A/N: First of the indefinite CS/Lieutenant Duckling drabbles/oneshots to come! May post "stuck" and "how to be flexible" later. Enjoy this little Lieutenant Duckling one :)

Prompts-Send to my tumblr, as-you-wishlove

Disclaimer: I do not, sadly, own Killian or Emma. Pity :c

A little black haired boy came bounding toward Emma, covered in soot and filth, but she felt a smile rising to her face as soon as she caught a glimpse of the soiled figure.

"Emma, Emma! I want you to feel this!" An overeager Killian beamed at the princess, who couldn't decide whether to be amused or annoyed at her friend. However, she couldn't ignore the way he smiled and how it made Emma's heart quicken, a sensation she only ever felt with the young stable boy in training (or when she was under pressure).

"Killy, what? What is it?" She unconsciously took a step forward, looking as lovely as ever to those who looked on, with a curious yet sweet expression in her eyes that added to the appeal of her childish glow.

"Just feel it!" Killian stuck out his bony chest proudly, almost falling over in the attempt and causing the sound of his and Emma's giggles to fill the courtyard until tears watered from both their eyes. "Emmma! Pleeease!" he protested weakly, regaining control of his emotions after a few minutes of laughing.

"Wait, Killy, why?" As Emma looked at him curiously, the stable boy in training could no longer resist temptation and grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest before Emma could process what he was doing.

Shocked and breathless from the sudden movement by her companion, the princess had to wait a moment before she could focus on hearing the marvel her friend so insisted on her hearing. "I-It's so fast," she whispered, in awe. Emma had never felt or heard a beating heart and her stable boy's (not hers, why did she say that?) had the loudest, fastest thumping, more than she could've imagined.

As her head was pressed against his chest, Killian looked down at the only girl he'd ever cared for as much, probably more, than himself, and smiled slightly. A strange tingle spread toward him, one part happiness, another part the desire to protect her and shield her from harm, though she would never let him, even though he was older. (She always bossed him around and it was completely unfair but he let her do it anyway, as to why he was clueless.)

Her head still pressed to Killian's chest, Emma drew in a sharp, stilted breath as she looked up and met her friend's eyes. (Had they always been this blue, like the ocean at night touched by the stars?) "K-Killy," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, as she felt that her small heart was going to explode with these feelings running through her, "Is it...is it because of me?"

A moment, with silence broken only by the sweet chirping of the birds filling the courtyard and the sounds of breaths by the two children, passed as both stared deep into the other's eyes, both experiencing tender new sensations; Emma feeling completely satisfied yet powerless, and Killian utterly breathless and amazed...

"As you wish, love," Killian said softly, smiling gently at his friend and grabbing her hand while refusing to let go as they played for the rest of the afternoon.