Merlin's fucking beard why in Godric's name was he so incredibly HANDSOME? She had to be the luckiest damned witch in the entire effing world! Her hand lifted to her chest and her fingertips grazed over her heart then settled on the small necklace she wore. Nervously she played with the charm of a songbird as he approached and then (oh HELGA) grinned.
Even as disheveled as he looked he also looked put together and she simply could not help it. Emma lowered her hand and marched right up to that wizard and grabbed him by that tie to yank him down to her level.
"Hello," she managed again before her mouth planted one very hot kiss on his own lips. It lasted but a few seconds and then she let him back and took a step backward, cheeks as red as her hair but a smile very wide on her pretty face.