He's An Arrangement

December 15th

December 15th

Killian's hands wrapped around the front of my face, fingers pressed at the bridge of my nose, "Promise you can't see anything?" He asked me once again. I squinted my eyes, assuring myself all I could see was darkness.

I nodded, "I swear."

His right hand went around both of my eyes, the left dropping to guide my hand, "Okay, step forward, Love."

I did as he said, digging my shoes into what seemed to be a dirt road. I could hear birds chirping in the abis, and it smelt absolutely amazing. We had been driving for an hour, my eyes covered by an eye mask the whole time. He didn't say a word the whole time, and anytime I asked a question of what he was planning, he'd just say secrets are not meant to be spoken.

"I'm going to remove my hand now," he whispered into my ear, kissing my ear, nipping at the lobe, "Open your eyes," he said, and I listened to his shoes crunch on the soil. Maybe on leaves. He stepped to the side of me, and I peeled my eyes open. It took me a second to adjust to the light, and I kept my eyes scrunched.

To my left there's a lake that's steady and slow. The sun fell through trees, and as I lowered my vision I made out a motorcycle. It's black with a navy blue seat, matching handles. A red leather jacket sat on the seat. My red leather jacket.

"Killian...?" I started, looking back over at him.

He raised a finger, grabbing a hold of the jacket, "I used to ride a lot, in Ireland. When Liam was going through my storage unit, he had found it. Asked if I wanted to have it back." He placed the jacket over my shoulder, and I slid it down my arms, "You'll be cold without a coat, won't you?"

"You brought me here to go on a motorcycle ride?" I said as he bent down, picking up a women's helmet from next to the bike. He handed it to me, and I placed on my head, clasping it underneath my chin. I wonder if he had ever taken Milah on a motorcycle ride.

"I've been practicing. And since I am to take home Evelyn tomorrow, it seems fight to do something like this before she comes home."

"Fine," I smiled at him. At my Killian. At the Killian that does everything he can to make me happy, how do I know he's not miserable inside?

I shook the thought from my head. He tried hard today Emma, appreciate that.

The leather fit just right, snug on my arms. Something I would wear when I was eighteen. When I was young. Fresh out of foster care. I had leaped into the embrace of the first person that showed the slightest interest in me. I wonder how my life would've ended up if that was Killian. Not Neal. If I had met Killian while I was stealing a stolen car. If I had moved to Tallahassee with Killian. If I had a conscious. If I had actually tried.

Killian was sitting on the motorcycle, revving the engine, "What do you say, Emma? Give me this last adventure before I'm a dad?" He had gloves over his hands, fingers exposed.

I grinned, "How do I get on?" I patted the area behind him, and he smiled. A smile with bright white teeth. A gorgeous smile.

"Just hoist your leg over, and get snug. Grab my waist and hold on tight," he leaned to the side closest to me, extending his hand, "Hop on whenever you're ready and place your feet in the foot rest closest to the back."

I swung my right leg over the bike, resting it where he told me to. I moved around, adjusting my seating, "Is that good?" I held onto his jacket, making sure my grip was firm.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, quick guide lines," he turned his head back to make eye contact with me, "When we turn corners, stay in the center. Your body position affects my driving. Don't shift your weight suddenly, please. If you're uncomfortable with anything, don't try to fix it, just give me a heads up. If you want to stop, tap my right shoulder. Alright?" He asked, and I nodded. He's done this before. He's had passengers that don't understand motorcycles. I wonder if that passenger was Milah, "Just lean into my back, and if you'd rather not do than hold yourself off, but I won't be able to adjust as I drive."

I rested myself against his back, my heart aligned with his. As if it would rip through and connect with one another, "Ready, Emma?"

"Ready," I kissed right above the collar of his jacket, below his helmet.

His foot left the ground, and he started slow. Really slow. The navy blue seat barely vibrated. I didn't feel any wind, and I could clearly hear everything just fine, "Come on, pick up the pace, Killian!"

"If you say so," he cracked his neck, and even though I couldn't see the front of his face, I knew he had a raised eyebrow and smirk on his face.

He picked up the pace, engine working harder, seat vibrating. My nails dug into where his ribcage sat. We both bounced with the path, twisting and turning. Rocks hit my pants, bright, skinny blue jeans. The comfy kind. The wind laced into the curls at the bottom of my hair, whipping them around.

It was such an amazing feeling.

To forget about our problems.

To forget about everything.

"Woo!" Killian chuckled, bringing the bike to a halt. He stood, turning to face me and sitting down again. Backwards on the bike now, he kissed my forehead and ran his thumb down my cheek. I lifted my head to the touch of his soft lips, the famoularnace of them absolutely beautiful, "You're something else, Emma Swan," he spoke in a faint tone, thumb playing with baby hairs that fell from my helmet.

I ran my hand along his thigh. Redness formed on my cheeks and I giggled. He looked up, "What? I was trying to be serious here, Swan!" He crossed his arms, but a smile had already curved at the tips of his mouth.

"I know, I know."

I made the first move. The first stupid move. The move that if I hadn't done, maybe I would've been able to avoid all of what was to come in the next week.

"I can't believe I ever loved Neal, when I could've had you."

If I had known my life and, more importantly, Killian's would be in a complete disaster just two days from now, I would have looked at all the tiny details. I wouldn't have made such a stupid mistake.

The shadow in the window that morning.

The man on the rock with his binoculars.

The odd click on the phone when I got a phone call.

If only I had payed attention.

Sorry took me FOREVER to upload. I'll try to be faster, I promise!!! But, school has started. :(( I've been in complete misery for three weeks now... so that's fun. 

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-Rose