Note: I'm not 100% familiar with the layout of Storybrooke beyond what I remember from the show and a big of Google-ing to find a map. Hope you enjoy. Thanks!
Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat in the booth at Granny's.
"Something wrong, Swan?" Hook asked, eyeing her from across the table.
"We need to find a better place to spend the night than the boathouse," she replied quietly, "I think there's a splinter in my a- hey, kid!"
Henry came through the front door and trotted over to them, smiling.
"Hey," he said, sliding into the booth next to his mother, "Where did you go last night?"
"Just - had to get some air," Emma replied, "Are you ready to go find a place?"
"Yep," Henry replied, setting his newspaper on the table. It was bedecked with red pen circles and notes.
"Kid, this looks like schematics for building a skyscraper," Emma observed somewhat dubiously. From the looks of the paper, Henry was intent to scour every available shelter in Storybrooke.
"Well, I wasn't sure what you wanted," Henry replied. Ruby delivered coffee and cocoa to the table.
"What I want is a place to sleep," Emma said, taking a swig of coffee, "It doesn't have to be the Taj Mahal,"
"I didn't know how much . . . space you wanted," Henry replied, burying his nose in his cocoa.
"I've lived out of my car before," she countered with a cock of her eyebrow.
"I meant . . . you know . . . who would be living with us," he said before shooting a quick glance at Hook.
"Oh," Emma replied, looking between Henry and Killian.
"Here you go!" Ruby appeared, breaking up the tension by offering up hot plates of food, "Let me know if you need anything else,"
"Thanks, Ruby," Henry said before tucking away his paper and picking up his fork to dig in. Before attending to her own plate, Emma shared a glance with Killian.
The thought had crossed her mind. He was a pirate without a ship and they were well beyond simply dating. The daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming wasn't one to be courted with dinner and a movie and especially not by Captain Hook. No, this wasn't a typical relationship and none of them were typical people.
With a pang of regret Emma realized, yet again, that Storybrooke wasn't New York.
This was becoming exhausting. After the fourth apartment, which Henry seemed to pick apart even more brutally than the third, Emma was becoming desperate for the days of living in her car. At least then she could actually sit down once in a while.
"Kid, what's wrong with this one?" she asked as they stood outside the fifth attempt. Henry cast an appraising eye on the structure.
"Nothing yet," he replied and marched through the door.
"C'mon, Anna is waiting for us!" he called, trodding up the steps. Anna was the real estate agent Henry had roped into the adventure. While Emma's own patience was waning, Anna seemed to be filled with the same childlike enthusiasm that Henry had, making both of them a tad insufferable.
Emma saw Hook's shoulder's droop in defeat as she squared her own before heading to the door.
"You don't have to stay along for all this," she offered. Hook grinned impishly.
"I just think that three stories up might be a bit to climb when I come sneaking in your window to ravish you," he replied.
Emma rolled her eyes but let out a laugh.
"I'm not the type to be ravished," she said.
"Your actions last night say different," he replied, running his hand over her backside with familiarity, "Or have you already forgotten the splinters?"
Despite herself, she grinned even wider and stole a kiss from him.
"Let's hope this place has carpeting," she replied.
Renewed, somewhat, she trotted up the three flights of stairs to find Anna and Henry deep in discussion over the history of the house.
It was the top floor of an old Victorian-style house that had been converted into an apartment. The stairwell came up the west side of the house and the door opened into a living room. Wandering around, Emma realized the apartment connected in a circle. She went left, from the living room, into the kitchen with a small dining area, and then through another door to an office (which, she thought, would be a good sized room for Henry). The door from the office led to a large bathroom which was connected to the master bedroom. It was situated in the tower of the house and had windows nearly all the way around the room.
Emma leaned against one of them, looking down at the town before her.
"The princess in her tower," Killian observed. Emma turned her head to her shoulder and smiled.
"Let's hope Donald Trump out there actually likes this place," she said, looking back out the window, "It's nice,"
Killian stood next to her, taking in the view. The house was situated at the end of Main Street and from their perch, they could see all the way to the water.
"No trees to climb but I'd wager that I could make it up that lattice without much trouble," Killian observed, nodding down towards the ivy-covered lattice. Emma grinned and shook her head.
"You're not climbing up the front of my apartment," she said.
"Then how I shall I sneak in?" he asked, his tone a mix of teasing and flirtation.
"Why would you need to sneak into our apartment?" she replied and then bit the end of her tongue. She berated herself mentally for even having let it slip. Our apartment. They certainly weren't a normal couple but she was quite certain that even pirates might hesitate if things moved too quickly. Our apartment was definitely moving too quickly.
There was a long moment of silence between them, broken up only by the sound of Henry's excited questions to Anna's enthusiastic responses.
"I think your lad has found his place," Hook said, keeping his eyes on Emma.
"I think so," she replied. Killian intertwined his fingers in hers and brought her hand to his lips.
"And you? Have you found your place?" he asked before kissing her fingers gently.
"I think so," she repeated.