A Wish Your Heart Makes
Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.
Author's Note: A belated birthday present for a certain Kitten. Hope you like it!
"When's your birthday?"
His hand stills in her blonde hair, "What?"
"Your birthday. When is it?" she asks again, rolling onto her back to look up at him from his lap, the black and white movie they were watching forgotten.
"Well, I never had one back in the Forest, and I don't think I was given one by the curse either. I was just Graham the Sheriff, and that was it," he shrugs, watching her frown before sitting up, trying not to miss the peace of the previous moment as her hair slips through his fingers.
"So you have no idea when you were born?" she continues to frown.
"The first night all to ourselves in weeks, and you want to talk about this now?" he asks back, but the determination in her eyes answers him and he sighs.
"No, I guess not."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"Not really," he shrugs, but raises an eyebrow when hers furrow.
"Why? Does it bother you?"
"I guess- I mean, that was one of the things I did have growing up, one of the few facts I knew about myself. I guess it's just sad that you don't even have that, curse given or not."
"Oh Emma," he smiles, reaching to cup her face with a hand, "I might not know when I was born, but I'm alive, I have my heart, I have you, I think that more than makes up for it."
She smiles back, that special smile he knows she saves just for him, and he can't resist wrapping his other arm around her back, pulling her into his lap for a sound kiss.
But just as his tongue touches hers she pulls back and leaps off his lap.
"Emma! What-" his starts, but then her lips come down hard on his before leaving again.
"I'm just hitting pause, not stop. Stay here, I'll be right back."
He nods in a daze from the force of that last kiss, but shakes his head as he watches her vanish into his apartment's kitchen. He hears drawers opening and a plate being set down on the counter top, and grows curious when he hears a match being struck, but stays put as she asked.
Luckily he doesn't have to wait too much longer, as Emma pads into the room with plate in hand. But it's what's on said plate that makes him laugh. A half eaten bear claw that he recognized as hers from that morning, and a lit tabletop candle smashed none too gently in its middle.
"Seriously?" he smirks.
"Shut up, I'm being romantic," she shoots back, and he immediately raises his hands in surrender, watching her place the plate on the coffee table before sitting next to him once more.
"And I've decided, since you don't have an official birthday, that today is your birthday. Now make a wish."
"Emma, I don't think you can just-"
"I'm the Savior and I'm Sheriff, of course I can," she grins, elbowing him gently in the ribs, "Now make a wish!"
He can't deny her anything if it's his to give, something he's suspicious she knows about, so he sighs exasperatedly and blows out the too large candle, his breath effectively knocking the thing from its unstable perch.
He laughs at the sight, but stops when he feels her hand intertwine with his.
"Make the wish count?" she asks expectantly, and he shrugs.
"Graham!"
"What?" he smiles, and she sighs.
"You didn't wish for anything did you?"
"Nope. But why would I? I have everything I could ever want right here."
He wipes the goldfish impression right off her face with a hungry kiss, and she responds in kind, that stale bear claw quickly forgotten.
Oh yeah, he thinks, weaving his fingers through her hair once more, best birthday ever.
