prompt: CS + jumping on the bed fluff (which somehow turned into CS being complete children together in their new home oops)


never could be sweeter than with you

She's fairly certain there's just something about being in a place she can call her home that makes her just a little happier than anything else.

Finally getting an apartment away from her parents and newborn brother is probably one of her greatest life accomplishments, if she's going to go so far as to assign a title to the apartment with a water view.

One perk to not having to worry about functioning around her parents is that she can do whatever she wants.

For instance, she can go take a shower at five thirty when she gets back from the station, and then she can open up the fridge, pull out a tube of cookie dough, and sit on the counter while she contemplates the rest of her evening, instead of sitting through a meal with her parents and then trying to keep out of their hair and not get annoyed with the same stories she's heard for the past few years she's known them.

Henry's sometimes home when she gets back from work and they have dinner and sit in front of the TV for a while before going their separate ways. It's nice, being a mom to a good kid like Henry.

And it feels like it did in New York, except for one huge difference: Killian lives with them.

He was an easy sell, especially with True Loves Kiss under their belts and a few months of dating out of the way.

He's neat and organized, constantly cleaning up after she and Henry when they leave things out or put things in the wrong places. He does it all without making even a little quip, something she finds incredibly sweet.

Killian enjoys spending most of his time at home with she and Henry, which is especially nice, because he's warm and he carries her to bed if she falls asleep while they're watching Star Wars for the umpteenth time. He likes to make dinner for them sometimes, too, which always results in her making sure they get to bed a little earlier than usual so she can properly thank him.

Sometimes, when Henry goes to stay with Regina and Robin for the week, she and Killian tend to be a little more cavalier in what they do in their home.

He has her pinned up against the door almost immediately some days, while others, they both just want to get into the shower, eat, and sleep.

On this particular day, they emerge from the bathroom together and head to the kitchen. His hand is on her hip and she's feeling light, reaching up to kiss at his jaw, brushing her nose against his cheek as they stand in front of the fridge.

"I want cookies. Do you want cookies?" she says suddenly, wrenching herself out of his hold to pull open the fridge.

He takes a breath, a lazy smile permanently on his lips, and reaches up to thread his hand through his hair.

"Sweets for dinner, Swan?"

"Hey, it's our place." Emma tosses back, lifting her eyebrows playfully. "Our rules."

He winks in response and her toes curl a little as she opens up the fridge to remove the tube of ready-made dough.

When she has the cookies in the oven, she turns to him, lifting her eyebrows. "What now? Do you want to watch TV or play Henry's XBOX or…"

Killian shrugs as he sways toward her, his lips downturning as he tilts his head a bit. "Or we could go check something in the bedroom."

"Oh? What's there to check up there?"

He smirks wildly. "I dunno… perhaps the bed could use some testing."

Emma's teeth bite down on her lower lip and she narrows her eyes slightly at him. "Race you up there."

As soon as her words are out, she's taking off, running as fast as she can toward the stairway. Killian is hot on her trail, the laughter bubbling from his lips contagious as they race to the master bedroom.

When they arrive, she's breathless, but she jumps up onto the bed, holding her hands up, prepared to fend him off, as she watches him from below.

He joins her, much to her surprise, and she widens her eyes, laughing louder, happier, as they end up both bouncing on the bed, ruining Killian's neat and tidy bed making, pillows crashing to the floor as she tries to avoid being pinched in the side when he reaches out for her.

She ends up slipping on something and her body crashes down, Killian's coming shortly after when her leg gets caught in between his.

He groans and she breathlessly chuckles.

"I don't think jumping on the bed is a very adult thing to do." He tells her coyly.

She laughs and takes a hand to his hair, sliding it down to his cheek, giving it a gentle pat. "It's our place."

"Our rules," he teases with a roll of his eyes. "Aye. You've mentioned."

His hand finds her hip and she kisses him slowly, pressing her forehead to his after.

"I don't even remember the last time I jumped on the bed." She tells him softly. "You're like… five hundred, right? Jumping around on the bed must seem so childish to you."

Killian snorts and when she pulls away, he rolls his eyes at her again. "I'm not that old, Swan. And anyway, if we're bringing up our pasts, what about you almost marrying that monkey?"

She groans, rolling onto her back. "God, will you ever let that go?"

"Nope," he pops is 'p' and laughs softly. "And I don't think jumping on the bed is childish. It's quite fun. We should do it more often."

Emma tosses her head to the side, and staring at him now has her thinking about how much she loves him, how he smiles at her, all lopsided and sweet, and how his eyes shine at her like she's everything and then some.

Killian is the first of them to make any real movement, pulling himself up over her, his knees on either side of her hips. She looks up at him, smirking a little at him while her fingers grab at his necklace as it hangs down.

"Hey," she murmurs.

He moves in to kiss her and she takes one hand to clutch at his damp hair.

"Hello, love," he speaks against her lips. One more kiss and then he's hovering above again, tilting his head in thought. "You know what else would be fun to do?"

Emma can't help but smile. "What?"

"Henry and I have this game we play sometimes downstairs on the hardwood floor-"

She arches an eyebrow as her toes wiggle in her socks. "Race you down there?"

He lifts his eyebrows and grins mischievously, then they're both fumbling off of the bed, racing down to the living room, sock racing and eating cookies with Netflix playing in the background, kissing each other senseless in between it all, until they both get too tired to do anything else and end up collapsed on the floor.

This home thing, she thinks when she wakes up to find that Killian has carried her to bed, his dark head of hair all but in her nose, is pretty great.