Captain Swan One Shots

One Night Only

Title: One Night Only

Rating: M for smut

Pairing: Killian/Emma

Characters: Killian, Emma

Category: Romance/Drama

Summary: Killian is the production manager for the band The Lost Boys. Emma is the event organizer at the concert venue in Boston that they visit once a year on their tour. Over six years, Emma and Killian spend one night together every year.

Note: This got way longer than intended and it really should have been broken up, but the concept of the story really dictates that it be read all at once. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...One Night Only: Part 1/1...

~The First Night: July 8th, 2011~

"Emma Swan?" she heard come from behind her.

Emma turned around to face the voice. Her eyes met sparkling blue ones on an impossibly handsome face. She felt her breath hitch in her chest for a moment.

"That's right. I'm the event organizer here at the TD Garden," she finally said. "And you are?"

It was his turn to be taken aback. Her beauty caught him off guard, his gaze moving from her eyes to her full lips.

He extended his hand. "Killian Jones, production manager for The Lost Boys."

The Lost Boys were a 90's rock band that had several hit albums. After half a decade of success, all of their subsequent albums failed. Unfortunately for them, they had squandered their entire fortune. In order to make money, they started going on year long U.S. tours. They were so successful that they continued on year after year, with only a few weeks break each year.

"Nice to meet you. What can I do for you?" she asked.

His tongue darted out to lick at his lips. "Well, love, I don't want to tell you how to do your job, but-.."

Emma held up a hand to halt him. "Let me stop you right there. First of all, I am not your love. We've known each other for all of 5 seconds. Second of all, in my experience, when someone says they don't want to tell you how to do your job, they usually follow it by telling you how to do your job."

His lips slid into a grin. "You're a spitfire. I like that."

She rolled her eyes. "Are you going to tell me what you need? Because I'm pretty busy trying to get ready for your band's show tonight."

"Well, then we have something in common because I am trying to do exactly that as well. Listen, the band will be here soon and the heat isn't on in their dressing rooms."

Emma lifted her eyebrows. "Heat? It's 80 degrees outside."

"I am well aware of that, but the band prefers that their rooms be kept at 85 degrees. Something to do with their vocal chords. Honestly, I haven't a bloody clue. But we need to switch off the A/C and crank up the heat for a bit to bring the temperature up."

Emma brought her fingers up and squeezed at her brow. "Unbelievable."

Emma had only had this job as event organizer for the TD Garden in Boston for two months. She was still learning the ropes, but she had little patience for bands that made unreasonable demands.

Killian cocked his head to the side. "I never had to tell Stan. The rooms were always a balmy 85 when we arrived."

Emma sighed. "Well, Stan retired so you're stuck with me now. I'll see what I can do."

She turned on her heel to walk away when his voice stopped her.

"One more thing."

She slowly spun around. "What?"