I know, the update is late, I'm sorry.

I hope you guys liked the last chapter - the kiss finally happened!

Killian panted as his lips still tingled from the most intense kiss he had ever experienced; Emma mirroring his erratic breathing as they stood opposite each other.

He wasn't exactly sure what Emma was trying to accomplish once she dragged him towards the elevator, but he couldn't help but be amused by the conflicting emotions evident on her face along with the jealousy written all over it. He wasn't expecting her to kiss him, and he sure as hell wasn't expecting her to stay after the kiss.

Killian admired her as her fingers were outlining her lips, her eyes lost in deep thought making a slight frown between her eyebrows and all he wanted to do was grab her and kiss her again.

Without thinking, he touches the frown between her eyebrows in order to eliminate it and Emma snaps her eyes up to his, her hand dropping to her side.

"Killian" she breathes out, her eyes gazing into his.

"Emma" he responds, offering her that smile. The one that had no smirks, or grins, or any flirtation to it; just a genuine Killian smile.

"I…I don't regret it" she mutters, a hint of surprise to her tone as if she has surprised herself by the inability to turn around and pretend like it never happened. Running away from emotional situations is just Emma's natural instinct. She still has a slight nudge that keeps telling her to run, but the larger part of her mind and her heart is yelling at her to stay, to grab him and crush her lips onto his again as they figure out what this all means.

Killian's face breaks into a huge grin on hearing that, "Me neither, love. I quite enjoyed it actually"

"Me too" Emma blushes.

"So… are we good?" Killian asks, twirling a strand of hair sticking out of Emma's ruined braid and smoothing it down to her chest, smiling as he remembered her telling him about how much she adores braids as one of her only good foster parents, a woman named Ingrid, taught her.

"Yes" Emma answers and before she can register anything, she feels Killian's hand behind her head as he pulls her towards him and then his lips moving against her as she quickly responds, her arms tugging at the hair at his nape. He circles Emma's waist and starts walking forwards, pressing his hips to hers. Once Emma feels the couch behind her knees, she tightens her hold behind his neck and falls back, Killian letting out a "Oi!" as he falls on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Emma lets out a snort and Killian starts placing kisses along her jaw in between his own dimpled laughs. She can feel her dress dragging up, possibly revealing her panties but when Killian's lips find the sweet spot behind her ear, she shuts her eyes and lets him do his magic. They both get so lost trying to kiss each other amidst their laughs as Emma finds a ticklish spot on Killian's neck, that they don't notice the opening sound of the elevator.

"Oh shit! Sorry!" Mr. Smee yells causing Killian's head to turn around, his hold on Emma tightening and Emma hiding her face by pressing it to his chest.

"Sorry, sir. David said they are ready for the announcement?" Mr. Smee spoke hurriedly, diverting his gaze to the ground.

"I'll be there" Killian answers and Mr. Smee leaves with a nod.

"We need to go back, love" Killian whispers against her lips, and Emma runs her fingers through his hair.

"Okay. We still have to be normal in front of others" Emma says, mapping the scar on his cheek, the cause of it a story he once told her of him and Liam and pirate costumes and a hook on a certain Halloween.

"You want us to pretend as if nothing's changed between us?" Killian asks, ticking an eyebrow up. What even were they now?

"I just don't want everyone to know and talk about it when even we don't know what's going to happen. After your interview," Emma blushes remembering the words he said live on national television, "people have already deemed me as a slut, and bitch, and gold-digger and what not. I just don't want them to think that I'm with you for your money or a promotion or something"

With you Killian smiles. Every moment he's spent with Emma since the Starbucks incident has been enjoyable, and makes him want her even more. He doesn't know what this is yet – it's new and fresh and exciting. (Although Killian feels like he's been wanting this since forever).

"I understand, love" Killian smiles as he presses his lips to hers for a brief second before standing up. He helps Emma get up and she drags her dress down sheepishly, and fixes her bra cup peeking up. She looks towards Killian who is smoothing down his shirt and tucking it in from the places Emma clung on it.

She lets her gaze rake over his broad chest and defined biceps as they work on tying his tie again; her gaze then coming up to his face – his jaw set tight in concentration and it is then when she notices the red remnants of her lipstick on his jaw and neck. She brings her hand up and brushes the red smudges off, earning a sincere smile from him as he watches her.

"Your hair…" Killian smirks, running his fingers at her scalp, trying to smooth the strands down.

Emma walks towards the life-size mirror in the corner of the room and gasps as she takes in her state. Her braid is completely disheveled with most of her strands sticking out, her lipstick is smudged and a faint flush is adorning her neck. Killian comes to stand beside her and she turns towards him, taking the tissue he offers and wiping her lipstick completely off.

Emma unbraided her hair, running her hands through the tangles and Killian could swear he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He ached to run his fingers through her blond curls himself but she interrupted his thoughts, "I'll go first. You come out after like five minutes. Should we be worried of Smee?"

"He won't breathe a word, Swan" he reassures her. Mr. Smee has been working for him long enough to know to not say anything about Killian's personal life.

Emma smiles at him, tilting her head slightly and Killian cups her cheek as he kisses her one last time. "You look stunning by the way, love"

Emma hums against his lips, "Thanks. See you in five" she saunters off towards the elevator, grinning at him as the doors shut and Killian pinches himself once cause he is damn sure he's dreaming.

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Killian couldn't believe it.

Not only had Emma Swan finally kissed him, but she had stayed and given them a chance of becoming something.

He walked onto the small stage at the end of the room and everyone turned their attention towards him. Emma standing in the front with an arm circled through David's. She smiled at him when their eyes met, and Killian started the announcement.

Once announcing Shira as their new client, the long-legged brunette came on stage and kissed Killian's cheeks. Throughout her own speech, she kept a firm hold on Killian's upper arm and whenever she made a joke or complimented Killian, nuzzled her nose to his cheek. He could feel Emma's disapproving and jealous glares but whenever he looked at her, she raised a teasing eyebrow and squinted her eyes.

The rest of the evening was painful for both. They just wanted to spend some time together - talking about what this means now and what they are (amongst a lot of kissing of course). Now that they've had a taste, they crave it.

Killian was swamped with many employees wanting to speak to him about Shira in both a professional as well as personal way. They were all wondering whether Shira was the woman he talked about, and that's why she's their new client. Killian answered everyone's questions, deflecting all the questions about his mystery woman away politely. He met Emma's gaze numerous times the evening, both of them sharing a look as if there was a secret only the two of them knew. And there was.

Emma was still unsure of where they stood as a couple. Were they even a couple? She hadn't meant to kiss him but being away from him for more than a week, hearing all those romantic things, and then seeing another woman clinging onto him, made her brain shut down and her emotions take over.

But she doesn't regret it.

It should terrify her how calm she is. After Neal, she never gave anyone the chance to even think about her that way causing many men to call her a "cold-hearted bitch" or "emotionless". But those words are far from the truth – the problem with Emma isn't that she doesn't feel anything, it's that she feels everything. So, she slips on her "I don't give a fuck" mask on, and carries on with pretending that Emma Swan doesn't feel.

But she's so tired of lying to herself.

People start to leave the party and in the end its just David, Emma, and Killian left, sitting at the bar.

"Do you wanna leave?" David asks the blond sitting beside him, twirling her wine glass in her hand.

"Sure" Emma answers, getting off the stool and pulling her dress down.

"You're going together?" Killian asks, looking in between the duo.

David nods and takes out his phone to check what seems like the tenth message his wife sent him, all saying the same thing.

"I can drop you off, love" Killian says, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably as his eyes spark up with hope.

"I appreciate your offer Killian, but Emma's coming home with me. Mary Margaret has sent me about ten texts all asking me to have Emma stay at ours for tonight" David explains, "Apparently she needs to talk to her"

Emma smiles knowingly. She can already imagine her friend kicking David out to the guest room, Skyping Ruby and both of them wanting to know every detail of the evening.

"Alright then, good night" Killian says, shaking David's hand and David turns around, his attention diverted towards calling his wife.

"Good night, Swan" Killian whispers, glancing at David and then quickly pressing his lips to her cheek as she squee

Killian was sure he would sleep like a baby tonight as he was finally happy after a long time.

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Next morning Emma appreciated her own forgetfulness as she found a dark blue dress stacked in Mary Margaret's closet that she once forgot at her friend's house.

As expected, Mary Margaret asked David to sleep in the guest room and had called Ruby on Skype as Emma told them everything. In conclusion, they were both very happy for Emma and told her that she deserves this.

Emma entered the office and found Killian talking to the receptionist. She muttered a "good morning" to both of them and Killian smiled at her, a glint of excitement in his eyes and Emma couldn't help but answer it with a grin.

As Emma was sitting at her table surrounded with two of her colleagues working on their new case, Jack comes up to her to tell her that Killian has asked her to meet him. She freezes for a moment but seeing that no one even batted an eye, relaxes. They all think its Shira, no one would expect her to be the one.

Emma nods and follows Jack to Killian's office. She knocks on his door and enters inside, finding him talking on the phone.

"Liam, you won't even leave me alone on your honeymoon!" Killian complains, but Emma can hear the affection in his voice. As soon as he notices Emma enter the room, he smiles widely, indicating her to give him a minute.

"I know. Don't worry Liam, Shira won't be a problem; I can handle her. Now go enjoy your honeymoon with your wife, instead of talking to your brother you sodding idiot" Killian mutters and cuts the call, shaking his head.

"It's been more than a month to their wedding, they're still on honeymoon?" Emma asks him.

"They're in New Zealand now. They're going to Australia next week and then to India I think, where they'll meet Belle. They have another month of it planned" Killian moves his hands in the air in a dramatic gesture, "He still calls me every bloody day! Isn't a honeymoon supposed to be spent with your significant other?"

Emma smiles at his dramatics but can tell by the affectionate glint in his eyes how much he appreciates his brother's stubbornness on still calling him everyday.

"Hey" Emma mutters shyly, not sure whether she shakes his hand, hugs him, or kisses him.

Thankfully, Killian shows no signs of hesitation or shyness and walks towards her, circling her waist as she places her palms on his chest, "How are you today, love?"

"I'm good" Emma answers, tilting her head away as Killian drops down for a kiss. She teases him for a second by leaning back before she allows their lips to meet. A slow and soft kiss, as Killian's fingers create a rhythm on the back of Emma's neck. Emma nips on his lower lip causing him to grunt and she wonders if the walls are soundproof. Killian runs his tongue along her neck, bringing his teeth out to bite and she slaps his chest slightly, "Killian! Not here!"

"Oooh, where else, love?" Killian grins, running his fingertips along her collarbone as his eyes roam her face.

"Killian if we can't keep our hands off each other even in the office, everyone is going to find out" Emma says, Killian swaying her side to side.

Killian nods, "No one is coming in here, Swan" he says with a heated tone as his eyes pierce hers.

Emma blinks rapidly, the meaning behind his words and heated gaze not lost on her. Emma's no prude – she's slept with many men only to scratch an itch. The only time she's ever had feelings for one, the type where her heartbeat quickens, and her stomach flutters has only been with Neal, and now Killian. She slept with Neal on their first date – she was un-experienced and for the first time someone had shown interest in her who wasn't a creep. Emma hesitates at the meaning of his words and Killian catches it. Open book and all.

"I apologize Swan, it wasn't good form of me to say such" Killian smiles apologetically, "I would, however, ask if you'd care to join me for dinner tonight?"

"Are you asking me out?" Emma smirks, thankful for his apology. He is different she reminds herself, He's not Neal.

"Aye, love, it appears so" he wiggles his eyebrows.

Emma nods and Killian continues, "Alright, I shall pick you up at 7 tonight?"

"I'd like that" Emma smiles, scratching his scruff lightly. She tilts her head upwards and catches his upper lip with hers, sighing as Killian's tongue darts out to line her lip. He smells of coffee, and rum and leather, and she just wants to bury her head on his chest and stay there.

"See you tonight" Emma whispers as she left with a smile to him and he grinned back at her.

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