Mental Picture
"I don't think you'll be able to handle it, dearie." Grinned Killian as he walked in slow circles around Emma.
"Oh really? Then if you think you're so tough, then surely you wouldn't mind going first, Captain." She replied, emphasizing the last word as if she thought it was funny he even earned such a title. The smirk on his face immediately vanished, but was recovered with his charming smile and a wink.
"Okay then." He picked up the bottle and took a swing, but as soon as the fiery liquid passed his lips, he began coughing, telling Emma her judgement was correct.
"Who can't handle the alcohol now?" She laughed, causing Killian to get a hold of himself and shoot Emma a death glare, "You're a pirate for crying out loud! They are known for their love of rum!"
"Well excuse me, Mrs Jones, but it's not like I gave up my ship and pirate ways so I can live a happy life with you." He replied sarcastically, placing the bottle down and taking Emma by her waist, looking into her eyes.
"Well, excuse me, Mr Jones, but it's not like I asked you to give up your ship and your pirate ways so you could live a happy life with me..." Emma whispered, wrapping her arms round Killians neck. Killian smirked before leaning in to kiss Emma, their lips almost touching.
"Emma, wake up!"