Ok, guys, this is my first ever fanfic! No need to be kind, lemme have it as far as reviews, lol! I kept it really short but I like the idea and if you guys like it too then this will just be the first chapter of something that will hopefully be a bit longer. THANK YOU!

Prompt: Killian discovers the joy of post-its.

-Chapter 1-

Morning Surprises

Sunlight assaults lazy, half-opened eyes as Emma begins to rouse from a long night of fitful sleep. Decent rest seems hard to come by ever since she's started sleeping at Granny's in the small town of Storybrooke, Maine. It's no wonder she wakes with clenched teeth to a crumpled, tossed about bed and the feeling that she had never slept at all. There is only crisis after crisis to be found here in this place and her newly discovered son, Henry, in the midst of it all. Needless to say, she's been stressed.

As she begins to stretch her long arms and moan grumpily at the morning light for waking her she notices that something feels, well, not quite right. Opening her eyes fully doesn't seem to relieve the fuzziness of her morning vision; neither does blinking. A yellow, cloudy haze is blocking her view and… tickling her nose?

Emma scrunches her nose in frustration as she slowly brings her hand up to the center of her face and then nervously flicks away, what she hypothesizes to be, the offending problem. A sound like smacking paper and a feeling of sticky release from her forehead is the result of the flick and the yellow blurry thing floats like a wayward feather to the oak-colored wooden floor below her bed.

Slowly peering over the edge of her mattress, Emma fully expects to yelp like a little kid over the sight of some unsightly bug that has been sleeping on her face all night but what she discovers instead is not at all creepy but, rather, confusing. A square little post-it lies face down on the floor, sticky side up, with a barely noticeable indentation of words poking out from the message on the other side. Furrowing her brow, Emma picks up the yellow note and scrunches her still sleepy eyes to view what it has to divulge.

The writing is blotted, slanted and gorgeous. It looks like a script from long ago when penmanship was a practiced art form to be proud of. It takes her a moment to decipher what the message is trying to tell her. The words look far too beautiful to comprehend and she is used to only the chicken-scratch of modern day handwriting but slowly she begins to read:

{Your ass looks great in those knickers, Swan.}

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Killian is all smiles as he languidly sips from his steaming black coffee at the counter of Granny's diner. He's been there for about an hour, chatting away with Ruby and flattering Granny who tries to act like she isn't warming up to the pirate but Killian can see through her tough exterior quite clearly; her blushes are hard to hide from him. He knows women, they are all different in so many ways, but honestly, tell a lass about all the things that make her beautiful and she'll melt every time and every woman has something that makes her uniquely so. Granny is no exception. There was but one woman who seemed to defy this rule of melting and that was the very woman Killian was attempting to casually wait for.

"Any minute now…" Killian thought as he glanced at the clock on the forest papered walls of the diner. He knew she woke at the same time every weekday to go to work because he observed her every move. Well, nearly her every move because there were just some parts of her room that didn't have big enough windows.

"When had that started happening?" He mused to himself with a devilishly handsome smirk. He knew the answer, though. It was the moment he saw her beautiful, frowning face; his Emma Swan.

Almost as if she were manifested from his thoughts, he could hear her gorgeous boot covered feet heavily making a bee-line for his section of the counter.

Killian futilely attempted to hold back a smile as the most delicate looking, porcelain hand angrily slapped down in front of him on the stainless steel countertop shaking the bar a little as it hit. Damn was she ever fearsome and he loved when she showed this side of herself!

Taking his time, he took another sip of his hot, bitter drink and then placed it on the counter far away from her, leaning dramatically down the stainless steel to make a point, as if she would knock it over with her brutal slapping hands. Then as he came back to sit squarely on his stool, he began to trail his eyes leisurely up her slender arm, unhurriedly across the beautiful roundness of her breasts and finally, slowly up her creamy neck to her breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her eyes were an amazing sea-green color that reminded him of the most exotic waters he'd ever sailed to. He wanted to weigh anchor in those eyes and never leave. They were particularly brilliant at the moment and Killian could easily discern why. Emma was always an open book to him but never more so than when she was angry and right now she was as clear as crystal to read. She was pissed. Did he just hear her growl?

Make that seething.

She pulled her hand off of the counter to reveal his secret message to her, written on a now wrinkly and smeared post-it note. What a delight these little sticky papers were! He was so excited to have learned of their existence and their many, many uses. One of which was coming to fruition before his very eyes: his very own disgruntled Swan.

"What in the fuck do you think you are doing breaking into my room and writing perverted messages on my-"

Before she started teaching the patrons a whole new vocabulary of curses, Hook placed a hand over mouth. To say that she was shocked would have been an understatement but at least she was shocked into silence and that's all he needed at the moment. He hadn't quite expected here to get so rowdy so quickly. He wanted to keep their rowdiness private so that only he may enjoy the way he riled her up.

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