Tiny, tiny oneshot based on a post by tumblr user Okcupidescapades
"I could beat the shit out of you," Emma declared in a sudden sort of fashion, her hand lingering next to the bottle of rum which was sandwiched between her and the pirate. It wasn't what either of them had imagined their first time sharing a bed would be like, but happy ever after doesn't always follow the standard format; something which they both could agree on.
"I know," his voice was straight edged and unwavering. He wasn't emotional about it, but he had clearly come to terms with the fact a long time ago - Emma Swan would probably be his undoing, and for the most part, he was now just drinking to forget.
Emma slowly wrapped her fingers around the neck of the bottle and brought it to her lips, tossing her head back and taking a large swig. "I could decimate you," she continued, a smirk playing at the side of her lips, as she licked rum off her lips and turned to look at him. Killian continued to stare at the ceiling, not moving his gaze as he reached for the rum.
"I know" he said, unfazed as he too took a swig of the liquor with a glazed look in his eyes - his stare suddenly transfixed to the ceiling.
"And you're not running away?" Emma mused, part to herself and part to the room; part statement and part question. She giggled involuntarily, the alcohol starting to work its way into her bloodstream. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and she rolled on to her side, snatching the rum and turning her head to face him, desperate for some sort of reaction from him. Yet he remained still, his boot clad feet crossed at the foot of the bed as he repeated his statement for a third time.
"I know..."
"If you're so knowing, Mr Wise Man, then why aren't you running away?"
"Because my love," he jerked up suddenly, before gaining his composure, "there's only so much a distressed damsel can offer. There comes a point where one can no longer take any more pansies…" she slapped him playfully on his shoulder as he smirked at her.
"Are you calling me a pansy?" she tried her hardest to feign shock but was biting back laughter, and it showed in her eyes - they sparkled in even the dim light of the room.
"On the contrary, Swan," he grinned a wild and maddening grin, settling the rum down on the side before turning to face her and with large hand gestures, proclaimed "I envisage you more as a...venus fly trap,"
"You…" she giggled, but his hand caught hers as she reached out to slap him again. He pushed her down as she laughed, swinging his legs around until he was on top of her, pinning her to the duvet. He smelt like leather and the alcohol caressing his breath made him smell irresistible.
"Not so snappy anymore, are we?" Killian growled, leaning in and catching Emma's bottom lip between his teeth.
She might be his undoing, but what Killian Jones knew for certain is that he'd enjoy every last second of it.