A/N: Not betaed, not owned by me. This one is also named from "Starlight" by Muse.
For my bestie Kaitlyn who has had a long week.
Our Hopes and Expectations
Killian almost doesn't hear her, she whispers the words so quietly. His heart, which had finally returned to a slow and steady pace after their exertions, jumps wildly in his chest, though Emma probably wouldn't know it to look at him. She might notice the heavy swallow as he debates if he should open his eyes though.
She's a skittish bird, his Swan. It wouldn't do to spook her with an abundance of affection after such a delicate confession. She might fly away from him forever.
He's mulling over his options when she speaks up again.
"Killian," she chastises, a light note in her voice. "Killian." Louder, more firm.
"Ngh," he moans, feigning half-asleep. His eyes don't need to be open for him to know she's rolling hers.
"I know you're still awake, you ridiculous pirate," she asserts drily, shoving his arm lightly.
"I don't know what you could mean, love." He opens his eyes to look up at her, blue burning into green. "It must be a dream, hearing such lovely words in your dulcet voice."
Emma grins down at his self-satisfied smirk. "You think you're such a smooth talker."
"My charm has liberated me from ninety percent of the conflicts I've been involved in," he informs her, bringing his hand up to caress her arm.
Her eyebrow rises. "Ninety percent?" she questions doubtfully, shifting closer to him.
"Well, I imagine the rate has gone down a bit since I met you, love," he states thoughtfully.
"Just a bit?" She leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"Well, perhaps more than a bit," he concedes, leaning up to follow her mouth, tugging lightly on her bottom lip with his teeth.
"Mmhmm," she hums, her mouth sliding down along his jaw to nibble on a spot just below his ear.
He groans, letting his hand slip up under her pajama top to stroke her hip. "Quite a lot, actually." He shifts his hips as her roaming hands slip just below his cotton pajama bottoms, encouraging her to roam lower.
She pops back up, lips hovering over his. "Killian."
"Yes, love?" He opens his eyes to look back up at her. When had he closed them?
Emma snorts in laughter. "Stop talking." She punctuates the command with another peck on his lips.
"Yes, love," he says, utterly failing at his attempt to look contrite.
Rolling her eyes, she lifts her hands from his hips to place them flat on his chest. The laughter fades as she bites her lip. "I do, you know."
He sighs and flips them so he's hovering over her now. "I know, Emma. I love you too."
Her smile rivals any sunrise he's ever seen, and he's seen a fair few. "Come here, pirate," she murmurs as she pulls him down for another kiss.