This is just some random fluffy, placed somewhere in their future, that comes a little bit from nowhere.

Also, this is my first attempt at writing in English (I'm French) so please, don't hesitate to tell me if you see any mistake!

I hope it's not that bad, and you'll like it anyway :) Plus, a huge thanks to my mate Hook972 who helped me with it!

They are stuck in Emma's car, waiting for a new villain to show up. She didn't want him to come at first – she didn't want to be distracted, nor she wanted to put him in some unknown danger – but he insisted and now here they are, alone in the dark.

"So… this is what you used to do for a living?" Killian asks after a while spent in silence.

She turns her head towards him for a few seconds, and when she does that, the only thing she can see is the smile upon his face, and the genuine curiosity in his too-blue eyes. It makes her smile, too, despite the ache in her stomach she'd like to ignore.

It's a simple question, and really it shouldn't bother her to answer it, because it's been a while, because everything has changed in a better way now – she has friends, a family, a home, him – but it still hurts sometimes, remembering her past.

"Yeah," she replies eventually, her mind full of memories of a life that isn't hers anymore. "This is what I used to do."

A pause follows this statement, during which Killian seems to try to imagine what her life should have been like before… before Henry brought her to Storybrooke. He already knows a lot about her – he knows what she looks like first hour in the morning, he knows how to read into every single expression on her face, he knows what she likes and what she doesn't, he knows about her walls and how to bring them down… But this is not enough.

It never will be. He wants to know more.

He wants to know everything there is to know about her, the good as well as the bad.

That's why he asked her to accompany her on this mission earlier. Because he would be able to see what he pictured so many times in his head – and God knows how difficult it can be when you come from a very different realm from this one to understand what a "bail bond agent", as she told him she was, is and do.

Now he knows. And how boring it is, for a man like him who used to spend his life outside on a ship, the wind on his hair, to stay in a tiny car without doing anything else than… waiting, only bloody waiting until someone decides to finally make a move.

Thankfully, he has Emma by his side, and the only thought of it makes things easier.

(His heart tightens in his chest while realising something. Back then, she had no one with her.

But he, and an entire town fond of her, are here now. And this is what matters – well, he hopes so.)

"Did you like it?"

"What?" she asks, brought back from her memories – she hadn't even noticed she had let her mind go that far into them – by the concerned tone of his voice.

"Your job, love," he answers quietly. "Did you like it?"

She thinks about it for a little while, before an affectionate smile appears on her face.

"Well, I can't say I loved it," she starts her explanation. "Nor I can say I hated it. But…"

She pauses, her smile widening, as she finds her boyfriend's hand and takes it in hers, entwining their fingers together. Killian raises an eyebrow, wanting her to go on with her speech.

Which she eventually does.

"But doing it with you tonight… It's pretty cool, I must admit. Less boring stakeout of my life."

The only reply he gives her is a kiss on her mouth, a soft, gentle press of the lips, before resting his forehead on hers.

"I'm glad you let me come, Emma," he whispers.

She kisses him back, because she's glad too. She wouldn't have done it before – it would have shown too much of her past to him for her to be able to stand – but now… now it seems so easy to open up to people, especially to open up to him.

After all, she herself has a pretty good idea of what his life as a pirate was, since he took her on his boat a huge amount of time, and showed her and her son everything there is to know about navigating and stuff like that.

So it is her turn to let him in, to show him. Because he is a part of her life now, even of her future, so he certainly has the right to know more – to know everything – about her past.

As time goes by, and they had gone back to silence for a while, Killian takes a flask of rum he always carries with him from under his jacket and starts drinking a bit of it before handing it to Emma.

"Rum?" he offers her.

"Never when I'm working," she refuses.

This reminds him of a certain lieutenant who many, many years ago would have said the same thing, because rum had have him make so many mistakes before – thankfully his brother was here to fix all of them. To offer him a second chance to be good.

(A chance he took, before leaving it away when he died. Until he found Emma, and the hope she brought to his life by accepting him in hers – you can join us and be a part of something, she had told him, words he will simply never forget.)

"Why are you smiling?"

"I just…" Killian searches how to put words on his thoughts. "It's what you said. It reminded me of when I was in the Royal Navy and I didn't want anyone to bring alcohol on our ship."

"Talking about that… You never told me how you were before, you know, being a pirate and all," Emma takes advantage of his explanation to talk about him, this time.

Because it's her turn to ask questions on his past, to want to know more.

Everything.

"Well, I was handsome, as always."

She can't help but laugh, which makes him proudly grin. But she also punches him lightly on the shoulder, and reprimands him.

"Seriously!"

He looses his smile while remembering, but tells her anyway – his father's abandonment, the harsh years of work, when he was considered as nothing but a slave, his admission into the Navy, everything. She already knew some things, but not every detail.

Now… now she is aware of his entire life. And it hurts to hear that he is as broken as she is.

No wonder why they understood each other from day one, then. No wonder why they are true loves, soulmates, or whatever.

It's a chance they have found each other, and that all this pain is gone (not yet entirely burried).

And it's exactly what he tells him, when he puts his arm on her shoulder to bring her closer to him and kisses her hair, when he sees she wants to say something but doesn't know where to start, or what to say. She doesn't have to speak.

Her presence next to him is enough. It always has been, always will be.

They stay like this for a long time – they don't even know how many minutes – or hours? – have past when they part – but not entirely. They keep their hands well-attached together.

Later, when it's late in the night – or very early in the morning – Killian starts to feel bored again, and tired, and hungry, and… well, he just wants to do something more entertaining than just keeping his eyes on a house that obviously seems to be empty.

But what can he do with nothing more than a car, and a very concentrated Emma by his side, who doesn't talk anymore?

An idea flashes in his mind at this statement. Oh, yeah, he knows what he can do.

What they can do, to be exact. Something very entertaining, indeed.

"Emma?" He calls her name to get her attention, but it doesn't work. So he gets a little bit closer, their entwined fingers now on her thight, and whispers to her hear. "Emma, love, we've been watching for hours… don't you think we deserve a little break?"

She finally turns to look at him, her wide eyes meeting her partner's, already filled with lust and desire.

"For real, Killian?" She immediately understands what he means by a break. "You want to do it… here?! Now? While we're supposed to keep an eye on this place?"

She tries to make him understand that they can't do that, she really tries, but she forgets everything about her efforts when he kisses her and she is the one who deepens it. She is bored of doing nothing too, after all, and this distraction is very well-welcomed.

"Why not? Don't you want it?" He asks, but he doesn't let go of her anyway, doesn't stop kissing her – and she definitely doesn't stop responding to his brushes of lips either.

She has to say no, though. Obviously she doesn't want to, but she has to. Because they have work to do, something important. She has to keep that in mind, not forget why they're here.

But his hands are on her, exploring her body, and she already can't think straight with his mouth on her neck and…

"I knew bringing you with me was a bad idea," she only manages to whisper under her breath, smiling. "God, Killian, you're impossible."

It's not a yes, I want it but it's close enough for Killian – he has known for a while how to read between the lines –, who doesn't wait any longer to open his door and take Emma with him on the backseat of the car in order to have more space.

"And you love me for it," is the only reply he gives her before meeting her lips again, a statement his girlfriend can only agree with.

(When Emma wakes up in the morning between Killian's arms in the silence of the morning, she doesn't know if they have failed on their mission or not, if the villain has escaped, but she doesn't care. Because there is one thing she is sure of: this stakeout with her pirate was indeed the best one of her life, and she will gladly do it all over again – heartfelt conversations followed with passionate love-making.)