Emma tightened her grip on him, telling herself it was because she was cold but really to bring them closer together. Us. Us was still new, but she liked us. Us was scary, us was breathtaking, us was...
Us was happy.
"You know," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder, "I'm surprised you were so calm about my parents barging in like that."
"It was bound to happen eventually," Killian replied. "I'm more surprised it hasn't happened sooner than this."
She shifted a little, getting a better look at him. "Yeah, but... what happened to the pirate captain? I'm sure he would have made them walk the bloody plank," she said, her terrible imitation of his accent making her grin.
His mouth worked, jaw clenched briefly. "I can't say I recall the last time I ever made someone walk the plank, love."
"Not even when they interrupted a - what did you call it? - nightcap?"
This time she could see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. "Some extra labor hours, less nights off. Finding volunteers for a pirate crew is harder than you think, love, I couldn't just replace them on a whim."
She dug her chin in a bit further. "Not a lot of interest in peg legs, parrots, and getting to say "arrr, matey" back in the Enchanted Forest, huh?"
She stifled a giggle at the look of exasperation he worked so hard to keep off his face. She needled him a bit further. "The wenches had to be a plus on the benefits list," Emma said. "Lots of ports to drop anchor in... Come on, how many times did you ask a barmaid to find out why your Roger was so Jolly?"
Killian finally sighed and grinned down at her. "You're bloody awful at that, you know."
She didn't snuggle into his shoulder, but it's not her fault he was so warm and comfortable. "You love it," Emma retorted.
For a heart-stopping minute she realized what she'd said and wondered how he might reply, but he just tries to shrug her off of him instead, still grinning. "You'll do, Swan."
I can't believe I didn't post this anywhere else. I wrote this back in March on Tumblr.