Quiet Moment

claraoswan:

CS AU Week #7: free space (au where cs actually gets some downtime for once)

Since it’s the end of au week, I just wanted to say a huge thank you to @captain–kitten and to all of you for so much amazing content on my dash this week – I haven’t written in a long time, but this really inspired me to start up again.

Takes place post s5 finale.

~1.6k

+ also on ff.net

The first thing Killian Jones did when he stepped into the
house – well, their house – was
collapse onto the couch.  

The first thing Emma Swan did when she stepped into their
house was collapse onto Killian Jones.

The house was cloaked in complete and utter silence.  It was as if even the aching bones of their
home knew that the pirate and princess breathing each other in on the sofa had
been to hell and back for each other – and that they needed the peace.  

Killian snaked his fingers into Emma’s hair, squeezing her
round locks close to his cheeks.  Emma
barely moved.  She simply stared up at
him, quietly memorizing each and every detail.
The gentle curve of his face as he looked back at her endearingly.  The tender caress of his touch as he pulled
her close to him.  The soft sadness in
the ocean that was his eyes.  She didn’t
ever want to forget the way he was looking at her right now.

They stayed like that for a while, lost in the entities that
were each other.  Neither of them spoke a
word.  

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Emma inched
herself into an upright position next to Killian on the couch.  They kept their fingers interlocked; she
never wanted to let him go.  At last,
Killian cleared his throat.  

“Hot chocolate?”

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