Fake dating, flirty, Friday ficlet ahead. (TGIF) (Modern AU, 1300 words, rated T)
“Ow!”
“Sorry Swan, I didn’t just put that cabinet there, it’s been in place since I moved in.”
The leg pressed against his side digs a bit into his ribs and he chuckles, giving his best friend a cocky smirk as she rubs at the back of her head she’s just slammed into his upper cabinet after a too hearty laugh. They’re both a little tipsy, teetering closer over the edge into drunk with each pass of the bottle of rum between them. Said bottle is in his hand now and he twirls the brown liquid around, wondering how many sips they have left and if it’s really a good idea for Emma to be sitting on the counter in her current state.
“Shit, I hear Ruby. Killian, do me a favor?”
Not looking up from the bottle he merely nods, knowing there is very little in the world he won’t agree to do for Emma Swan.
“Eyes up here, sailor, this is important.”
Her green eyes are wide and imploring and his hand wraps around her knee in support of whatever distress has suddenly come over her.
“What is it, love?”
“Ruby is desperate to pair me up and mentioned bringing someone with her tonight for me to meet. I’m really not in the mood. Or interested. Can we…you know…pretend for just a minute…to…you know…”
A cold sweat breaks out beneath his flannel, his heart both breaking and doubling in time at the suggestion of pretending to “you know” with the woman sitting beside him. He’s wanted to “you know” with Emma for longer than he can remember, so it won’t take much on his part to sell the idea. He can’t help but feel lost at her wanting to pretend.
“But Ruby knows we’re just friends, so won’t she smell bullshit a mile away?”
you know…
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