A Never Event [Teacher/Student]

Chapter Twelve - The Hotel Royal

January and most of February became a drag for Emerys and Killian.
But eventually school break came around and they had four days of bliss in New Orleans.
After finishing school for the day, Emerys went home and grabbed her travel bag.
"Everything packed?" Jocelyn asked, poking her head through the door.
"Yep." Emerys grinned, clapping her hands together.
"I can't believe Daniel paid for you to go out there. He must be so excited to see you." Her mother chuckled.
Emerys had told her mother that her former high school best friend had saved up and bought her a ticket so that no questions would be raised.
"I'm excited to see him too, mom. This trip is going to be amazing." Emerys smiled just as a text came through on her phone.
'I'm parked at the end of your street x' Killian said.
"Ruby's here to take me to the airport." She told her mom.
"Well, come on then. You have a plane to catch." Jocelyn beckoned her through the door, excited to see her daughter so happy.

"Hello, love." Killian smiled as she got in the passenger seat after ditching her bag in the trunk.
"Hey." Emerys beamed, leaning over to kiss him.
"All ready?" He asked.
"Of course."
They drove to Portland, Maine, heading for the International airport and soon enough, they were boarding the plane.
"I can't get over the excitement. I don't even know what I'm going to show you first." Emerys bounced up and down in her seat with pure, unadulterated joy.
"I thought you had a list?" Killian raised a playful eyebrow.
"I do, but it's in my bag." Emerys replied.

They eventually got to New Orleans and were instantly hit with the humidity.
"Fuck, I'm not used to this..." Killian chuckled, wincing at the bright sunlight despite his sunglasses.
"You will. Check in first?" Emerys practically jogged over to the taxi rank with a spring prominent in her step.
"Aye." Killian smiled, following her into the car. "The Hotel Royal please, mate."

The hotel was beautiful. The courtyard in its centre was bright with the New Orleans sun, the fountain in the middle flowed perfectly, the sound of its gentle waters was music to the pair's ears.
The room they had been put in was completely white with dark wood floors. The balcony overlooking Royal Street was as stunning as the rest of the hotel.
Emerys stood at the balcony rails, watching over all the people going about their day. It was obvious to her who was local and who was a tourist.
She felt arms wrap around her waist and instantly leaned back against Killian's chest, her head falling into the crook of his neck.
"Are you happy?" He asked, softly.
"The happiest I've been in a long time, if that's possible." She gently giggled.
"Me too." He whispered, kissing her temple.
"So," The girl smirked, turning around in Killian's arms, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Where in gorgeous NOLA would you like to go first?"
"I'm a little hungry, if I'm honest, love." He smiled.
"Hungry hungry or munchies hungry?" Emerys raised an eyebrow.
"I can do munchies hungry, for now." He chuckled.
"Very well. It's time for Beignets." She grinned, pulling herself from her love's grasp. "I'm taking you to the Café Du Monde."

They sat on the patio garden outside the Café, sipping coffee.
Emerys watched with pure anticipation as Killian took one of the Beignets from the plate of six in front of them.
"The best Beignets in the country, you say?" Killian smirked.
"In the world." Emerys corrected.
"Oh wow. No pressure on them, then." He laughed.
"Take a bite and tell me I'm wrong." She scowled playfully, watching him over the rim of her coffee cup as she took another sip.
Killian took a deep breath, charged his Beignet and took a bite, powdered sugar falling into the napkin he held underneath.
"Oh my God..." He mumbled with his mouth full. "This is incredible."
"Told you." Emerys winked, finally opting to take one for herself.
"This is powdered heaven." Killian exclaimed.
"Like I said; best Beignets in the world for over one hundred and fifty years, right here at the Café Du Monde." She wagged her finger towards the café with emphasis.
"I don't think I've ever heard truer words." Killian smiled.
Emerys couldn't help but laugh at the layer of powdered sugar coating his top lip and stubble, so reached out and wiped it away with her thumb, being sure not to waste any by sticking her thumb in her mouth.