Set before Emma's powers go out of control. Emma has a passionate night with Killian, then she starts to feel strange a few weeks later. The reason I would have seen her powers going out of control. CS Sorry this first Chapter is so short, this is my first Fanfic. Reviews please! Next chapter coming soon and will be much longer.
Emma opened the front door of her parents loft cautiously, peeking in to see if her mother was up with Neal. She breathed a sigh of relief as her eye fell upon her sleeping parents and the sound of soft breathing from her baby brother. She slipped into the door and closed it softly. She tiptoed towards the stairs to her room as quietly as possible and froze when a tap fell upon her shoulder.
Shit. Emma thought, turning to meet her mother's accusing eyes. Emma flashed a guilty smile.
Emma whispered, "Come on, mom, do I really have to explain coming in late when I'm this old?"
Snow sighed and then whispered back, "When there is a crazy snow queen running around? Yes."
Emma relaxed, "I'm fine… and now I'm really tired, so can I get back to bed?"
Snow shot Emma a suspicious look,"Back to bed?"
Emma stiffened and then looked back, "You know what I mean, I'm tired. Love you, night."
Snow kept her eyes on Emma then shrugged and returned the good night wishes. Emma tiptoed faster up to her room and leaned against the far wall sighing.
That was close. She thought to herself as she made her way to her bed. Emma fell with a thump, hoping it hadn't woken her father up as well. She laid there thinking about her crazy night. Killian's lips were so much softer than she remembered. Her hand rose to meet her lips as she remembered how the night unfolded, the kisses, how she somehow found herself naked, her head swimming with love, lust, and passion. She was no stranger to sex, but what they had that night was more than that. As she fell asleep, she remembered the last words he said to her as he fell asleep with her laying on his chest. I love you, Emma.
She couldn't help how her body had frozen, sheepishly looking up at a spent pirate. She couldn't help but utter those same words back, even though she wasn't sure she was ready. Her mouth sure had thought she was and she couldn't take the words back. She laid there with him as he drifted off to sleep, mumbling sweet nothings until he faded into sleep. Once he was fast asleep and rolled away, Emma had carefully gotten up, got dressed and walked back home. With the night swimming in her head, she finally fell asleep.
Emma awoke the next morning to the sound of Snow making breakfast, the smells of bacon slowly making it's way to Emma's nose. She slowly got up, changed into something comfortable, and went down to the kitchen. Snow looked up as Emma quietly made her way from the stairs to the stool in front of the sink. Snow could tell that Emma was avoiding her gaze.
"Ok, spill,"Snow said, as she looked at her daughter's guilty face. Emma looked up in surprise.
"What do you-" Emma started.
"Oh, come on, Emma, you have the guiltiest look on your face, just tell me." Snow said as Emma finally met her gaze.
Emma sighed, looking down at her hands, "I slept with Killian last night." Emma squeezed her eyes shut as Snow's eyes widened and she looked to make sure David hadn't heard.
"Emma!" Snow said in a harsh whisper, Emma flinching slightly, "Your father is going to be furious! You know how he feels about him, even if he's ok with him kissing you and taking you out on dates... This isn't going to end well."
"You have no room to talk Mary Margaret," Emma said, spouting off her mother's other name,"I think having sex with a single pirate is better than having sex with a married man. Or even a certain Dr while you yourself are married."
Snow snuck a look towards her bed again, "We don't talk about that," Snow said, visibly blushing, "Not to mention we were cursed so it's not worth mentioning." Emma smiled into her coffee. Snow looked at Emma, not amused.
"Fine," Snow said, chopping vegetables, "but I can't promise that your father won't notice the spring in Hook's step."
Emma shrugged and ate the breakfast that Snow sat before her, an omelet with bacon and toast on the side.
After breakfast Emma ducked out of the loft before he father came out of the bathroom. Emma sped to get to the stating and bury herself in work before David could notice her guilty face. When her father finally arrived, only 15 min after her, she knew her mother had told him, a scowl on his face as he sat at his desk. After a few minutes of silent working, David got up and walked over to her desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms.
"Don't you have anything to say?" David asked, his stare burning a hole in her scull. Emma looked up sheepishly to meet his gaze, then her fear when away as anger filled her.
"Are you seriously treating me like a teenager that just got caught having sex?" Emma said, standing up, "I'm a grown woman. I don't need approval from Prince Charming to have sex."
David's angry face changed to embarrassed, sighing as he sat in Emma's seat, "You're right, I know, it's just so hard to wrap my head around the fact that my baby is an adult. I mean, it feels like you were born yesterday."
"I know," Emma said, softening as she saw the hurt in his eyes, "I know you guys didn't get to see all of this, but I can take care of myself. I'm fine."
Emma looked at her father, it still felt weird thinking of Mary Margaret and David as her parents. They were the same age as her and it was strange to her that Henry was already calling them Grandma and Grandpa. She had seen the excitement in Mary Margaret's face when Emma started calling them Mom and Dad. She didn't want to tell them it was still awkward, but she was sure it would feel natural eventually.