There is a calming stillness that looms over the apartment as the sun begins to escape the horizon. The luminescent blue of the twilight sky gives light to an uncannily enchanting atmosphere in the bedroom. An alarm clock sets off.
Emma is awoken instantly. She grabs at the machine, and effectively silences it. She starts pulling herself up, but is hindered almost immediately. A smile creeps onto her face when a certain pirate's arm tugs her back into bed, and into his embrace. He is awake.
"Killian?" she calls out sleepily.
She hears an incoherent mumble, and nothing more. He buries his face into her hair, and she feels him breathing. She sighs at the gentleness of this moment. The comfort. She can't seem to recall a time in her life in which she has felt safer. Nothing would make her happier than to close her eyes, and drift back into a soothing slumber.
She desperately wants to hold on to this tranquilizing moment, but it's 8am in the morning, and she has to get her day going.
"Killian," she repeats with a firmness, but she makes no effort to remove herself from his grasp. "We have to get up."
He sucks in a deep breath, and blows it back out just as deeply, taking his sweet time to respond. "How about we stay in a little longer, love?" he whispers, just enough for her to hear him. His hold on her gets tighter, demonstrating that he is determined not to get up any time soon.
Emma chuckles softly. He always does this every single morning. And every single morning she responds exact the same way.
"If we don't get up now, I'm going to be late," she says, still not making any concrete attempt to free herself.
He shifts his head slightly, and nuzzles his face into her neck. A delicate sigh escapes her lips when he begins planting soft kisses from the nape up to the back of her ear. "Five… more… minutes…" he pleads in between kisses. Emma's eyelashes flutter closed involuntarily, as he works that familiar magic. He is being absolutely unfair.
"Okay," she gives in, but cuts him short in order to turn her body to face his. "Five minutes," she allows. She glances down, and begins to drag her hand achingly slowly from his stomach up to his chest, reveling in the response that it warrants. She pauses to look right into those piercing blue eyes, which now have gone mostly dark. "But after that, we have to get up."
Killian smiles, knowing that he's won yet another five minutes with his princess. He leans his forehead against hers, and raises his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
"As you wish."
AN: This is my first CS fic ever! :D I just wanted to write a little happy, fluffy, domestic piece. Hehe. I hope you enjoyed it!