Killian has a canon confirmed clothes on kink and I am not handling it well.
leave it
It starts with her socks. The thick ones that pull to just under her knees and slip down and bunch around her ankles as she shuffles across the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea with just a bit of honey and far too much sugar. She can feel him watching her from his place slouched in the corner of the couch, legs crossed at the ankles and book resting lightly on his lap, thumb tapping against his bottom lip in consideration.
When he stands it’s slowly, methodical and with precision. It’s the same way he moves when he’s setting the lines on his ship, how he places his books on the shelf just above the fireplace.
Summary: Emma and Killian enjoy an evening together in
their home.
Rated: M
Warnings: Smut, language
Words: ~4.5k
Notes: As requested
by @captain–kitten, here is some spoiler-based sexy times.
Leaning idly against the white, wooden archway that leads
into Granny’s, Emma picks away at the young, tender vines that curl up the
slats. Here in the humidity – the sort
that clings to the heels of summer, and on into fall – her jacket lies
abandoned over the railing, the sleeves of her sweater pushed up to her
elbows. She’s sure she looks the picture
of innocence out here on the patio, turning her head now and again to listen to
the chatter of the katydids. Really
though, fingers pulling harshly at the greenery, she’s remembering – and quite
vividly – the way it felt to be carried by Killian Jones just earlier the very
same day. The way his hook had caught at
the stitching at her hem, the way he’d apologized afterwards, a red tinge to
his cheeks. The way he’d opened his mouth
against hers, the way she’d just about kicked
the archway she now fiddles with straight over, how his tongue –
Killian totally
has a thing for that red leather jacket. Based off the thing we’re all currently dying over.
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Emma laughs the first time he says it, though more so out of
glee than out of realization.
It isn’t until a handful of weeks later – when the stories
have been told and what’s wrong has been set back to right – that it really
dawns, here on their living room floor, while he scrambles to remove his shoes,
tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.
Killian Jones has totally got a thing for the red leather jacket.
that fine fine line (let’s cross it one day) – TEEN and up
chapstick
Emma keeps one Chapstick in the bug, another in her jacket pocket, and a third in the top drawer of her desk. People have made fun of her for it before – mostly co-workers and bosses but Graham even made a comment once about the multiple tubes in yellow and green and white, but she always ignored him. She’s already admitted that she has a problem, right, so what’s the big deal?
She just really needs her lip balm.
Which is why it’s okay to find it super-weird when Hook picks up the yellow tube of peppermint lipbalm and studies it, taking the top off and holding it up to his nose to take a sniff.
I saw this picture on Instagram and I couldn’t resist. 🙂
“What’s this, then?”
She looks up from where she’s lounging on the couch, legs
curled to her chest and glasses slipping down her nose – the fire dancing
shadows across her skin and a pair of his socks snug to her knees. She smiles
and pulls her legs beneath her, making room for him on the couch.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve borrowed one of your shirts.”
“It looks like I shoved a balloon under my dress,” Mary Margaret
grumbles as she props her feet on the chair across from her. Her baby shower is
due to start in an hour, and the guest of honor has been ordered to rest while
Emma and Ruby put the final touches on the decorations and centerpieces.
Killian is somewhere in the banquet hall’s kitchen with Will and Belle,
along with four new members of the catering staff. Not only is this the
flagship event, it’s also a dress rehearsal for the kitchen and wait staffs that
have been employed at the hall. Some of them, such as Killian and his other
leads, will work both locations when duty calls. A couple of the other staff
members from both teams have also signed up for double duty, but the rest are
all new hires. The latest wave of tourism has brought along vacationing college
students looking to make a few bucks while they crash in a beach town for the
summer. Others, like the ones wearing new chef’s coats, are recruits from the
latest class of Killian’s alma mater. This shower will be just the smallest
taste of what they can expect to follow with the larger weddings they will
eventually cater in the hall.
Other than the sighs of Mary Margaret’s exasperation over the size of
her belly, or the swelling of her feet and ankles (“They’re hankles, guys. They’re what you get when you cross hams with
my ankles. Hankles.”) the hall is silent for the moment. David is on his
way back with Mary Margaret’s slippers, as it only took five minutes for her to
realize that she did not want to be
wearing the sandals whose straps were already cutting into her feet.
Trapped in the Infinite Forest as a swan, Emma has one chance to turn back into a human and save her parents from the Evil Queen’s curse: delivering the newly freed brothers Jones to the Blind Witch. (Thank you to the lovely and wonderful @spartanguard for betaing! <3)
There was a chill in the air that had Emma on edge. The four of them plus Tink’s dog, John, set off to find the Dark One around noon, and ever since then she has had a bad feeling about their plan, but what else could they do other than attacking all at once? Hopefully, that was the key. They spent the morning preparing themselves both mentally and physically for the Dark One, but something still made her uneasy.
Killian—thankfully—slept through the night and seemed much more alert. His colour was better as well, letting them all breathe a sigh of relief. The three of them put all of their supplies in order as Emma tried to help when she could. There were seven more bottles of potion for Killian to bring with him. Liam helped a begrudging Killian quickly get dressed in his newly cleaned vest and jacket after they changed the bandage on his arm. The blood stains were still there, just faded.
Killian had been in a sour mood himself ever since. Emma flew near him as they trekked to find a good spot to challenge the Dark One. He looked nervous with tense shoulders, eyebrows drawn close together, and he kept fussing with his clothes and sling. But as Emma observed him, she thought he looked not only nervous, but uncomfortable as well.
He moves a little closer into her space, the tip of his nose nudging enticingly against hers as his breath puffs out gentle and warm over her lips. “He’s with Regina.”
“My parents-”
“Have ‘got this,’ as your mother so aptly put it.”
His hand finds purchase on her hip, the tips of his fingers sneaking beneath the hem of her sweater and searing her skin. He smiles when her body trembles at the contact and she is helpless to smile back, her arms winding around his neck with a sigh.
“But Hyde-”
“Will still be a thorn in both our sides in a few hours.” He angles his head, nosing along her cheek until his lips find the corner of her mouth.
“Do you have an answer for everything?” she wonders, but her fingers are already tangling in his hair.
“Mmhmm,” he nods, nipping playfully at her jaw. “I love you, Swan, and I just want to be with you.”
She expels a heavy breath, her heart squeezing in her chest, not just at his words, but at the way his voice softens when he says them. Her resolve is crumbling to dust right around their feet.
And then he swears, under his breath and full of frustration, and it makes her pull away to look at him. When she finds his gaze trained upwards, instinctively she turns to see what he’s glaring at.
“I don’t suppose you have an answer for that, do you?”
This time he’s the one to sigh. “Unfortunately, no.”
She watches the giant blimp drift overhead, gaining speed as it descends straight for the woods, then faces him once more to give him an apologetic look. She reaches up, rubs the back of her fingers affectionately over the scruff on his jaw.
“Raincheck?”
“I have no idea what that means, but aye.”
Emma grins at him then moves back into him, pushing up onto her toes and kissing him hard on the mouth, hoping he’s perceptive enough to know that it means that when this other stupid problem gets dealt with, she’s going to show him just how much she loves him too. Very, very thoroughly.
She lay awake in her apartment alone thinking of him. She wasn’t a bit tired and she was trying to figure out how she let her parents talk her into this. This was such a stupid tradition. She would have married him the minute he asked her if it weren’t for all the pomp and circumstance that her mother requested.
Well maybe she wanted it too, after all you only marry your true love once but at that moment she wanted to throw away tradition and invite him over. They were true love, surely that was stronger than any old wives tale.
She pushed back the covers and walked to the kitchen, their kitchen. He’d helped her move in all of the furniture, pick out the coffee maker, and the little white dish towels with all the anchors on them. She brushed her hand along them lazily.
“You think I’d be an expert at this by now,” David grumbled, a screw between his lips and an illegible set of instructions in his hands. “These damn things are so complicated!”
Snow tossed him an amused glance. “I’m pretty sure putting together one and a half cribs does not make you an expert, sweetheart.”
Just then, the door to the loft swung open and a flustered Emma stumbled inside, followed by an anxious looking Killian.
“Love,” the pirate began, “You should rest-”
“I’m fine,” she snapped. Killian had spent all afternoon trying to get her to relax. She did not have time to relax. She had a sheriff station to run an a million other things to do.
As the door closed, a chubby-cheeked Neal toddled up to his big sister, holding out his arms, asking to be picked up. “Em-em,” he mumbled.
“Neal,” Snow warned, sweeping in to scoop up her son, “Your sister can’t pick you up right now.”
“Mom, really it’s-”
And then she noticed her father sat on the living room floor with a pile of unfinished flatpack.
“Is that-” she continued.
“A crib?” Killian finished, his voice unexpectedly soft, coming up around his wife, placing gentle hands over her shoulders.
“It was meant to be a surprise,” David frowned as he stood.
“Surprise,” Snow grinned, giggling when her son tried to copy her, the sounds coming out in a babyish jumble.
Without warning, tears sprang to Emma’s eyes. Her hands slid onto her growing bump as she took in the scene before her.
(She would blame the hormones when asked later, but the truth was she was just really freaking happy.)
This was really happening.
“Hey,” Killian soothed, pulling her into his arms, “What’s wrong?”
She sighed, letting herself melt into the soft warmth of his leather jacket. He had this way of holding her that made everything feel better. Like he was actually holding her together with his arms.
It took a few seconds to compose herself, by which time her parents had joined Killian by her side, David taking his son from Snow.
“I just,” she sniffed, pulling away from her husband’s embrace, “I just never thought I would have this.”
Snow cupped her daughter’s face, wiping away a lingering tear with her thumb. “Neither did we. And we are so grateful. We want to experience all of this with you.”
Pulling her daughter close, the two men slipped away to the unfinished crib, mother and daughter enjoying a moment that only a few years before would have seemed impossible.
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