Complete The Incomplete | CS AU

29. Unpredicted

If you've watched my IG story, you know I didn't even re-read all this bc it's midnight and I'm tired hehe so yeah enjoy messy writing plus lots of typos!!!

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 "We should-"

They had tried to stop the kiss some minutes ago - how many? she doesn't know. She lost track of time really easily with him holding her like that.
They had gotten up, she tried to help him a little bit from his position on the table, but before they had managed to open the door, she offered him a quick peck on his lips that got him pinning her against the wall, his Santa hat falling on the floor because she needed to brush her fingers through his hair.

She doesn't remember watching on movies, or just seeing anyone, even with Neal, spending what feels like an hour just kissing and caressing each others' faces and it not becoming more. Sure her lips are numb and breathing deeply seems like the only option now but she just doesn't want to stop.

"We really should get back." his voice is rough, and it reminds her of the only morning she woke up next to him, the words 'Liam texted me. The flight is this Friday night' coming out of his mouth.

"Yeah." 

The memory takes her a little aback, but she takes a deep breath and watches him as he opens the door.

Sometimes it's hard to think it's the same Killian in front of her - and not just because he's wearing a Santa suit. He's changed. Both physically and inside. He's better, even more handsome, and his personality isn't as hurt, as damaged.

She wonders if she's the same.

Well, apart from becoming a whale after the pregnancy, she's become that closed up person. Many people had described her as "cold" along these 5 years. Some that could see a bit more further had called her "fake". Because that was exactly what she was in these 5 years: not herself.

After Killian had left, she wanted to look tougher, stronger, so that people wouldn't dare to hurt her, buying leather jackets, leaving the glasses and getting some contact lenses...
 When he came back... he slowly melted that barrier.

Then what was she now? The same? Herself? Not what he remembered?

"You have a little - ohhhh" she blurted out laughing when she saw his face all stained with the red of the ink on her nose.

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"Where have you guys been?!"

Mary Margaret sees them before they see her.

"We were walking around the school, just remembering old times-"

"Well, I'm glad you're here now, I was starting to panic. You guys are next. Just read the script-"

"A script? Seriously?" Emma blurts out before she can contain herself but Mary Margaret is too busy to answer her.

"-and go immediately to the stage. Once the music ends, it's you guys."

Killian watches her walk away, with the papers on his hand and he only looks down to read them when Emma laughs.

"You're so screwed."

He follows her gaze to the page and reads and- bloody hell.

"Santa is sitting on his throne as each kid tells him what they want for Christmas?!!! There's another Santa?"