All you have to do is call my name (1/3)
A small town in Maine that’s chock-full of Characters, and everyone’s looking for happiness and love, one way or another.
OUAT Gilmore Girls AU, Fifth Installment
Read the first story here: I Always Wanted a Real Home with Flowers on the Windowsill
Read the second story here: If You’re Out On the Road
Read the third story here: To Me That’s What You’re Worth
Read the fourth story here: Loving You the Way I Do
The Jolly Roger wasn’t yet open when Emma arrived and peeked in through the front windows. She was no lover of early mornings, but the news she wanted to share with Killian was too good to wait for normal business hours.
She could see him there, dark hair still damp from his shower, chin unshaved, moving from table to table, checking levels of salt and pepper in the shakers on each. He’d hired Jim Hawkins and Ned Land at the beginning of the summer to help, but he still insisted on doing the morning preparations himself, before the boys came in.
Emma knocked on the glass of the front door and grinned when he turned to look at her, scowling. She knew him well and could see the slight tilt of his lips and the sparkle in his eye that said he was happy to see her. It had also been well over a week since they’d been able to arrange their schedules to have more than five stolen minutes in his pantry together. She knew he’d missed her, though he probably wouldn’t say it. She had missed him as well, which was her secondary reason for choosing the early hour to bring him the news.
He crossed the diner with a slow, deliberate swagger and Emma rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming. He unlocked the door, taking his time (Emma swore she’d pick the lock herself next time- Sheriff Humbert would forgive her) and when she’d have pushed the door straight in, he caught it and held it open a bare inch.
“We’re not open yet, Swan,” he said through the crack. “Did you turn your alarm clock upside down and read the six as a nine?”
“Let me in, Kil,” Emma said, leaning on the door. It both annoyed and impressed her that, even with almost her full weight against it, he still managed to hold the door steady at that one, frustrating inch.
“What are you doing here, Emma?” He was no longer even pretending to scowl at her. He was smirking, an expression that shouldn’t have been nearly so appealing, but he managed to make sexy. He knew he was frustrating her and was enjoying the game.
Though she’d hardly admit it to him, she was enjoying it too. Circumstance had robbed her of the usual youthful pursuits of flirting and play, and she found as an adult that they were remarkably fun.
“I’m looking for advice,” she said, leaning against the door again which still didn’t budge. She glanced down and saw that his black boot was blocking it, which would explain why she couldn’t move him. “See there’s this guy-”
“Should have guessed,” Killian interrupted, crossing his arms and affecting a casual air. “Handsome bloke?”
Emma shrugged, trying and failing to repress her grin. “Depends on who you ask. I suppose he’s alright if you’re into that sort of thing.”
“‘That sort of thing’ being stunning blue eyes, movie-star faces, and god-like physiques?” Killian asked.
Emma just flapped a hand in the air as though this were nothing and he shook his head.
“If he’s not handsome, then he must be charming,” he drawled.
“Well he certainly thinks he is.”