A/N - Hello all! It's been forever and a day since I posted anything to this account. I've taken to doing short drabbles on Tumblr and I never manage to transfer them over here. But when I had the idea for this little drabble series, I told myself I could only do it if I was responsible and posted it here as well. The following is a 26 chapter picture of Captain Swan domesticity that my brain craves. No chapter is going to be longer than 1000 words and some will probably be much shorter. I'm posting the first two at once and I'm going to try for one every day until we hit Z. But for now, we begin at A. Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think!

A is for Agitation

In the two weeks since Killian had moved into her apartment, Emma had already learned so much about him. Things she never knew because she never really had the chance. Most of it made sense, like him waking with the sun like he would have on his ship for all those years. Some things surprised her, like his off-key singing of songs he must have heard from Henry's iPod while he was in the shower. The thing that stood out the most about her pirate though, was his affinity for cleanliness and order.

It was another thing that made sense to Emma once she thought about it. He was a captain. On a ship at sea, order saved lives and cleanliness kept away disease. It was a fantastic piece of him that made her love him more. She had always kept a relatively neat place herself, so it seemed like a matching part of their personalities.

At first.

But Emma realized quickly her relative neatness was no match for his borderline-OCD neatness. They would walk in together after a long day, she would kick off her shoes at the door and lay her jacket across the back of a chair, and by the time she turned to face him, her jacket would be on the coat rack - that he apparently bought - and he would have disappeared to their room with her shoes. It was actually adorable.

At first.

Then, she caught a glimpse of Killian's face once as he was picking up after her. He seemed almost annoyed. Which didn't sit well with her at all. She didn't want him to be agitated with her at all, but she certainly didn't want him holding things inside. Moving in together had been a huge step forward in their relationship and she didn't want the momentum to stop. She wanted him to vent, so she did her best to force him the next day.

"Home sweet home," she muttered, turning to him as she took off her jacket and staring at him as she laid it across the chair. His nostrils flared slightly and he swallowed. She was sure his right eye even twitched slightly. Then, he reached for her jacket and she intercepted him. "What are you doing?"

"Retrieving your jacket," he answered, staying calm despite his obvious need to get the jacket to the coat rack.

"Why?" she wondered.

"To hang it up," Killian supplied.

"You don't think I can hang up my own jacket?" Emma pressed.

"I think there is evidence to support that notion, Swan," he mumbled, eyes falling to the jacket on the chair, and she smiled. His eyes met her face again and his brow knit in confusion. "That makes you happy?"

"Hearing you admit that you don't like my jacket habit does," she nodded.

"Is that so?" She nodded again and he shook his head, trying to reach around her for her jacket. "Well, in that case I've some lovely things to say about how you make the bed."

"Good," she laughed, smiling again, which brought out a smile from him.

"What's causing that smile?" Killian asked, seeming to have - finally - forgotten the jacket.

"Your honesty." As soon as she said it, his smile departed and hers followed. He took a deep breath, considering her carefully. She reached up to palm his cheek and her gesture seemed to comfort him.

"You and Henry live differently than what I'm accustomed to," he began. "I'm trying to adapt, and many things have been easy. I believe the Friday night pizza tradition to be the work of a genius." He smirked then and she gave him a fake glare that made him chuckle lightly. "I dunno how you feel, but I always found you and I to be like two ships that were trying to coordinate, but had trouble going the same speed. But we mastered that. And now we've merged into one vessel with two captains with different missions in mind."

"You want to keep the vessel clean and I want the crew to be happy," Emma surmised.

"Aye," he agreed.

"Well, I'm the captain who's failing if you're frustrated by my jacket placement and bed making skills and probably twenty other cleaning related things," she replied.

"Nay, this is your home. You can do as you wish."

"It's our home now," Emma corrected. "And we'll master this single vessel thing, too. We just have to give it time and learn to compromise."

"Compromise how?" Killian wondered.

"I'll hang up my jacket if you let me keep my shoes by the door until we go to bed for the night." He seemed totally confused why she would ever want or need her shoes by the door, but with one final glance at her jacket he nodded to accept her terms. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled back before her lips could hit their target.

"Your jacket, love." His smile as he said it let her know he was mostly joking, so she exaggerated her movements as she hung the jacket on the rack.

"When did you buy that thing, anyway?" she asked.

"Day after I moved in," he smiled, lips reaching for her this time. She let the kiss last three seconds before breaking away and heading for their bedroom, shoes in hand. "It's only half past seven, I thought you were only taking your shoes to the bedroom when we were headed there for the remainder of the night?"

"That's right," Emma answered, smirking at him as her plans registered and a smile bloomed on his face. He locked the front door and flipped off the lights, chasing her into their captain's quarters.