"Five minutes, Henry, I'm not kidding!" Emma yelled up the stairs, knowing that after that five minutes had passed, she'd go upstairs to find him sitting in the dark, his eyes glazed over as he stared at whatever video game he was into this week.
But regardless of how long it would take to pry her son's hands away from the controller, she had five minutes to herself. What to do? She spun around to glance over the kitchen, expecting a sink of dirty dishes or some sort of food left out on the counter, but to her surprise, it was so clean it practically shined. There was no laundry to be folded, no trash to be taken out, no work files to be checked over…not a single thing was out of place. So why did she have the nagging feeling that there was something she was missing?
Before she could answer her own question, there came a knock at the door. The clock on the wall read 10:55 pm, which meant that all of Storybrooke was either asleep or at the Rabbit Hole, so unless there was some sort of emergency, no one should be standing outside her apartment at this time of night. Picking up the pace as she crossed the room, Emma took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for whatever new fairytale evil must have been waiting for her on the other side, and slowly pulled the door open.
"Killian, what are you—?" she started to ask upon seeing the pirate…or, pirate turned deputy, since he had traded the full leather get-up in for a pair of jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and a more modern leather jacket. He'd been added to the tiny family force per David's request, much to Emma's surprise, though she suspected it was due to the trust he'd earned from all of them during their time in Neverland. And she had to admit she'd already been considering it…after all, they did make quite the team…in more ways than she had ever expected.
He was on duty tonight, which explained why she was questioning his presence outside her apartment at this particular moment. But before she could finish asking what the hell he was doing there and who was patrolling the town and quite possibly throw in a quip about locking him up for awhile to teach him a lesson (to which she knew exactly the look he would shoot back in response, blue eyes bright and mischievous, that ever-familiar smirk fighting its way through), his lips were crashing against hers.
It began as a flame that blazed its way from her head to her toes, the way his hand slid from her hair to the small of her back and pressed her body against his where they fit perfectly together, the two pieces of a puzzle. Emma seemed to have lost any recognition of where she ended and he began, but she didn't care as he teased her once with his tongue before softening the kiss and allowing it to fall into a more gentle rhythm. The fire inside her was reduced to a flickering flame, the warmth more comforting than overwhelming now. And then with one final nip at her bottom lip, he pulled back, his forehead resting against hers as the embers of their flame glowed bright yellow, fading to orange and then to a deep red before her closed eyes.
"That was…" she began softly as she tried to catch her breath.
"…my 5 minute break," Killian finished, just as breathless, as he pulled back to look at her. His ocean blue eyes practically glowing, he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek so softly that she shivered. Placing a final light kiss on her cheek, he turned to go without another word.
As Emma closed the door, her fingers pressed against her lips where the sensation of Killian's still lingered, she glanced up at the clock on the wall. 11:00 pm. Realizing exactly what had been missing before and with a smile beginning to form, she started up the stairs.