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It was quite comical, really. He was tied back to back with Emma with a rope aboard a pirate ship (which absolutely pales in comparison to the Jolly Roger, he might add) It was almost right out of the Peter Pan movie Emma made him watch after several shots and some nagging. The movie was entirely inaccurate, and boy, did he let the whole living room know it. “Why the hell did they make me look like that? I’ve had wanted posters look better than that!” he had said nearly getting up from the couch and Emma’s embrace. The alcohol kept him lazy enough to stay down.
Now he wishes he had some alcohol for the little mission they were on, although it’s not like it is a very hard one. Emma is already sneakily untying the very poorly tied knot while the poor sod was monologueing. Nothing intelligible. At least until Killian realizes exactly who had knocked them unconscious.
“Oh fuck.”
Emma’s working hands freeze and she looks over her shoulder to get a glance at the back of Killian’s head which was now tilting down towards his chest. “What?”
He turns his head so they were both craning their heads to look at each other. “This guy, I really fucked him over… after we um… after we..”
“Fucked?” The looney toons looking villain finishes for him.
Emma’s lips press into a straight line before slowly nodding, “Got it.”
“Oh? What do we have here? A pang of jealousy?” He looks absolutely cliche. Shoulder length blond hair parted down the middle, insanely voluminous, defying gravity really. Cheekbones that could cut glass, or rather that appear that way with the copious amounts of makeup. The clothes were dark and leather and way too tight around the crotch if you asked Killian. Or anyone with functioning eyes. Kinda looks like Emma if she was in RuPaul’s drag race, but neither Emma or Hook would admit it.
Hook rolls his eyes Almost like… what were those people in the show Henry watching? Team Rocket? Oh they were quite daft, when I get home we’re gonna watch that and tell Henry all about this fool… well not *all* about him. He found himself missing Henry more. He’d never say so. He isn’t sure whether he’s allowed to miss him yet. Hell, we haven’t even said “I love you” yet.
“Are you even listening to me?” The blond pouts
“No.”
“Because of you my friends called me a fairy!” He seethes . “Called me a pansy!”
“Well..” Killian gave him a teasing smile.
“Well what?” He shrills.
“Well, your attitude and whole get up isn’t really assuaging that, now is it, love?”
“SHUT UP. I am NOT gay.”
“I hate to interject in this… this reunion… but you just admitted that you two screwed. Sounds pretty gay to me. Maybe you just need a little self acceptance?” Emma says, eyebrows scrunched trying to seem empathetic.
“Yes, well it was before your little girlfriend here went and decided to play dress up.”
Killian's heart drops. Oh fuck. He can feel his cheeks growing pinker. Suddenly everything feels heavy. He doesn’t even notice the ropes have been untied and Emma has tackled the man and there is a considerable amount of force between Emma’s forearm and the man’s neck. “Come on, dress up? Look at you!” She says matter of factly.
“Oh not with the clothes,” he smirked, “with this life. It’s all a lie you know. If you’re looking for a good dicking you aren’t gonna get it with that.”
Emma’s eyebrows stitched together before she swiftly knocks him out with a slam against the deck, “That’s out of line.”
She quickly glances over to hook.
“Well don’t look like that, the little jab about your performance didn’t actually get to you did it?” Emma giggles out. She stands up and dusts herself off before walking over to him; then she really sees him.
Hook’s head hanging low. His face defeated.
“Oh come on you’ve had… experience since then.” She smiles, walking over to lift his chin off his chest. “And… most importantly, I’m… not in this.. with you for just that.”
His throat bobs and he tries to smirk “Oh trust me I’m fine in bed.” He gives a slow lick to his upper lip, joking through the tears that well behind his eyes. Emma giggles. “Well,” she reaches to his cheek, becoming more serious, “something obviously got to you there.” The tears finally come.
“Swan… I uh…” he croaks.
“Hey it’s ok”
“It’s not…. He uh.. was right err.. about the dress up?” He huffs out a silent sob.
“Awe, you know I love the leather.” She jokes while still sounding sincere.
“Emma I’m trans.”
She looks confused but her love doesn’t waver. Killian backs away from the touch, shame spreading across his face.
“Hey, no.” She pulls him in tighter. His body huffs with each sob.
They don’t need words. Or big grand sexual expressions. They just hug, Killian's tears absorbing into Emma’s winter coat. It could have been hours, it could have been years, it doesn’t matter. Emma backs up but doesn’t pull away to look into his eyes. “This isn’t how I wanted to say this for the first time. I… actually kinda had a whole plan? It was gonna be cheesy and corny but here goes. I—“
“Shh love, I- I get the picture. I know what you mean. I’d really, really like to hear that cheesy declaration.”
“But I do. Ya know.”
“But I’m— I’m not—”
“Hey… I do.” She gazes in his eyes with all her soul. Then barely gets a chance to glance down at his lips before they kiss. It’s not so passionate as it usually is with them, but it is more full of love then it ever has been.
“Well come on. I wanna watch ‘poh Kay mon’”
“What now?”