Hi Folks,
This is a multiple chapters fanfiction about captainswan. let's be honest, they are the best.
Hopefully, you'll read and like this chapter and what's coming.
x, lex.
Emma was sitting at the table in the kitchen, eating breakfast while Killian was still sleeping in her room, her bed. People would think that her parents were crazy to let them sleep together when they were only 17, but Emma and Killian had never done anything more than hug and peck each others on the lips. They never talked about it, and frankly, Emma never thought about that.
She was eating her bowl of cereal as always when she felt hands on her shoulder, she looked up and saw Killian smiling down at her. She smiled back and laced her fingers with his. He bent down and kissed her forehead.
- Good morning.
- Hey, sleepyhead.
He sat next to her, and start eating the pancakes Mary-Margaret had made earlier. They were eating in content silence, not bothering to fill in. They've known each other forever, neighbours, then friends until Tink made a comment about how they were already acting like a couple. Holding hands, hugging, sharing secrets, talking all the time, meeting each other family. The only thing they weren't doing was kissing, and now they did, well barely.
She finished her breakfast before him, and let her head fall on his shoulder. She smiled as his arm automatically came around her, hugging her closer. She was weirdly quiet even for her. Killian knew that but he didn't want to bother or push her. He turned his head and kissed her forehead again, squeezing her arm.
- I love you.
She smiled at him, humming in response because she wasn't open with words like he was but it didn't bother him, because he knew her as much as he knew himself. She looked up when he put his forks on his plate, looking at his profile, a small smile on her lips.
- Do you remember the first time we kissed?
- You mean, do I remember how you literally crashed into my chest after you fell in the stairs ? Or the first kiss we shared a kiss while playing truth or dare with all of our friends ?
She could see the mischief and laugh in his eyes while he was watching her and she laughed, nudging him.
- No, Silly. I was talking about our real kiss. You know ? The one in my room after watching all the Harry Potter's movies? How you looked at me, and just went for it.
He hummed just before closing his lips on hers, exactly how it happened all these years ago. She could feel his tongue licking her upper lips while she moaned slightly. They've never done more than kissing. Sometimes, when she saw their friends kissing or "making out" as they called it, She could feel herself blush. She never thought about any of that, like never. It's not like Killian wasn't attractive or anything but she did not want to change anything in their relationship. It seems like Killian didn't want her that way or he would have tried something, right?
- Of course, I remember. I was so scared of your reaction at this time, and now I feel so stupid because look where we are.
She giggled and hide her face in his chest, looping her arms around his torso. She looked up after some times and pressed her forehead to his, smiling.
- Even I was scared of my reaction, after what Tink said I couldn't stop thinking about you, about us so I talked to Mom and I didn't know how to handle any of this but I wanted to be with you.
Killian pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, laughing quietly. Emma could feel his fingers, playing with her hair but that was not a surprise since he was always playing with it as if his hand was glued to it.
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Killian had just left the kitchen when Mary-Margaret entered the room, smiling at her daughter. She came and kissed the top of her head, squeezing her shoulder.
- Do you have everything for this weekend ?
Emma rolled her eyes but smiled anyway because that was how her mom was. She was a worrier.
- Mom, you guys are the ones leaving the house. Killian and I are just hanging at home, we've done it before.
Her mom laughed at the sarcastic response. She took the mug she made herself before seating in front of her daughter. She took a deep breathe and hoped that all of that wouldn't break the relationship with Emma.
- As much as I like to know you guys are ready, I wasn't talking about that…I have no idea how to engage in this discussion but I, kind of, feel like I have to since you never talked to me about it.
Mary-Margaret could almost see how Emma's brain was trying to understand which way the discussion was going to go. She frowned and looked up to her mom, a questioning glance. Emma was completely lost. She didn't understand what her mother was talking about. All she wanted was for her mother to spill it out because she hated when people weren't direct.
- Come on, mom.
Mary-Margaret smiled and looked down, fidgeting with her rings. She had no idea how to speak about that to her daughter. Not that she didn't trust her to make the right decision and all of that, but she didn't understand why
- Mmh.. how are things with Killian ? Intimately…
Emma just stared at her mom. She didn't know how to respond because clearly the only intimacy they shared was sleeping in the same bed or the only time they could see each other body was at the beach. She was clearly blushing if the heat in her cheeks was any indication but she wasn't embarrassed or at least she didn't think she was. They didn't do anything wrong.
- What do you mean, mom? You know everything that's going on between Killian and I.
- Emma, don't get me wrong but haven't you ever done something sexual with Killian ?
She didn't want to sounds so shocked but she was. How could two teenagers didn't even tried anything? She couldn't understand. She really wanted to hear what Emma has to say about it.
- Mmh no, Mom, we didn't. You know I tell you everything. Is it wrong? Should we do stuffs?
Mary-Margaret smiled at her daughter and shook her head. Her beautiful daughter was such an innocent person, always thinking of the worst.
- You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I was just wondering, because that's what teenagers do. They tried new things with their partners. But it's totally fine if you don't want to do anything.
Mary-Margaret could see how Emma was starting to panic and that she needed space and time by herself. She got up, squeezed her hand and left the room, leaving Emma alone to deal with her thoughts and what she wanted to do with them.
Emma had no idea how to process what her mom just told her. Yes, she and Killian have been together forever but never had she thought about actually doing what her mom talked about. She had imagined some of them, and how she find him attractive but she didn't know it was an actual thing to do that only for pleasure.
She needed to deal with that information the way she always did, talking about it with Killian. He always understood her on a deeper level and she wasn't scared with him.
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- Killian.. ?
She waited for him to look up and see her before continuing. She was clearly uncomfortable, so he turned to her and took her hand, squeezing lightly.
- …Why haven't we done anything more than kiss and hug ? I mean.. It's not like I want to or anything. I don't want us to change but I talked to Mom, well she talked to me but whatever. Why haven't we had sex or anything close to that ? I just want to know if this is me ? don't you find me beautiful ?
Killian was looking at her and after some time, he let go of her hand. He could see the exact moment where Emma started to close herself and he just pulled her on his laps, holding her against him. He gave her time. Her breathing under control again, he took hold of her face and look straight into her eyes.
- Love, deep breathe first, and let's talk about this, together.
He pressed his forehead against hers and fell onto the bed with her still on his lap. He let his hands fall in her hair. He knew what he wanted to say but how? How could he say that he had wanted her since the first day but was to scared and then the the fear turned into shyness, because how could he say that he wanted to try but had no idea how to do it?
- What do you say love, let's try, together.