Since writing "Emma I'm for You", I've been on a roll finding ideas for Captain Swan stories. I've had the idea for this one after I saw the promo photos for 4x04 of Mary Margaret with a camera :)
Disclaimer: I still don't own OUAT or Captain Swan.
About twenty minutes into their dinner, Emma's phone buzzed on the table, making both her and Killian pull their hands away.
"Sorry", she chuckled, rolling her eyes when she saw her mother's name on the display. Killian watched her swipe the screen, utterly entranced. Until...
"Swan, what the bloody hell is a selfie?"
Sure enough, Mary Margaret sent Emma the following text:
"Send us a selfie of you two pls? :)"
Emma groaned and clicked the "respond" button, fully intending to tell her mother to leave them alone.
"Emma, answer the question" - Killian persisted. She rolled her eyes.
"Selfie is a photo you take of your face and send to someone. Like an instant painting?"
He nodded slowly.
"And your mother wants this instant painting of our countenances on her talking device?"
"Yep" - she replied. "Sorry, I'll just text her" - upon seeing his blank look, she corrected herself: "send a message and she'll go away."
He raised his eyebrow, looking pensieve.
"But what's the harm in sending her this selfie painting thing? Swan, she's your mother, and she's missed out on things. Wouldn't it be nice to indulge her a little?"
Emma groaned and pouted like a petulant child. "But I hate taking pictures of myself! They always look ridiculous! And I can't stand the term 'selfie'".
Killian chuckled at her expression, unable to hide the adoration in his baby blues.
"Love, while I agree that the names in this realm are rather peculiar, I see no problem with making your mother happy - since, as you say, it will only take a second to... press a button?" Emma nodded and he contunued: "After all, I am rather dashing and you are undoubtedly the most stunning lass this realm, or any other realms, has to offer. It would be wrong not to create an instant picture thing of us."
Emma rolled her eyes at that. "Fine, fine! You win!" - she huffed. "Sit next to me" - she said more calmly, which resulted in a genuine smile on Killian's face, that she was secretly pleased to see. He slid into the seat next to her, placing his new arm around her shoulders.
"Okay, now" - she clicked on the camera icon and chuckled at seeing his eyes widen on the screen.
"Is that like a mirror?" - he asked.
"Sort of. Not really. The phone lets you see yourself before the picture is taken, so you can make sure it looks good. Not that it ever worked for me" - she muttered the last part to herself.
"So, what am I supposed to do with myself while you play with the buttons to make this selfie?"
"Nothing, Killian. Just look at the black dot here, and.. one, two, three!"
She pressed the camera button. "There, all done. Want to see?" Upon seeing his eager nod, she opened the folder with photos and clicked on the most recent file.
"There."
The photo showed Emma grinning sheepishly and Killian tilting his head towards hers and smiling widely. In the corner, she could make out his fingers wrapped around the strands of her ponytail. She sneaked a look at him and caught him staring.
"What do you think? Cool, huh?" - she chuckled. Killian nodded slowly.
"It is.. much more precise than the paintings I'm used to. What do we do with it now? Press another button so your mother can see it on her device?"
"Yeah" - Emma switched into the messages app and sent the picture to Mary Margaret's number. The short buzz of her phone signalled that the message has been delivered, which she proceeded to explain to her date. His fascinated and eager expression made Emma smile despite herself, when she was done. She hadn't noticed, or pretended not to notice, that his arm was still around her shoulders and that his thumb was making small circular motions on her arm.
"Hey Swan" - she heard him whisper.
"What?" - she whispered back.
"You're wrong about one thing. That picture of yours is far from ridiculous."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah".
"But of course, while these selfies of you may look quite lovely, they are nothing compared to the way you look tonight, love" - he whispered again, his breath tickling her ear. She tried very hard not to blush.
Neither of them heard Mary Margaret's response.
Reviews please? One CS one-shot for each review I receive for this story or Emma I'm for You or my old OUAT story, HAaGoPoWNF:)
