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The sound of the birds chirping were supposed to be a cheery sound in the morning, but Emma was not a morning person, it was an ungodly time of day in her opinion. As such the chirping of birds at… Emma cracked an eyelid to look from her pile of pillows and blankets at the bright red numbers glowing on her alarm clock. 6am? Seriously birds?
Yeah, the early chirp of birds merely brought up the urge to find her standard issue glock and get some early morning target practice. But that would involve crawling out of bed and, hahahaha, no. Emma was about to close her eyes in an attempt to grumpily ignore the birds and concentrate on to very, very warm (a little too warm in here, where was her fan?) comfy position she was in her bed. Maybe she'd try to remember that great dream she had, the one where someone had their arms around her, whispering a strange combination of amusing and sultry things into her ear…
Just as her eyes were closing again, a smile on her lips, something seemed to snag her sleep addled brain's attention. Emma peeled the other eyelid back and peered hazily at what was laying across the pillow a few inches from her face, not entirely sure how she'd missed it the first time.
It took a long hazy moment to register, but what lay across her pillow was a long stemmed red rose. The perfect petals looked like silk, the dark green stem and scarlet red a startling contrast on her white pillow case.
At first Emma smiled.
Wow.
Then she frowned.
Wait, where the hell did that come from?
Then it all came back like a sludge hammer between her eyes and her whole body seized. Emma sat straight up and immediately saw his jacket sitting on the back of a chair. She immediately then looked next to her to find the other half of the bed had most definitely had someone else sleeping on it.
Not a dream. That had happened.
Emma's mind sort of went blank as she sat there. How could she forget the kissing all the way down the hall to her room? Helping him out of his jacket and his impressive throw that had landed it so perfect on the back of the chair she'd actually stopped to say-
"Damn,"
"Thank y- oh you meant the coat," he frowned.
"You sound put out," Emma observed with a smirk.
"I am disrobing, your focus should not be on my coat."
"But it's such a fine coat," she teased, "Finest thing I've seen." That grin of his when he unhinged his hook and tossed it so it landed on her dresser. Then his arm had wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.
"Love you haven't seen anything yet," he'd whispered into her ear, playfully pulling them both onto her bed, bouncing on the mattress as she laughed…
Emma's eyes lingered on the empty space where she found she was actually disappointed not to find him. She picked up the rose and stared at it. It was so perfect it was hard to believe it was a real rose – the gesture was so "Hook" she almost just shook her head. Emma understood the gesture was supposed to be something cute but she couldn't help but be a little cross here – that they could… do and share what they did last night and then he would just leave in the morning.
Not just the morning, but at an obviously and rather ungodly hour, especially for a Sunday, the prat. Had he been so eager to get away from her after he got what he wanted?
And where the hell was her fan? Had that jackass stolen her fan!? Oh god, that was so absurdly the damn pirate captain to steal a-
The sound of a crash interrupted Emma mid thought and almost made her jump out of her skin. What the hell…
That sounded like it had come from the kit-
Crash!
"Bloody hell."
-chen. The sound of what she was guessing was her cutlery and plates, mixed with Killian's muffled cursing actually made her heart flutter – he hadn't left? He was still here? She was… genuinely pleased. Which she guessed shouldn't have surprised her, but it did. It passed rather quickly though as suspicion and a little alarm thrummed through as the next question entered her mind.
What was Hook doing in her kitchen?
Bang!
Oh, well that's certainty reassuring, Emma thought to herself, already putting her head in her hand as she smirked, hearing him growl another, slightly more vulgar curse. It is almost too early for this crap, Emma thought as she sighed, throwing the covers off her and slipping into some shorts and a tank top, off to investigate whatever mischief Hook was getting to in her house - again.
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READ ME: Yay! one last go at this series! (I keep saying that, I know) just sort of popped in my head, I guess we'll see where it goes :) enjoy!
Also, update! My book, Risking the Rogues, should be out either the end of August or beginning of September! yay! I'll put up a link when it does on my profile if you want to check it out! much luvs everyone!