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"So, Killian, you a big hockey fan?" Emma inquired about the man sitting next to her at the bar. The game had ended (Nothing too exciting had happened in the rest of the match) and the sports bar had mostly cleared out of the patrons who came to watch the game, so it was fairly quiet. Throughout the rest of the game at the bar, it had been apparent that while in physical attendance of the game, Killian had followed his brother's lead on when to cheer and when to boo. Separated from that influence, he seemed like a fish out of water.

He sniggered before responding, "It's bad form to poke fun, Swan."

She put on a mock serious face before being unable to avoid a laugh escaping her lips. "Sorry."

"Alright, lass. Same question, then. It's clear you know more about this sport than I."

She took a swig of her rum to end the rest of her giggles. "I grew up all over Boston and Minnesota. Hockey is basically a religion there so it was impossible not to learn the basics. This was the first professional game I've ever been to, though. So, you're not a hockey expert. Do you prefer a different sport?"

"Aye. I love sailing."

That piqued Emma's interest. She could tell how passionate Killian was about sailing with the way he smiled and how his eyes lit up. Wanting to keep him talking about this passion, she asked, "What do you like about it?"

Killian took a minute to formulate a proper response when something at the bar behind Emma caught his attention. His eyes grew to the size of saucers, which made them even bluer, something which Emma would have believed impossible. While distracted by staring at the impossible color of his eyes, Emma didn't notice the shock on his face until he exclaimed, "Bloody hell."

Emma turned around curiously. "What?"

And then she saw "what". It was her face. And Killian's. And Walsh's. On ESPN. "Oh my god." She muttered, too shocked to form a complete sentence. ESPN was currently showing the fight in all its glory. She saw her eyes blown-wide and her panicked face as the Kiss Cam zeroed in on her. She saw herself poke Walsh's shoulder and him brush her off, and then she saw Killian tap her shoulder. She saw the kiss. The kiss that had destroyed her. The kiss that she'd been thinking about repeating ever since it happened. Seeing it playing out on television, she saw that the length and the intensity was really not appropriate for a public sporting event. It had felt so quick in the moment, Killian's lips leaving hers far too soon. She grimaced as they pulled away and Walsh shouted something at Killian and then punched him. She saw herself punch Walsh and finally security came and escorted them out. It cut back to the commenters who were having a good laugh at the tape.

The remaining patrons at the bar noticed their reaction to the clips, and immediately recognized Emma and Killian as the same couple. "Let's go, love." Killian declared, but before Emma could even get her coat back on, she noticed the flash of several camera phones.

"Seriously?" She exclaimed in exasperation. Now even more photos of her were going to be on ESPN and god knows where else.

They unceremoniously left the bar and walked into the street. They didn't say anything until they were block away, when they both broke out into laughter. "That might have been the most surreal experience of my life. Strangers actually wanted a picture of us! And we're on ESPN!"

After catching his breath, Killian replied, "Wow. That was certainly... something."

"Yeah, definitely something." Emma found herself falling into step next to Killian as they walked down the street. "Where were we?"

"I honestly don't recall, love." He admitted. "How about you tell me how you ended up with that wanker tonight?"

Emma laughed in exasperation, because now that it was over, she actually could laugh about it. "He sold me some furniture and asked me out. I initially said no, but my friends pushed me into it."

He nodded his head. "Over zealous friends. I get that."

"You, too?" She inquired.

"Oh yeah. They mean well, though." He paused. "At least I think they do."

She laughed. "Oh mine don't mean well, that's for sure." As she walked along, her phone fell from her pocket and she bent down to pick it up, and in doing so she noticed the time. "Oh my god, I should have been home half an hour ago!"

Emma didn't miss the look of disappointment on Killian's face. "May I walk you home?"

She knew that she should say no. She'd known Killian for only a few hours, and already it was dangerously close to being just too much. The past few hours were the most fun she'd had away from Henry in a long time. Killian was sweet and funny and cute and nice. She could see it very quickly turning into something. And Emma Swan most certainly did not do somethings. She was strictly a get-in-get-out girl, even before Henry. And even more so after Henry. She had him to think about now. Killian was waiting patiently for an answer, so Emma confessed, "I don't know."

Killian nodded his understanding. "Whatever you are comfortable with, love."

Emma didn't understand the look on his face. It was... sincere? Compassionate? She wasn't quite sure what it was. She'd never seen a man look at her that way. "It's not that I don't want to spend more time with you. It's my son. I don't make a habit of introducing him to guys I just met."

Killian's brows went up in surprise, but that gave way soon to comprehension. "Ah. I understand. How about this, then. Will you go out with me again? A proper date?"

His blues eyes looked into her green ones, full of hope that she might say yes, but also fear that she'd say no.

Words had never been Emma Swan's strength. She always preferred to let her actions speak for themselves. So, she simply smiled and took a step closer to him. He seemed to catch up immediately and met her in the middle. Their lips met in a kiss that was much more sweet than the one in the arena. Emma still felt the kiss all the way to her toes and it was still passionate, but this one felt real. The kiss in the arena started as show, but ended up being something very real. This one started real. It was a promise that yes, she would go out with him again.