A.N.: I mean how could I resist? Princess Leia….that's just asking for it; - sneak peek tumblr drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, But I love to play with them.
Emma walked into the apartment. The view on the water had been Henry's choice and she couldn't help but agree with it when she saw how it lit up a pair of gorgeous blue eyes.
As usual, in between witches and curses, Storybrooke was at peace and the day had been long and boring and mostly spent in the company of Hot cocoa with whipped cream and cinnamon and Ruby's company.
To her utter surprise, Killian and Henry were still where she left them that morning; On the couch. Henry fast asleep and Killian turning his head when he heard the rattling of keys at the door.
She smiled at him, and moved to the kitchen with the 'to-go'-bag she'd gotten from Granny's filled with three slices of Devil's Cake (chocolate upon chocolate goodness).
She took out three plates when she felt him move behind her, his arms circling around her waist and she couldn't help but lean into him. His warmth enveloping her along with his signature smell of leather, sea and spice. (And apparently someone has been eating popcorn.)
"So, Henry showed me some movies today. Must see according to him."
"Has he now." She sighed when she felt his hand draw circles on her above the waistline of her pants, underneath her shirt.
"Aye… I've gotten quite acquainted with your favorite princess. I do believe there is a specific outfit needed when impersonating her."
She couldn't help but grin as she knew exactly what raced through his mind. Deciding to turn to face him, she put her arms around his neck.
"The white drapes?"
He arched his brow in his signature way (one that could drive her wild and jealous at the same time) knowing that she was toying with him and bumped his nose against hers
"I was talking about the red and gold one love."
She bit back a moan as he leaned his entire body into her, trapping her against the kitchen counter, and feeling ALL of him.
"That… "her breath hitched in her throat, "Can be arranged."
"Good." And they sealed that promise with a kiss.