Author's Note: Hello my beautiful Captain Swanners. These stories are based on prompts received on Tumblr (apiratenhisprincess is my Tumblr name). Enjoy.
Prompt: Killian and Emma are hiding from everyone else on the Jolly Roger and have their own little escape(by that I mean drinking party). Much drunkenness ensues as well as whatever actions inspired by liquid courage. Silliness or Fluffiness but no angst allowed. :)
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"Shhh!" Emma exclaimed, chuckling. "You'll wake them up!" She lightly smacked Killian on his arm as he poured them more rum. "Well, we wouldn't want that." he smiled mischievously, swaying from side to side. They were on the deck of the Jolly Roger on their way back from Neverland, celebrating. Boy, did they need celebrating. It had been a hell of a trip.
Having grown close during the course of their adventure, Emma and Killian agreed to have a little celebration after everyone was asleep. Emma couldn't figure out the feeling she felt as the time to meet came closer, but she didn't allow herself to analyze it further.
So here they were, drunk and drinking more, because they deserved it. Emma looked at the clear blue sky, at the millions and millions of stars and the moon above. The Jolly Roger was flying through the clouds, glowing pixie dust all around it. "It's so beautiful." she sighed. Killian looked at her, smiling. "That it is, darling." Suddenly, she turned to him, an excited look on her face. "You know what I've alwayssss wanted to do?" she asked. Killian smirked and leaned towards her, whispering. "I think I have an idea." he said suggestively. Smirking, Emma turned and skipped towards the steering wheel, putting her hands on it. "I've always wanted to steer this thing! I bet I'd be better at it than you!" she exclaimed.
Chuckling, Killian followed her. "I doubt that, love." he said. An eyebrow raised, Emma began spinning the wheel, getting a little dizzy as she watched its movement. Laughing, Killian put his hand on the wheel, stopping it from spinning. He then walked behind her, took her hands and put them on the wheel, being careful not to hurt her with his hook. Emma shivered, deciding to blame it on the cold. Leaning into her ear, he whispered. "Left is port, right is starboard." he said slowly, inhaling her scent, nuzzled into her neck. Emma sighed, breathing a little heavier. "Go two notches port." he ordered.
Needing to remember which way is left, she turned the wheel two notches to the left, breathing hard as Killian began slowly kissing her neck. "Thatta girl." he said. Forgetting about the wheel and turning around, Killian now had her pinned against it. She could smell the rum on his breath, could see him looking at her lips, like she was now looking at his. "You're drunk." she said, not even trying to get away…not wanting to. Killian chuckled. "As are you m'lady." Smiling, Emma said the first thing that came to her mind. "I think I like you….a lot." She laughed at her confession, putting her hand over her mouth like she just told a secret, eyes wide.
Killian Jones could swear he had never seen a sight so precious. Laughing, he said "Well, I must say, I like you too…a lot." Raising his right hand, he placed it on her cheek and leaned in, kissing her gently. She tasted of rum, of magic, of hope.
End.