True Love: God Approved

Chapter 10

Smut will be marked off with these ~~~ as always, just FYI.

*Emma's POV *

I turned on music as I got ready, unable to help the small smile plastered to my face. I curled my hair and pinned it over one of my shoulders and painted my lips a deep red, my look much more dramatic than our first date. I was beyond nervous about all this, but I knew it was right this time- that I'd finally found the right person.

I was caught up in my thoughts of what this night would be like, all the hopes and dreams I'd built up in my mind making my face turn bright red when there was a knock on the front door. My eyebrows pulled together with confusion but I made my way downstairs anyway, pulling on my heels as I went. I opened the door to find Killian on the porch, standing with his left arm behind him much like our first date.

"What are you doing?" I laughed lightly. "You live here, you idiot."

"Isn't it obvious, Swan?" He smirked, pulling a rose from behind him as he stepped closer to kiss my cheek. "I'm picking you up. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, just let me get my phone," I said but was pulled back when I went to get it, pulled directly into a deep kiss and smiling against his lips. "I thought you wanted to go somewhere. We'll never get there if you don't let me get my phone."

"No, no phones tonight," he insisted, throwing his over on the sofa to make his point. "Just you and me, no distractions for once."

"Alright," I agreed hesitantly, giving him a small smile. "You're very serious about tonight, aren't you?"

"Extremely," he nodded and my eyebrows pulled together again when I felt his hand slide across the small of my back, his right planted firmly on my hip. "What is it, love? What's wrong?"

"Your hand is on my back," I said quietly. "Your left hand. How exactly is that?"

"I have my ways," he said as his smirk returned but I could see the nervous glint in his eyes. "I wanted to hold you the way you deserve. Besides, if we're getting married I need to have my left hand to put my ring on."

"You didn't have to do that just because of me," I said guiltily, sliding my arms under his and around him. "Your hook is as much a part of you as your hand, it's never bothered me."

"I knew you'd say that," he smiled a bit, avoiding my eyes for a moment. "That's why I made a very specific deal. This lovely cuff let's me decide, I can have a hook when I want to and my hand on special occasions."

"Wait, what?" I asked, my eyes widening when he took off the familiar looking cuff to let his hook appear and putting it back on to bring back his hand in a whirl of smoke. "Oh my god, seriously?"

"Indeed," he smiled a bit, letting his hands rest on my hips again. "But it's not a big deal. We should go."

"Hey," I stopped him from going for the door and kissed him softly. "I like it. I'm glad you didn't totally give up such a big part of you, but it'll be nice to be able to hold both your hands again."