On the morning of the second day, Emma tried to roll over in the bed, only to find herself confined by two arms and a warm body. She let out a groan as a she opened her eyes and tried to get away from Killian's hold.
Of course, he was serious when he said that he was a cuddler, she thought as she continued to try and free herself from his hold. After several long minutes without success, she finally gave up. It was no use, he had a strong grip! I need to teach this man the meaning of personal space.
"Good morning, love," was the sleep-filled voice she heard a few seconds later. "Now, this isn't so bad. It's better than waking up alone. Don't you think?"
She turned her head as much as she could to look up at his face, the slight smirk already there on his lips. "If being restrained by a boa constrictor is your kind of thing, then I guess so."
His chest rumbles with a chuckle as he loosens his grip around her middle. "I'm sorry about that, but to be fair, I did warn you."
"You did." Emma moved away from him a little (not really wanting to give up the warmth, but not wanting him to know that), and turned the rest of the way to face him. "I could do with some breakfast, however. What is my husband in the mood for?"
A real grin broke out across his features as she spoke. "That was very convincing. Not a hint of sarcasm."
"I don't play when it comes to food."
As he looked at her, she began to notice how beautiful his smile really was. And even thoughit was true, it did not mean she liked him anymore than she did yesterday. He was still a very conceited individual who thought he deserved everything simply because of how good he looked. Not that she thought he was good looking. Emma didn't think that at all. Well, except perhaps when he's lying there with no shirt on.
"I think some eggs and bacon sound delightful this morning." He rolled onto his back and threw an arm over his eyes. "I like my eggs sunny side up."
"Coming right up." Emma sits up in the bed, causing the sheets to slide down his body exposing more of his bare chest. She couldn't help but stare at his defined abs, he clearly worked out frequently. Then her eyes caught sight of the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his sleep pants. She would probably never admit the turn her thoughts took in that moment. But where was the harm in staring? It wasn't like he was watching her, so she could avoid any teasing for now. Nevertheless, his great body didn't make up for his obnoxious tendencies.
She slid out of the bed, opting to stay in her pajamas as her feet slightly shuffled along to the kitchen. She began to pull out the ingredients and the pans she needed to get started on breakfast. She hummed a tune as she worked, turning the switch on the stove to turn on the burners. She put some butter in the pan for it to melt before she cracked two eggs into it. In the other pan, she put in a little oil and began to fry the bacon Killian had also requested.
"If you keep my apartment smelling like this in the morning, I might have to keep you around longer than a week."
Emma jumped in surprise when she heard him speak, not having heard him walk in the room. "God, you scared me." Think of the Devil and the Devil shall appear. "But sorry, I'm only here for the week. Nothing more than that." Which was definitely a good thing, because Emma didn't think she could handle more than a week of domestic bliss.
She watched him as he moved past her into the kitchen and pulled out a couple of mugs from the cabinet. "Do you like coffee?"
"Yes, thank you," she answered. It seemed he was capable of being thoughtful after all. Maybe there was more to Killian Jones than he let on.
With his back to her, she watched as he got the coffee maker down from one of the cabinets and set it on the counter. Opening the top, he placed a filter in the machine and then scooped out three good sized spoonfuls of ground coffee, closed the lid and pushed the button to turn the maker on.
While she finished cooking breakfast, Emma realized something. They had managed to get through the morning so far without any arguing or snide remarks. It seemed that in just a short time they managed to make some progress towards getting along, and she had no doubt the viewing audience was getting a kick out it.
"How do you take your coffee, love?" His question brought her out of her thoughts as he put some cream and sugar in his cup.
"Pretty much just like that. Except milk instead of creamer. I think the flavor is better that way." She dished the eggs and bacon out of the pans and placed them onto two plates as he fixed her coffee the way she requested. This isn't so bad, she thought to herself.
Killian took the coffee mugs over to his small dining room table, and Emma followed behind him with the food and silverware. They sat across from each other, mostly eating in silence, except for the occasional scrape of utensils against the plates.
Emma really could not think of anything to say as she took another bite of her eggs. She'd never stayed with a man long enough to have breakfast together. She usually got what she wanted from them and left.
"So," Killian said a bit awkwardly to break the silence, "is eggs and bacon your go to breakfast?"
She met his eyes across the table and gave a small shrug as she swallowed her bite. "Usually. Sometimes I'll make cinnamon rolls with extra icing."
"Oh, I like cinnamon rolls." He gave her a small smile before they fell back into silence.
It didn't take long for all the food to be eaten, and when it was gone, Killian leaned back in his chair. "Definitely think I should keep you around longer than a week. Your cooking is great."
"Thanks." Emma's face flushed at his comment as she stood and took the empty plates with her to the sink. "We still need to go to the grocery store today. Unless you just want to eat Ramen noodles or corn dogs."
He walked up behind her, his chest pressing against her back as he placed the coffee mugs into the sink, his other hand coming to rest on her side lightly. Clearly, he was trying to get under her skin on purpose. "You don't see me judging you by your food choices."
Emma was made very aware of every inch of his body that was touching hers. "That is because I make good choices." Despite this close proximity, she managed to keep her breathing even. He didn't need to go around thinking he had any affect on her.
"Does that only include food?" he asked, his voice low and husky in her ear.
Emma couldn't let him win. This was some sort of game to him, and she would not be his prize. No matter how his deep voice made her insides feel a little like mush. She finished the dishes and turned around, their faces just inches apart from each other. "Must you always say something obnoxious?"
"I'm sorry." He was clearly not sorry by the way his tone went from flirty to teasing in an instant. "I was under the impression that a husband and wife could flirt with each other."
Emma put her hand on his chest, and pushed him back. "That's not part of the rules. Now, I would appreciate it if you would respect my personal space."
"As you wish." He emphasized the words with a bow like you would see in fairy tales before he turned and walked back to the bedroom to take his morning shower.
One of Emma's hands came up and ran through her hair as she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She couldn't deny it, there was some part of her that was affected by his charm, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let him in on that little secret.
Later that morning, they arrived at the grocery store and Emma went to grab a cart from the front while Killian waited for her by the produce. This shouldn't be hard, Emma thought to herself. Though having a camera following you around did make it a little awkward.
"Okay, love. You're the food expert. What is first on our list?" His hands were shoved into his jean pockets as he walked beside her.
Reaching in her purse, she pulls out a small pad of paper that she had written her shopping list on, and stopped a moment to read it over. "It looks like we'll start in the back with the dairy products and work our way forward towards the freezer items."
His head nodded in acknowledgement as she spoke. "Then lead the way." He gestured her forward and followed her as she walked. "Think we can get something sweet for dessert tonight? Perhaps, ice cream?"
Emma looked over at him and nodded. "Ice cream sounds great to me," she answered with a smile. As they continued to walk through the store, Killian would throw in other various junk food items causing Emma to just shake her head and mutter things about 'early heart disease'.
As they walked past the ladies' bra and underwear section, Killian picked up a lacy bra, asking how it would look on him instead of her. "Maybe, you'll just have to buy it and see. But I bet you wouldn't have the guts to do it." She smirked and shrugged, knowing that he would likely accept the challenge she just presented him with.
Killian seemed to think it over a minute and then with a raised eyebrow, asked. "What do I get if I do it?"
Emma lifted her head slightly to think about that before she turned back to him. "Perhaps, I'll model some underwear for you as I change for bed tonight." Way to be bold, Emma. But she meant what she said. He hadn't made her feel uncomfortable in well over a few hours. What was the harm? It wasn't like she was going to sleep with him.
His eyebrows lifted in delight at the thought. "Now, I will surely do it," and with that he tossed the garment into the cart.
Emma rolled her eyes, not because she was annoyed with him, but because she knew he'd come up with some smartass response like that. "We need to go pay, so we can get home and put the cold stuff away." She turned her head to hide the slight red tint to her cheeks, and she was beginning to wonder why he was suddenly making her blush like a teenager.
Later that evening, as Emma was in the kitchen putting away the leftovers from dinner and loading the dishwasher, Killian called from the living room."Shall we watch a movie while we eat our ice cream?"
She nodded her head before she realized he couldn't see her and called out to him. "That sounds like a good idea to me. You can choose."
When she walked out into the room a few minutes later with their dessert and a couple spoons, the DVD menu clearly showed that he had selected a horror film for them to watch. "I don't know if these kinds of movies scare you, but if they do, you can always hold onto me." Killian teased her as he dropped onto the couch in front of the tv.
"I think I'll be alright, thanks." She sat down on the opposite end of the couch, so he wouldn't think if she did get scared, she had any intention of letting him know it. Although, she had already starting to grow more comfortable around the man.
Emma handed him one of the pints of ice cream before she opened her own and took a bite. He pressed play on the remote and she pulled her legs up to tuck them under her.
A short time into the movie, Killian reached over and nudged her with his elbow. "Would you like to try some of my mint chip? I bet it's better than that rocky road that you got."
"In your dreams, Killian." She held her spoon out for him, intending for him to just take it from her. "Here, try this." However, instead of taking the spoon, he placed a gentle hold on her wrist and brought the spoon to his lips, slowly taking the bite she offered.
"Mm, not bad," he replied. "Now try mine, love." He held out his spoon with a scoop of mint, but rather than repeating his action, as he clearly intended for her to do, Emma took the soon from him and tried the offered bite.
"That is good, " she said. "I think I'll have another bite." Emma leaned in and used his spoon to dish out another bite, turning the spoon over in her mouth and made a show of taking a long, slow lick before handing it back to him. . He chuckled at her actions.
To the viewing audience , they looked like any normal married couple, not one that was being paid to do this. They actually looked happy to be in each other's company.
Her eyes widened just slightly as he reached up and swiped his thumb over her lip, catching the drip of ice cream there. He gave her a smirk before he sucked the sweetness off pad of his thumb.
Emma stared at him with an awestruck expression, her eyes moving between his mouth and his eyes, before she registered what she was really doing. "Thank you." The words came out of her mouth awkwardly before she turned her head back to the tv screen to watch the movie. She focused closely to avoid Killian's looks just as the psycho killer jumped from behind the bushes to attack. She screamed and jumped, before burying her face in Killian's shoulder. Realizing what she'd done, she blushed and looked up at him, already sensing the grin she found on his face. "Don't say anything," she warned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, and instead of some flirty comment, he simply draped his arm around her shoulders and when she didn't brush it off, he left it there for the remainder of the movie.
Later that evening, Emma sat down at the dining room table for her daily video diary. She took a deep breath before looking at the camera. "Today definitely went a lot better than I ever expected it to. I can say that I actually had fun shopping with Killian. It was quite the entertaining experience." She giggled softly as she remembered their conversation in the lingerie section. "If our dates turn out to be anything like today, then I really can't wait.I feel things will only get more interesting from here. He's not such a bad guy to have around."
She finished her segment before standing and walking back to the bedroom. She heard Killian's muffled voice filter down the hallway as she sat down on the bed to wait for him. She was dying to know if he was really going to model that lingerie like he said he would. Saying something and doing something are two totally different things, she thought before the door opened and he walked in the room.
"The camera guy said he's heading home after he makes sure the night camera's are running." He stopped in front of her and tilted his head to the side slightly. "Waiting up for me, love?"
"You wish." She reached behind her back and pulled out the lacy lingerie they had bought earlier. "I am waiting to see if you're going to wimp out of our bet."
His smirk was enough indication that he wasn't. "You're just dying to see me in something so revealing, aren't you?"
"I'm more anxious to see you make a fool of yourself," she said with her own smirk on her lips. "But you may think whatever you like."
He reached out and took the bra set from her hands before he turned and walked into the bathroom to change.
This should definitely be interesting, she thought to herself as she leaned back against the bed on her hands.
"How do women hook this bloody thing without looking at it?" She heard the words of frustration through the door and she couldn't help but giggle.
"It takes years of practice," she called back to him, trying and failing to keep the laugh out of her voice.
"It gives me a newfound respect for ladies underwear. That's for sure."
A few minutes later, the door opened and Emma's eyes perked up. Killian emerged wearing the bra just as she had challenged, along with his boxers. She bit her lip as a laugh threatened to escape. Still her eyes trailed down his body much like they had this morning, except this time he was watching her stare.
"Seeing something you like, love?" His signature smirk was in place as her eyes snapped back to his.
"Of course not." The defensive tone was obvious even to her own ears. "I'm simply amused you actually did this. Most men wouldn't have the balls."
"Well, I'm not most men." He winked and did a turn before walking back into the bathroom. When he came out another minute later, he was back in his normal sweatpants that he wore to bed. He stood in front of her again, with his hands on his waist looking a bit impatient. "Alright, love, you're turn. I'm waiting, Emma."
She met his eyes before she rose off the bed. Her fingers gripped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She stepped past him to get to her suitcase and pull out a tank top for bed, but before she put it on, she undid the button of her jeans and pushed them down her legs.
Emma could hear Killian take in an audible breath of air, and she turned around to face him with a smirk in place once again. Even though she was a little nervous about standing in just her underwear in front of him, she made a show of walking towards him with her hips swaying back and forth. "Just so you know, you get to look, but you don't get to touch. Don't expect any more than that."
"Wouldn't dare," he said as his eyes followed her every movement. He cleared his throat as she turned to grab her clothes for bed and pulled them on. He climbed into bed before she joined him, and turned off the light. "I'm sure the audience loved that."
"I wouldn't doubt it." The words are followed by a yawn as she already began to fall asleep. "Night, Killian."
"Goodnight, Emma."
As sleep began to take over, she moved a tiny bit closer to the warmth of Killian's body. This is something I could get used to if I were to get married.