CaptainSwan Fanfiction

Debunked

“Seriously!” Emma eyed the shoebox sized room crammed with a wooden bunkbed, a dresser under the narrow window, and nothing else but five feet of open space between the bed and the opposite wall. 

“I’m sorry, the listing said there were five rooms, ten beds, they didn’t mention…” Mary Margaret peered inside, scrunched her nose and continued, “a bunk bed.” 

“Look I already agreed to share a room with Liam’s brother, but I seriously thought it was a two bed situation, not that!” Emma flailed her arms at the contraption, “if either one of us climb that thing it will collapse.” 

“Are you suggesting I’m fat, love?” Killian’s lilted British accent interrupted the two friends’ discussion.

Killian strolled down the narrow hallway, carrying a canvas bag over his shoulder. 

“Have you seen the room?” Emma stepped back and pointed at the tiny space, “we can’t sleep in a bunkbed, the one on the bottom will get crushed.” 

Killian slipped up next to Emma and leaned in to whisper, “I like being underneath.” 

Emma huffed and shoved him away, “Look at it.” 

Killian did, dropping his bag and strode in to inspect the space, he grabbed the railing of the bunkbed and rattled the frame. The wood cracked and groaned under the strain, “nope that will not hold, not even one of us.” Killian turned his focus on Mary Margaret, “you were in charge of the booking, how did you miss this contraption?” 

“I’m sorry, but the listing didn’t say anything about a bunk bed, I would have not booked it, neither of us have kids so we wouldn’t need one.” She found her phone and tapped furiously for a few moments before showing the screen to Emma and Killian, “Look, it says ten beds.” 

Killian walked over and squinted at the screen, “aye, give them a call and see if they have another cabin.” 

“You’re crazy if you think there will be a vacant cabin up here.” Ruby had pushed her way inside the small room, her eyes twinkling in mirth as she took in the small space. “It’s new years eve in a few days and this place is freaking popular, didn’t you know Killian?” 

“Bloody hell.” Killian pushed his hands through his hair and shared a look with Emma, “any suggestions Swan?” 

Emma glared at the Brit who’d come to be part of their group of friends when he’d joined his brother to live in the US six months ago. Liam had worked alongside David at the local sheriffs station for a year, settling down with a woman he met at the town hall. Elsa had been smitten with the handsome man and they’d married only six months later. When Killian had come for the wedding he never returned home, having fallen in love with the quiet life in Storybrook.

“Place the mattresses on the floor.” Ruby suggested with a shrug, “they’re quite narrow and could fit between the wall and the bunkbed, yeah?” She strode over and started to tug at the bottom mattress. 

Emma groaned, “we don’t have much else of an option, share the floor space or risk crashing the bunkbed.”

“Aye, I guess we must endure sleeping on the floor next to a beautiful and feisty swan.” He winked at her and Emma glowered at the obvious attempt to charm her. The man had been a flirt for far too long, and Emma had to admit he’d managed to crack a few new holes in her usually tightly built wall she’d constructed around her heart. 

Ruby slapped his arm, “you better behave. I know my girl here can fend for herself, but I will have no qualms about a kick to the balls if you hurt her.” 

Killian lifted his hands in mock surrender, “Wouldn’t even think to, love.” 

Emma pulled back from the room, not ready to process the fact that she would be sleeping next to Killian, she went on the hunt for some large pillows to create a makeshift wall between them. Mary Margaret followed her but she went into the kitchen, mumbling about starting early on some dinner prep. Ever the mother hen of their group, it was usually her who organized the food.

Emma strode into the large open-spaced living room, the panoramic windows framing the view of the snowcapped mountains outside. She picked up three oversized pillows from the enormous couch and walked back to the kiddie room. 

“Emma.” Mary Margaret called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah.” Emma stepped back and walked into the kitchen, “what’s up?” 

“Are you okay with the sleeping arrangements?” 

“Yeah why not?” The lie slipping over her lips tasted bitter, but she didn’t want her friend to feel too bad about the whole situation. 

“I mean…” Mary Margaret shuffled a few bowls around, arranging them around the chopping board preparing to begin a salad. “... you know… I’ve seen how you look at the guy.” 

“Oh, yeah and how do I look at him?” Emma glowered at her long time friend, sometimes it was freaking hard being the only single person in their group. Until Killian arrived and took center stage with all his charm and impossible blue eyes. Emma shook her head, not thinking about blue eyes right now.

“I don’t know, I feel as if you see him beyond his scoundrel facade and all that charm.” Mary Magaret fanned herself, “I mean any woman with a pulse sees the potential in that man.” 

“Mary Margaret!” Emma exclaimed with a gasp, nearly dropping her load in utter shock, “I would never have thought you’d ever think that about anyone else but your prince charming.” 

“Shush,” Mary Margaret waved her hand towards the rest of the house, “not so loud, I only acknowledged the finer details of the man. I love David, and only David.” She smirked, “don’t worry, you won’t have any competition from my end.” 

“It’s not a contest, and don’t get any ideas about what should or could happen, I’m not interested in the bloke.” 

Mary Margaret chuckled, “you’re already picking up his British slang.” 

“Shut up.” Emma huffed then added, “Don't worry I’m fine with the sleeping arrangements here, it wasn’t exactly your fault the listing didn’t match.” 

“I know, but I will point it out in my review of this cabin.” 

“Hmm, sounds like a plan.” 

Emma walked back to the room with the pillows and dumped them in the middle of their mock double bed.

“What’s this?” Killian asked from his seat on the bottom bunk as he rummaged in his duffle bag.

“A wall to make sure you don’t get any ideas in your sleep.” Emma crouched down and placed the pillows in a line. “What are you doing?” 

“Locating my gloves and scarf, Kristof announced a snowball fight in five.” Killian pulled out a bright red scarf and wrapped it around his neck, “wanna join us?” 

“Hmm, I might.” Emma mused and located her own bag out in the hallway, “prepare to be throttled with snow, Jones.” 

“Shiver me timbers you have me all scared now, Swan.” Killian laughed as he walked past her and nudged her with his shoulder, “Perhaps you should join the winning team.” 

“Oh I plan to.” Emma knew their friends were competitive and usually ended up in a battle between the men and woman. “But I’m sticking with my girls. You won’t even know what hit you.” 

Killian laughed as he called out to his brother about the snowball fight. 

The afternoon was glorious with the forest as a backdrop of snowcovered mountains, the pine trees covered in a thick layer of snow. They paired up in two teams, women vs men. 

To Emma’s delight she managed to haul several bull’s eye hits at Killian.

Hours later, after they consumed the reheated lasagna dinner Mary Margaret had prepared before they drove up into the mountains,everyone gathered around the large indoor fireplace with mugs of hot cocoa, a few spiked with rum. 

There was a nice buzz rolling inside Emma as she watched her friends laugh and joke about the day’s snowball fight. She glanced over at Killian and realized he’d been watching her intently for some time now, his gaze never wavering when he locked eyes with her. Damn his confidence! Emma sipped her coca and closed her eyes, she didn’t to look at him to know that she might be falling for the charm he’d put on all day long. Perhaps even longer.

When her mug was empty she rose to her feet and went into the kitchen to rinse off the mug. She vaguely noticed someone else joining her and when she turned around she saw Killian at the door, his mug held in his hand.

“I’ll be going to bed, give me ten minutes before you come inside?” Emma asked 

“Aye, I’ll do that, love.” He lifted his mug in a salute and walked into the kitchen and Emma slipped out to find her sleep wear and toothbrush. Their room had no ensuite bathroom so they had to use the small one out in the hallway. 

She tried not to focus on the fact that Killian would join her soon. 

*****

Killian spent several minutes rinsing off the mug, his mind whirling with thoughts of how the night could end up. He might claim he was a gentleman but his body had clearly not gotten the same memo. His blood rushed  at the thought of spending the night right next to Emma. The woman was feisty and had a bite that could match her namesake, but damn if he wasn’t intrigued by the blond, adoptive sister of David’s, his brother’s colleague, and his friend. He knew he had to behave. He recalled the strange prolonged looks they’d shared today. Every time it was heated and he swore he’d seem something akin longing in her green eyes, but he wasn’t about to risk losing friends over this infatuation.

“Killian?” David’s voice sounded from the door. Killian placed the mug in the dishwasher and turned to the man he respected and whom he didn’t want to piss off if he ended up hurting Emma. 

“Aye?” 

“I just want to remind you that you’ll have a whole lot to answer for if you hurt my sister.” David gave Killian what could only be described as a fierce cop look, stern and with a promise of hardship should he not follow orders. 

Killian slumped against the countertop and rubbed his face, “aye I know, mate, I won’t muck it up between me and Emma.” 

“You better not, I like you, but my sister comes first.” David crossed his arms over his chest.

“Listen, mate, I know your sister is important and I won’t be doing anything that she wouldn’t agree to.” Killian walked over and clasped the other man’s arm, “Your sister will not be deprived of her virtue.” 

“Killian, I swear, if you…” 

“David!” Mary Maragret’s voice interrupted David’s words. “Please be nice, don’t pull the big brother card on the poor man, it’s not their fault they have to sleep next to one another.” 

Killian smirked and tipped his head to the couple, “I bid you both a good night.” He walked out to the rest of their group, “Goodnight to the house, see ya all in the morning.” 

“Do not poke the Swan; she might bite off your bits if you’re not careful.” Liam called out with a laugh. 

Elsa slapped her husband's shoulder, “be nice to your brother.” 

Kristof chuckled, “better watch your mouth Liam or you won’t have any fun tonight.” He reached over and grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her closer and kissed her temple, “how about we do as the wolf girl and her hunter did, find our bedchambers and have some bit of wintery fun between the sheets.” 

Anna went beat red, her cheeks flamed in anger and something that looked like desire.They hurried out of the living room, hand in hand and two remaining couples chuckled and Killian shook his head. 

“Good night.” Killian said and walked down towards the kiddie room. He knocked, “are ya decent, Swan?” 

“Yeah, you can come in.” Emma called out. 

Killian walked inside and gave Emma a tight smile. She lay nestled up against the wall, and the covers pulled up around her shoulders, hiding whatever she wore to bed. 

He quickly found his toothbrush and realized he had no form of sleepwear with him, “Bloody hell!” 

“What?” 

“I… eh… ya mind if I sleep topless.” He looked over his shoulder at her and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. 

Her eyes gleamed in the faint light coming from the small beside lamp by the bunkbed, her hair sprawled out around her head in a halo of golden locks. 

“Eh, why… you didn’t bring pajamas or something?” 

“Must have slipped my mind .” Killian pushed his hands through his hairs, “sorry, I would sleep in my clothes if you…” 

“Don’t… it would be far too uncomfortable for you, I don’t mind.” Emma shifted around and lay on her side, one arm resting on top of the covers, showing off a bare shoulder. Only a thin spaghetti strap showed that she wore anything to bed. 

Killian closed his eyes not wishing to picture what exactly she wore. “I’ll just…” He cleared his throat and lifted his toothbrush up, “you know…” 

“Brush your teeth?” Emma smirked. 

“Aye.” Killian rushed out of the room and took a few calming breaths before he quickly finished his nightly routine.

Before entering the room again he took a few moments to compose himself, the woman laying behind the door had begun haunting his dream alarmingly fast . Not in the horror kind of way, but more in the way of waking up each morning with desire coursing through his veins, most often ending with him having to relieve the pressure in the bath each morning. 

He slowly opened the door and asked, “okay if I come in?” 

“Yup, I’m still decent.” Emma called back. 

Killian walked inside and dumped his toiletries in his bag and glanced over at Emma. Her green eyes followed his every move with a glint of curiosity sparkling in their depths. He had no idea what that meant, but he rubbed behind his ear, clearing his throat. “Do you mind?” He grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting his eyebrows hoping she would get the hint. 

“Don’t mind if you do.” Emma smiled and tugged her hand under her cheek, her eyes still focused on him. 

Killian groaned, “bloody hell, you’re not making it easy for me to be a gentleman here, love.” 

“Hmm, go on.” She motioned with her free hand for him to continue. 

Killian rubbed the material of his shirt between his thumb and forefinger contemplating his options. She didn’t seem to mind and to be honest neither did he. 

“Suit yourself.” He lifted the gray henley over his head and tugged down his undershirt that had lifted up, showing off his stomach. When he looked back at Emma her eyes looked a little dazed.

“Emma?” 

“Uh?” She blinked and tore her gaze upwards focusing on his face.

“Close your eyes.” He reached for the button of his jeans, giving her a pointed look, it wasn’t as if this wasn’t a fantasy of his, but they still hadn’t crossed the line where it was okay to let his desire show on full display so to speak. He shifted his stance hoping she couldn’t see the bulge in his jeans, he hoped the shadows from the dimmed night light were able to hide just how turned on he was right now. 

Emma pouted, “why?” 

“I’m trying to be a gentleman.” He lifted one eyebrow

“Alright, alright, I’ll close my eyes.” She flipped to her back and covered her eyes with both hands.

“No peeking.” He muttered as he quickly pushed his jeans down his legs and dropped them on top of his duffel bag. Turning back to the bed he caught her peaking between two fingers, she giggled and closed the gap. “Bloody hell, woman.” 

Killian quickly dropped down to the mattress and crawled under the covers, now more than happy for the pillow wall she’d built earlier. Even if it did take up a bit of the already narrow bed, it would hide his arousal. 

He flopped down the pillow between their heads and pulled her hand away, “Safe to look now.” 

Emma turned on her side, looking at him over the pillow, “Sleep tight.” 

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite.” Killian added with a grin. 

Emma grimaced, “sure hope there are none of those.” 

Killian laughed, “I’m sure there isn’t any, this seems like a nice and clean cabin.” 

“They just need to update their listing.” Emma mumbled. 

“This isn’t so bad, is it.” He turned to his back and looked up, the bunkbed towering over them to his left, and the wall closing in on them to Emma’s right. 

“Nah I guess it’s alright, certainly not my first time sleeping on the floor.” Emma mumbled then cleared her throat. 

When Killian looked over at her and she rubbed her eyes as if trying to forget some past traumas. “Aye, I know.” He rolled over and rubbed her shoulder. 

“I still remember the first night I came to the Nolans, they had this princess bed all made ready for me to sleep, only me, not sharing with one or two other random kids.” She inhaled deeply. 

“They got a new princess in the family.” Killian smiled. 

“Once they finally adopted me I was certain of my place and asked for the frilly pink lace to be removed, not exactly the princess type.” Emma rolled over to face him as she grimaced. 

“Could have fooled me.” He tucked  her golden hair behind her ear, the strands feeling soft and silky between his fingers. 

She inhaled sharply and her eyes blew wide, her pink tongue licked her lower lip, “What are you doing?” 

“Not exactly sure.” He pulled back and scratched behind his ear, “Couldn’t ask for a better bed partner than you.” 

Her face heated in a deep blush, “What if I snore?” 

“I’m sure you don’t, you’re a princess.” 

“And you’re the gentleman who will stay on his side of the bed?” She lifted her eyebrows. 

"Aye, always.” He crossed his heart. 

Emma yawned and stretched her arms over her head, making the covers slip down her torso, revealing the dark blue satin top she was wearing. Killian rolled to his back and closed his eyes, bloody hell, that was going to be hard to erase from his mind. 

“We better go to sleep.” 

“Aye.” Killian swallowed, “sweet dreams, princess.” 

“You too.” 

Killian shifted around and faced the bunkbed, closed his eyes and tried to ignore the soft breathing coming from the woman behind him. 

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Her face was pressed against something solid and warm, not at all fluffy like a pillow, Emma furrowed her brows. She blinked a few times trying to focus on her surroundings, the faint warm glow of the bedside lamp they’d kept lit gave her a somewhat good idea where she was. 

A warm arm was wrapped around her middle, fingers splayed over her hipbone, with a small gasp she realized she’d somehow demolished her own well built pillow wall and moved closer to the man beside her in the night. Killian. 

“Killian!” Emma whispered, trying to grasp why this felt so damn natural being here in his arms, the man was a walking flirt. But damn if she hadn’t imagined this scenario far too many times that she’d care to admit. 

Her own hand was curled up right over his heart, the dull thump of it echoing into her own. She slowly spread out her fingers, only now realizing that the man beside her was wearing nothing but underware. The chest hair tickled her fingers. Sure she’d seen him without a shirt on their last trip to the beach, but being so close, damn did it feel good.

Suddenly his warm hand wrapped around her hand, holding her close to his heart, “Emma?” 

“Yeah?” Emma didn’t dare look up at him, not yet. 

“That wall of yours wasn’t very effective.” She didn’t have to look at him to know that he was very amused. 

“Nope.” The warmth of his hand made it impossible for her to string more words together, still trying to come to terms with how at ease he seemed to be at this unexpected development.

“What do you suppose that could mean?” His fingers rubbed over the soft skin between her thumb and pointer finger. 

“I… I don’t… know.” Emma closed her eyes as his fingers smoothed over her hand, before they slipped between her fingers and pressed their hands closer to his torso. 

“Before you freak out and make a run for it may I say something?” Killian inhaled deeply as if preparing to say something important. 

Emma nodded, not sure if she was ready to hear what he wanted to say. 

“I don’t mind that the wall is down.” 

“Oh?” 

“I’ve been trying to knock that wall of yours down for months now.” 

“I only built it last…” Emma stopped speaking when she realized what he actually meant. “Oh… really?” 

“When I moved here from England and got to be a part of this group I was instantly pulled towards the beautiful blond swan.” 

“You always throw punchlines left and right, and flirt with any woman walking by.” Emma knew her voice was bitter but apparently this early morning was a place to reveal stuff. 

“I wanted to get your attention, love, I… didn’t you know? It’s always been you.” 

Emma held her breath, her hand twisted around in his and she linked their fingers together and gave a light squeeze. “It confused me I guess, I had no idea…” 

“I realize I was an arse and to be honest it was my brother that smacked some sense into my head not long before this trip.” 

“Oh?” 

“Aye, I contemplated opting out of this trip.” 

“No!” Emma lifted her head and searched his face, the dim light had his skin glow, his brow war furrowed and eyes crinkled in worry. 

“Aye, I couldn’t bear to be this close to you and know that you hated my sorry arse.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Emma rose above him and freed her other arm to cup his face. 

“Guess we were both fools, eh?” 

“Hmm, I’m not the best at this either, I’ve had my heart broken a few too many times.” 

“Aye, Liam said as much…” 

“Seriously?” 

“Don’t worry, he didn’t give me details, those are stories you can tell me when you’re ready.” 

“Hmm.” 

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.” He clasped around her wrist and turned his head to give her palm a small kiss, “can we perhaps start over.” 

“How?” 

“Go on a date with me?” 

Emma’s heart beat a crazy rhythm in her chest, making it impossible for her to string words together. So she did what she did best, show her feelings with action. Leaning closer she started with a small kiss on his cheek, then slowly dragged her lips to meet his. God she’d dreamed of doing this for so long. 

Killian groaned when their lips touched for the first time, his fingers clenching around hers, still resting above his heart. He moved his other hand to cup her face and as she deepened the kiss he wove his fingers through her hair, keeping her close. 

Gasping for breath Emma finally pulled away, “hi.” She grinned down at him and it was a rare change to see the selfassured man reduced to a man looking dazed and out of sorts. 

“I might have died?” 

“I’m fairly sure you didn’t die.” Emma shifted above him and pressed her thigh against the bulge she could feel between his legs. “This proves it.” She toyed with the hair behind his ear as she moved her leg over his arousal. 

“Bloodiest of hells, you’re not playing nice now.” 

“Still want to be a gentleman?” Emma lifted an eyebrow, somewhat surprised at her own bold words, but who was she kidding, she’d been dreaming about this for ages too. 

“Oh to hell with it.” Killian pushed forward and Emma tumbled back on her own side of their makeshift bed, the pillows tangling in her legs. She kicked them away and reached for the man who’d ignited something new inside her. This time they didn’t just stop at kissing, soon the little clothes between them were discarded and Emma saw stars with the insufferably charming man who had managed to knock down her well built walls. 

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Killian woke up hours later with the largest grin, Emma was wrapped in his arms, her head resting on his now bare chest. Despite the slight chill in the room, they’d kept warm for the better part of an hour in the very early hours of the morning. 

He slipped his hand down her spine, still sans her camisole, but she’d put on her knickers. His fingers skimmed over the edge of the lace trimmed underwear. 

“Hmm.” Emma mumbled into his chest, “what time is it?” 

“The sun is up.” Killian looked up towards the narrow window above the dresser, the sunlight streamed through the gap at the bottom, but the sun beams didn’t reach their little nest on the floor. 

“Ugh, not ready to face everyone.” 

“Why?” 

“You know we have friends who can spot change a mile away.” Emma grimaced. 

“So?” 

Emma looked down at him, she’d risen above him, partly laying on his torso. “Are you okay with everyone knowing about this…” She pointed between them.

Killian lifted an eyebrow. “Why is that so bad?” He knew his brother knew of his fascination with Emma, but he suspected a few of the others did too. 

“I don’t know.” Emma pushed her hair away from her face, she shifted slowly to sit astride his chest. 

Killian forced his eyes to stay focused on her face, “I’m sure no one will object.” He shrugged and his gaze dropped to her breasts, nipples reacting to the chill. Licking his lips he cleared his throat and focused on her face again.

Emma smirked, “see something you like?” 

“Aye, something I very much like.” He pushed himself upwards and Emma dropped down to sit on his lap and he wrapped his arm around her waist keeping her close, “not letting you go that easily, love.” He nuzzled into her neck, nipping at the skin behind her ear. “It’s still far too early for anyone to be up.” I hope.

“Hmm.” Emma hummed and tilted her head to give him better access. Her fingers curled into his hair, holding him close. 

Killian smoothed his hand over her naked back, before cupping her arse with both hands, tugging her closer to his arousal. 

“Hmm someone is ready for a morning round.” Emma hummed and pulled him in for another kiss. 

He groaned as he tried to keep to a slow pace, but his body had a different agenda, he shifted beneath her, her heat seeping through the thin material of her knickers. 

The door slammed open “Yoohoo, time for some breakfast peeps… oh shit sorry…” Ruby’s voice screeched to a stop, then she started laughing before calling out, “the kiddies have been doing the naughty naughty.” 

“Bloody hell.” Killian grabbed for the covers and threw it over Emma’s shoulder. 

Emma twisted around to glare at her friend, who only doubled over in obvious delight when she was joined by Mary Margaret and Anna. “Seriously?!” 

“What have the two of you been up to?” Ruby waggled her finger between them.

“I think you’re absolutely right that they’ve been doing some horizontal tango, look under the bed.” Anna’s excited voice piped up.

“Is that a condom?” Mary Margaret gasped. 

Emma groaned, and hid her face on Killian’s shoulder. He glared at the three women at the door, “aye that is a bloody condom, and I’m sure you’re all old enough to know why one uses it.” He only regretted that he hadn’t taken the time to dispose of the damn thing before falling asleep.

“And we know how to use it.” Ruby chuckled.

“As do we.” Killian grumbled, his arms wrapping around Emma’s shoulders now covered with the covers. “Now piss off so we can get dressed.” 

Anna and Ruby shared a giggle while Mary Magaret whispered for them to stop it and give them some privacy. Mary Magaret smiled sheepishly and as she closed the door she mouthed, “sorry.” 

“You do know that by the time we’re dressed and join them for breakfast they will all know that we slept together.” Emma mumbled against his shoulder.

“Is that a bad thing?” 

“I guess not.” Emma sighed and looked up at him, “but this certainly wasn’t how I planned to reveal to them all that I’ve been crushing on you for ages now.” 

“Perhaps a few of them already knew?” Killian asked..

Emma leaned in and kissed him, “but right now I don’t really care what they think.” 

“Hmm, I’m glad.” Killian loosened his hold on the covers, “I would never be able to step back once I’ve had a taste of how delicious you are.” His tongue swiped over her collarbone and Emma sighed in return, her fingers curling into his hair.

“Killian, we can't, we have to get up and join the others for breakfast.” 

“Why?” Killian pouted and looked up at her from under his eyelashes.

“Fuck it, they already know we’re doing it.” Emma surged forward and kissed him hard on the lips.

“Are you certain?” 

“Hmm.” Emma wormed her way out of his grasp, then strode over to lock the door. 

Killian took the moment to appreciate the gracefulness of her curves, so very fitting for her namesake. The woman was feisty as an angry swan, but she had the same grace and calmness oozing from her. 

She sauntered back to the bed, dropped her knickers and crawled back into bed with him. They continued to share the newfound spark between them, ignoring the fact that their friends might be waiting. 

It took another hour before they were both ready to face the music. Everyone was delighted that the trip had helped debunk the idea that Emma and Killian didn’t like each other. In the end Mary Margaret did make a note in her review of the cabin that the listing had been off, but no one else complained. Least of all Emma and Killian.