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AN: Thanks to my beta captain-k-jones.:)
Prompt- vacation
Sunset painted the sky with its vibrant oranges, pinks, and purples. A soft breeze caressed her cheeks, making her golden hair dance in the wind. She could feel the air getting cooler, so she tightened the white cardigan around her freckled shoulders. Her toes dug into the smooth sand beneath her. She felt content, well rested, and simply at ease. Maybe taking this trip was actually a good idea.
Vacation was such a foreign concept for her. As a child, Emma Swan never had an opportunity to properly experience it. Foster care did not send their charges further than the nearest theme park, whose owner had a moment of clemency towards poor orphants. Foster families- well, one would have to be lucky to be send to a decent one and stay long enough to actually be able to go somewhere with them. Emma was never a lucky one.
Somehow arriving to Storybrooke changed all of that. She gained a place to call home, a whole fairytale family, and a dashing pirate boyfriend who practically forced her to take some time of. A vacation from being the Saviour, sheriff, princess, and whatever else the townsfolk labeled her. Emma knew she needed to rest and, to be honest, she wanted to have some quality time with her man. Away from magical towns and portals, away from responsibilities. She did not even bother to argue with him about the idea. Constant fighting with fairytale villains would do that to you.
It was both ironic and poetic that her pirate boyfriend chose a tropical island as their vacation destination. The sea always had a calming effect on her. Even when she was a child, she felt comfort by watching the endless horizon. Surprising herself she did not even make a comment about the trip, just started packing.
Truth to be told, spending some time alone with Killian here had its advantages. Especially when he provided views like this.
The sun illuminated his figure. Broad shoulder cast a shadow on the beach as he walked out of the sea. Waves kissed his muscular calfs while splashing on the shoreline with the evening tide. His flower (of course) patterned trunks clung to him in a delicious manner, leaving nothing to imagination. Water drops fell from his hair and eyelashes, tracing a pattern down his neck, and chest. Her fingers itched to replace them, to dig into the triangle of hair, to play a little with it.
She met his impossibly blue eyes, twinkling with mischief, one eyebrow raised in a question they both knew the answer to. A smile graced her lips, and she was sure it matched his in its playfulness.
Killian sat down next to her on the white sand intertwining his fingers with hers. The metal of his rings were cool against her skin and so was his skin as she leaned into him. Her clothes were drenched in an instant, not that she cared.
She never pictured herself as a romantic type, but Killian had a way of showing her things she never knew she wanted in her life. Sitting here with him watching a sunset was pretty darn romantic. So Emma decided, that maybe she wanted romantic things sometimes. After all, she did let love into her life.
"Are you happy Love?" Killian muttered, placing a kiss into her hair. She smiled again before answering.
"Ridiculously."