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Summary: After the celebration at Granny's, Emma and Killian stay at the diner alone together. She eventually falls asleep and he has to carry her up to bed.
Rated: TFSYHER for The Fluffiest Shit You Have Ever Read
The night seemed to pass by so quickly.
One minute everyone was cheering and laughing, and the next everyone was leaving, going to get some shut eye before the next evil threat blew its way into town.
But for some reason, Emma wasn't ready to sleep yet. Instead she was sitting at one of the booths, her head resting on her hands. Killian was sitting across from her, quietly drinking from his pint.
"Closin' up, you two," came Granny's voice from behind the counter.
Emma twisted around. "Do you mind if we stay for a little while? I can lock up for you."
Granny paused and looked at her for a good long minute before sighing. "Yes, I suppose you can. It's not like you haven't done it before. The spare keys are under the loose board of the steps out front," she said, shutting off the kitchen lights and heading through the back into her inn.
Once they were alone, Emma looked at Killian. She couldn't keep from grinning.
He felt her gaze on him and turned to face her, arching an eyebrow and smiling back. "What's the look for?" he wondered, drawing his pint to his lips.
"Nothing…" she replied softly, swirling her half-full mug of coco, the corners of her lips still tugged upwards. "I was just thinking…" she trailed off.
"Hmm?" Killian hummed as he set down his glass and wiped the foam from his stubble.
"Where do we go from here?" she finished somewhat shyly. She'd wanted to avoid the question, feeling as if it would only complicate things. But she couldn't help herself. She needed some sort of plan, some sort of insurance of the future.
"I don't know," he admitted. Then he smiled coyly. "We could just keep kissing for awhile."
She let out a giggle, something that almost shocked him. He still wasn't used to her being so happy, so bubbly. He loved it, despite how rare it once was. "Come here," she suggested with a simper. He tilted his head to the side as if wondering whether she was sure she- "Yes," she said, answering his unspoken question.
"As you wish." He smiled knowingly and stood up, sliding into her side of the booth and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "What do you think we should do about the future?" he decided to ask.
She let out a thin sigh and let her head fall onto his shoulder. They were both aware of each other's movements, taking in their presences and feeling the rhythm of their breaths. "I don't know. I wish I didn't have to think about it," she voiced, feeling her eyelids droop.
Killian looked into her eyes seriously, his own piercing blue ones threatening to drown her with their depth. "Who says we have to?" he inquired, his voice low.
"You mean you think we can just go along with it?"
"Aye," he replied, gently setting his head on top of hers. She felt her heart skip at the action. "'Whenever the water rises, the boat will rise too,'" he quoted, rubbing her arm gently with his hand. "We'll rise with the water, work with what we've been given."
Emma yawned, unaware of how sleepy she actually was.
Killian pursed his lips. "Would you like to go home- get some rest?" he asked.
She shook her head slightly, not wanting to move it from where it sat on him. "I just want to sit here," she whispered, too tired to speak up.
And so they sat for awhile, quietly, rising with the water. It was comfortable. It felt right.
After what didn't feel like very long to him but could have been hours (as the sun seemed to be rising), he turned to Emma. "We should probably get you to bed, love. It's late- or early, I imagine at this point." When she didn't reply, he lifted his head and pushed her slightly away from him so he could get a good look at her. "Swan?" he called softly.
She let out a breathless snore, her eyes dancing under her lids. She was dreaming.
He carefully inched his way out of the booth and slid his hand under her leg, holding her back and lifting her up and out of her seat. It was too late to bring her back to Snow and David's (who probably wouldn't be grateful if they woke up the baby), excluding the fact that Emma had the only key nearby and she was fast asleep. So he carried her up to his room at Granny's, setting her on the bed.
He settled himself in the chair by the far corner of the room and was about to let himself drift off into sleep when he heard Emma's voice.
"Come here," she muttered. She was still lying down with her eyes closed, but she knew he was raising his eyebrow at her. "Yes," she said again, answering his unspoken question once more.
"As you wish," he murmured, slowly getting up from his chair and settling next to her. He wrapped his arms around her sides and buried his face in her soft waves of golden hair.
They both drifted to sleep with smiles gracing their lips.
