GUTTER FLOWER SECRET SANTA! - Weekend Getaway
Hi @disastergirl ! It is I, your GF SS! Sorry it took so long to get this story out, but I really wanted it to be the best it could be. It wound up not getting smutty, but I’m sure you can see some implication that a little something-something went on over the weekend. Anyway, I hope you had a great Christmas, and that next year brings you all the happiness you deserve! :)
Again, a huge thank you to @ilovemesomekillianjones for being my beta!
When Emma discovers her old friend-turned-rival is going on their alumni ski trip, she enlists Killian’s help to show her best frenemy that she’s not a complete screw up.
“Killian?” Emma nervously played with her napkin, as she waited for him to respond. Honestly, it was the worst place to ask him anything, what with the music being so loud, and the threat of Robin and David returning at any moment. But she needed to do this, needed his help. If anyone would help her out in a jam like this, it was her best friend, Killian Jones.
“Yes, love?” he asked, his attention half on her, half on the rum and coke he was drinking.
Maybe she should have waited until after he’d finished taking a drink, but the words just shot out of her mouth without a second thought. “I need you to marry me.”
The bartender shot them a dirty look when Killian started choking. Emma slapped his back a couple times, hoping she didn’t just kill her friend. “I’m sorry,” he coughed, “come again?” He waved the irritated bartender away, and started tending to the mess he’d made on the bar.
“Not…for real,” she said, realizing she should have made that part clear from the start. “But I need a cover…”
He interrupted, and she knew that he understood exactly what was going on. “Love, you’ve really got to stop this ridiculous competition with Regina.”
Well, it wasn’t a competition. Not really. Emma may have kissed Regina’s boyfriend in high school, (how was she to know Regina and Graham were secretly dating?) and inadvertently started World War III in the process. It may have ended with Regina calling her a few choice names, and wishing some pretty horrible things for her, before proceeding to ignore her for the remainder of their senior year. “Please?” she begged. “I can’t let her find out I’m a complete screw up.”
“You’re not a complete screw up,” he informed her.
Okay, maybe not, but that’s not how Regina would see it. “If she finds out I got knocked up, and dropped out of school-”
“To raise a beautiful little boy, who is the light of your life,” Killian interrupted again. He looked at her, as if waiting for her to argue that particular point. When she didn’t say a word, he continued. “So you dropped out of college. You’re a bloody deputy. I’d say you’re doing rather well for yourself.”
“She’ll have a field day anyway,” Emma mumbled. “It’s just for the weekend, Killian.” Their annual alumni ski trip was right around the corner, and this year, Regina Mills had decided to step away from her fancy life in France to make an appearance.
“Okay, love,” he agreed, “I suppose now we need to come up with a story?”