Summary: Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not coworkers. Okay, they kind of are. Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not friends either. Okay, maybe they kind of are. Honestly, Emma’s not sure what’s up and what’s down when it comes to Killian Jones…well, that’s also not true. She knows one thing that’s up.
Rating: Mature (it’s cocktoberfest peeps)
A/N: Hey all! Here’s part one of my contribution to @cscocktoberfest! I wrote this about a month ago before I’d really gotten into a good rhythm (pun always intended with me) with my smut writing, but I hope that it’s still a good time. I’m posting a bit early because I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to later since I have a late night at work. So have a very pleasurable time reading.
“Killian, they’re literally right in front of you.”
He seems shocked by that, only to look down and see that the
peas are, indeed, sitting in the serving dish right between the two of them on
David and Mary Margaret’s dining room table. Mary Margaret makes these damn
peas for every single one of these dinners, and Killian is the only person who
likes them. What Emma would give for another vegetable to be served at one of
these dinners. She doesn’t even like vegetables, but she’d learn to love them
for anything other than these goddamn peas.
She seems to be a little too passionate about the peas.
It All Starts With a Dance 