Knock, Knock Ch. 18: It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To
This took forever to write and I’m so sorry about that! But I’m back and I’m finishing this fic that I love deep down in my heart. I hope you love it also. Last we left our favorite couple, they’d finally taken the leap and gone on a date... and enjoyed the fun that came after. Now we see what happens next!
(Please let me know what you think. I’m very nervous about this.)
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Why exactly couldn't life just work like a fucking rom-com, Emma thought, Killian's fourth phone call that morning dashing all her hopes of a morning-after shag (the British slang was rubbing off on her, apparently, or maybe it was helping her cope. Who knows). That's not how this should work. They went on the date. They had the sex. Depending on the rating of the film, this would either be the cute-series-of-dates montage or the mashup of various sexual positions in fun and exciting new locales (oh, soooo many surfaces in their apartment remained woefully unchristened). But no. Emma didn't wake up to sunshine and orgasms. She awoke to sleep deprivation and an aching back (stupid uncomfortable boat) and the real world where Killian still owned a one-man booming business (and she still needed to figure out what the hell to do with her life). He kept stealing glances at her as he talked with clients and partners and travel agents (those still existed?), begging her to stay in bed just a little longer so he could come back and snuggle the morning away. But that never happened. She got a call from David and Killian had to check back with his insurance agent, and their glorious first day of we're actually doing this turned into nothing more being done than a kiss on the forehead and a sad smile goodbye. - A man should be happy when he's making money, but Killian was decidedly not. OK he was. But it was complicated. Because all that money making was taking an awful lot of time and energy and he was left with about nothing left at the end of the day. Nothing for his Swan. (They didn't have labels yet but she knew damn well he was hers, so what was the harm in thinking maybe possibly she could be his in return?)