Henry Mills sat at his desk, clicking his pen - annoyed. "It just doesn't add up," he stated. Regina paused at his doorway, "What's wrong, dear?" She took a step back and walked into his room, draping her arms around his shoulders. "I hate math," he tossed the pen onto his desk and leaned into his mother's embrace. "Maybe you should go down to the library? Belle and Gold are helping out with a few tutoring sessions," Regina suggested. "Mr. Gold? That's," he paused, trying to find the right word, "Strange."
"He's proving a point to Belle," Regina explained, she kissed Henry's cheek and pulled away from him. "I have some things to discuss with Emma, meet us at Granny's for lunch?" She asked. Henry nodded and picked up his pen again.
Emma flipped the last pancake onto a plate and set it on the island. "Feeding a kingdom?" Killian gave Emma his signature raised-eyebrow look. "Just the queen," she shrugged. Emma paused when she saw her husband. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes and chose to follow the smell of pancakes with just his towel wrapped around his waist. "Good morning, love," he smiled and pulled her in for a kiss.
Emma melted into it and her fingers drifted to his abs. Killian wrapped his arms around her and lifted Emma onto the kitchen counter, standing between her legs. "Regina will be here soon," Emma paused from kissing him, "But we're definitely picking this up later." She gave him a peck. "Later? Regina doesn't use her poofing anymore. She'll be a while," He played with the hem of Emma's shirt before sliding his hand up to meet her breasts. Emma let out a soft moan. "She still poofs," Even though she knew they didn't have time to make out, Emma made no effort to stop him. She pushed her core towards Killian, encouraging him to continue.
He pulled her shirt up, revealing Emma's pink laced bra, and cupped her breast. He kneaded and pinched her nipple through the bra while his hook held her shirt in place. "Well, don't you have a magical sensor for the woman?" He kissed her neck. Emma let out a small laugh, "That's not how magic works."
"And right now, I wish it was," Regina immediately turned to face the door until Emma got off the counter and Killian scurried out of the kitchen. "It's safe," Emma's face was slightly red with embarrassment, "You can turn around now." "Next time, we're meeting at my place," Regina scrunched her nose.
"I didn't know what you felt like eating," Emma directed her attention to the table. Regina smiled warmly, "This really wasn't necessary, Dear. Although, I am grateful." Regina took a fork and stabbed a strawberry. "I think Graham's back," she finally said, barely done swallowing the piece in her mouth. "Graham? As in the huntsman?" Emma's eyes widened, "He's dead." "Which is why I needed to speak to you. We need to figure out what's going on. If he's around, my guess is that some others are, too. That does not look like a happy ending for me. You know, vengeance." Regina stated.
"Where did you see him? How? I mean, why are we sitting here when we should be finding him and getting answers?" Emma sped through her words. Regina calmly poured the blonde a glass of juice and handed it to her. "I've been having strange dreams lately. They've woken me up at exactly 3 every morning. I needed some air and his wolf was on my lawn," Regina rolled her eyes. "I was not hallucinating for 4 consecutive nights." She couldn't quite read the expression on Emma's face. "Regina," Emma sighed, seeming to have calmed down now. "A wolf doesn't mean Graham." She gently gripped Regina's hand and smiled to reassure her. "I have a feeling," Regina glimpsed at her hands and brought them up to her chest.
Hooked walked into the conversation, not making eye contact with Regina. He pecked Emma's cheek, "The Jolly Roger needs my attention. Don't get into any trouble while I'm out," he gave her a devilish smile and headed out.
Continuing from where she left off, Regina let go of Emma's hands, "I have a gut feeling that he's back." "Fine, I trust your sixth sense, what now? Do we just stake out at 3am?" Emma pulled a pancake onto her plate and sat at the table to eat. "That's actually not a bad idea. Will Killian be okay with Henry or should we opt for the Charmings?" Regina sat beside her, taking a pancake tor herself. "Killian and Henry should be fine," Emma stated firmly, not wanting to involve her parents in anything yet. "Then it's settled, my place at 8. Bring pajamas."
"Why not Gramps and grandma?" Henry pleaded with his moms. The trio sat at Granny's for their weekly family lunch. He wasn't too keen on spending time with Killian lately. "Why not Killian?" Regina questioned.
Emma didn't seem to care much about the conversation. She poked her finger into the cream of her drink, ensuring that it had the right amount of cinnamon coated on her index finger, before sticking it into her mouth and moaning softly. Regina noticed and frowned at the blonde. "Public setting, Emma. Behave," she playfully nudged her and reverted to questioning her son.
"Killian isn't-" Henry hesitated. He didn't want his mom's to know that all Killian does is brag about his many adventures with women. As much as it would be helpful to tell Emma about it, he thought that it would just cause unnecessary problems between them. She's finally found her happily ever after - or something that might seem like it. And he was not about to come in between that unless it's a life and death situation. "Killian isn't fun. Gramps let's me sword fight, camp, play video games. Killian and I watch movies and talk about the Jolly Roger," Henry squealed. Regina gave in, if it's what he wants then it wouldn't be much of a problem. She nodded slowly, agreeing to drop him off at the Charmings.
Emma opened her front door and switched on the lights. She had about twenty minutes before she would leave to Regina's. "Killian?" She yelled out, removing her shoes and kicking it under the table at the doorway. "In here love," Killian responded. She followed the sound of the television and found him cuddled beneath a blanket on the couch. Emma sat on the couch he was on, Killian didn't move. Seeing as though she'd be uncomfortable with whatever little space was left for her, she stood.
"How was your day?" He asked, sinking further into the couch. She shrugged, "Not too bad. Regina thinks she saw an old friend," Emma knitted her eyebrows together, "Which is odd, considering that he's dead. I'm going over to her place tonight to help her track him down," she knelt down and kissed his forehead. Killian sat still, again, refusing to move or say anything.
"Okay, what gives?" She stepped away from him and folded her arms across her chest. "What gives? Swan, we're married and for the last few months, it's been like we are back to before our courting stage. You're always busy with either your parents, Henry or Regina," he sulked.
Emma looked back at Killian, "Aw, baby. I'm sorry," she crouched to level with him, "I'll be back from Regina's around lunch, latest, tomorrow. Why don't you pick out a movie and I'll cook for us? We can spend the evening without any disturbances, " She offered.
"I'd like that," Killian stretched out his hand to cup Emma's face and moved in to kiss her. Without him noticing, Emma swirled her hand and white fog spread around the doorway. She knew magic came with a price, but this was small. She used it to pack an overnight bag to take to Regina's. Maybe it was the guilt she felt for neglecting Killian, or the fact that they haven't really had sex in the last month. Which ultimately boiled down to the same thing - neglect. Yes, she did feel guilty. Guilty that no matter how close they are to having sex, she was grateful for the sudden intrusions. Emma decided that now was a good time to power through her reservations, unsure of what her reservations truly were, and just have sex with him. At least it would keep him satisfied for a while, right? She knew that with the last eighteen minutes with him tonight, she could do more than kiss him.
'Just enough to keep him happy, because I have things to do' she reasoned with herself.
Emma slowly crept her hands under the blanket, locating the waistband of Killians pants. His breath hitched and he discarded the blanket completely, then pulled her over to straddle him. Emma's forehead was now against his, "I really am sorry for not making enough time for you," Emma spoke softly. "If this is what your apology is, I accept, love," he smiled into the kiss and eagerly ripped Emma's t-shirt off.
"Killian," she pouted, "My mom gave that to me," she looked at it, now torn, on the floor. Emma waved her hand and the t-shirt magically renewed itself. "Why complain if you're gonna fix it anyway?" Killian asked. He flipped them over and removed his pants. Before he could get to Emma's, she undid her buttons and shimmied out of it as best as she could - hoping that he wouldn't tear it off in the process. Not waiting for her to get out of her pants completely, Killian ripped her panties off and shoved his thick member into her.
"What the hell, Killian?" Emma's eyes widened. She didn't expect him to move as fast as he did, she was definitely not ready. "Don't you have to leave soon?" He asked, not stopping his hard thrusts. Emma was burning. She could feel the rough contact between her pussy and his cock. It was painful. "Stop, please," she gritted her teeth. "Almost there," he continued, faster.
Prior to the marriage, he took things with her slowly. He wouldn't just feel like fucking. He would call it 'making love'. Killian would ensure that his foreplay sessions with Emma prepared her for the greatest orgasms.
Now, he did things differently. He was always on edge. A month ago, he would be able to control himself and allow Emma to feel her pleasures before considering his own.
Killian shifted, strengthening his grip on Emma and getting into a position that allowed him to grind into her faster and harder. Emma was now in tears. There was no way she'd be aroused by this and it made the pain of friction increase in severity.
Emma tried to move higher onto the couch in an attempt to alleviate the pain and put a bit of distance between them. As she did this, he grip loosened. She froze as Killian removed himself from her, spat on his hand and jerked himself off. She closed her eyes, trying to think happy thoughts.
'It will be over soon. Then I'll be with Regina and everything will be okay again. She'd make me hot cocoa, we'd listen to music, maybe even watch a movie. Since Henry isn't there, maybe we can have a few beers. And wine? Regina loves wine. I have a few bottles in the pantry, gotta grab one for her before I leave'
Emma felt his warm liquid splatter onto her torso and face, abruptly pulling her out of her thoughts. She grimaced and forced her eyes open. Killian collaped onto her, his sweat mixing with his cum on her face. He was out of breath.
"I'm out," Emma pushed him off of herself, pulled and buttoned up her pants then hurried to the door. She grabbed her leather jacket from the coat rack and hastily put it on, along with her shoes. In the emotional state she was in, all she managed to do was fish through her bag for a towel and wipe off whatever liquid she could feel on her face and body. Remembering to take the bottle of wine, she raced back into the house and grabbed two from the pantry.
"Babe, wait," Killian finally said, a bit too late. Even with her quick run into the house for wine, he didn't make it in time to stop her - and Killian couldn't care less. He lazily walked upstairs to the shower and turned it on.
Emma was already in her yellow bug. She chucked her overnight bag onto the front seat and headed straight to Regina's. The clinking bottles of wine on the floor of her bug kept Emma from daydreaming. She concentrated on the clinks like her life depended on it.
She finally pulled up to the Mayor's house and knocked on the door. After a minute, Regina opened the door. She smiled when she saw Emma but her smile faded when she SAW Emma. She had dishevelled hair and her red leather jacket was not zipped up. The Queen could see that the blonde had no shirt on, just her bra.
"I've got wine," Emma weakly smiled and made an effort to show Regina the wine bottles in her hand. Regina ushered her in, "Darling, is everything okay? You look like shit," Regina's eyes widened at the blonde. Emma shrugged. "I'm fine. Any chance that I can take a quick shower?" Emma asked, masking her pain. A mask that Regina saw right through. Emma placed the bottles on the table and waited for Regina to respond.
"Emma," Regina held Emma's hand, subtly bringing the woman's attention to the present. The saviour felt vulnerable, she zipped her jacket and pulled her hand away from Regina. "Shower?" She asked, sternly. Regina nodded and lead the way to her guest bedroom.
"Would you prefer a bath or shower? The shower is in my bathroom," Regina asked. "A bath would be great," Emma chucked her bag on the bed and removed a towel, she realized it was the one she used back at her place. "Got any fresh towels?" She dropped it on the floor and looked at Regina. "Bathroom cupboard," she said.
As much as she's upset that Emma is evading her, Regina can't help but want to save her. She immediately closed the distance between them with a hug. Emma was surprised, but melted into it. Regina pulled Emma down onto the bed and they sat in silence. The brunette soothingly brushed her fingers through Emma's hair. Regina took a chance and kissed the top of her head. Emma felt this and cried into the older woman's chest.
"Shhh, it's okay, darling. I'm here," Regina whispered. Finally, the blonde had admitted to herself that she really hasn't felt safer than she was right now - or any other time in Regina's presence. She sat up, straightening her posture and wiping away her tears. "Killian and I aren't okay," she said. Emma explained what had happened not more than twenty minutes ago. She could see Regina tense but immediately soften afterwards, taking Emma's hand in hers. "I'll run you a bath, let's go," she kissed Emma's forehead and made her way into the bathroom.
Regina sat at the edge of the tub, circling her fingers in the water, making sure it was the right temperature. Emma walked in, noticing that Regina was definitely not leaving her side, she stripped and sat in the tub. Regina summoned a hair tie and gathered Emma's hair in her palms, tying it into a messy bun. She then grabbed the body wash and a loofah. "You don't have to," Emma stuck out her hand for Regina to place the loofah in. "I want to," the brunette soothingly ran it over Emma's skin and proceeded to bathe her.
Once done, Regina opened the cupboard and unfolded a fluffy white towel. "Is this not weird for you?" Emma enquired, she had felt strange about it but not to say she didn't love the feeling of Regina taking care of her. "I'm a mother, it's part of my job," Regina assured her.
"You're Henry's mother, Regina," the blonde rolled her eyes. "Hmm. Good point, would you prefer being alone when you have the option of me being here?" Regina countered. Emma shook her head. "I made us lasagna, meet me in the kitchen," Regina stated firmly and left. Emma felt her absence the minute she walked out and so she put on her pajamas and made her way to the kitchen as fast as she could. "Eat, I'm gonna have a shower," Regina placed a piece of lasagna on Emma's plate and headed upstairs.
She returned and noticed that Emma had barely touched her food. "I thought you liked my lasagna?" Regina pouted. "Not much of an appetite," Emma sighed. "Miss Swan, we have a long night ahead of us. And besides, you got us wine. We're not drinking on an empty stomach." Regina dished out lasagna for herself, "Slowly, will you?" She softly asked her to eat - even if it took the whole night. Surprisingly, that seemed to work. With Regina distracting her with stories about Henry growing up, Emma finished her food. "Good girl," Regina gave her a devilish smile and returned the empty plates to the sink. "Wine or beer?"
Three hours later, the two were laughing hysterically, "The court jester was the closest thing I had to fun," Regina barely said through her laugh. "How did you get him to prank so many people?" Emma finally calmed down and questioned the Queen. "My birthday was awful. He wasn't the funniest guy, I stole his heart and had full control afterwards," Regina shrugged, stealing hearts was a norm for her. Emma giggled, "You had your fun, huh," she looked around the room, as if someone was listening, then whispered to Regina, "I did too. Lily and I would prank the guys at our foster homes. By the time it was our turn to shower, there was always no hot water. We undid the screws on their door handles and locked them in. Got into a bunch of trouble but was totally worth having hot showers after that." "Darling, why are you whispering?" Regina asked, also in a whisper. Emma froze, realizing that it's the alcohol. "Why are you whispering?" She countered, laughing with Regina.
"Look, we have some time to sober up. Graham's wolf is expected to appear in about 4 hours." "4 hours? That's enough time to down a bottle and get sober," Emma squealed. Regina left Emma in the lounge to open the last bottle of wine. Alone with her thoughts and a bit buzzed from the alcohol, Emma pondered the last few hours.
'Why do I miss this woman when she's not around? She didn't need to bathe me but that sure as hell felt good. When did we become so close? Why do I not want it to end? Okay, living in the moment'
Regina returned, seeing Emma with her knees up to her chest and her head rested on them. "What's on your mind, dear?" She set the glass on the table and sat beside Emma. "When did you stop hating me?" Emma asked, gripping on the glass in front of her. Regina took a sip of her wine, swirling her glass, she responded, "Honey, I've never hated you. I must admit that I was afraid you'd take my - OUR - son away from me. Believe it or not, from all the realms, you're the only one who challenges me. You're not afraid of my power, Emma," Regina smiled. "So, no. I've never hated you to start off with."
It was 2:50am when Emma could feel a slight shift around her. She opened her eyes, it took a while to adjust to the lighting in the room and for her to realize where she was. The gas heater was faced in her direction, she was in the arms of Regina, on her bed. Emma looked to her side and noticed the little alarm clock. The green digital number flicked, changing to 2:51am. Regina's legs were coiled around Emma's, her arm was draped across her torso and Emma could feel her slow breathing against her neck. Emma pulled the blanket up a bit higher, feeling cold and not realizing that she wasn't wearing her pajama top. The sheriff inhaled deeply, butterflies filling within her once she smelt Regina's hair. The scent of lavender. She smiled and drifted off again.
2:58am, Emma felt her body getting uncomfortably hot. She opened her eyes. Regina was still holding her. Her breath was now rigid. Her grip on Emma tightened. She started sweating and shaking vigorously. Emma sat up, slowly pulling Regina with her in an effort to pull the brunette out of her nightmare. Emma encapsulated her in her arms. "It's okay, baby," Emma lifted Regina over her lap and held her close. Regina was flustered, in tears. Emma drew small circles on Regina's back, hoping that they'd distract her from her nightmare. Regina's breathing got heavier. She felt a sharp pain soar through her chest. "Fuck!" She winced. "Regina? What's wrong? Look at me," Emma shifted so that she could use her magic efficiently. She waved her hand and a bubble formed around them. She then felt Regina's pain. "No, Emma. Stop," Regina opened her eyes, noticing that Emma used magic to share the pain.
The blonde wasn't at the stage of healing or removing pain entirely. All she could do for now is share it so that Regina didn't feel the wrath all the way. Still holding Regina, Emma brushed away a wet strand of hair from Regina's face. She slowly felt the pain ease until it came to a halt. Emma let out a shaky breath. "Is this what you go through every night?" Emma asked, out of breath. Regina nodded. "Thank you," she lifted her head off of Emma's chest, lightly pecked the blondes cheek and laid on her again. The two women sat in each other's embrace, unsure of why it felt so comfortable and not awkward.
"It's-" Regina whispered, "It's 3am," She said and bolted off the bed. The light from the heater illuminated the room. Regina walked to the curtain and pulled it aside. "Regina?" Emma lifted herself from the bed, still wrapped in the blanket. "Hm?" Regina hummed, not moving her attention from her lawn. "What happened to our clothes?"
Regina looked down and saw that she was in nothing but her underwear. She glanced around the room, not a piece of clothing in sight. Regina moved away from the curtain and to her closet. She grabbed an oversized grey t-shirt and threw it at Emma. Regina threw a pale blue one over herself and then grabbed a pair of sweatpants. After putting them on, she gave a pair to Emma. "Come on," Regina said, pulling the curtain again. "He's here." Emma stumbled out of Regina's room, racing behind her. The two put on whatever shoes was left around the lounge and sprinted to chase after the wolf.
"GRAHAM," Regina yelled out after using her magic to immobilize the wolf. "Could've just called," Graham appeared from behind a tree, "Didn't we have an agreement about you protecting my wolves?" He asked, rushing to the wolf. "We did, he's protected. Why are you here?" Regina bit back and let the wolf free. "And how?" Emma caught up to them, hearing Regina's question and adding to it.
"Just as I predicted, you two are here together," Graham looked between the two women. He circled around them, bringing his hand up to his chin, dramatically stroking it, "Should've known that the reason you didn't kiss back was because of her," he chuckled. "Graham, what do you want?" Regina pressed again, this time moving in front of Emma protectively. "Killian, Hook, mister happily ever after, soul mate, whatever you want to call him. He made a deal with Rumple to bring me back for this moment," He lunged forward and stuck his hand through Regina's chest. Emma felt the pain, forgetting to remove the spell.
Emma struck Graham and he was pushed backwards abruptly. His back hit a tree and he collapsed on the ground. Regina looked at Emma, wide eyed. "You didn't have to. My heart's protected. But thanks, dear," Regina squeezed Emma's hand and walked up to Graham. She waved her hand over him and put him under a sleeping curse. "Guess that fixes it," She removed the spell Emma had put on them, "As much as I appreciate the support, dear, you're not strong enough to handle my pain. Even if it's half of it."
She waved her hand again, this time transporting Graham, herself and Emma to the docks. "He doesn't have a heart, what good is killing him?" Emma asked. "He doesn't, but the only surety I have that he wouldn't come after us is this curse. Know anyone who loves him?" Regina chuckled, knowing that the blonde couldn't give her an answer. Regina instructed Emma to look away. "Regina, no. You're better than this," Emma tugged at Regina's arm. "We can take him to your vault and maybe imprison him there until we find a better solution?" Emma asked.
Regina obliged, but instead of the vault, she took them to the Sheriff's office. "This should hold him down," Emma noticed Regina's protection spell on the cell. The duo walked out off the office, deciding to go on foot to Regina's place. "Fresh air is good," Emma said after a while of silence. Regina smiled in response, "It is. Isn't it?" They were silent again.
"I'm sorry for Killians behavior. I really don't know what's gotten him to go crazy," Emma stuffed her hands into the pockets of the sweatpants. "It's alright, dear. Not your fault." "But maybe it is? I haven't been home lately," Emma kicked a stray stone in her path. She followed its movement onto the side of the pavement. Regina stopped in her tracks, "Killian married you for who you are. He can't expect you to change that, he knew what he signed up for," She moved her hand forward, in an attempt to brush a stray stand of Emma's hair away from her face. Regina pulled back, before she touched the woman. "Maybe you two should schedule a session with Archie?"
Regina knew that what happened between them last night was definitely something she hadn't planned.
Bathing Emma? Really? What the hell was that about?
Their relationship has grown considerably over the last couple of years. Emma didn't seem to comment on the shift last night, so neither did Regina. But that didn't stop her from pondering on the matter. 'I'm a mother, it's part of my job' but Emma was not her child. Yes, she cared for her and loves her unconditionally but looking at it now, from a distanced perspective, she shouldn't have crossed the line. Regina remembered Emma's soothing whispers that drew her out of her misery.
'It's okay, baby.' Baby?
A term that she was familiar with the blonde using when she spoke to Killian. Besides that, how did they end up naked in bed?
"Emma, do you remember how we ended up in bed last night?" Regina was not one to beat around the bush. "Not really. I remember mixing a cocktail with beer, syrup and your fancy wine," Emma shrugged. Regina made a disgusted face. "Yup, and I remember that face too. Since you refused to have yours, I drank it and threw up. You helped me with that too. Thanks. After that, it's a blur," Emma and Regina rounded the corner to the mansion. "Oh yes. But, I did have it, because I'm no wimp. After you threw up, I drank several glasses of water and held it in. Don't remember what happened after that," Regina said.
"I think I want to go to Boston for a while," Emma said once they reached the mansion.
"Boston? Why?"
"I mean, with everything going on with Killian, I'm doubtful we'd get our happy ending. Regina, he set up the huntsman to get your heart. Why do you think he'd do something like that?"
"First of all, you can't run from your problems, dear. They have a way of catching up to you. Secondly, we are yet to find out. That pirate won't be around for much longer, I can assure you."
"Still think Boston's a great plan. I just need to think for a while."
"For now, think logically," Regina tried to talk the blonde out of leaving. In the hopes that if she stayed, they'd figure out what the last couple of hours meant to them. Which is one of the unspoken reasons as to why Emma wants to run. She's not accustomed to people taking care of her. Emma never had someone to turn to, and now that she does, she feels that she's becoming clingy or maybe even overbearing.
"You're more than welcome to stay here with Henry and I until you figure things out with Killian. I know Henry would love that," Regina offered. "Thanks, Regina."
Emma didn't take her up on the offer but decided to confront Killian on her own. "Killian?" She called out when she got home. For once, home didn't feel like home. Yes, he is her husband but he shouldn't have violated her the way he did. He shouldn't have crossed the line by hurting her and not stopping. Killian should have not resurrected Graham to kill Regina.
That was that. She didn't want to be with someone who disregarded her family. Regina is her family, the mother of her child. Emma smirked at that thought. They were bound to cross paths, even if Killian did separate them. If he had issues with Regina now, what would happen a few years down the line? When Henry's involved? What if she has a kid with Killian and that's the only reason she has to suck it up and be good to him when all she needs is him out of her life? She stopped thinking, realizing that it's too far down the line.
"Emma? Thought you'd be home by lunch," he stumbled into the kitchen, flustered. "I- Killian? Are you drunk?" She asked, Emma sat him down. He reeked of alcohol. Not a minute later, Emma heard a thud from upstairs. "What was that?" She asked. Conjuring a fireball in her hand, she moved past Killian and made her way upstairs. "Emma, stop," Killian tried to run after her. "Stop?" She looked back at him, "There's someone in the house," she bolted to her bedroom, following the sound. He caught up to her, out of breathe from his drunken ascend on the staircase. Her window was left open and the bedside lampshade had fallen. Killian looked around the room suspiciously, "Must be the wind."
Emma withdrew her fireball. She glanced around the room. "You know, Regina has a wide variety of red lipstick," Emma stated. Killian looked at her confused, "Again, with Regina. What's your point, Swan?" He was still looking around the room, not meeting her eyes for a second. "Last year, for her birthday, one of things I got her was actually lipstick. Do you know how I got the shade she didn't have?" She asked, anger brewing within her. Killian shook his head and stepped backwards. "Henry helped me. We went through all of her swatches and I could've sworn that I'd be a lipstick geek after that. Turns out, it's paid off," Emma stepped towards Killian. Her eyes became darker, the vein in her forehead threatening to pop. "I don't wear Vibrant Orange, Hook."
With that, Killian knew he was done for it. He sprinted downstairs, Emma on his tail. He stood behind the kitchen table and she threw the fireball at him. She missed and it hit the wall behind Killian, burning through it. "I'm sorry," he yelled. "You cheated on me," she gritted her teeth, but spoke softly. Internally cursing herself for letting her guard down with him. She felt disgusted. Emma threw another fireball at him, he narrowly dodged it. She hit the couch, this time. Things around her started burning. "GET OUT."