Once upon a time in Westeros:
Chapter 1:
It had been a week since Emma had returned from Camelot and the grasp of the Dark One's curse which had tormented her for almost half a year; tired, dirty and more then a little hysterical after Snow and David had decided to near smoother her with blankets and over the top hope speeches. But finally, she was given their 'permission' to be alone for at least a few hours with Killian after so long apart. Well, not apart per say, every single day she had saw him, talked to him and been by his side but it seemed like the entire town was out to stop any quiet moment alone with him where they could talk without being under the over-the-top paternal glares of David or the hysterics of Grumpy screaming about some 'massive problem' or whatever he started to blow out of proportion. But. now in the safety of the loft, they were finally given a moments peace since David was on call in the Sherrifs station and Snow had taken Neal to Aurora's for a little baby playdate for some mommy time that had taken a backseat thanks to Storybook's wave after wave of crises.
The two relaxed on the sofa, content to keep in comfortable silence and wrapped in each other's presence. Finally, after so long alone and abandoned by those close to them, the two could let down their guards enough to share a quiet night in without the drama which seemed to follow them any where they went. Although still incredibly unsettled by her time as the dark one, Emma had finally dismantled her walls enough to dress in her most comfortable of attires; a threadbare jumper and sweatpants that seemed to be heaven compared to the corset she had worn as the Dark One's elborate wardrobe in Camelot which looked the part but was a complete nightmare on a person's waist. Who cared what she looked like now? Killian surely didn't; although he'd most likely prefer her not to be wearing anything at all, no matter the clothes he still looked at her as if she was the most stunning person he'd ever seen. Speaking of the pirate, it seemed the modern world had finally beaten him into a more contemporary style of clothes and Emma was practically drooling over how good that was. While the whole Captain wardrobe was definately sparking some, ok a lot, of nightime fantasy's that dangerously went more often then not into the adult area of imagenings; the whole town rebel was definately a rewarding sight. Not to mention with the whole longcoat gone, Emma now had the extrodinary sight of a shapely dierre every morning now to cheer her up and boy did it do that!
The silence dragged on, while a thought entered Emma's mind on whether she could introduce Hook to another of this realm's differences in the form of the boxset sitting in the DVD cabinet gathering dust. While she had watched up to the season 2's finale, holy freaking crap was that an ending, she had to confess a growing need to catch up after listening to Ruby's diatribes of sobbing/tirades of anger at the dinner earlier on in the day. The only problem was that it wasn't exactly like she could watch it with her parents or Herny about; wouldn't that be embarising? But now, in this quiet moment, it was running around her mind and taunting her with the pros and cons of watching it with Hook. Granted it had a little more adult themes then regular tv, hey its HBO they have to bring in the target audience somehow, would he be interested in that sort of thing? It had that whole medieval vibe to it that he'd understand unlike more modern ones that left him confused or looking up quite obvious jokes or catchphrases on google all the time. Plus, the guy had spent years being a pirate so the violence wouldn't really affect him would it? Then there was the sex, which of course she wasn't worried about since even she confessed to being a little hot under the collar after a few infamous scenes. No, the problem was whether it was worth getting up from her position to get the bloody thing and then having to reajust so she could watch alongside him. A challenge considering he was like her own personal heater and was a very comfortable pillow to rest her head. But she always did like a challenge ...
She got up, quietly communicating with her eyes that she wasn't running away from the intimate moment they had shared to the slightly dare she say it concerned look on his face as she moved to pluck the first disc from the boxset of Game of Thrones to place in the DVD player as she turned it on and snuggled back into his embrace so she could watch it comfortably in the arms of her ... boyfriend ... lover ... no partner. She prefered that, after all they hadn't exactly done enough physically to qualify as lovers yet, she was sorry to say and there was no way in hell did she classify him as a mere boy!
"Love? What are you-" He looked at her with those forget-me-not eyes of his that spelled confusion at her sudden actions. He was adorable when confused, he really was, like a puppy trying to jump the gap between the couch and the table and failing miserably.
"Shush, we finally have a quiet moment and I will personally decapitate you if I have to miss out on a chance to catch up!" she laughed, how long ago had she done that and shot him a look of amusement at his adorable look of pride on his face at her pathetic threats.
"You always did have a little pirate in you love!"