What would Jimmy Buffett do?

A small Drabble because ENOUGH SNOW. Right?

"I cannot HANDLE this snow anymore!" Emma huffed back from the window to the chair at her desk, and pivoted around. The station was empty, and snow was falling heavily outside. Emma had told David to stay at home with the baby and Mary Margaret, and Killian was…who knows what Killian was doing. But as everyone was completely snowed in, for the third week in a row, there was no crime to be had. Emma leaned further back in her chair, and balanced a pencil on her forehead, arms outstretched as she made an effort to rotate in the chair without dropping it.
"Bored Swan?" Killian's voice echoed through the room, as Emma shot up, flinging the pencil at the bemused pirate's face. He swatted it away harmlessly with his hook, raising his eyebrows. "Easy love," he chuckled, striding in to give Emma a brief kiss on the lips, "I brought supplies!" From behind his back he procured a hot cocoa and a sandwich from Granny's.
Emma looked up at him gratefully, "Thank you," she said. Always so thoughtful. He shrugged off his jacket, throwing it on the coat rack in the station, and took a seat on the desk, stealing a chip from the greasy bag in front of him. Emma chewed silently on her sandwich. "Penny for your thoughts?" Killian asked.
Emma looked up at him sullenly. "Killian, I am going mad. There is just… too… Much… Snow." He laughed and patted her head. "I feel that is really saying something since we had an ice wall around this place for how long again?" he said with a grin.
Emma frowned, "At least there was something to do, or somewhere to go. I need a vacation…or at least, warmth! I want a warm sandy beach, and a tropical drink, and…"
"A pirate to keep you company?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow at her. She just smiled back at him.
Killian sprung from the desk and onto his feet, "Well love, looks like I have my work cut out for me." He kissed the top of her head and walked to get his coat.
"You're leaving?" Emma asked, mouth full. "What the hell? You just got here!" He grinned at her as he headed for the door, "Come by later Swan!" he called behind him. Emma slumped at her desk. Winter sucked.

Emma shut down the station at 5:00, even though every fiber in her body wanted to scoot sooner than that. She wrapped herself in her leather jacket, and trudged the short walk to Granny's… although it took her a bit longer than usual. Boots and skinny jeans were a bad combination with this snow, which was almost over her knees by the time she left, and she was caked in it by the time she made it to the back staircase. She needed a drink at Granny's to warm up, but the thought of pirate arms warming her up instead diverted her up the stairwell to his room.
As she climbed the stairs she heard the faint melody of what sounded like Jimmy Buffet floating down the hallway. She made it to Killian's door, where there was no mistaking the fact the tropical tunes were, in fact, coming from his room. She knocked cautiously on the door, not knowing what to expect. The door swung open and heat radiated out from it.
"Jesus Christ Killian…how far do you have the heater turned up?" He pulled her into the room, eager puppy dog look on his face. "It's only because you're not dressed appropriately Swan!" Emma stood wide-eyed as Killian was wearing board shorts and a very very oversized Hawaiian shirt.
"What the hell are you wearing?" she deadpanned, as he rid her of her jacket, and started ridding her of her boots. "My dear, you wanted a vacation, so a vacation is what I am giving you!" He placed a pair of sunglasses on her face, and held up an incredibly small bikini with his hook. "You have clothes too."
Usually, Emma would give a big hell no to wearing anything that small, but in this case, she couldn't help but laugh. "Alright Pirate, gimme that." She snatched the bathing suit away from him, and headed to the bathroom to change, getting a slap on her ass on the way. Emerging a few moments later, she twirled about in front of him. "How's this?" she asked.
Killian was playing bartender in the corner on the luggage rack when she came out and he stopped mid-pour, jaw open. Quickly putting down the bottle of rum, he sauntered towards her, dropping his sunglasses down his nose to take her in. "Very good form," he mumbled as he ran his hand down her side and pulled her to him for a kiss.
"Where did you get this bikini from?" Emma whispered against his mouth. He smiled back at her, "I have my ways." She shook her head slightly, "Ruby?" He chuckled as they pulled apart, and he made his way back to his makeshift bar. "The lass has more clothes than she knows what to do with!" She chuckled and stretched out on the bed, actually enjoying the muggy heat of the room.
"And that, uh, festive shirt?" she inquired. Killian did a little jig holding two glasses of what she could only assume were some sort of tropical drink. "Oh do you like it Swan? This one comes courtesy of a certain Grumpy dwarf. Who knew?" Emma burst into laughter again, and Killian snickered as he settled himself on the bed next to her.
"Can I interested you in some refreshments?" he cooed to her, handing her a cocktail. Emma took a sip, and her eyebrows rose. "This is really good Killian. But also, really strong. Are you trying to get me drunk sir?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye playfully. Killian looked at her with mock hurtfulness. "Why, I would never!"

A few drinks later, Killian was shirtless, they were both giggling at the music selections that he had evidently also gotten from Ruby. Emma was still giggling, head on Killian's chest, when he looked down at her with sudden concern. "What?" Emma asked, her giggles suddenly ceasing.
"Why Swan, I think you are getting sunburned out here!" Killian rubbed her shoulders with concern, before flipping her over on her stomach. She rolled her eyes, but then he procured a tube of tanning oil. Or some sort of oil at least…
"Let me get your back," he growled as he straddled her, eagerly pouring oil down Emma's back, and she hissed at the sudden coldness against her now warm skin. "Sun protection is important," Killian whispered in her ear as he rubbed the oil into her tight muscles, and she groaned with relief.
After what seemed like forever, Emma rolled onto her back again, completely relaxed, with Killian still straddling her. "Thank you, " she said, and pulled him down for a kiss, mumbling into his lips "this is exactly what I needed."
Killian grinned against her skin as he kissed down her neck, "Anytime Swan…anytime."