I wrote these a while back and they have been living on my tumblr. I want to post them here because I had this sudden fear of my tumblr glitching out and at least this way, its in 2 places. I might be adding to them eventually, I reallyreally love this trope.

This first one was written right before the season 3 finale when we didn't know what was happening yet :) We had just seen the ballroom dance promos and knew CS was going to be falling into the time portal. Everything else was a mystery.

Set after the ballroom dance from the promos, here you go! Captain Swan "oops we have to share a bed" fluff trope!

There are cuddles 3 Enjoy~

Of course. This is just perfect. The only room left in this entire town had just a single bed. Midas's announcement ball had brought in a huge crowd and they had no where else to stay. They were not going back to camp in the woods. It was already getting dark and the weather outside was a bit chilly anyhow. The leaves would be falling soon.

She was still wearing the brilliant red dress and Killian still wore his suit. His rather attractive and handsome suit. They had danced casually all evening and she had to say it was enjoyable. They had went to the ball to spy on Charming and to make sure he was still properly rejecting Abigail's advances. Emma and Killian had been a bit tense at first but as the night went on she found herself flirting back with him lightly and truly having fun. She felt like a real princess for the very first time. He looked happier than she had seen him in weeks. She knew her face had been beaming just as widely.

Now though, she looked frustrated and he was trying not to smirk. He would be happy with this arrangement.

3… 2… 1.. "Looking forward to spending the night pressed against me in rapture, Swan?" She had been waiting for him to make a remark and right on time, he delivers. He had the same ecstatic look from the dance and she almost hated to shoot him down.

"Think again pirate, one of us is going to be enjoying the floor." Yep, his face faltered slightly but he recovered quickly. Impressive.

"Well, as the gentleman, I must allow the lady use of the bed then." He said. "However I must inform you that I will be sleeping nude." Emma actually let out a loud laugh at that.

"Suit yourself. You won't get any blankets either. Hope you like the cold." Honestly she had missed their playful banter back in Storybrooke. Things have been so.. complicated recently. He chuckled and tossed her the bag that had some of her old clothing in it. She would sleep in her tank-top and probably just her underwear. Not like they had packed nightgowns when they fell through the portal or had the space in their bags to cart them around.

"That hurts, lass." he feigned indignation. Emma now had her back to him and was reaching around feeling for the laces to get out of her dress. Killian laughed again and said "Need some help undressing? I can be of.. assistance." She rolled her eyes but she kinda did need someone to untie the back.

"Actually yes. Untie this contraption. I have no idea how women in this realm are able to get in and out of these damn dresses without an army." He moved towards her and undid her lace quickly with one hand. She felt him step away and knew he would be turned around by now. 'Good form' and all. She slipped out of the dress and let it fall to the ground, then pulled on her tank-top. Finishing, she gathered up the dress and held it up, trying to decide where to hang it or what to do with it. It really was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful thing she had ever owned.

"Are you decent yet or are we both sleeping nude?" His tone was still teasing and flirty.

"Yes, im decent." She saw a robe hanging from a hook and figured that would do. Hearing her pull the robe on and hang up the red dress, he turned around again. His smoldering smirk had returned

"If you wanted me to ogle you Emma, all you had to do was ask you know." His voice had dropped back to the teasing tone. She had to admit it was kinda hot. He would never hear that, of course. She didn't even bother gracing that with a reply and instead moved towards the bed. She tossed one blanket and lumpy pillow onto the ground while he was shrugging off his coat and boots. He pulled off all his clothes save a loose white shirt and black pants. She saw him eyeing the pillow and blanket on the ground and suddenly felt bad. She walked and picked them back up, laying them on the bed as they should be. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You aren't sleeping on the ground." Lord help her. She was going to be a nervous wreck if she had to lay so close to him all night but she had already made her decision. His smug, satisfied look told her everything she needed to know. He wouldn't be just letting this go.

"Ah, what would your father say, if he knew his daughter were sharing a tiny bed with a pirate in such indecent attire…" She saw his gaze traveling down her body to her legs and she had to suppress a shiver. She blew out the lamp sitting on the tiny table and room was plunged into darkness. Lets see him 'ogle' her now.

"David would probably laugh at the pirate because he doesn't blush at the sight of a woman's legs." Emma teased back and pulled down the covers and climbed into the bed. He paused for a second to remove his hook before climbing in the other side. Here we go. He remained silent and she suddenly wondered what he was thinking. It had been a long past few days of following her parents to keep Zelena away from them. They had been sleeping for only a few hours at a time and had slept in turns, in their clothing, so they might move in a hurry. He was probably tired.

The bed was smaller than she thought because her shoulder was touching his. The blankets were rather thin and scratchy as well. Really this was a shitty bed. She squirmed a bit to get comfortable. Nope. God she wished for the soft, full beds of Storybrooke. He still hadn't moved much since climbing in. Maybe he really was nervous. They lay in semi-tense silence for a bit before he turned onto his side to face her as if he had decided something. He exhaled and then reached over her to grab hold of her arm. She tried to squint to see what he was doing and opened her mouth to say something but then he pulled hard and suddenly she was awkwardly pinned to his chest, one arm stuck under her.

She froze. "Hook, what on earth do you think are you doing?" she said, entire body tense. One of his arms was holding her to him in this weird position.

"What are you talking about? I am simply getting comfortable." and he said no more. His voice was soft this time. He just wanted to sleep like this, she realized. She started to sit up and extract herself from his grip but then stopped for a second. Actually, fuck it. He was warm, the room was getting chilly, the bed was small, and a part of her wanted this anyway. They had been flirting and getting closer all night(more like all week), and she was lying if she said it was all him. Instead of sitting up completely she adjusted herself and shrugged out of the itchy robe tossing it aside, then laid back down. This time resting her head on his chest and draping one arm lightly over him. She pushed her body completely against his. If they were going to do this, she might as well do it thoroughly. She didn't say anything else and hoped he wouldn't either.

Killian waiting until she had settled and then wrapped both arms around her. He actually sighed and she felt his entire body relax and go soft. If she had looked up she would have seen the satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Instead Emma relaxed as well and let him hold her close. He pulled her a little tighter and she couldn't help but to nuzzle a bit more into his side. She listened to the steady beat of his heart and felt his warm breath in her hair and actually felt content.

She had wanted this. Now that it seemed they really wouldn't be getting home to Storybrooke anytime soon, she was glad it was Killian she was stuck with. The moment he had followed her through the portal she could have cried. She thought she had gone through alone but he had chased her just like he said he would. All their other problems seemed petty now. He was here. With her. No matter how many times she thought they were going to be separated he always came back. She was so grateful she didn't have the words to tell him, and instead hugged him lightly. Emma hoped he knew how much he meant to her recently and she had a feeling he did.

She closed her eyes, feeling more safe and peaceful than she had in many years. Right before she gave in to sleep, she heard him murmur "good night, Emma," and then vaguely processed the slight pressure of his lips in her hair. She drifted off and told herself she hadn't sighed contentedly into his chest, completely happy to spend the rest of her nights with her pirate as long as it could be like this