Author's Note: Hi all! Welcome to a little prompt challenge that I decided to indulge in. Inspired by a post on Twitter with 85 ways to convey love without necessarily saying "I love you," I decided to write a drabble a day (or that's the goal) for our pirate and our savior until I complete the list. Most will be between about 100-500 words and will all be rated T or below. I think this will be a fun venture; I'm looking forward to sharing it with you all! Thank you so much for reading!
Prompt: "Pull over. Let me drive."
"Killian, you're going too—"
Thud.
"—fast."
The Volkswagen hopped the curb where its tires ran too closely against it, giving the couple a terrible jolt as it rocked unevenly. A half-second later it rediscovered the ground again, hitting the street with an awful, creaking noise. Killian glanced sideways at his love, wincing. Emma smiled at him.
"I think that's enough practice for today," she told him, touching his forearm. "Pull over. Let me drive for a while."
"I don't bloody get it," grumbled Killian. His boot hovered heavily against the accelerator and the yellow Bug lurched forward unceremoniously, throwing the two back against their seats. "How can such a tiny little vessel be difficult to captain?"
"You're getting better," Emma told him, her voice less than reassuring. He looked at her, brows hiked up as if to ask: Do you really think I believe you? She grinned at him, opened her mouth to speak, but a shriek of his name came out instead. "KILLIAN!"
He jerked his eyes back to the road, to the glaring red light hanging over Main Street that he swore was green just a moment ago. Killian pounded the break and Emma's car skidded to a stop halfway into the intersection. A dark-colored work truck zoomed past them, its horn dragging on for a long moment. Emma was sure the driver gestured rudely at them as he flew by.
"Pretty sure that was Grumpy," she said flatly.
"Bloody fantastic, I've been outmaneuvered by a dwarf," Killian groaned.
"Only on the road," Emma reminded him. She leaned over the center console, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The hand she kept tight on his forearm slipped to his wrist, then to his hand; her fingers filled up the gaps between his. She squeezed him reassuringly, then guided his hand to the gear shift. "C'mon, I'll get us some ice cream."
He pouted at her.
"Peppermint?"
"Anything for my pirate," Emma said, beaming up at him with a mischievous smile. "Just let me drive so we actually get there in one piece."
He looked her over a moment, considering. Killian's fingers tangled with Emma's and he awkwardly shifted the car into park, not wanting to sacrifice any of their closeness to make the motion easier. The Bug rolled easily into park and as it did, he kissed her softly. She returned it eagerly, whispering love to his lips, for a long second forgetting—or maybe not caring—that they were parked in the middle of Main Street.
Their mouths worked together until the need for breath overcame their need for each other. Killian clutched Emma's hand and brought over the other to comb back her hair with his hook. He looked down at her, their foreheads together still as labored gasps of air escaped their lips.
"As you wish, my love."