Love & Lies: A Captain Swan Fanfic

Part 4/11

Thanks for the responses so far.  Hope you enjoy this part! ~Steph

...Love & Lies: Part 4/11...

Killian and Emma sat in awkward silence the entire way to her house. Once there, they got out and he walked her to her door.

Emma gestured to her house. "Well, this is me. Home safe and sound. Your duty is done."

"Can I come in?" he asked.

Her brow raised. "Why?"

"I'd like to see your home."

She sighed. "I told you, nothing is going to happen between us."

The truth was, Killian knew nothing would happen between them, but he didn't want the night to end.

"I know. You've made that clear. I have a code when it comes to the women I'm with, Emma. I don't pursue another man's woman unless she wants to be pursued."

Emma chuckled. "Well, aren't you just a prince."

His voice softened. "Maybe I'm just enjoying spending time with you outside of work and I don't want it to end."

Emma sucked in a breath. She had to admit she was enjoying getting to know him too, but she wasn't sure she would be able to resist him if he came inside.

"One cup of coffee," he said. "And then I'll go. I promise."

"Fine," Emma agreed, as she unlocked the door.

Killian followed behind her, nodding his approval at the Spanish style home. "Your home is beautiful."

"Thank you."

Emma walked into the kitchen and Killian took a seat at the large granite island.

"How do you like your coffee?" she asked, as she put a pot on.

"Just black."

A few minutes later, Emma handed him the mug of coffee and then went into the living room. She kicked off her heels and sat down on the couch with her own cup of coffee. Killian sat down beside her.

He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced.

"Too strong?" she asked.

Killian shook his head. "No, it's just the most dreadful cup of coffee I've ever had."

Emma narrowed her eyes at him. "You're British. You know tea. What do you know about coffee?"

Killian moved closer to her, his eyes staring into hers. "I know what I like, Emma."

Emma felt her breath catch in her chest at his closeness. She put her mug down on the coffee table and reached for the remote. She flipped the TV on and then scooted away from him, planting herself in the corner of the couch.

Killian licked at his lips, as he continued to drink the coffee.

Emma stared at the TV. "You don't have to drink it, you know."

"You took the time to make it for me, so I'm going to drink it."

Killian took his time sipping the awful liquid, as he stared in silence at some infomercial on the screen. His eyes moved from the TV to scan the living room. She had very few personal items. There weren't any family photos. No pictures of her and August together. The only photo he did see was one of her and Belle.

"I don't see any photos of your family. Are you close?"

Emma's jaw clenched. "Belle is like family to me."

Killian sighed. "Bloody hell, Emma. You made an exception to let me share some of my personal history with you. Can't you make the same exception to share a little of your personal history with me?"