So this is just a collection of drabbles regarding Killian, Emma, and their romance (will include fluff, angst, and my OTP; Killian x the 21st Century). I don't think people even think about how out of his element Killian must've been in our world, so I'm going to shamelessly explore that. Here we go -

I own Once Upon a Time. I'm also a monkey with a computer. (Hint: neither of those things are true).

"I need to go back to my place," Emma said as her companion continued to pepper her with early morning kisses.

"No," Killian growled into her neck, tightening his hold on her. She loved these moments with him more than anything. When there were no villains, no curses, no portals sucking her into another time. It was just him and her on his boat and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't find that anxiety that always lived inside of her. She was truly happy for the first time in a long time (maybe forever). Still, she was still acutely aware of how bad her breath smelled.

"I need to go; I have to brush my hair, and my teeth, and shower,"

"What's that?" Killian asked, removing his lips from her skin and meeting her green eyes with his piercing blue ones.

"What's what?"

"A shower?"

"Seriously?" Emma deadpanned. He gave her a smirk and an eyebrow raise in answer and she could tell he was being incredibly serious. She often forgot how different his world was from hers. There was so much he didn't know, and she knew that, but c'mon a shower? "It's how most people bathe in this realm."

"Well, you can bathe here," Killian's lips went back to their original task; ghosting lightly over her collarbone.

"You'd enjoy that wouldn't you," Emma gave a breathy laugh that shifted into a moan when he bit right there.

"Immensely so," Killian admitted, that damn smile taking over his expression. It was one of her favorite smiles; it made him look like he was 15 and doing something he should absolutely not be doing.

"How do you even bathe here?" Emma asked, though she suspected it was far from luxurious.

"With a bucket," Killian shrugged. She waited to see if he was kidding. To confirm that wasn't how he had been keeping clean his entire time in Storybrooke. Apparently it was.

"Alright," Emma sighed as she stood up from the cozy bed, instantly feeling colder without his arms around her. "Let's go," she said as she began to collect her clothing from around the cabin.

"Where are we going, love?" Killian asked as he stood up. This time he was wearing Emma's favorite smile; the one that let her see how in love with her he was. It was his unguarded, unrestrained smile and though she saw it very rarely, it never ceased to make her heart flutter.

"To change your life, pirate."

OOO

"Okay," Emma began. She was perched on the edge of the shower tub in her parent's bathroom. Killian was staring at her expectantly from his position on the toilet. "You turn this," Emma gestured to the chrome handle, "to the left to start the water. The farther you turn it, the hotter the water gets. See the little colors, blue is for cold and red is for hot."

"You can control the water's temperature?" Killian asked. He was doing his best to feign boredom, but Emma could hear the curiosity in his voice.

"Yes! Much better than your bucket, isn't it?" Emma cooed in an overly enthusiastic voice.

"Don't knock my bucket, Swan," Killian growled. Emma always enjoyed pushing his buttons, as he did hers. Killian stood up from his seat and crossed the tiny room to where she sat. He kneeled in front of her and pulled on her neck so that their foreheads were pressed against one another.

"But I like to knock your bucket," Emma retorted, fingers knotting in his hair.

Killian gave a hearty chuckle in answer. "You are going to be the death of me, lass, I swear it."

"Good," Emma smiled, "Now quit distracting me. I'm about to show you the wonder of indoor plumbing."

Killian backed off, eyes never leaving her face. He kept one hand on her knee and remained squatting in front of her. "I'm ready."

"Alright. One," Emma grasped the handle, Killian rolled his eyes. "Two," Emma flexed her arm, thoroughly enjoying being melodramatic. "Three!" Emma yanked the handle, starting the water flow.

His reaction was priceless.

He shot backwards, sliding across the floor until his back was pressed against the wall. He stared at the water like it was magic itself in liquid form.

"Killian, it's water," Emma smiled. She was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Where does the water come from?" He was still staring up at the falling droplets.

"It's a system of pipes under the ground that bring the water up."

"And where do the pipes get it?"

"I… I don't know."

"Fascinating."

Emma had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing. He reminded her of her three year old brother, Neal; constantly asking questions. She'd never tell him how much she liked to teach him about her world. It made her useful. It made her feel needed and appreciated and she loved that more than he would ever know. "You can touch it, you know," Emma smiled warmly at him, watching as his eyes bulged when she stuck her hand under the water. "It's kind of the point actually."

Killian made his way over to the shower; hesitantly sticking his hand under the shower's stream as though it would hurt him. "It's so warm," Killian whispered with wonder.

Fuck he was adorable. "Ready to admit that your bucket is nothing compared to this?"

"I admit nothing," he smiled as he finally turned to face her, eyes alight with happiness.

"Oh c'mon! It's so much better. Besides, I haven't even shown you the best part."

"And what would that be, Swan?"

Emma watched his reaction carefully as she peeled off her tank top. She had the deep satisfaction of watching his eyes go wide as he visibly swallowed. She slowly stripped off the rest of her clothes and for the first time in a long time, Killian was speechless. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.

"Shower sex," she replied before she pushed off him and stepped into the water.

"Oh yes, Emma," Killian breathed as he stripped off his leather jacket. "You are most certainly going to be the death of me."

OOO

"Alright, that was better than my bucket," Killian admitted as he watched Emma wrap a towel around her heavenly form.

"I told you," she smiled, standing up onto her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss. He could get used to this.

"You never did answer my question, Swan." Killian wound his arms around her back as she nestled up against his bare chest.

"And what was that?"

"Where do the pipes get the water from?" Killian couldn't keep the smile out of his voice and he broke out into childish laughter when she began to playfully smack him.

"Killian," she groaned.

Oh yes, he could definitely get used to this.

Yay for the first one! The little convo about the pipes was inspired by a scene from the movie Enchanted! Hope you guys liked it! Also I just made a Vine which you can follow - my name on it is Forever Once, my bio says "I worship at the altar of Jennifer Morrison", and my icon is a pic of Jennifer and Colin wearing flower crowns :). Love you guys - feedback is always appreciated! - Kate