Hello Captain Swan-shippers!
I know it's kinda trashy, but the muse of inspiration hasn't visited me yet. So just to get into the spirit, here are some scenes from movies in Captain Swan style!
the Jolly Roger (Originally: Han and Leia in Star Wars Episode V)
Killian saw that Emma had finished fixing the helm; she was having trouble with getting it into place. She was fidgeting, gritting between her teeth. He walked to her and bowed over to help her, but she pushed him away.
'Take it easy, Your Highness, I'm only trying to help.'
'Could you please stop calling me that?' She asked softly. She continued fighting the helm.
Killian was surprised by her soft tone. He had expected a sarcastic response or an awkward silence. Did she finally give up the battle of who would have to say the last words? 'Sure, Swan.' He said friendly.
'You make it quite difficult sometimes.' Said Emma and she peeked up at him shyly.
He couldn't deny that. 'Aye, that's right. You could be a little nicer though. Come on, admit it, sometimes you think I'm quite alright.'
Emma let go of the helm and rubbed her sore hand. 'Sometimes, when you're not acting like a scoundrel.'
'A scoundrel?' He laughed, mollified by her choice of words. 'I like the sound of that.
Without saying anything else, he grabbed her hand and gently started to massage it.
'Stop that.' Emma protested.
Killian didn't let go of her hand. 'With what?' He whispered.
Emma felt exited, embarrassed, confused…and a lot more, in that very moment. But her self-esteem took over. 'Stop it.' She said again. 'My hands are dirty.'
Killian smiled because of her weak excuse, but still kept holding her hand. His hook was chained around her wrist. 'My hand is dirty too, what are you afraid of?'
'Afraid?' She didn't look away. 'To get my hands dirty.'
'Is that why you're trembling so much?' He asked. Killian could see that his touch didn't leave her unmoved, and her expression was more gentle than he had ever seen.
'I think you like me because I'm a scoundrel.' He said. 'There aren't enough scoundrels in your life'. While he was softly talking to her, he gently pulled her closer.
Emma didn't push him away. She always knew that he was devilishly handsome, but…Damn. Her face was inches away from his. 'I happen to like nice men.' She whispered disapprovingly.
'And how am I not nice?' He smiled. Henry had peeked up from below deck and could observe the situation unnoticed.
'You are…' The savior whispered, 'but you...'
Before she could finish, Captain Hook brushed his lips against hers. She felt shivers run through her. He kissed her, so tender, yet so passionate. It was like a century passed when they finally let go of each other.
'Well, Captain' she said, her voice hoarse. 'I…'
She interrupted herself and almost aggressively, she kissed him again. He grabbed her head, stroking her hair, and she savored the slight taste of rum.
After another eternity, she gasped for air. The pirate and the princess had a few peaceful moments, before Emma stepped back and run off the dock. Killian stared at her, pensively, and then noticed a kind of grossed-out kid with dark hair.
'Come on, lad!' He called. 'Give me a hand with this thing.'
