you are the sea, upon which i float (cs one-shot)

thejollypirate:

summary: emma passes by killian every morning on her daily run. she’s never spoken to him all that much, but of course she goofs up and accidentally runs into him. literally.

wc: 2.2k or so.

a/n: yeah no i haven’t written in forever, forgive me as i need to get back into the groove of things. (also on ao3)

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Her mornings are the same rinse and repeat process. While
she dreads getting up early, she does it anyway, and if anything, it’s merely
to fit in the morning run she takes across the beach and to the docks before
taking a turn home to shower and get ready for the rest of her day as Sheriff
of Storybrooke.

But to be honest, there’s nothing ever to really be
worried about in this small town.

And no, she totally doesn’t sacrifice sleeping in for the
hot guy — Killian Jones — she passes every time during her hot run. No, she
doesn’t notice the way his short sleeve shirt clings to his skin or the way
sweat droplets roll down his skin. Emma doesn’t care about the way his hair is
plastered to his forehead slightly and the way his lips are just parted as he exhales.

(Perhaps she’s a tad insane.)

It’s not like she talks to him, though. They nod and
smile at each other, perhaps change a silent hello as they both have
motivational music blasting into their ears, but never once have they really spoken. And yet, it feels like she knows
him plenty already just from observing him. Not just while he runs, but the
occasional times of noticing him at work on his ship or seeing him at Granny’s.
Sometimes she might just be eyeing him from afar, taking notice of the stubble
that runs along his jaw, accentuating the sharpness.

And god forbid her from speaking about his voice. Gentle
and smooth.

(She’s in over her head, for Christ’s sake.)

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