So after a long, long, LONG time away from writing fanfiction, I've decided to return *Cue Cheering*….i figured this would be the place where I stick all of the CS drabbles I have….i also have changed my name on this thing, because I've kind of moved on from the old stuff… Some of these will be long, some will be short…Anyway, enjoy!

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Prompt: Emma loves to wear Killian's clothes as pajamas.

She honestly didn't even realize that she did it, didn't pay enough attention at the end of a long hard day at work to notice that she always gravitated towards his shirts when getting ready for bed. She liked the way they felt, the fabric was soft and warm. Plus, it smelt like him, a scent she could breathe in all day and still never have enough of it. He smelt like rum and pine…and sea salt. And home. He let it slide the first couple of weeks they lived together, hiding a smirk when he noticed the trend. It wasn't until their second month of living together that he actually confronted her over breakfast.

He was up first, as usual, making coffee for them both and trying his hardest to figure out the microwave in order to heat up some of last night's dinner. He was still struggling to work the damn machine when she slipped into the room, his shirt brushing the top of her thighs, the slight curve of her laced behind peeking out of the bottom. He licked his lips and straightened up, scratching behind his ear as he tried not to make it too obvious that he was staring.

"You know love, there's no point in owning your own sets of pajamas if you're only ever going to wear my clothes." He told her gently as he pressed a kiss to her temple. She reached around him and took her already prepared cup of coffee, wrapping her palms around the hot ceramic. Her cheeks pinked a little and she looked down at the band tee she was wearing. There was no denying it, since he'd caught her red handed. "Well…" She started to say, trying to think of a reason to excuse her recent behavior. He interrupted her before she could fill him in on some usual reason.

"Not that I might, Swan. In fact, they look much better on you than they ever do me. I'm a big fan of seeing you walk around here, legs on display." He grinned, one eyebrow shooting up as his gaze lowered to her long, smooth legs. Emma broke out into a grin, relief flooding her system. A small laugh bubbled from her lips and she placed a hand on his chest, gripping the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. "Well I happen to think that you look better without your shirts on too." She told him cheekily, causing his eyes to shoot back up from her legs, to meet her gaze.