This is a couple of one-shots that are set to happen after their wedding. (Which I have been imagining, and preparing to write the proposal and wedding soon!) They are living together now, and quite enjoying it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own OUAT, except in my dreams, all characters and their personalities etc. were created by Eddie Kitsis and Adam Horowitz.
Emma's eyes fluttered as she woke up from a deep slumber. She glanced beside her to see that Killian was gone, which wasn't unusual; he loved to head down to the beach in the morning and get some alone time.
She moved the sheets and bedspread keeping her warm, and instantly started shivering, the winter air nipping at her nose, ears, fingers and toes. After a moment of shivering, she got up, placed on her winter coat, slid some thick socks on her icy toes, and head downstairs to eat breakfast.
When she had walked down all the stairs, Emma grabbed her favorite food, doughnuts, from the fridge. David and Mary-Margaret had brought them yesterday as a gift. Emma grabbed her favorite, a bear claw, and sank her teeth into it as memories flooded back.
Graham stood there cleaning a nasty cut on her cheek, the result of a fist-fight with Regina moments ago. He smiled as Emma stared at him. She stood up, smiling, and slowly walked towards him. He was dumbfounded for a moment, and then suddenly seemed to understand what was happening as her lips met his.
After not more than a second, Graham had gone rigid as his mind replayed flashbacks of his previous life as the Queen's huntsman that he hadn't even remembered.
He stood there and beamed at her. "Thank you." He whispered as his palms cupped Emma's cheek gently, and his lips were inches from hers. She felt the warmth of his lips on hers, and he collapsed, writhing in pain for a second, then his breathing stopped, and Emma was left there alone.
She blinked, and to her utter horror, she had tears falling down her cheeks.
She swiped them away with the tip of her thumb, and finished the last bite of her bear claw. "You have to get it together Emma. Graham is dead, and that will never change. You have Killian now. HE is your future. Not a dead sheriff." She slid the chair out from under her in indignation, accidentally causing a sickening screech that made her ears ring for a few seconds.
Emma made her way towards the fridge again, and grabbed the icy cold gallon jug of milk. She quickly grabbed a clear glass cup, and poured herself a half a glass of milk.
Right as she was pouring her milk, she heard a car pull in, and she nearly dropped the milk jug in her shock. Before she could recover however, she heard the door open, as a man with long, messy hair, leather pants, with a black jacket and a leather jacket, and a hook in place of his right hand.
"Killian!" Emma cried, running towards him, and crashed into him with a force that nearly knocked him over.
"Since when are you this excited to see me Emma?" He asked, a smirk on his face, the only remnant of the pirate he used to be. Suddenly, he took in her tear stained cheeks, and his smile turned to a worried grimace.
"Why are your cheeks wet with tears Swan?" He asked, referring to her last name, as he always did when he serious these days.
"I was just thinking about the past. " Emma said, snuggling into his chest, and wrapping he arms around his waist.
"This was a morning of memories I see." Killian said, his usual smile back, as he gave her a chaste kiss on her lips, wiping away the remnants of her tears with a gentle swipe of his thumb on her cheeks and eyes.
"I say let's make a new one." Emma said, as she walked over to the DVD cabinet, and pulled out the movie, 'Hook'.
Killian grinned, and settled in with her on the couch, as the opening played.