Happy Valentine’s Day @dragon-princess!! I’m so
happy to finally reveal myself as your CS Secret Valentine. I hope you enjoy
your gift! It was a pleasure writing it for you.
Summary: Killian Jones is a retired ballet dancer
turned choreographer. Emma Swan is a retired ballet dancer turned journalist.
What happens when he comes out of retirement and she is tasked with getting the
coveted interview – twelve years after they parted ways…
A/N: Candy hearts and kisses to @ilovemesomekillianjones
for betaing this for me, and @kmomof4 and @winterbaby89 for being my
cheerleaders! *mwah*
Rated: M for language and sexy times / ~9400
words / Also available on ff.net and ao3 / line break indicates scene change
The rustling thud of the newspaper hitting her
desk made Emma’s head snap up. Standing before her, with his arms crossed over
his chest, was her brother and editor, David. He had his boss face on, but
there was something else peeking around the corner of his expression. Something
sly and conspiratorial. He wanted something.
“Did you see this?” David gestured at the front
page of that morning’s paper. A mangled heap of what used to be a car was
depicted below the headline, Storybrooke Ballet Company: Is It Curtains For
New Ballet’s Opening Night?
Emma scanned the article. The totaled vehicle
had apparently belonged to Storybrooke Ballet Company’s principal male dancer.
He and his understudy were both injured in the accident which had occurred the
night prior, after leaving their final dress rehearsal before opening night of
the new ballet.
Which was tonight.
“What are they going to do without their leading
man or his understudy?” Emma asked while still scanning the article for that
answer, which David ended up supplying.
“The choreographer is going on in his place.”
David’s statement had Emma’s head snapping up
once more, her mouth hung slack and her eyes widened as her brows shot up her
forehead.
“What?! He’s going to-”
“Come out of retirement,” David finished. “And
you’re going to be there to witness it.”
There it was. The reason for the sly glint in
his eye.
“But that’s Anna’s beat. Why am I covering the
ballet all of a sudden?”
“You know why, Emma.” David looked at her
pointedly. “You two have a history together. I want you to get an interview
with him after the performance.”
“Jones doesn’t do interviews.”
The last interview Killian Jones had ever given
was on the day he’d announced his retirement. It had stunned the ballet world.
Killian Jones was the principal leading man, with talent that rivaled
some of the greatest legends of modern ballet. His devastatingly handsome looks
and charisma only added to the romanticism and sensuality a good leading man
should possess, which made him a sensation in the dance world. Every
choreographer wanted to work with him, every prima ballerina wanted to dance
with him, and every chorus line member (male and female), and most patrons
wanted to fuck him. He’d had it all, and then suddenly four years ago, he
walked away.
He went completely off the grid for nearly a
year only to reemerge at a small ballet company in London as their new
choreographer. For the past three years he’d been making a name for himself in
his new role, and had relocated back to the United States only five months ago
to take over as resident choreographer for the Storybrooke Ballet Company. The
place he’d first gotten his start more than a decade ago when he’d attended the
ballet academy, then later earned a position within the company that sponsored
it.
The same ballet academy Emma had trained at,
which was where she’d met him.
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