This is my first fanfiction so please bear with me. This is a captainswan highschool au. Emma has just moved to Storybrooke with her apparent birth parents straight from the system. Killian Jones, captain of the football team, is a popular, bad boy...
There's that pic and a video. You'll understand the video toward the end of the chapter 😉 ---------------------------------------------- Emma's POV I picked out the perfect dress for mine and Killian's date. It was a baby pink that stopped right before my knees. It was fitted at the top, and flowed out on the bottom. I put on some heels and started on my hair and makeup. High ponytail, and light makeup. I went downstairs to see Mom and Dad sitting on the couch. I heard a few knocks and went to get the door. There was my boyfriend looking sexy as usual. He smiled and handed me a rose,
"You look stunning love," I smiled,
"And you look..."
"I know," he smirked. Dad came up ready to give his overprotective father speech,
"Do you guys want me to drive or anything?" I internally groaned,
"No," I said, trying not to sound annoyed. But I secretly liked that he was doing this. Killian wrapped an arm around my waist,
"I assure you, your daughter couldn't be in better hands,"
"That's what worries me, especially that you've got two," I smiled,
"Bye," we left and headed to the Jolly Roger. We arrived at an Italian restaurant. He opened the door for me and pushed my chair in. I smiled at his gentlemanly behavior.
"Shall I order us some drinks?" I smiled,
"No..."
"Why? Afraid you'll find me even more irresistible after a few libations?" Then he did that incredibly sexy smirk.
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"Nice try buddy. It's because we're at a public place and underage. Plus, I want to remember this night," he chuckled and took my hands in his.
"What do you want to order?" There were so many damn good things on the menu.
"What about the chicken Alfredo," he nodded and got the waiter's attention. Or in this case, waitress. I could see the tramp ogling my man. He chuckled,
"What?"
"I can sense your jealousy from a mile away," I rolled my eyes and he softly kissed me. I turned to see the waitress roll her eyes,
"No need to be jealous love, I've only eyes for you," after we were done eating, we took a walk outside. It was a little chilly but I tried to suck it up.
"Here, take my jacket love," I tried to protest but he wouldn't let me. I ended up wearing it,
"Thank you," we were under the moonlight siting on a park bench. We deeply stared into each other's eyes,
"I love you Emma," I leaned in,
"I love you too," we kissed. It was hard but slow as our tongues tangled with each other, fighting for dominance. It was clear where this was going to lead. I climbed into his lap and felt his boner. I could feel myself getting wet.
