Emma Swan went to Britain looking for family. It should have been a Hallmark movie, a Christmas miracle waiting to happen. Instead she’s stuck in a grimy London ‘flat’, with the worst next door neighbor in the world.
It have been a pleasure to be your @cssecretsanta santa!! Tho it was a bit tricky not to reveal myself as I know you are following me so I had to stay quiet on some subject looool so yeah I’m not just in France for Xmas x)
Hope you will like that fluffy domestic!CS enjoying their little family in a bed group hug ♥
Summary: “You live in the apartment next to mine and you’re always blasting music while I’m trying to sleep but you’ve been silent for the last two days, are you all right?”
Emma Swan never minded the music. Not until she broke her ankle and her shift moved to days. Now she just wants to sleep. But Killian Jones doesn’t seem to notice. So when the condo next door goes silent, she’s understandably concerned. When she finds Killian after he got the phone call about his brother he never expected, they’ll have to figure out if everything is as it seems.
Every now and again, they remember their adventure in the past – it feels like a lot more fun now, in hindsight, without the threat of non-existence hanging over Emma. Killian likes to re-enact what he calls the more pleasant aspects of that bloody affair.
Emma pretends to take offence. “You saying you didn’t enjoy the rest of it?”
“Not as much as you did, I’ll wager.”
“What does that mean?”
“I saw you aboard the ship, Swan,” he says as he starts moving, leading her through steps she only half-remembers. (The clearest memories are the look he had on his face, and the feeling in her chest chasing butterflies into her stomach.) “You enjoyed yourself in the captain’s quarters, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yeah. That was fun. Is that next? You punching yourself in the face?”
“That’s the part you enjoyed, was it?”
She feigns innocence. “Of course, what else?”
“I’ll show you what else later.”
“Mhmm.” Emma smiles as she sways with him, in time to music that she suspects only he can hear. Once upon a time, she would have pretended to protest, argued some more. Now, she relishes the moment, as she’ll relish the ones to come.
She did, after all, pick a partner who knows what he’s doing.
(SAI crashed before I could save the final version, and I’m not re-doing it, but here’s the sketch at least!)
It All Starts With a Dance 