Captain Swan, 1500 words
This alludes to some other headcanon I have for Maureen Swan-Jones, whom you met in Homecoming. And okay, I don’t know what rating to give this fic. It’s basically G-rated except for one use of the c-word. Look, it’ll make sense when you read it.
This is dedicated to my husband, who should be flattered that I stole so many things from our conversations to write this.
Killian pulled her close, swaying to the music. “How long has it been since we danced, Swan?”
Emma snorted, ignoring the pinch of her high-heeled shoes as they moved in a circle on the dance floor. “It’s been a while.”
“That’s a travesty, is what that is. I should have been dancing with you every day.” His lips brushed against her cheek, making her shiver. Emma leaned into her husband, feeling a tiny bit dizzy. She’d had a few glasses of wine over the course of the evening, which was a lot more than she tended to drink these days, and she could feel the effects: a floaty feeling in her head, and the warm sense that she loved everyone and everything in the room.
Familiarity (1/1)
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It All Starts With a Dance 