Prompt: I need a thousand fics of Emma making Killian's stuff disappear... Like a cute LD one where she keeps messin with the uptight lieutenant who I assigned to protect her or like Emma watching him and making the chair beneath him disappear and him just being like: SWAN! NOT AGAIN!

Ahhhhh I wanted to do this, but instead I made it so 16 year old Emma is watching the Lieutenant work and is bored out of her mind and then they piss each other off and she uses magic to toss him overboard into the ocean.

Rated F & W: Fluffy and What?

"What?" He asked without moving his eyes up from the parchment.

With a quill in his right hand, he continued to strike and slash at words. He'd been at it all morning. Editing Gods knows what and striving for some sort of perfection. It was enough to make her want to pull her hair out. How could someone so close to her own age be so uptight? Also, the Gods above and below must of taken pleasure in making her miserable because they had continuously placed her at his side ever since the two first met three years ago.

"Are you going to be at that all day?" Emma folded her arms. It had been hours. She had been cooped up watching him scribble away for hours.

"I have certain obligations to meet before midday, Your Highness." He responded with a bit of an edge to his voice. He may have hid it well in front of others but Emma knew better. She got on his nerves just as much as she got on his. "You do not need to sit with me. If you prefer to go on deck I can request Mr. Starkey accompany you."

"The Captain promised me that you would-"

He sighed. "Yes, I'm well aware of what HE promised, Your Highness."

She dragged her hands across her face. In hindsight, she regretted jumping at the chance to travel to the Eastern continent by ship. She stupidly let the idea of traveling by sea cloud her better judgement. What was supposed to be two months of freedom and adventure ended up being two months at stuck on a boat with Lieutenant Boring as her escort. Two months of never ending "Your Highness" and "m'lady." Two months of confined spaces and quarters with a man that at times made her want to stick hot pokers in her eyeballs.

There hadn't been a good breeze in nearly three days. To make things worse, there was not one cloud in the sky. The sun and sweltering heat without a fresh gust of air was causing her to lose her damn mind. Emma didn't know why she had just been sitting there with him all morning. She knew he would come find her when he was ready to make good on his promise, but for some reason she decided to just sit there anyway... watching and waiting... driving him crazy.

"What?" He asked once more drumming his fingers against the wooden desk.

"I'm staring at you."

"Yes," he grumbled. "I can feel your eyes burning holes into the back of my head, Your Highness."

"Emma." She corrected. She stared down at her boots and began to swing them back and forth. They'd disappear under the table, then come back, then disappear, and wow, surprise, come back. "Are you almost done?"

His shoulders tensed. "Might I suggest occupying your time with one of the books on the shelves?"

She snorted. "It's too damn hot outside for me to just sit still and read."

He dropped his quill. "Bloody hell."

She scrunched up her nose at him as he turned to face her. Beads of sweat were visible on his brow. "Really?"

"What?"

"The attitude." She rolled her eyes. "Keep it up and I'll toss you overboard."

He snickered. "I'd like to see you try."

"Don't test my patience, Lieutenant. It is too fucking hot outside."

He didn't flinch at her language. That was one thing he had going for him she supposed. The man never did back down when she got in his face.

"I promise you this, Your Highness, if I go down, I am taking you with me."

He quickly made way into her space. She pulled herself off the table to meet his eyes. "You can try." Emma scoffed.

"I doubt that-"

She snapped her fingers and before he could even finish his words they were on deck. She placed both hands on her hips and took a step forward. "Care to finish that sentence?" He -unsurprisingly- held his ground. Most would cower and back off once she used magic, but not the Lieutenant. It didn't even phase him.

"…I'd have to try hard."

Emma's eyes widened. He actually did it. He actually finished it and she could feel a new heat rising in her cheeks that didn't come from the sun.

"You're a really stubborn ass." She said folding her arms.

The men on deck paused to see the two going at it. "The suns got to 'em." Someone whispered.

"Care to add anything else, Your Highness?" He lifted an eyebrow.

That was it. He was in for it. Her eyes narrowed.

"Hope you can swim." Emma raised her hand to snap, but before her fingers finished rubbing together he had reached out and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body against his.

Oh shit.

Emma screamed as the two of them fell from the open air into the warm sea.

"Fuuuuuucccckkkkk." She groaned as she peeled away strands of her hair that had draped around her eyes like a curtain. She found that the Lieutenant was beaming in front of her with a grin pulling from ear to ear. She splashed water into his face.

He laughed. "Temper. Temper."

She splashed him once more. "I will destroy you." When he splashed her back she could feel a faint smile threatening her lips. "This means war. Hope you can sleep with one eye open."

"Aye." He called out followed by a snort. "It's a technique I mastered since crossing paths with a very mischievous princess three years ago."

The splashing ended. Emma let a giggle slip. "How'd you know when I'd do it?"

"Do what?" He questioned pushing his own wet bangs away from his eyes. Emma brought both her hands out of the water and pretended to snap. He nodded. "Your eyes are quite revealing." He replied moving his hand toward her face. She sucked in a breath as he moved a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Right before you use magic they sparkle."

She pushed his shoulder lightly. "You're joking."

"Aye." He smiled bringing his head closer to hers. "There's no tell. Your eyes always sparkle."

Emma's entire face burned. Her lashes fluttered and she dragged her bottom lip into her mouth. Good Gods what was going on? Was he flirting with her? Even worse, was she enjoying it? She continued to smile and she caught herself purposely drifting closer to him. What was she doing?

She cleared her throat. "Want me to, uh, you know?" She nodded her head at the ship.

He looked at the Jewel and the few men gawking at them from the deck instead of doing their jobs. When he moved to face her again his eyes softened. "Wait." He reached for her cheek and brushed something away. Her entire body was now burning. Her insides were a complete mess. Droplets of water fell from his hair onto his skin and she watched as one rolled down his cheek toward the corner of his lips.

She knew she was staring at his lips, but Emma could not bring herself to stop. The two floated a moment completely transfixed on one another.

"Is it possible for the sun to poison your judgement?" She didn't mean to ask it aloud. Her thoughts were carelessly slipping in a breathy voice.

He reached for her fingers under the water. She didn't pull back when he clasped them with his own. Emma's ears were now ringing. She swallowed hard. The Lieutenant was being bold. He'd never done anything like this before. His face was really close to hers now. She watched his lips from under her lashes.

"Not if it was something you already considered before."

She gasped. "W-what?" Her free hand fidgeted by her side under the water. "I-I-I, how many times before?"

"More than I care to admit." He whispered. Was he leaning forward? "Em-"

She blinked hard.

They were now on the deck and the Lieutenant was no longer holding her hand he was moving his fingers through his hair and taking in the reactions of the men around them. All instantly averted their eyes. Some pretended to be busy with the tasks they were supposed to be doing. Emma let out a long breath.

"I'm going to change." She announced to nobody in particular and then pulled herself up. The fabric of her dress clung to her legs.

She practically jogged toward the stairs that led below deck. When she reached her room she quickly made her way in, closed the door, and threw her back up against it. Her palms were pressed up against the wood and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
What had just happened? Why was it so nerve racking?

Why did she want it to happen again?

She closed her eyes and bit the bottom of her lip. Did she like the Lieutenant? Did he like her? Why did she hope he did? What was going to happen now? Would they continue as they always did with the bickering, or would things be different? He was going to kiss her. Why did she not let him? Gods, why did she sort of want him to? Would he try again? Would she try?

She sighed. Eventually she'd have to go back out there. What would he say? What would she say?

It was going to be a long two months.

"Well Emma," she whispered to herself. "You did want an adventure."