AN: I did tag it as H/C because of the vulnerability one can feel at the doctor's office, and discomfort from certain procedures. But if you're looking for serious whump, you're going to be disappointed; sorry!
Emma remembered just as he reached over her shoulder to snag one of her orange slices. She gently slapped his hand, then grabbed it and planted a kiss on his palm. "You can't, remember? You're having bloodwork today."
"Aye, love; what of it?"
"You're supposed to fast for eight hours beforehand."
Killian gave a teasing pout. "I have to bloody starve myself, is that it, Swan?"
"You were there when I was on the phone with the receptionist. Didn't you hear that part?"
"My mind may have been… elsewhere," he smirked, and she rolled her eyes. He bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder, continuing softly into her ear. "What I mean to say is that I was entranced by my stunningly beautiful wife and the manner in which she was showing her concern for my well-being. And her talking phone was in quite the enviable position."
He returned her kiss with one of his own; just the smallest of touches on her earlobe. She grinned and tried not to show how much his breath was tickling her neck.
"I just want to be sure you're healthy," she told him, reaching up and brushing absently at the hair on his temple. He raised that eyebrow of his.
"I should think that after this many nights… and mornings… and quick stolen moments throughout the long days… that my new bride would be quite satisfied in that regard."
She watched his eyes wander over her greedily, but for once, didn't rise to the bait.
"I just… after all we've been through; all it took to get us here… I can't lose you, Killian."
Responding to her somber tone, Killian straightened, snagged the nearest chair with his hook, and dragged it next to hers. As he sat, he ran his fingers through her hair. "I know, love."
"Without really knowing any of your family's medical history, how do we know you won't drop dead from a heart attack at 40?"
He couldn't resist. "Or 340, as the case may be?"
She smiled, but only briefly. "I doubt I'd be able to make a second successful voyage to the Underworld. I would try… I would damn well try, but…"
He didn't think it was quite the right time to bring up the fact that he would likely bypass the Underworld the next time around. "Thank you, Emma. You must know I would do the same… because I feel the same. So you don't have to keep trying to convince me. I will do whatever it takes to reassure you that I will be around far longer than you fear. Even if it means starving myself for a week, or allowing some charlatan to stick me full of his damn needles and drain half my blood."
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "Only up to half?"
He leaned back, his cocky smile lighting up the room. "Well, a man needs some blood for certain… strenuous activities."
She groaned a giggle, then got back to business. "I tried to find a doctor you'd like. This one specializes in men's health."
"What, that bloody Whale wasn't available?"
"He's an E.R. doc; I don't think he does primary care."
"Ah, well there's a relief."
She couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "I had to stay within Storybrooke, obviously; they'll want to know your history, and I don't think anyone outside the town line would believe it! But this guy seems to keep to himself mostly, which I thought would be a plus. It can be kind of awkward to make small talk around town with someone who's seen you naked."
He smirked, and she quickly amended,
"Naked for that reason."
"I have nothing to be ashamed of, as you well know."
"All right, Hook; I should have remembered your inflated ego when considering all of this."
He gave her a genuine smile. "I appreciate the concern, love." Then he sat back and began fiddling with his hook. "Although what gave you the idea I would prefer to see a male physician? Perhaps I would be more comfortable with a female."
From the look in his eyes, she knew he was teasing. So she responded in kind. "Maybe it's my comfort I was thinking about. No woman gets to see you without clothes on except me."
"Fair point, love." He glanced at the clock on the microwave, then sighed. "Well, if you're quite done tormenting me with the breakfast I'm apparently not allowed, shouldn't you be heading to the sheriff's station in the near future? The sheriff shouldn't be late, especially when down one deputy for part of the morning."
She smiled at him shyly. "I'm taking the morning off."
He looked taken aback. "My Swan is playing hooky?"
She couldn't help chuckling. "Where on earth did you learn that expression?"
"Henry. I quite like it."
"You manage to make it sound so dirty."
"Innuendo is my specialty." He leaned forward and pulled her face towards his, and she allowed several moments of passionate kissing before pulling away. "Oh, Swan, you may play hooky whenever and wherever you like."
Smiling madly, all she could come up with was "Oh yeah?"
Killian watched her with his beautiful, maddening smirk. But he seemed to be waiting for her to take the lead, so she forced herself back on track. Because off-track would inevitably take them back to the bedroom… or somewhere not quite that far away. She sighed.
"I thought I would come with you. To your appointment. I know how much waiting rooms suck, and I thought you could use a hand with the paperwork."
Choosing to ignore the well-worn joke, and briefly wondering about the usage of the term "paperwork" in this context as opposed to filling out crime reports, Killian gave her a look of pure gratitude. "Is that a fact? You would give up your morning's work for that?"
"I mean, yeah! If you want me to."
"Indeed I do. But whatever will Storybrooke do without its sheriff?"
"It'll wait a couple hours. Or someone else will do the saving for once."
His grin fell, just a fraction, and she could tell he was only half joking when he said,
"That sounds like tempting fate, love."
She shrugged. "Maybe so." She stood, and he quickly followed suit. "Well, if it was, it's too late now. So. Can I trust you alone down here while I take a quick shower?"
"Of course. In fact, I will clear it all away so I'm not tempted."
She looked down at the remnants of her breakfast, feeling guilty. "You don't have to do that."
"Nonsense. It's a fair trade for your assistance and companionship later."
Emma pulled him into a hug and kiss, then began to head upstairs.
"Unless, of course, you'd prefer some company yourself?" he called after her. She half-turned with a regretful grimace.
"Normally… but I don't think there's time for that today."
He cocked his head in confusion. "It's only a quarter past eight, and the appointment isn't until nine."
"Yeah, but they want you there a little bit early for that paperwork I mentioned. And I have a feeling that detailing your history might take slightly longer than average."