Killian sat anxiously in his chair while his makeup artist made the preparations for the various makeup and brushes she would be using on him. Emma Swan was the only person who did his makeup flawlessly while at the same time, making it seem effortless. She made him the best looking Captain Hook there ever was, although it did help that she had a great canvas to work with.

"Ready for your makeup?" She asked him in a tone that was sweet and polite. He gave a nod and let out a long, shaky breath in anticipation. She picked a makeup sponge and leaned in to apply the foundation over his facial prosthetic. It never ceased to amaze him how unwavering her hands were and how she seemed to get lost in what she was doing.

During his six years of being a cast member of the television series 'The Lost Boys' he'd been through many makeup artists and was never satisfied with any of them. Emma had started off doing the makeup for Robbie, who played Peter Pan and Killian had witnessed and saw how talented she was and eventually requested Emma for himself. Now that Killian was wearing more elaborate makeup as an older version of Hook, it was crucial to have the right person for the job. Emma had made his facial prosthetic from scratch and was adamant about making every detail of his face look perfect. And it didn't hurt that he had a work of art to look at while he sat and let her work her magic.

Emma's face was a masterpiece in itself and he could spend endless hours just admiring every detail that was permanently etched into his memory. Her golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail, keeping her long locks from her face, exposing all of her exquisite features. Her long slender neck, delicate chin and high cheekbones, soft pink lips varying between parting and pursing together as she moved to different areas of his face. Creamy smooth skin and big, sparkling green eyes that he could easily get lost in (and he has many times). Long, dark lashes that brushed together when she squinted. The way her brows furrowed as she focused on her task, absentmindedly biting her bottom lip as she worked so intently.

He immediately forgot everything he had on his face as she inched in just a bit further in his space, making his breath stagger and his heart race per usual when she was this close to him. He would have thought that after months of having her work on his face every day before he went to hair and wardrobe, he would be used to this. He thought that every time he felt her breath hover over his skin while her face was only inches away, his heart would eventually stop thumping rapidly in his chest and his breathing would adapt to a more steady rhythm. However, he had no such bloody luck.

It was absolute torture having her so close to him, yet so far away.

Killian's eyes were focused on hers as she worked carefully, only pulling away to switch to another type of brush or utensil.

After a while, she powered his face before moving down to his neck. He sucked in a breath when she lifted his chin and pulled the top of his robe slightly to the side, using the powdered brush over his neck and collarbone. He could see a faint color of pink in her cheeks as her eyes stayed glued to her task and he was wishing it was her wonderful lips on his neck instead of the brush.

When she got to his eye makeup, she told him to close his eyes and he focused on his heavy breathing, trying his best to stay relaxed and unaffected by this beautiful woman.

"Okay, you can open them," she breathed out in a soft tone when she was finished and he immediately obliged. Her hand reached to his face again and she applied his eyeliner. This was always the most difficult part of the process; trying to stay steady while she marked kohl around his eyes. Trying to pretend that he was not the least bit affected by the perfume she wore or the way her breath became shaky when she almost completely closed the distance between them. Their eyes often connected even though he was supposed to stare at the ceiling and she would have to remind him to look up again.

She moved on to his cheeks, applying a subtle amount of blush before she exchanged the brush for a skinnier one and a lip moisturizer. He did his best to soften his breathing as she eyed his lips and applied the moisturizer. Just when he thought he had his breathing under control, she lashed her tongue over her lips. He squirmed in his seat, his eyes never breaking away from her mouth. He had often dreamed of kissing those beautiful lips, musing how soft and warm they would feel pressed against his. He felt the urge to lick his own lips at the thought, but then he remembered that she was still applying the lip moisturizer.

"Hold still, pirate, almost done," she teased with a small smirk. He waited until she was finished before he spoke.

"Apologies, love." He cleared his throat, trying to think of an excuse for not being able to hold still. But she beat him to it.

"Don't tell me you're nervous about being an older version of Captain Hook? Believe me, you have nothing to worry about," she assured him with a warm smile.

He felt his cheeks fill with blush as he scratched behind his ear. "Yeah, that's it. I'm afraid I don't look like the devilishly handsome pirate like I normally do," he said with a smirk.

Emma's smile never faltered, in fact he was pretty sure she was flirting with him. "Well, you know what they say, men get better with age."

He chuckled, her words doing nothing to contain the flush of red from his cheeks that thankfully he knew was hidden under all of his makeup.

Emma did some final touch ups to his face and when she was finished, she studied her work. He swallowed thickly as her eyes scanned his face and met his gaze. Whenever her eyes met his, he wondered if he had the same affect on her that she did on him. But it was most likely all in his head. He had millions of fans that loved and adored him and he worked with some amazing actresses, but none of them were Emma Swan.

She stepped back and he turned in his chair to look in the mirror, admiring himself before looking back at her. He had to admit, he loved her work, he just always hated when it ended. He looked back at her and thanked her graciously as he soaked her in one last time before he had to go. And she must have noticed the way his eyes lingered over hers from the way her features softened, becoming expressionless.

"What is it? If you don't like you're makeup, I can fix it-"

"No, it's perfect, love."

"Oh…" Her face contorted in confusion. "Then, what's wrong? I told you, there's nothing to be nervous about. The cast will love you, the fans will adore you as always when the episodes air."

"I'm not worried about them," he said in a low, raspy voice.

"Then what is it?"

"I just…" he paused and his eyes fell to her lips, his voice becoming strangled as he continued. "I really want to kiss you."

He was sure he would get smacked or scolded at, or worse that she would turn him in for harassment. Instead, she was pulling him in by his robe and smashing her lips into his. He was stunned at first, but quickly leaned into the kiss, moving his lips against hers. After all this time of dreaming about her lips, he was actually kissing her. And it was so much better than what he had imagined. All of the pent-up desire he had for this woman suddenly bursted from the surface.

A moan slipped from his throat as he felt the heat between them, their mouths parting and heads tilting to deepen the kiss. He cupped her cheeks in his hands as he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She didn't hesitate to open for him and once her tongue met his, he knew he was a goner.

His hands went around her slim waist and he pulled Emma from her stool and onto his lap, her jean-clad legs straddling him as their tongues tasted one another. Emma ran her hands over his bare chest, thin hair peeking out from his robe as she sifted her fingers through it, sighing softly and moaning. He pulled her closer, his hands roaming her back and as the kiss became more heated, he vaguely became aware that he wasn't wearing anything except for his robe.

Emma broke the kiss, both of them panting for air and she cursed under her breath.

He quickly felt regret shoot through him. Not that he regretted the kiss, but judging by the look on her face, she did.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" he stammered, still trying to catch his breath.

She shook her head, attempting to fall from her high. "Are you kidding? I've wanted to do that for so long," she admitted with a strangled, breathy laugh.

He sighed in relief. "Me too, love. Although for a second, you didn't seem so happy."

"No, the kiss was amazing… it's just that I spent a half an hour on your makeup and now I have to redo it."

"Ah, well I guess we'll just have to wait until next time," he said with a buoyant ring to his tone.

She eyed him skittishly. "Oh and you're confident that this was more than a one time thing, huh?"

A blooming smirk took over his features. "Well, I was hoping that I could buy you coffee… but if you prefer to skip to the kissing again, I won't complain."

That earned him an eye roll and a light smack on the shoulder before she finally removed herself from his lap to touch up his makeup again. "Coffee it is."