Ah, so here we go again on our third trip. We must really like this ride! This third part is for every person who commented, reblogged, or messaged me that they absolutely had to see what happened when these two got back to Boston! You guys are all enablers, and it’s wonderful!
My brain most definitely wouldn’t let me write anything else until I finished this!
The prompt for the original story can be found | here |
Part one on Tumblr can be found | here | and part two | here |
All three parts together can be found on ao3 | here |
When Emma wakes up in the morning it’s to her phone ringing,
the shrill sound of the ringtone making her want to toss it across the room.
It’s that thought that has her really
waking up and realizing exactly what room she’s in, and oh wow she really did
sleep with the guy…no with Killian, and she really did stay with him throughout
the night. Two years ago, a one night stand couldn’t even get her to stay while
he was throwing away the condom, but she stayed the entire night. Hell, she
wasn’t even the slightest bit drunk when it happened, the alcohol from dinner
having completely worn off. She didn’t do it to scratch an itch. She did it
because she wanted to, because she likes him, and that might scare her more
than anything.
She doesn’t think anyone is equipped to ride her emotional
rollercoaster.
She’s got to stop with the puns. She’s really going off the tracks…nope,
her mind has to stop. This is insane. Has she completely lost it? Is there a
history of people losing their minds and suddenly only speaking in puns?
It All Starts With a Dance 