2. Blankets

                                    

                                          
This is the second out of prompt lists.
I'm doing a bit of a throwback in this one so prepare yourselves for some fetus captain swan.
                          
Backstory-  set in the second half of season 3 some time before Henry remembers but after Killian brings them back to storybrooke. They are all in the sheriffs station (apart from Henry who is at granny's) trying to figure out what the wicked witches next will be when a storm breaks out, keeping them all trapped inside.
                          
Word count-  1500
                          
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Emma was staring at a map, she didn't really know what she was expecting to get from it but it was better then looking up and catching eyes with him. He would always seem to look at her longingly... lovingly, it wasn't exactly a crime but Emma wished it was so she could make him stop doing it. Did he even realise how much it affected her?
                          
'Good afternoon storybrooke this is your 5 o clock run down' the radio announced, she decided her time would be better spent listening to that then trying to not listen to Killian's sexy accent. 'The mayor has decided that she doesn't want the job anymore... will there be a new election?"
                          
"Liars!" Regina huffed
Emma laughed at her and continued to listen to the broadcast, "the elementary school has had its highest amount of passes for the past 28 years! Maybe the dark curse was a whole lot darker then we first thought?"
                          
"Gee I sure am glad people don't hold grudges in this town," regina rolled her eyes sarcastically and went back to the witch hunt.
                          
"According to our weather experts, the rain forecasted for tonight has been officially upgraded to an amber warning storm, more information on that later,"
                          
Emma looked out the window and frowned, it looked terribly dark out to say it was only 5, and the rain had been lashing down for at least the past couple of hours, gradually getting heavier. As the low sound of thunder erupted outside, Emma's heart also erupted but from a different kind of thunder...
                          
"What's an amber warning storm love?" Killian asked sitting on her desk
"What?" She snapped back to reality, moving her focus from the puddles outside to the deep puddles of his eye.
"The announcer on that magic box thing said that the storm is an amber warning... how bad is that? And how the bloody hell do they know?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows at the radio on her desk.
"It usually just tells people to avoid going out if you can and try to drive slower or not at all," she informed him "and I don't really know how to explain meteorology to you," 
"Meteor-what-ogy?" He frowned
Emma laughed at his confusion and shook her head "Google it," she told him
"What's that love?" 
                          
"You can give him an IT lesson later em, right now we need to focus on figuring out what happened last year," charming interrupted
"How? I doubt we're going to find anything in here to help," she gesture to the station 
"Well then what do you suggest?" He asked
"Look, I want to get this solved as much as the rest of you but I would also like to be in one piece, if we don't leave now this storm is going to pick up pretty quick and we're all going to be trapped in here," she spoke
                          
As she finished her sentence the lights all flickered before turning off completely, "my point proven," she sighed pulling out the Torch on her phone
"I don't think we're going anywhere now," snow spoke up holding her bump protectively
"Great!" Emma sighed pulling her phone out and trying to call Henry, "no signal,"
"Can you not just magic him a message?"Killian asked
"Not without giving him a heart attack," Emma reminded him that Henry doesn't remember anything about magic 
"He'll be alright swan," 
                          
"Shit!" Regina cursed banging her knee on the table "if we're going to be trapped here can we at least make this  prison a light one?" 
"I think we have some candles in the storage cupboard," Emma spoke "wait here I'll go check," 
She walked down the corridor, which is a lot more scary when it's practically pitched black, only lighting up once every minute or so because of the lightning electrifying the night.
                          
The candles were hidden at the very back of the supply cupboard, she left her phone on the table as she reached further in to grab the tee lights and matches, as she stood up straight to move again, her back hit against someone's hard chest.
                          
As she went to scream a calloused hand covered her mouth,
"Shh swan it's me," Killian whispered, waiting for her heart to decrease before letting her go,
"What the hell hook?" She grabbed her chest "I could've killed you!"
"With what? Your death screams?" He laughed
"Why are you here?" She shook her head even though she still couldn't see him
"I was tasked with finding some blankets," he told her, reaching past her and grabbing the box of blankets.
                          
He was very close to her face now, even though her eyes could only make out a faint outline of a human, she could feel everything.... his breathe fanning across her nose and cheeks, his lips almost grazing her cheek bone when he bends over her, the vibrations is his voice, his thick accent humming through the air.
                          
"Got them," he spoke, she lost her footing and grabbed onto his arm for support, he wrapped his arm round her wait to steady her. She could practically feel his smug smile,
"You can let go now," she gulped
"I know," he shrugged but didn't let go
"Hook... what're you doing?" 
"Catching you,"
"You've caught me thanks.... now if you would be so kind as to le-"
"Do you ever think about it?" He interrupted
"Think about what?"
"The kiss," 
                          
She was frozen, that was the last thing she had expected to hear right now and she was definitely not prepared for it. She knew the true answer but that didn't matter because it wasn't the one she was going to give.
"Does it matter?" She threw another question back at him hoping to dodge the situation completely
"To me it does..." somehow he got even closer, his nose practically outlining hers, she could feel her eyelashes touch his cheek when she blinked.
"Why?" She gripped onto his arm tighter, if it wasn't for his strong arm holding her up right now, her weak knees would have given out ages ago.
                          
"Because I have... I spent the last year thinking about nothing else..."he confessed 
"Killian... it was just a kiss..." 
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a terrible liar swan?" He rubbed the tip of his nose against her
"This... whatever it is or was... it can't happen,"
"Why?" He pulled her further up towards his face
"Because... Neal and..."
"If you can look me in the eyes Emma and tell me that you trust him to make you happy more then me then I will let you go and not speak another word of this," he proposed
"Killian I..." 
"Well?"
                          
Emma knew she couldn't do it, Neal was her first love... but he was also her first and biggest heart break, Killian had proven to her that he is worth the risk... she just didn't know If she was willing to take it yet.
"I can't..." she confessed.
She felt his cheeks lift up into what she presumes is a smile and then his lips are gently placed on hers... and she interlocks them with her own.
                          
This isn't like their first kiss in Neverland: filled with lust and passion and fire. It's slower and more romantic and sweet, her hand was in his hair as the other slowly dropped the candles onto the table and held onto his shoulder for support. His hook was at the hem of her shirt, drawing patterns on her bare skin beneath it while his hand on her back, keeping her as close to him as possible.
                          
"I've decided I rather like the storm," he spoke when they pulled away to catch their breaths, she laughed breathlessly and then lit a candle with her magic to see his face. He looked just as wrecked as she did.
                          
He lifted her up and onto the table, gently he used his hook to push her hair out of her face and behind her ear,
"You're the most beautiful person I've seen," he complimented truthfully,
She looked at the ground shyly until he pushed her chin up, his lips slowly meeting with hers again
"People are probably waiting..." Emma broke from the kiss before it got too heated.
"Not as long as I have," he pulled her thighs closer to the edge of the table, claiming her lips as his, "worth it," he spoke into her mouth.