A continuation of 4x02 "White Out":
"Are you warm enough, Swan?"
Swaddled in three blankets. Four pairs of socks. A heater.
She still could hardly feel her fingertips.
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. You don't have to stay. I'm fine."
Killian eyed her with disbelief and sidled closer, his hand rubbing vigorously across her back.
"I can tell when you're fibbing, lass. Come, let's get you to bed. You should probably change into thicker clothing."
Emma smirked. The action hurt her lips, which were dry from the time spent in below freezing conditions. "What, so you can see me naked? I know that play, mate."
"I'll see your bare body when you wish me to, luv," sighed Killian. He helped her out of her chair, allowing her to grip his forearms for support, and gathered her blankets and followed her upstairs. Her parents had retired to bed about an hour before; a curtain was pulled around their "bedroom" to give the sense of privacy. Emma stumbled up the flight of stairs ahead of him, hugging herself and mumbling something about pirates and stubbornness.
He came to the top of the stairs a moment later to find Emma collapsed on top of the quilt in a fight to remove her boots.
She wasn't succeeding.
"Lass," chuckled the pirate. He dropped the blankets on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. "You could've asked for my assistance."
"I-I got I-it." Emma's half-frozen fingers fumbled again and again on the boot zipper.
"Here. Let me help."
Killian stopped her jumpy, fumbling hands by gripping her calf with his real hand and then yanking on the zipper with his hook. With both boots stashed aside and her jacket removed, Killian pulled back the quilt and Emma begrudgingly crawled in between and snuggled into her pillows with a shuddering sigh.
"How about now, Swan? Warm yet?"
She was still shivering. "Yeah. Toasty. You can go now, thanks."
Killian sighed again. Stubborn lass, he thought.
Without asking, without saying anything, he stood and took off his jacket, his boots, and his vest.
"W-what are you doing?" Emma whispered weakly as Killian crossed to the other side of the bed, barefoot and hook-free. He picked up the edge of the quilt and deftly got into the bed in one smooth movement.
"Helping you warm up."
Between the quilt and the sheets, with her freezing feet tucked against his, her hands balled into fists underneath his shirt, the savior princess gave into the longing and let herself nuzzle the pirate's scruffy cheek.
"Y-you don't have t-to do t-this."
"Nonsense. Wouldn't let you turn into an iceberg, luv."
"Thank you, K-Killian."
"Of course, Swan. I'd warm you up anytime."