As usual, these characters belong to Kitsis and Horowitz. Let play time begin.

Emma had been thinking about doing a movie night with Killian for a while. Not only was it a good way to spend time together, it was also a relatively safe way to introduce him to her world. One thing about movies was even if they were sometimes wild bursts of imagination they were just another way of telling a story. It hadn't taken her long to decide that perhaps he should see exactly what the stories were that she had grown up with. The ones that had turned out to be true.

Obviously she was going to make Killian watch some version of himself. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. She had toyed with the idea of watching the cartoon version of Peter Pan but her memories of the real Neverland were still too fresh to be cast aside to enjoy the rainbows and fairy dust version. Then, she remembered that there was another movie she could show him. One where the realities of her world and the fantasy of Neverland collided into one. Sure, she hadn't watched it in years but she remembered loving it when she was little.

Killian was sitting stiffly at her side watching the screen. She was trying to pay attention to the movie but kept sneaking glances at him. He wasn't even devouring the popcorn he had sitting in his lap. Sighing she pulled the bowl over to her lap and settled back into the couch. Perhaps she had misjudged what his reaction would be.

On screen Robin Williams was busy panicking about flying in an airplane. Emma smiled to herself, remembering her trip to New York with Gold when she heard Killian take a deep breath. She turned to look at him and saw that he seemed nervous. He was scratching behind his ear, a dead give away.

"Swan, is this," he swallowed and gestured at the laptop. "Is this story about me?"

"Not really, it's more about Peter Pan. That guy," she said pointing at the screen, "is Pan all grown up."

"Then why is it called Hook?" Killian asked at her confused.

"Because Captain Hook is Peter Pan's sworn enemy. Just watch the movie and you'll see why."

"At the beginning those children were pretending to be Peter Pan and Wendy," he continued, his statement sounding more like a question.

"Yep, that was a play. Something that schools force on children as a way of expanding their eager young minds," she shuddered remembering the plays she was forced to perform in.

"Is that how this world sees Pan? As a little boy who cries over his shadow?" He seemed appalled at the idea.

"I mean, there's more to him than just that, but yeah. Here Peter Pan is a boy who likes to have fun and play games. He still never wants to grow up but he doesn't steal hearts to make sure he never does."

Glancing back at the screen she decided to pause the movie. Obviously Killian had more questions and the part Emma was most eager for him to see was quickly approaching. She just hoped they wouldn't spend half the night discussing fairy tales, her parents would only be gone for so long.

"Then how, pray tell, is my counterpart seen?"

"Well Pan is a hero in our stories, so Captain Hook…"

"Is a villain," Killian's voice dropped in disappointment.

"Yeah, he is," Emma turned her body toward him and grabbed his hand. "But you and I both know that the stories I grew up with are not quite what they seemed to be."

Killian looked at her with a sad smile. She definitely hadn't been anticipating this reaction to the movie. He had known that Captain Hook was a villain, she vaguely remembered mentioning it in Neverland. There was something else bothering him. As she debated with herself about watching another movie she felt Killian relax.

"Well, Love, let's see just how villainous your stories make me out to be. If I remember correctly you didn't seem too impressed," he said as he sat back on the couch pulling his hand out of her grasp only to grab the popcorn back from her.

"You're okay with watching it? I can put something else on."

"Let's just say I'm intrigued to discover how your stories compare with the dashing rapscallion before you," Killian grinned cheekily, biting his lip.

Shaking her head Emma started the movie. They hadn't really missed much but she rewound it a few minutes just to give Killian time to ask more questions if needed. She settled back and tried to relax as the movie played. It was only a few minutes away from Captain Hook's big reveal and she couldn't wait to see his reaction.

"How is it that Tinkerbell can travel to different worlds?"

"She's a fairy."

"Obviously, and I still don't see how clapping can bring a fairy back to life."

"It's part of the story, Killian. We're still trying to get to Mars, travelling between magical realms is way beyond our reach. The clapping thing is just a way to get kids to believe in magic for a little longer."

"Wait, what is that?"

"It's a clock."

"I see that. Why is it in the mouth of that giant crocodile?"

"Because that's the crocodile Pan fed Hook's hand to."

"You mean to tell me that Pan cut off my hand? Not the Dark One?"

"Yes, Rumplestiltskin is in a different story. All our stories are single tales, unlike the Enchanted Forest where apparently everyone is related."

"Is that supposed to be my hook? That thing looks like it would snap in half the second I tried to use it!"

"Maybe it's made from some super strong Neverland metal?"

"I highly doubt Smee has ever had a woman be so enamoured with him. Although, the loyalty shown by these men is encouraging."

"I'm glad to know you take issue with the important things."

"Why would putting on my hook cause sparks?"

"Shh, just watch."

Emma tried to be subtle as she turned towards Killian to watch his reaction. On screen Smee was hyping up Captain Hook's arrival. Killian was leaning forward slightly, his left arm resting on his knee, hook twitching in time with the chanting pirates. Hiding her grin the best she could she watched as Captain Hook made his grand entrance.

"Swan?" Killian questioned warily. "Who, the bloody hell, is that?"

Emma burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself, the look of incredulity, horror, and disdain on his face was too much to handle. Quickly pausing the movie, making sure that Dustin Hoffman was on screen in all his curly wigged, waxed mustache glory, she let her mirth over take her. Killian was fidgeting at her side and she broke out in fresh peals of laughter as she watched him fighting a grin of his own, unwilling to let himself find humor in the situation.

"Why," she gasped at him trying to catch her breath. "That is the illustrious Captain Hook, scourge of the seas and nefarious pirate."

"That puffed up, bewigged, dandy spectacle is supposed to be me? These aren't fairy stories, Swan, they're bloody nightmares!" Killian's voice was tight with scorn and she thought, a little bit of disappointment.

"Killian Jones, are you telling me that waxed mustaches and perms aren't your thing?" Emma couldn't help it, it was just too easy to rile him up.

"If it were I believe I would have had a tougher time winning your affection, Love," the teasing note was back in his voice she was relieved to hear.

Rolling her eyes at him she quickly dismissed the notion of being wooed by a man in a Captain Morgan outfit. Then again, she had been wooed by a man in a flowing leather coat who wore more jewelry than she owned and had a penchant for eyeliner. Funny how coming to Storybrooke had turned every aspect of her life inside out.

"Can we keep watching or are you too scarred to keep going?" She was honestly curious to see if he was willing to indulge her.

"I know what you're doing, Swan. I don't run from challenge and this, this will be a challenge," he smirked at her and settled back onto the couch.

Smiling back at him she started the movie again. It didn't take long before the momentum of the film captured both their attention. Killian scoffed quietly whenever Hook was on screen and visibly started when Rufio made his appearance but kept his questions to a minimum. Emma was just starting to relax when she remembered why she had loved the movie as a kid, the same reason she hadn't watched it in over twenty years.

They had just watched her favorite scene, the imaginary food fight with the food that looked a lot like Play-Doh. She remembered wanting to join in, taste the food, and just play the game with Peter Pan. That scene had always stuck out in her mind, it stood to reason that she didn't recall what came next. It was Hook, making promises to Pan's kid, telling him that he never broke his word, calling him son after just one day.

Uncomfortable, Emma put the now empty popcorn bowl on the table by the computer. She debated getting up for a glass of water but she didn't want Killian to question her. Instead she leaned back, startled to realize that his arm was draped across the back of the couch and had been for a while. Trying to relax she focused on the screen but Peter was talking about how being a father was his happy thought. Having a family allowed him to fly.

Killian sensed her change in mood. He read her like an open book, always could, but didn't press her to tell him why. Instead he dropped his arm to her shoulder and tucked her into his side, letting her know that he would listen whenever she was willing to talk. For that she was thankful and dropped her head onto his shoulder.

They watched as Pan and the Lost Boys fought Hook and his band of pirates. Killian kept his opinion of Hook to himself but had twitched involuntarily when Rufio met his fate. Emma just watched silently letting the images flow over her. She had chosen the movie as a joke, turned out the joke was on her.

"The crocodile, of course," Killian's voice broke through her musings. He seemed unsurprised but was also questioning her willingness to talk.

She almost answered him with a joke. Something that would assuage his worries and tamp down the almost overwhelming feelings the movie had exposed. But then Pan's kids were back in the nursery, reuniting with their mother and Pan was choosing them, getting his happy ending. So, instead of answering him she stopped the movie and moved to gather the empty bowl and glasses from the table.

"Swan," he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the couch facing him. "Emma, what's wrong?"

Crossing her legs she just looked down at her hands trying to make a decision. Killian remained quiet as she debated with herself. She had already shared a sliver of her past with him at the station a few weeks before. It was more than she had shared with anyone, even Neal. Then, after their conversation the night she returned his heart she had told herself that she would trust him, with their future and with her past. If only it wasn't so hard.

"The first time I saw this movie I was nine or ten," she was still looking down at her hands but knew his attention was focused solely on her. "I remember that I had just been sent to a group home from another family that didn't want me. It wasn't one of the worst ones but it wasn't the best either. There were too many kids and I was just another mouth to feed.

"One good thing about that place was they would have movie nights. They tried to get all of us in one room once a week for it but it never really worked out. I didn't go to one until I had already been there a month, just to make sure I wouldn't be sent somewhere else right as I settled into a routine."

Emma was still focused on her hands, which were fidgeting nervously in her lap. She was so engrossed that she jumped when Killian placed his hand over hers. As he entwined their fingers she looked up at him with unshed tears standing in her eyes and her mouth turned down in an involuntary frown as she tried not to cry. He didn't say anything but his eyes were filled with concern. Dragging in an unsteady breath she dropped her eyes to their hands again.

"I hadn't tried running away, not yet, but watching Hook made me wonder for the first time if maybe it was a possibility. To run off to a better place where kids never grew up and just played games all the time. Then, of course, it turned out that the movie was really about being with a family, loving them and believing in them. Even back then I think I knew that I would never have that."

"But you do, Love," Killian said emphatically, squeezing her hand and using his hook to gently raise her chin to look at him. "You have your son and your parents… and me."

Looking in his eyes she saw the cautious hope she had seen time and time again. It had been in Henry's eyes as they grew closer together when she first came to Storybrooke. She had seen it too many times to count in both her parents' eyes but she had seen it the most often in Mary Margaret's. Even Killian had looked at her that way many times. A look that was willing her to believe the words said to her and stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Yes, I do," she said, wanting to look away but forcing herself not to. "But just because I have it now doesn't mean that I still don't have twenty-eight years of memories of when I didn't."

The tears finally fell, only two or three, but it was enough that Emma felt her vulnerability keenly. She didn't know what it was about Killian but she had cried more in front of him than anyone else in her entire life. He had a way of getting her to open up without pushing her and understanding exactly what she needed from him. It was a heady feeling, knowing that one person could be that for her.

Killian pulled his hand from her grasp wiping the tears from her cheeks, not saying anything. Leaning into his touch she sighed, knowing that their quiet evening was a lot more dramatic than she had intended it to be.

"I'm sorry. I guess my movie choice wasn't the greatest decision ever. So much for a fun night in."

"Well, I won't say that the jack a dandy imposter was a highlight but any time spent with you is always a delight Swan," Killian said it gently as he pushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear. "And, as I've said before, I'm honored that you would share your past with me. Especially when it brings you pain."

His hand was gently running through her hair, fingers sifting through the long strands. Despite how the night took a turn she was grateful for his words and how he didn't treat her as something that was broken. Leaning in to him she lightly grazed his lips with hers, thanking him without words. His hand cradled the back of her head gently as he deepened the kiss, causing Emma to sigh into his mouth.

Slowly the kiss grew in intensity. Emma's hands found their way into his soft black hair while his left arm circled her waist. It wasn't long before they were gasping for breath, fighting for dominance. For Emma it wasn't enough, she needed to be closer to him, wrapped up in him. Without pause she unfolded her legs and brought them on either side of his hips, straddling him on the couch.

The change in position gave her a height advantage she quickly put to good use. Breaking the kiss she looked down at him with a predatory smile. Killian's eyes were glazed but they widened as she put both her hands on his chest, fisting his shirt so she could pull him up to her. His hand gripped her hip as she felt the cool metal of his hook gliding along the skin of her lower back. It was too much and not enough as she sank into him, eager for more.

"I think watching Neal tonight was the perfect distraction for Belle." David's voice cut through Emma's desire better than a bucket of ice water would have.

Scrambling off of Killian's lap she nearly fell off the couch in her attempt to appear casual. Standing was not an option since she seemed to have lost all control over her legs. Instead she focused on quickly running a hand over her hair and tried to ignore the adjustments Killian was making beside her.

When Mary Margaret and David finally walked in behind the stroller their eyes immediately zeroed in on the couch. Emma did her best to keep her face neutral but she could still feel the warmth in her cheeks that had David narrowing his eyes at them. Mary Margaret on the other hand just smiled and parked the stroller, gathering Neal in her arms.

"Have a good time?" David asked suspiciously.

"Yep," Emma answered a bit too quickly. "Uh, how was your night? Go anywhere good?"

"Oh, yes," it was Mary Margaret that answered with a smirk. "David took me to a great Mexican place where we had tacos. I should have brought you some but it looks like you were fine on your own."

Emma felt the heat flare up her neck, making her ears prickle, and spreading warmth across her face. She felt Killian shoot her a confused glance but she refused to try and explain in front of her parents.

"Seeing as you're back from night out I will be taking my leave," Killian stated as he stood gracefully.

"I'll walk you out," Emma quickly stood to follow, carefully avoiding her parents' eyes.

Out in the hallway, the front door only partially closed behind them, Emma buried her hands in her face in embarrassment. Killian gathered her in his arms, kissing the top of her head.

"I never thought I'd have to worry about parents walking in on me when I was with a guy," she mumbled into his chest.

"See, Swan, you may have had to wait but it seems as though you're finally experiencing the joys of having a loving family," she could hear the smile in his voice.

Pushing on his chest she looked up at him unimpressed. He had the good grace to look abashed before smirking at her and ducking down for a kiss. Keeping in mind that the door was open and her parents were surely listening intently she tried to keep her hormones in check. Ending far too quickly for her liking Killian stepped back smiling at her.

"Good night, Love."

"Good night, Killian," she murmured as he turned and headed down the stairs.

Walking back into the loft she thought about starting to look for an apartment. It really was time to carve out a piece of Storybrooke to call her own. She wondered if there might be anything available close to the harbor, purely for the view of course.