THE PROMPT: (from Zengoalie) : "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Captain Swan. So much potential here...let's see what you come up with!

She had been staring at the bottom of her coffee cup in the office when it happened first. Her mind was definitely elsewhere - her lips curved in a knowing smile as she remembered. Undoing all those tiny buttons, finally revealing his muscled torso, running her fingers through the hair on his chest that had taunted her for so long. (She understood the open shirts now, truly she did) He had responded in kind, fascinated by what he called the ridiculous corset.

(Although he was a quick study when it came to removing it.)

He had breathed her name in adoration when her breasts had been freed, gently brushing his fingers over their softness, mapping out this new frontier and committing it to memory. Fingers had been replaced with soft lips, tongue circling her nipples till they were hardened peaks.

She had breathed his name in return. She could hear his voice, filled with love and want so clearly even now...

"Emma?" She looked up...into the eyes of her father seated at his desk. The spell was broken.

"I asked you did you enjoy yourself last night?"

Emma felt the shock register on her face. "Sorry, what...I...last night?"

"On your date? With Killian?"

"Oh...yeah. I did." Her father looked back to his work, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Focus on work, Swan, she told herself.

Killian was waiting at Granny's to collect Emma's grilled cheese and onion rings. He had been unable to contain the grin that came to his face when he thought of his beautiful Swan, reliving the joy of truly being with her for the first time.

His hand had explored her softness, making random movements across her skin, drinking her in. Lips had kissed and nibbled and sucked, discovering the secret places that made her say his name in a voice laden with desire.

Her fingers had meandered their way down his chest, leaving a trail of heat at her touch. She had straddled him then, her hips making subtle circles that left him hard and wanting.

(She was wanton and wild and unexpected and yet, not at all.)

He hadn't realised he was holding his breath until he felt her around him, a perfect fit, the two of them moving together as one. His name on her lips as he felt her come undone…

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

The voice shook him from his daydream, leaving him slightly disoriented. Mary Margaret stood beside him, a wide smile on her face, clearly eager to hear about his date with Emma.

Never usually at a loss for words, he found himself unable to form a coherent response, and merely nodded his reply.

If the princess noticed his discomfort, she said nothing. He was grateful for the arrival of his take out order and made his exit as quickly as possible.

"Things are getting serious with those two," Mary Margaret told her husband, a satisfied look on her face.

"What do you mean?" David asked, looking across at his daughter and his mate, deep in conversation on the couch.

"You know…SERIOUS!" She nudged him playfully. "Killian couldn't string a sentence together today when I asked him about their date."

David looked at her in horror. "Things I don't want to know, honey. That is definitely on the list."

She patted his cheek affectionately. "OK, Daddy. Stay in denial. But no swords, all right?"

"Really, no swords? Not even a small one?" he asked. The look on his wife's face closed the subject.