Prompt: "I would like to read something like, Killian is sick, like having a cold and emma say something like that.. "I've told you so" that he should close his.. ehm.. shirt.. fic prompt.. Idk.. if you written it so far :) or something like that"
The beautiful snow fell gently to the streets, covering Storybrooke in a white blanket. It was a perfectly calm and peaceful town, at the moment. After defeating the Wicked Witch everyone seemed to have fallen into a domestic life, living as normal as they could until the next villain attacked. But for the moment, it was nice.
Soft snow crunched under Emma's feet as she walked the path towards Granny's diner. On a cold day as today, she knew that everyone would be huddled there in the warmth, sharing stories and sipping hot chocolate. The joys of living in a small town.
The doorbell jingled as she entered the crowded establishment, her eyes scanning the room as she dusted the white flakes from her red leather jacket and black scarf. She wouldn't admit it out loud but she was looking for someone. Him.
After defeating the Wicked Witch with True Love's Kiss the pair had aptly avoided each other for some time. But again, there is one disadvantage to living in a small town – it is almost impossible to avoid someone. So, although neither liked to admit it at first, they fell into a routine of sorts; meeting each other for lunch, walks hand in hand along the docks, late movie nights spent cuddling on the couch. And just like everything else in the town lately, it felt oddly normal.
She spotted him sitting in the corner booth, his back to her, yet she could see a steaming cup of hot chocolate in his hand. Smiling, she made her way over to the pirate. Her pirate.
"Good morning, Killian," she spoke, her voice more cheery that it had ever been as she slid into the booth across from him. He gave a short grunt in response. Confused, she looked up to meet his eyes. Oh.
His normally blue eyes were swollen, pink, and puffy. He sniffled before loudly sneezing into the corner of his elbow, obviously avoiding eye contact with her. Killian groaned a few more times, his stuffed nose not allowing him to breathe properly, before he found himself in another coughing fit.
"Are you okay?" Emma questioned, concern written across her face as she reached across the table to take his hand in hers.
He gave a short grunt in response. "It seems as though I'm a tad bit under the weather at the moment, Swan."
"You're sick," she deadpanned, as more of a statement than a question. And even though she was concerned for the pirate, she let out a short sarcastic laugh.
He arched his eyebrows in response. "You mock my pain, love?"
A sly smirk graced her face as she let go of his hand and crossed her arms across her chest proudly. "All I have to say is 'I told you so'."
"Excuse me?" he murmured before breaking into another round of coughing. She waited for his coughing to subside before responding.
Pointing to his exposed chest, she smugly exclaimed, "I told you to button up or you were going to get sick. Which you then proceeded to state that pirates never get sick, even in ten degree weather. Looks like I was right after all."
Another groan escaped Killian before he laid his forehead down on the table in mock defeat. Emma just gave another giggle before rising from her seat and moving to the other side of the booth next to Killian. Wrapping her arms around him she soothingly rubbed up and down his leather clad back.
"I'm sorry," she quietly whispered into his ear, tinged with redness from both sickness and embarrassment.
He moved his head from its place on the table to look her in the eyes. "It's okay, Swan. I should have listened to you. You certainly know this realm better than I do."
Giving him a small, concerned smile she began to unwrap the black scarf that was tied neatly around her neck. "Here," she chuckled, moving the scarf from her neck and tying it snugly around his, positioning it to cover part of his exposed chest. When he raised his eyebrow in question, she simply responded, "So you won't be cold anymore."
He nodded, trying to force a smile across his face, sniffling once again in the process. "Thank you, love."
Settling her head against his shoulder, she felt him intertwine their fingers and she sighed happily. "Anytime, Killian."