I've had a bunch of ideas for when things could have gotten heated up or just really sweet between Killian and Emma throughout the series. Not all m-rated but a lot will be I'm sure. Each will be rated at the top
If you have any prompts you want written, I'll consider them. Just give me a little context and how explicit you want it. Emma and Killian only please. No violence (like abuse, fighting monsters and such is fine), no rape, no babies/pregnancy, and I don't like to write too far out of Canon. If you want something au, I might write it as a different fic. Comment or pm. Oh also tell me if you want it past/present tense or first/third person if you want it told a specific way. If you don't care, I'll just write what I'm in the mood for.
After Emma almost freezes to death. Rated - k
The apartment was quiet and dim, just one table lamp lighting the small space, when Emma awoke on the couch in the living room. Disoriented, she thought the sound of the radiator kicking on had woke her but a small snore proved the culprit. Emma was laying across most of the couch, her head resting on Killian's lap as he dozed awkwardly, his head mostly resting on the wooden window sill behind the couch. Not only did she have a pile of blankets heaped on top of her but Killian's long coat as well. Which left the pirate shivering slightly in his sleep.
She smiled, shaking her head. He'd freeze to death to keep her warm. Carefully sitting up, she pulled off one of her blankets and draped it across his shoulders.
"Emma?" He asked groggily, blinking in a slow, sleepy way. It was rather cute, Emma thought.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." She leaned against the back of the couch, watching him wake up. "You could have gone home though. No need to make yourself uncomfortable."
"I didn't want to disturb you, Swan, you looked at peace for once." He draped an arm around her shoulders. "I may have just been reluctant to leave your side as well." He glanced sideways at her, drawn and serious, "you were so cold, love. I feared..."
"That I wouldn't wake up." She finished, clutching his hand between both of hers. In a bad approximation of his accent, Emma said "aye but I'm a survivor love," in a dumb attempt to alleviate his worry. It at least got a smile out of him.
He laced his fingers between hers. "And my 'home' is Granny's." He quirks an eyebrow at her, "This is just as good, better even with you by side." A pang of pity jolted Emma followed by guilt. He had given up his home for her after all.
Just as she was about to say something, apologize or something, she wasn't sure, he spoke again. "A trade I'd make again in an instant, Emma, so don't say what I think you're about to say." She smiled, thinking that he knows her a little too well sometimes.
They sat in companionable silence and after a little while, Emma leaned into his side, breathing in the leather of his vest and whatever aftershave he used. "I don't know if I ever actually said thank you for that. I know I thanked you for coming back but that was before I knew how big of a sacrifice you made."
"The kissing was a rather good repayment."
"No, really Killian." She pulled back to look at him again, eyes burning with sincerity. "You gave up literally everything you had. To help me and my family."
He was a quiet a moment, staring intently back at her. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully. "The Jolly Roger was a small price to pay to see you again, love. As i said, I'd do it again in an instant."
No one had ever done that for her before, given up everything for her. No one had given up anything for her. Not like this. Leaning closer to him, she whispered, "thank you." He seemed to get that she meant it for more than just the ship and memory potion because his face softened into a real smile, not a smirk. She closed the rest of the distance between them, pressing her lips to his.
She thought she must still be cold from the ice cave because his lips were scorching against hers even though the kiss was a slow one. He threaded his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head gently. His hook arm slid down her back, pulling them closer together.
Emma brought her hands to his neck, one thumb rubbing circles along his jaw. When he bit her lower lip gently, a shudder went through her body. It had been a long time since she had been kissed like this. Killian seemed to think she was still cold though since he pulled away and brought an afghan up around her shoulders.
"You should go to sleep, love, in your bed this time." He smirked at her before adding "even though I did enjoy your head in my lap," she smacked his arm playfully. She wanted to protest, to keep kissing him, but her body was tired.
She glanced at the clock and was shocked to find it was three in the morning. "Okay." They stood up, Emma keeping the afghan tucked around her as Killian reached for his jacket. She was thinking about the long walk back to granny's and of how tired he must be. Before she had even decided to, she was asking, "wait, do you want to stay here tonight? I know it's crowded but my bed is big enough for two." His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair from shock before she added, hastily, "to sleep. Just to sleep."
His eyes flickered to her parent's bed before meeting hers again. "What about them?"
"What about them? They'll deal. I'm an adult and I want you to stay." And she did, she realized. It had been a very crappy day what with the almost dying of hypothermia and she wanted him close to her. He made her feel better.
Gesturing to the stairs, he smiled "then lead the way, love." He grabbed a few more blankets before following her up to the landing.
Emma held her warmest pajamas in her hands, watching him unbutton his vest "Okay, turn around for a minute so I can change."
"If you must insist" He smirked at her, raising an eyebrow before finally turning around. She hurried the change, then crawled into bed, telling him it was okay to look again. He thought she looked rather adorable in her white, fuzzy pajamas and it warmed his heart seeing her this way. He kicked his boots off and laid the vest on her dresser, leaving him in a loose linen skirt and his leather pants, before joining her under the covers.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable without the leather pants?" She questioned, prodding his thigh.
"Aye, but I didn't think you'd be too keen if I were half naked in your bed when all we're allowed to do is sleep," his whispered mischievously. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help darting a look between his thighs even though pants and blankets covered it.
"You don't-"
"Wear knickers? No, not since I was in the royal navy if I'm being honest. No room with these pants" He winked and layered more blankets over her half of the bed. He gently pressed her shoulder until she laid down before joining her. "I'll be fine love. It's a very small price to pay to be invited into your bed. Sleep now," he insisted as it looked like she was about to protest.
Surprisingly, he thought, she shut her mouth and cozied up beside him, facing him on her side. He detached his hook, setting it gently on the nightstand before wedging one arm under her neck and the other around her waist so they were fitted together closely but comfortably.
The two drifted off quickly.
