SO HEY. So contains drinking, mild language, Flirty!Emma, and yea that's about it for now. Please review, feedback would be wonderful!


Emma was drunk. A long night at the rabbit hole, drinking away her sorrows and dancing like a fool. The day had been rough, She had gotten into a fight with Mary Margaret and David, something petty. Henry was having trouble fitting in again. So what did Emma do? She got drunk off her ass. Leaving the bar near midnight, she had barely any comprehension of what she was doing. Her feet seemed to being fighting with the rest of her body, as she was stumbling back and forth along the sidewalk. But she knew where she was going. The docks. Soon enough she approached what she had been looking for. Hook's ship. The Jolly Roger. "Killian Jones!" She slurred loudly, climbing aboard the vessel. "Get your ass on deck." Emma snickered at her own words as the pirate left his chambers and approached. "What the hell are you doing, Swan?" He muttered, his voice tired. "I'm bored." She murmured with a smirk, biting her lip. "Entertain me." Her voice was sultry as she approached him, standing behind him and placing her hands on his shoulder. Killian's eyes widened slightly. "You're drunk." He said softly, shaking her hands off of him. "Where's your car, Emma?" Emma looked at him confused, shrugging her shoulders. "Who cares? Let's have some fun." She grinned mischievously. Killian sighed. "I'd drive you home, but obviously, love, we don't have a car right now. So you'll stay here for the night, and we'll find your car in the morning. Now if you'd excuse me, I need rest." He pushed her slightly out of the way, walking back toward his chambers. Emma followed close behind. "You're so boring." She teased in his ear. "I don't wanna rest." She whined. "That's too bad, love." He murmured, sliding into his bed. Emma frowned. "What's up with you? I thought you were totally into me." She bounced down onto the bed next to him. Killian looked up at her sadly. "I am. Which is why I'm not 'entertaining you'. Go to sleep." He looked away again. "That doesn't make sense." She huffed, smacking his shoulder lightly. "I think you're just a pansy." Killian shook his head. "Emma, if anything would happen between us, I want it to be me and you, not some version of you that can't see past her nose." he swallowed thickly, his voice trailing off near the end of the sentence. Emma played with the ends of her hair. "You know, the alcohol isn't what made me want to come here. It just made me brave enough to actually do it." She said softly, sliding down onto her back. "At least hold me." She whispered, turning onto her side. Killian sighed, a small smile creeping onto his face. He turn onto his side, draping his arm around her waist. Emma smiled, nuzzling her body back against his. "Good night, Killian." She whispered, before drifting off into sleep.