"Come on, love. Just try it." Killian held out the shot glass, a mix of rum and a strawberry.
He and Emma were on the Jolly Roger, just days after returning from the Underworld and destroying the darkness for good. They had barely gotten time together since they got back, considering Emma's parents had been hovering over them making sure they were both safe. After nearly dying from having her heart taken and split in half, Emma could understand why they were so protective.
Finally, Emma and Killian had gotten some time alone for the first time in so long. Killian suggested they pack some food and go on the deck of the Jolly Roger, and Emma wholeheartedly agreed with a big grin. So they did so, and Hook brought the ship out into the middle of the water.
They were on a small blue blanket, however most of it was covered in food, so the only reasonable resolution was for Emma to sit on Killian's lap.
"It looks disgusting, Killian. There are little strawberry bits floating in the rum. Seriously, the strawberry's turning yellow." Emma crinkled her nose as she leaned away from it. "But I'll settle for a kiss instead?" she said hopefully.
"Nope. Take the rum, then you can have a kiss." Killian grinned smugly, setting the drink in front of her. "It won't kill you, Swan."
Emma sighed, picking up the glass. "Cheers, I guess." she drew in a breath, then poured the drink down her throat as fast and painlessly as possible.
"Well?"
Emma set the glass down and looked at Killian. "I think you should pour me another one."
"As I recall, the deal was rum, then a kiss." Killian pointed out.
Huffing, Emma rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Killian neck. "If I must."
With a small laugh, Killian closed the distance between them and brought his hand to her neck, laying his hook gently on Emma's waist as not to hurt her. He had become incredibly good at this, finding the perfect place to rest it, with the metal coming close to her skin.
They locked lips, both tasting like rum and strawberries. They hadn't really gotten to the other food, they were busy talking - they hadn't gotten a chance to really talk since Emma found out he wasn't dead after the alternate universe.
It was so long ago. They had missed out on so much.
Suddenly, Emma broke away and frowned. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Killian cocked his head a bit, dropping his hand to Emma's thigh.
"I swear I heard something." Emma perked up, straightening her back so she could see over the railing.
Killian raised an eyebrow and craned his neck to see where she was looking. "Are you sure you aren't just imagining it, love?"
Without replying, Emma scooted off Killian's lap and stood up, walking to the railing, Killian quickly following suit. In front of them, waves were lapping at the side of the boat.
"See, Swan? Just some waves. Come on, let's finish that picnic." Killian coaxed her, taking her hand.
Emma hesitated for a moment before following him. "Okay, but I'm gonna keep an eye on it."
Before he could reply, the Jolly Roger creaked and tilted, throwing them both onto the deck. Killian got up quickly, working his way towards Emma, muttering things under his breath as he sat in front of her.
"Emma? Are you okay?" He nearly yelled above the crashes of the waves. He grabbed Emma by the waist with one arm and put his other arm under her armpit and hoisted her up so he could see her face. She wasn't unconscious, just had a bad case of sea legs. And, apparently, a cut on her temple.
"Bloody hell, Ems." Killian picked her up, bridal style. The blood trickled down her face as she mumbled that she was fine. "Swan, come on, we've got to go below."
Emma mumbled again and reached for Killian's hand, which was around her shoulders so she could just move her hand slightly and loop her fingers through his.
"Okay, it's gonna be alright, love." Killian assured her as he tried to make his way to the other side of the boat. "It's going to be-"
Before he could finish his sentence, a wave strong enough to knock an entire crew overboard crashed over the Jolly Roger, and they both lost consciousness.