THE PROMPT: in-spirational said: CS + 5 and 13 "Wait a minute, are you jealous?" and "Kiss me."
The pirate's eye roll was nothing short of spectacular. The man could emote with the slightest lift of an eyebrow, so his pupils heading skyward added a whole other element.
An element Emma had to admit she found ridiculously attractive. Though considering they stood in the middle of King Arthur's castle as the King himself sung the praises of her father's bravery, leading him to the honoured seat at the Round Table, it seemed wise to tone it down.
Emma leaned in close, the tang of his new coat in her nose, her hand on his arm. "What's with the attitude?" she whispered as his hand closed over hers.
"It's yet another impediment to our real purpose here, Swan," he hissed, his eyes flashing in annoyance. "More pomp and circumstance when what we need is action."
She wrapped an arm around Killian's waist, pulling herself tight against him, grateful that all eyes were on her father as he ran a hand along the back of the Siege Perilous, smiling proudly at the gathered crowd. David's eyes shone, at no time more noticeable than when he met the gaze of the King himself. The two men grinned widely at each other, grasping forearms as a sign of their new friendship.
Killian tensed beside her, his breath escaping his lips in a protracted hiss. Emma turned to look at him, seeing the frustration etched on his features, the tension in the muscles of his neck and shoulders. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the King, a tiny shake of his head accompanying another sigh.
"I fear your father is placing his trust hastily," he whispered to her. "What do we really know about Arthur?"
"Thousands of years worth of stories?" She ran her fingers lightly over his cheek, his scruff tickling the delicate skin, hoping to shake him from his mood, but she was rewarded only with the ghost of a smile before his face became pensive yet again.
As if sensing the tension, her brother began to cry, his high pitched wails echoing through the chamber. As her mother tried to soothe him, Killian nodded his approval. "Apparently the infant prince is not as easily swayed by an impressive chair and some ridiculous armour. Smart lad, that one. Shows real potential."
His voice, while muted so as not to be overheard, still dripped with disdain. Taking his face in her hands, Emma looked deep into his eyes, their usual sparkling blue darkened with emotion.
"Your father is a damn fool," he muttered. "Pretty words and a handsome face is all it takes to turn his head."
"Wait a minute." Emma pulled back from him, her hands sliding down his shoulders and coming to rest around his neck. "Are you jealous?" She grinned knowingly at him and he scoffed, his eyes once again rolling back expressively.
"Hardly, Swan. Why would I be envious of your father's love affair with this blowhard? He is free to be awestruck by whichever royal he wishes."
Emma stepped into him, pressing her body lightly against his, a sly smile on her lips. "If you say so, pirate. But when we get out of here you'd better kiss me. Just so I'm sure."