THE PROMPT: I wish you would write a fic where Emma and Hook overhear Snow and Charming talking about their relationship

She had to get her own place.

But until such a time, Emma was thankful her pirate was a master of stealth as she had no intention of sending him home alone. The loft was quiet, only the sound of David's snores breaking the silence. She put a finger to Killian's lips as she saw the twinkle in his eyes - tormenting her father about his nocturnal habits was NOT what she had in mind at that very moment.

Not at all.

And apparently, as Killian took the hand that touched his mouth and used it to pull her close, neither did he. Navigating the stairs silently with a gorgeous pirate pressing desperate kisses to her neck and shoulders was quite the challenge, and Emma looked back towards her parents' room anxiously.

But with no sign of movement and the continued steady rhythm from David, she let herself relax, falling onto her bed and into Killian's waiting arms, lips, hands and finally bodies all melding into one...

Emma awoke to the warmth of Killian's body pressed against her and the quiet murmur of voices from downstairs. Even in her drowsy state, she sensed he was awake, alert even, hundreds of years of early rising deeply ingrained. Shifting slightly to face him, she smiled up at him, still amazed by how easy this was, waking with him, loving him.

"Morning, Captain," she sighed but he pressed a finger to her lip and a soft kiss to her cheek. Confused, she stared questioningly at him and he whispered in her ear.

"It appears we are the topic of conversation this morning, love." Straining her ears, she tuned into the muted voices drifting up from the kitchen.

"...they are true love now..."

"...make an honest..."

"...wonderful to see Emma so happy…" At this snippet from her mother, Emma pulled Killian's arm around her waist, threading her fingers through his as they listened. After a few moments, a thought dawned and with a subtle flick of her wrist, the voices from the kitchen were suddenly clear.

"You're brilliant, Swan, amazing," came the breathy voice in her ear and she shrugged, settling back into him, enjoying his closeness as her parents continued to speak.

"I never thought I'd say it, but Hook - Killian - is one hell of a guy." The pirate chuckled softly and Emma squeezed his hand to shush him. She had no idea if her spell would amplify their sound as well but Killian was undeterred.

"I told him before we were getting along," he whispered and Emma turned in his arms to quieten him in the only other way she could think of. As her lips met his, her mother's amused voice echoed around them.

"I don't know why you never thought you'd say it. The awesomeness of Killian Jones is one of your favourite topics of conversation."

There was no way the prince and princess didn't hear the snort of laughter from their daughter and her awesome pirate at this statement. There was a decided pause in the conversation before David spoke.

"He's here, isn't he?"

"Seems that way," Mary Margaret replied.

"In our daughter's bed?" David's voice was resigned. Emma was sure she didn't imagine Killian's hand sliding down towards her ass as he raised a very suggestive eyebrow at her.

"I would imagine so, honey. Emma is a grown woman."

"Indeed you are, Swan," the pirate breathed in her ear, earning him a sharp slap on the arm for his trouble.

"Ick," she grinned, "My parents are listening!" He grinned back and ran a gentle finger down her cheek and then along the line of her body. She shuddered involuntarily, the spark of desire undeniable despite the situation.

"I need to…" she started.

"...get your own place," he finished with her, rolling away to rise from the bed. "Well, Swan, no point dallying. We should greet your parents." He pulled on his jeans and walked towards the edge of the mezzanine, but Emma hissed at him.

"At least put a shirt on before you say good morning. Do you want to kill David?"

The words had hardly left her mouth before she regretted them. His smirk was ridiculous as he looked at her, his voice full of humour. "I believe it would be my turn, love."

Emma sighed heavily, flicking her wrist to return the acoustics to their normal range. She had a feeling she wouldn't need amplification to hear David's response...