killianswench:

cute little heartbreaker by @laschatzi

Emma Swan is a vagabond. She never stays in a place longer than for six months. The night before the first day at her new job, she decides she needs a little distraction and walks into a bar looking for a one-night-stand and finds her object of choice in a good-looking guitar player. From that moment on, nothing goes as planned.

“Beer or whisky?”
He turns around, surprise on his face, and eyes her up and down, his eyes widening appreciatively for a moment before he frowns and tilts his head in confusion. “Excuse me, love?”
God, from close up he’s even more attractive… and really, love?
She licks her lips. “Beer or whisky,” she repeats slowly and enjoys the mesmerized way his gaze falls on her lips, like a moth drawn to the flame. “If I were to buy you a drink, which one would you prefer?”
“Oh…” It takes him a moment to snap out of it, obviously, but then he looks into her eyes, and she has problems concentrating on his words. Her earlier feeling was right – his eyes are indeed of the sort that make you weak in the knees just looking into them. “Rum, actually,” he then says and adds with a raise of his eyebrow, “But normally, I’m the one to buy the drinks.”
She waves her hand nonchalantly, in an unspoken invitation. “Whatever floats your boat.”
“Hmm,” he hums and tilts his head again, scrutinizing her closely for a moment, and his move gives her the opportunity to admire his neck, long and solid, strong cords smoothly moving beneath skin her fingers itch to touch. She feels delicious heat build up under his gaze. “A woman who uses nautical language,” he comments, “that’s always appealing.”

Merry Christmas Sandra, from your CS Secret Santa ♥