*I am all over the place with these one-shots. There is no timeline for these stories. Also this is PG-13. I know, I am venturing out of my fluff.*
After having just arrived back in Storybrooke after the recent adventure into the Underworld, Emma sits back in her chair at the sheriff’s station. She holds a mug of coffee in her hands, enjoying the quietness of the office. This morning she left her house early so she could make it home early to cook dinner for Killian and her. Emma wanted to do something normal after the darkness and Hell. It only seemed to make sense to do something as domestic as that. Plus, she could benefit from learning to cook more now that she has Killian in her life. They can’t live off of Granny’s. Or they could. Neither of them would mind though.
She’s just happy she has him back.
A knock sounds at the door to her office, pulling her from her bliss. Much to her surprise, Zalena is on the other side of the door holding her daughter. Emma gestures for her to come inside with a curious expression on her face. Her last encounter with Zalena wasn’t exactly pleasant. Emma is still sporting the bruise from when Zalena cast her against the concrete. In fact, there’s a nice black blotch on her lower back.
“Hey, what’s up?” Emma turns around in her chair, arms crossed against her chest.
“I want a job.”
Emma quirks an eyebrow up. “And what makes you think I would know how to get you a job?”
Zalena shrugs her shoulders. “You know a lot more people than I do in Storybrooke. Maybe you could put in a good word.”
“For you?” Emma lets out a small laugh. “Oh how the tables have turned.”
“I’ve changed. For Robyn.”
Killian walks into the office next, taking in the scene before him. He raises an eyebrow as he places a white sack onto her desk. She can smell the scent of onion rings seeping from within the bag. As if on impact, her stomach grumbles. Placing a hand over it, she sees Killian smile at her. Zalena is completely oblivious to Killian’s existence.
Emma stands up, coming over to the other side of the desk. She smiles down at little Robyn. “I don’t have anything in mind, but I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you. Really Emma, I want to change for my daughter.” Zalena walks out of the office, not bothering to acknowledge Killian’s existence.
“I guess some people aren’t too happy about my return,” he steps more into the office.
Emma returns to her seat, pulling the greasy bag closer to her. She bites down on the golden ring, “I am and that’s all that matters.”
“So,” Killian grabs onto the back of my chair. “I’ve been thinking, love.”
“You have?” Emma lets out an audible gasp followed by laughter.
Killian sits beside her on the desk. “Aye, and I want to take you out for Valentine’s Day tonight.”
Emma gives him a confused look. “Babe, it’s the end of May.”
“True, but you were…um…kind of dark during that holiday.”
She looks down to avoid looking in his eyes. The biggest blush has appeared on her cheeks. “Where are we going, Captain?”
He gets off, nearing towards the door. “Why the Jolly Roger of course. Meet me there at six.”
“Okay,” she watches him leave and glances at the time. It’s only one. She continues eating her lunch. At four, she clocks out to go home to get ready for whatever Killian has up his sleeves. If it’s anything like their first date, she knows it’ll be perfect.
Scanning her closet for something decent to wear, she lets out a sigh. The only dress she has in her closet currently is the pink dress she wore for her first date. And when she the Dark One. She can’t wear it again. Walking out of the closet, she decides to do her hair and makeup then go to Snow’s house for a dress. She knows her mother will have a dress for her to borrow. It’s a good thing they’re the same size.
Heading to their house, David answers the door with Neal in his arms. Emma smiles at her father and rubs the baby’s head. “Is mom here?”
“Emma?” she peeks out from her room.
“Do you have something for me to wear. Killian’s planning a special date for us on the Jolly Roger for Valentine’s.”
David places Neal in his crib. “I know he’s a pirate, but Valentine’s was over three months ago.”
Emma doesn’t bother explaining to her father. Snow leads her into her room to look through her closet. She pulls out a black dress. It still has the tag on it. “Well look at this.”
Emma observes dress. It’s plain with a slit running up the leg. She smiles, thinking how much Killian will like it. She excuses herself to the bathroom to put it on. Looking into the mirror, she stands satisfied with how she looks. She steps out and Snow covers her mouth with her hand.
“Oh, Emma, you look beautiful. Here,” she thrusts a box of shoes at her.
Taking the shoes from the box, she marvels at the red strappy sandals. “Wow, Mom, these are amazing.” She slips them on, rocking on the tall heels.
“Hook isn’t going to be able to keep his hand off of you.”
Emma rolls her eyes. “Ew.”
Biding her parents a good night, she drives down to the dock. Walking onto the top part of the Jolly Roger, she sees a flicker of light from down below. Tip toeing down the steps, she wraps her arms around Killian’s neck. “Guess who?”
Emma steps into Killian’s view. His mouth opens slightly upon seeing her. “Swan you look-”
He smirks at her, tugging her by her hand. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you look.”
“Then show me,” she smiles wickedly at him.
“You’re more pirate then I am, love.”
Emma grabs the lapel of his leather jacket. Then she presses her lips hungrily against his. He reacts immediately, closing the gap between them. Emma opens her mouth for him and he more than willingly complies. Pulling back, she rests her forehead against his. Killian’s hand is resting on her lower back. Putting her hand against his cheek, she lets her head hang back as Killian starts showering kisses along her jawline. His lips then travel down her neck and onto her collarbone.
Emma’s breathing quickens as he makes his way back to her lips. Moaning against his lips, she tugs at his hair on the back of his neck.
“You have got to be kidding!” Emma lets go of Killian. “What is it, kid?”
Killian runs a hand through his hair, sitting down at the table while muttering “bloody hell”. He takes out his flask, drinking from it. Henry looks between the two of us. Emma’s cheeks flush. Hopefully he didn’t see too much.
“There’s something you need to see. Right now.”
Emma looks back at Killian. “I’ll meet you above deck; give me a minute.” She watches him ascend the stairs. Turning back around, Killian glances up at her with hooded eyes.
“It’s okay, love. Your boy needs you.”
She bends down to kiss him on the lips. “I love you.”
“And I you.”
“Happy Valentine’s,” she blows him a kiss before going to see what Henry needs to show her.