Emma was happy to be the savior sheriff of Storybrooke, but it could mean relentlessly long days and even longer nights. For the past few days she had been on the night shift, snoozing through morning to evening and watching over her town the second the sun began to set. Though she'd told Killian not to follow the same schedule and save himself the torment, every midnight he'd find her with a home made grilled cheese (Granny's being long closed) with the excuse that he simply couldn't fall asleep. It meant a maximum of five hours of rest a night, but quiet moments were valuable in Storybrooke, and there was something very appealing about sitting at the docks under night sky.
However after three days of turning nocturnal, Regina had burst into the loft looking for magical backup from the savior. Upon seeing Emma passed out on the couch she tore Snow and Charming apart, demanding Emma to be back on day shifts so her powers could actually be useful to the Storybrooke residents.
"They've all been knocking at my door for three days now needing help with magic this and magic that!" she spat, somehow still not managing to wake Emma. "And it's all because the savior has been unavailable. So make her available, before I start sending them to Gold, or worse! Blue!"
She did have a point, and it was agreed that Emma had been working nights long enough.
However this posed the challenge of having to change sleeping habits. Emma had spent her first night off making pancakes and watching netflix, forgetting that she had a full day of dealing with Storybrooke residents in the morning. Though getting back on a normal sleep schedule would be nice, it was also a disappointment since she'd have to give up wandering empty streets with her Pirate.
Regina had been right- every person seemed to have a need for magic, and though she tried to explain that she was the sheriff and wasn't meant to be on call for broken enchanted objects or dull magical dwarf axes, she gave in each time and did her best to help out, craving a grilled cheese more and more every hour.
Even with the exhaustion of her first day back at work, Emma was only able to sleep an hour or so before waking. This night she'd watched Sleeping Beauty, or at least a part of it until Snow came downstairs and, after making them both some cinnamon hot cocoa, suggested a change of scenery might help her sleep.
"If you got a room at Granny's for one night, no one would wake you up in the morning and the rest of us wouldn't have nightmares about sleeping curses as "Once Upon a Dream" plays in the other room," she'd said.
Emma smiled sheepishly and apologized, then headed to her bug to take her mother's advice.
The drive was wonderful. Emma missed the fresh night air and the silence hanging around, though it was far less enjoyable when sandwiches and pirates weren't involved.
Granny wasn't at the front of the counter, so rather than waking the grumpy woman up she decided to sneak into Killian's room. That was the plan that had been lurking in the back of her head the entire drive there, but now she had an excuse to climb into his bed in the middle of the night. Taking a page from her teenage self's book, Emma reached over the counter and grabbed the duplicate key for Killian's familiar room and climbed up the stairs.
The door slightly creaked when she entered and though she could barely see what was in front of her, Emma could hear the light snores coming from his bed and smiled. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw Killain passed out over the covers in nothing but the pair of sweat pants she'd got him when he first decided to give Storybrooke clothes a go. They hung low on his hips, a sight delicious to see though Emma didn't want to wake him- he'd already lost so much rest staying up nights with her. He'd obviously been exhausted as he hadn't even gotten himself under the blankets. So instead she took off her shoes, jeans, and jacket, and spread out next to him, her arm on his chest and leg wrapped over his. She didn't need to be under the sheets- he was so warm, he was all she needed.
But then he began to shift, and immediately Emma felt a pang of guilt- he was waking up. She watched as he slowly opened his eyes, and though she felt terrible for interrupting his sleep she couldn't help but smile.
At first Killian hadn't known if he was dreaming or not. He'd felt something next to him but only knew it was real when he breathed in the scent of Emma. He'd opened his eyes and found her angelic figure next to him, smiling at him like he was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen. She was only wearing a t shirt and her underwear, and had wrapped her legs and arms around him so they were perfectly entwined- a stunning sight to behold. Before he could ask her why she was there, she was pressing her lips against his. He didn't question it, instead he pulled her in closer until they had to part for air.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, placing her head back on his chest. "I haven't been able to sleep."
Killian caressed her golden locks, her soft cheek pressed to his bare torso. As a captain he never had any issues with getting sleep- he could go days without it and catch up any time of day and in any position. He was just glad that his savior was with him, that when she was troubled she had come to him.
"I'm glad you came to see me," he whispered back, running his fingers gently over her perfect features, smiling as Emma sighed in contentment.
"Mmm? Why is that?" she teased, eyelids drooping but heart fluttering. Killian shifted their position so they were side by side, facing each other, foreheads touching.
"Because I know a very useful cure for insomnia," he murmured, licking his lips. Even though it was dark she could see a gleam in his eye.
Slowly, Killian's hand drifted down her neck, her breasts, her stomach, until he'd dipped his fingers into the elastic of her panties, Emma gasping lightly as he'd made contact. Slowly, purposefully, he started working at her clit in smooth circles. Emma closed her eyes, breathing in his deep, comforting scent, letting herself focus on the pleasure he was giving her as he stared at her- taking in her beauty, the gorgeous simplicity of her form. It wasn't long at all before Emma was sighing into her release, shuddering through her climax before collapsing onto Killian's chest again.
He whispered stories of the sea, far off and distant lands, treasures beyond imagine, until she had drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Perhaps, the next day, he could take her to Granny's for grilled cheese and they could enjoy a lunch in the warm sun.