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“And I just… Mom, I think -- I don’t know. About Killian.”

The words fell out before she could really process them. It really was late. Ingrid stopped folding another shirt, letting it rest under her hands on her knees. “What about Killian? I thought you liked spending time with him.” Then she got that “Mom Look” on her face, the one that could read way too much into a situation. “You were putting off packing by spending time with him, weren’t you?”

Emma scowled. “Not like that, Mom, God. He was at work. We’ve only been out on two dates.”

“I’m not judging you, dear, I just--”

“Mom! God!”

She held up her hands in surrender. “Alright, Emma, go on with what’s wrong with Killian.”

Emma sighed again, this time more from frustration. “Nothing’s wrong, just. I think I upset him earlier when he found out I didn’t ask him to help me move. Well, no, I know I upset him, because we talked about it, because apparently I can have those conversations where you actually talk about what’s bothering you, but it just… I don’t know how to make him understand that I feel like I’m taking advantage of him. Or like I’m taking advantage of his feelings?”

Ingrid didn’t say anything for a long moment, then Emma saw her shoulders droop. “Emma, sweetheart, Killian’s a grown man. And if he’s anything like every other man on the planet, he doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to -- even if it happens to involve helping a pretty girl,” she added with a wink, making Emma blush. "Though I'm sure the pretty girl has something to do with it."

"Well, yeah, that's what I'm worried about---

"Emma," Ingrid held up a hand, "what I'm trying to say is that if Killian really didn't want to help you tomorrow -- today -- then he wouldn't have brought it up. Even if he's thinking with parts of his body that aren't his brain --" "Mom!" "--or allowing that to be manipulated by you, he wouldn't offer if he wasn't going to get exactly what he wanted out of it. Which is what, in this case?"

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But her hair curled just fine and she didn’t forget how to do the perfect smokey eyeshadow look, and the form-fitting red dress she’d bought on sale last year still fit great, so she felt about as ready as she could possibly be for a public seduction of her boyfriend.

The bar wasn't really busy, which was both a blessing and a curse for Emma's plan. Part of her hoped things would pick up over the next hour or so, and part of her thought if it stayed pretty dead then it might mean less glaring or thinly veiled accusations from Liam, but then she caught sight of Killian staring at her in a sort of stunned disbelief and decided it didn't really matter anyway.

Everything would happen according to plan and she'd happily tell Liam to go fuck himself if he said anything about it.

"Go get 'im tiger," Ruby hissed in her ear and then she and Mary Margaret went to claim a table for them.

Emma's back straightened and walked in a confident way that made her hips sway; Killian's mouth fell open a little and his eyes were practically glued to her sky-high heels. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and she leaned over the bar a little, the low cut of her dress giving him an eyeful. "Hey," she said. "I heard this was a pretty good place to get a drink in town."

"Emma, you are trying to kill me," Killian muttered, absolutely staring down her dress.

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Killian. Emma swore again, knowing there was no way he wasn’t out there if he’d known about this storm. He’d probably texted her to let her know. She hoped he’d texted her, anyway. “David, Graham, this is Emma at the station,” she tried again, wondering where the hell everyone was. She fumbled for the key for the lock on her desk. “Dammit, guys, where the hell are you?” She snapped, snarling when the key slipped out of her hands and pinged on the tile. -Emma? Emma, repeat, Emma can you hear me?- David. The radio crackled around his words, the storm interfering with the long-range walkies, but it was David and he sounded okay. Emma flinched at another crash of thunder overhead. “David, Jesus Christ are you guys alright?” More static from the radio, then David’s broken words came through: --shelter--town, destroyed the--Mary--not sure-- “David, I can’t hear you,” Emma said, a sick feeling welling up in her stomach “David, what happened? Is Mary Margaret okay?” Static was her response and only a very small sense of self-preservation held her back from throwing the damn radio across the room in frustration. Instead, she got down on her knees and started fumbling for the key to her desk. “Graham, can you hear me?” she practically yelled into the radio. “Graham, God dammit don’t tell me you started breaking protocol now, of all times. Graham!” Her fingers found the key and she stood up on her knees. Emma winced as she heard glass shatter down the hall -- the tree out front probably fell over, old as it was, and the front doors were probably gone. The rain sounded louder now, and another sound Emma couldn’t quite pick out, a steady thrumming. As she turned the key in the lock and retrieved her phone, she realized what the thrumming sounded like. A freight train barreling down the tracks.

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“I know I promised you no more night chasing,” Killian murmured against her shoulder. “I know and I won’t, but my gut is just telling me…”

Emma bit back a sigh. She loved him, but his gut was going to be the death of her. It was an argument they’d had several times over the years, the risks he took for his passions; she loved him and she loved his passion, but she worried over how often he put himself into dangerous situations. And he would argue that she did the same -- a police officer took just as many risks as a meteorologist working on a doctorate that depended on data collected from natural disasters -- but Storybrooke, Oklahoma wasn’t Los Angeles or Chicago.

She understood his point. They both could have bad days at work that could end horribly. She knew that. But she worried anyway.

Just like she knew he worried about her every day. Just because Storybrooke wasn’t Chicago or L.A. didn’t mean that she was completely safe.

At least Emma only had to worry about one bad weather forecast.

She decided to switch tactics. “Come to bed, Killian,” she said, turning her face to bury her nose in his messy hair. He still smelled like his shampoo, something that reminded her of the beach and the ocean underlined with his own masculine scent. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she added, her tone a teasing song.

He chuckled against her, shifting his head slightly to nuzzle her. “Give me a bit more time here, love, aye?” This time a small sigh did escape her. She knew this game, knew how ‘just one more hour’ would turn into three, would turn into another lonely night in their bed without him while he paced and tugged on his hair and fretted, but she nodded.

“Alright. Don’t stay up too late,” she told him, knowing he wouldn’t listen even as she kissed the top of his head.

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