Emma woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, and no clothes on. Which in all fairness, was extremely frightening, until she realized she was in her own bed at her own house- but then, it was only slightly frightening. "Good morning love- I see you still cant hold your liquor!" A very loud, way to cheery, ex-pirate said as he stepped into their bedroom. Emma squinted at the door way, making out a grinning Killian in a pair of sweatpants and one of David's hand-me-downs (an old storybrooke football tee).
"And I see that you are still an arrogant ass." Emma grumbled as she struggled to get up. Killian laughed, and bent down grabbing a shirt from Emma's closet, tossing it to her. As Emma pulled the shirt over her head, he went into the bathroom, bringing her a glass of water and an aspirin. "Here you go love," He whispered, handing her the glass and placing a kiss on her forehead. "That was quite a night." Placing the glass on the night table, Emma rubbed her fingers along her temple- deep in thought. Walking out of the room, Killian took the empty glass stumbling on hastily tossed away shoes as he went.
UGH! Emma thought as she grabbed a pair of Killians sweat pants- slowly pulling them on, as to not over work herself. Suddenly she felt a wave of nausea, she ran to the bathroom, retching into the porcelain bowl. Killian, came to her at the sound, gingerly pulling her hair away from her head. She coughed out the rest of the alcohol and wiped her mouth, leaning against the wall as the room continued to spin. "SHHHHHHHHHH," whispered the captain, stroking her hair. "it will be all-right. Just a little sickness." Emma slowly stood, and began splashing her face with cool water. Killian headed toward the kitchen to grab a glass of ginger-ale, as Emma hesitantly headed towards the inviting bed.
Handing her the drink, Killian sat on the bed next to her, pulling the blankets onto of her. As she drifted off to sleep she mumbled, "What happened last night?"