They've been filming for about a month now, and much to Emma's surprise, she's actually enjoying this job.

She has to remind herself that it's the job that she enjoys; not the pompous pretty boy she's forced to powder and primp every morning.

After their rocky first day, Emma has formed a reluctant friendship with Killian.

Less because she wants to be his friend, and more because it's a lot easier to stand an inch in front of someone's face if you don't want to murder them.

"Morning, Swan," he singsongs as he strides across the floor, smiling brightly at her before he throws himself down into her chair.

She has her back turned to him, so he can't see her rolling her eyes, but she does it anyway, more out of habit than as an actual response.

"Good morning, Killian." She turns around and takes in the sight of the man she's truly gotten to know over the past 34 days.

He's a definite night-owl, he stays up way later than any man with a schedule like his ever should.

(And she only know this because of his incessant midnight texting.)

He fancies himself a real Casanova, but she can hardly blame him for that, seeing as how the entire female population of the world seems to be waiting on standby to let him know how wanted he is.

He is arrogant,- although he'd probably tell you he's confident- but something about his personality keeps calling to her.

"So, Emma," he breaks into her thoughts as he calls her name, pulling her back to the present, "are you free this Saturday night?"

Emma sighs, tucking her hair behind her ear with a shy smile and a shake of her head. "Jones, I've told you before. I don't date actors."

Killian gives an exaggerated groan and tosses his head back in frustration. "Is it because we work together?"

Emma sighs loudly before she answers, "No."

He sits up now, eyeing her intently. "Is it because you don't find me attractive?"

She has to stifle a laugh at that one, biting her lip to keep her giggles in. "No. Trust me, it's not that."

Killian gives her a dashing smirk accompanied by a raise of his eyebrow. "Ah, so this devilishly handsome pirate has caught your eye, has he?"

Emma looks at him with a scowl, although there's still laughter in her eyes. "You do know that you aren't a real pirate, right?"

He shrugs, and leans back in the chair. "Don't try to change the subject, Swan. Why don't you want to go out with me?"

Emma groans loudly and puts a hand over her face. "It's not you, Killian. It's me."

"Fine, whatever you say." Although his answer sounds like a compromise, Emma knows that this is not the last she'll be hearing of this argument.

Emma steps up to him, still mixing the fake blood he'll need for the fight scene he's about to shoot.

She sets the blood aside grabs a wipe from her kit, sweeping it across his face to prepare it for the heavy makeup.

"You know, Swan," he peeks one eye open to catch a glimpse of her, "I happen to think that I'm an actor who's worth dating."

Emma cracks a tiny smile at that, and turns away from him. "Of course you'd say that. You'd say anything to change my mind."

Killian shrugs, closing his eyes again. "Well, not anything. I wouldn't lie."

Emma walks back over to him, this time with her makeup kit in hand. She dabs her sponge into the dark red powder and blots his cheekbone with it.

"Just so we're clear, that's exactly what a liar would say."

He laughs, and she almost doesn't mind, but the movement is throwing off her concentration.

"Killian, sit still."

He steels himself, although his smile is still quite prominent on his face. "Sorry."

Emma shakes her head and looks back to her makeup, this time opting for a yellow-ish green color. She blends it into the red, turning the spot into a sickly brown blemish. She now adds a dark purple to bring out the paleness of the skin around the mark.

She brings her face closer to his, trying to make sure that everything is properly blended.

She tries to tell herself that the proximity is necessary; how else is she going to get a better look? But deep down, she knows. She knows that he's beginning to get to her.

And she's not sure if she likes it.

Emma abruptly turns back to her supplies and picks up the fake blood. She brings it over along with a fine brush and resumes her position in front of Killian.

She swirls the brush around in the blood before bringing it up to his forehead, making what could easily pass for a small gash in his eyebrow.

"What is it about actors anyway?" Killian breaks the silence, hoping he sounds more nonchalant than curious.

Emma shakes her head and heaves a deep sigh. "I don't know. I'm sure that there are some nice ones out there, but the last time I let my guard down around an actor, it didn't end well."

"Ah, so, you dated one?" He makes an amused sound in the back of his throat. "Who was he?"

After a moment of silence, Killian opens his eyes and looks at Emma with raised eyebrows. "Or... she?"

Emma can't help the laugh that escapes her. If he weren't so annoying that might almost have been cute.

"Yes, I dated an actor. And I'm not telling you who he is."

Killian shrugs, and Emma can tell he's thinking about something.

She moves on with his makeup, bringing her brush down to the corner of his mouth.

She moves in close again, her face only inches away from his as she makes a trail of the fake blood from the corner of his mouth down to his chin.

She can't help but look at his lips, and how full they are. And god, they look so soft.

For whatever reason, she wonders what it'd be like to kiss those lips. Or to feel them as they leave a hot trail over her neck or her shoulders or her collarbone.

At some point her breathing turns shallow and when she comes back into focus, he's looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Something the matter, Swan?"

Emma can feel her cheeks burning bright red, so she quickly steps away from him and wipes her suddenly sweaty palms on a nearby towel. "Um, no. Nothing."

Killian opens his mouth to question her, but just as he's about to speak, there's an announcement overhead calling him to the set.

He sighs heavily and rises from Emma's chair. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then."

Emma nods in agreement and tries not to watch him as he walks away.

That evening, long after midnight when Killian can't sleep, he decides to text Emma, as he does every night.

He smiles to himself as he sends his message, and somehow he drifts right off to sleep.

Emma awakens in the middle of the night to the buzzing of her cell phone.

She squints her eyes to get a better look at the screen and sees that she has four texts from Killian.

Oh, great. Probably more drunken ramblings.

When she reads the messages, she nearly drops her phone to the floor.

"Swan, I know what you were thinking today."

"The next time you want to kiss me, just do it."

"I won't bite unless you ask me to."

"(;"

Is that a fucking winky-face?

In that moment there was one thought on Emma's mind.

She was going to kill Killian Jones.