A/N: A little chapter for you to warm me back into writing because I want to start updating my multi-chapters again soon, but need to get back in the zone.
Here there be fluff. Enjoy xox.

Prompt: "Hey, have you seen my..? Oh."

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Wear Your Heart On Your Skin

Emma Swan knew every inch of Killian Jones' body.

She knew the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, that he enjoyed her tugging on when their make-out sessions on his couch got a bit out of hand.
She knew the crinkled lines at the corner of his eyes from when he smiled that wonderful all encompassing smile, and the little scar on his right cheek from when he'd tried to shave as a toddler.
She knew the muscled outlines of his abdomen and the dips and crests that created an oh so tempting v that disappeared into his waistband.
She knew he had rock hard thighs but surprisingly soft backs to his knees, that also happened to be the most ticklish spot on his body.
She knew the joint in his ankle (currently bruised after an incident with a particularly petulant toddler) and the soles of his feet that ached almost as much as hers after a day wandering in character shoes.

Emma Swan knew Killian Jones from the top of his head, to the tips of his little toes, including the occasional traces of ink that littered his person.
With the sea in his blood, like all sailors he enjoyed a tattoo here and there; yet, his held history, rather than drunken mistakes.

The dagger pierced heart on his arm, with the name Milah scrawled in curling script was a testament to the married woman that had drawn him in and kicked him away into a downward spiral of rum and heart-ache.
The nautical star on his left hip, evidence of his time in the navy.
Vines that curled to form the letters L.J on his shoulder, in memory of the brother that had been his only family.
Lastly, the anchor at the small of his back, which he had gotten just after joining the Florida family, claiming that they kept him grounded in smooth waters or rough.

She'd traced every last one with her fingers and lips, the light touch on sensitive skin always enough to rile him into pulling her up to collide their mouths.
Those were the great nights, Emma thought, blushing at the memory of some of their wilder escapades. Elsa for one had not been too impressed catching them in the kitchen, and in fact had them bleach clean all of the counters before she even considered getting food out.

So yes, in short, there was nothing on Killian Jones' body that would ever surprise Emma.

~E&K~

Killian sat behind the wheel of his flat-top coupe, idly tapping his fingers to the beat of some tune on the radio. Emma sat to his right, aggressively texting someone (most likely Ruby) and probably deflecting the suggestive comments likely pouring from her room-mate. Even after few months of the two of them being together, they were still the centre of unwanted attention amongst their friends. The cast enjoyed making a huge deal out of every little thing they did from holding hands to sharing food; when Emma didn't come down to breakfast at her house and Mary-Margaret received a disgruntled selfie from David with her in back of the kitchen, cooking breakfast in nothing but one of Killian's shirt, well...safe to say the wolf-whistles and cat-calls only intensified.

He chuckled as they pulled into the lot and Emma gave the finger to Mary-Margaret, Elsa and Ruby who were all whooping from beside the station wagon. There were several: 'get it girl's' and 'save a roller-coaster, ride a Disney prince,' comments.
Watching as the blush spread over his girlfriend's cheeks, Killian laughed again before grabbing their bags from the backseat and walking around to the passenger side to drag Emma out.

She emerged somewhat unwillingly, glaring over his shoulder at the assembly of women, before he caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, drawing her eyes back to him.
"Go get changed, I'll see you soon."
With that he placed a soft, chaste kiss upon her lips, choosing to ignore the squeals from behind them.
"I love you," Emma murmured against his mouth, not wishing to add fuel to the fire.
"I love you too," was his quiet response, handing over her bag, stealing one last kiss and then sending her off to suffer at the hands of her meddlesome friends, who immediately engulfed her.

With an amused eye-roll, Killian hefted his own duffel-bag before striding across the tarmac to the men's dressing rooms.
He knew that they'd overslept and, consequently, were the last to arrive, even going so far as to be later than Leroy, and while Emma thought she had it bad with the Princesses; there was no preparing Killian for the avalanche of sexual and innuendo laden comments that were surely coming his way as he pushed open the door.

As if on cue, the roar of approval and round of applause from his male colleagues was quite frankly deafening as he made his entrance; sarcastically bowing whilst twirling his hand for their amusement.
"Nice night Jones!" yelled Eric.
"Did you get any?" called out Will.
"He didn't, I would know, lets stop talking about it," was David's stiff reply from across the room, "There are some things that a man does not need to know about his practically little sister, the many ways in which Killian chooses to defile her are those things. Seriously, do we have to discuss this every time she spends the night? It's bad enough as it is with their lack of ability to just do it behind closed doors and all the heavy praying that goes on. Just join a church group for god sake."
The hollers got even louder and the ribbing less subtle until:
"Alright you horny bastards." Killian yelled, "You heard the man lads, I didn't have sex, just a nice night in with my lass; although apparently that's still too scarring for David. I think we can leave it at that, aye?"
"Aye, aye Captain," they all chanted, going back to getting ready for the day.

Killian followed suit, tugging open the zip on his bag and quickly realising that the make-up bag on top was definitely not his.

Emma must have shoved it in there last night when she was too tired to think straight. He considered taking it over to her immediately, but considering how late he was now, decided to wait until he at least had his own costume on.

He tugged off his t-shirt just as the door burst open and Emma came barrelling in.

"Hey, have you seen my..? Oh."

~E&K~

Being made to walk into the Princess dressing room at Disney world was like being sucked into a storm of lipstick, perfume and taffeta. The space was littered with dresses, heels, brushes for both make-up and hair, their day clothes strewn over the tops of lockers, an assortment of purses strung along a line of hooks and a series of group and individual photos from cast members, both past and present, taped along the edges of the mirrors.
The air was always filled with chatter and held the lingering sent of hairspray; all in all, it was some form of organised chaos that made Regina cringe, but was satisfying to them.

"Captain Swan were at it again!" Ruby announced upon their entry, causing all of the chatter to shift.
"We want details this time Emma," said Anna.
"Yeah, we've been dying to know if that chest hair continues downwards, to far more enticing muscles," chimed in Ashleigh, which was frankly quite outrageous for the semi- quiet girl.
"You guys are gross and frankly, too invested with my sex life," said Emma, moving over to her locker, "Work was so tiring yesterday especially with the ankle kicking incident, we basically got back I took a shower while he cooked and then fell asleep in front of whatever movie was on TV."
"So...no dirty sex with the Captain?" Ruby pouted, actually pouted.
"No," sighed Emma, "Not since Saturday...and why do you insist on calling him Captain."
"1) Navy," said Mary-Margaret, "2) We all know if Killian wasn't such a great Flynn Rider, he'd be begging Regina to let him play Hook."

It was a fair enough statement. Emma had learnt early on in their relationship about Killian's love of all things pirate, particularly for one Captain James Hook, whom he believed to be a misunderstood anti-hero suffering at the hands of some twisted demon child, opposed to a black-hearted villain with a tendency towards violence against children. She'd found it adorable how excited he'd gotten over Pirates of the Caribbean, and his long winded rants over misconstrued opinions of Captain Hook.
She'd also discovered the benefits of catching him so very riled up after one of these venting sessions. It would seem his passion for pirates, extended to passion in other areas of his life.

Opening up her locker, Emma threw off her regular wear before slipping into her Rapunzel gear. She'd figured out how to get the process done speedily after one too many close calls with lateness after an activity filled night with Killian.
Reaching into her bag, she started to rummage for her make-up bag. She was sure she had packed it last night, tossing it inside the black canvas when she found it on the side...except, Emma's bag wasn't black; it was red.
With an exasperated sigh, Emma closed her locker, slipping on the flip-flops that she used to travel between locations and heading over to the male dressing room.

The level of nudity she would be facing didn't really come to mind as she came bursting through the door.
She didn't really notice the yells of alarm from Al, Kris and Thomas who quickly tried to cover their mostly exposed lower halves; her attention was focused on the mission of getting her kit back, so she quickly located Killian and called out,

"Hey, have you seen my..? Oh."

Emma Swan knew every inch of Killian Jones' body; so it was safe to say she was surprised when she saw a new piece of ink on the left half of his chest near his heart.

~E&K~

"Swan if you don't stop doodling your food is going to go cold," Killian said through a mouthful of fries from where he sat across from her in a booth at Granny's (the little diner run by Ruby's grandmother)
"Sorry I'm in a fidgety mood."
Her boyfriend's features softened even further as he reached across the laminate table to grasp her hand;
"I would ask if you'd had a long day, but I was there so I know that you did. I didn't mean to sound rude, just know that you'd be annoyed if the onion rings weren't warm."

She caressed his fingers, marvelling once again over how much Killian cared about her in a way no one had (in a romantic sense) for a long time.

With a quick smile, her hand retreated, grabbing a fresh napkin and picking up her pen once more.
She sketched lightly on the tissue for a couple of minutes, before pushing it across the table to rest beside Killian's plate.
"For you," she whispered, turning back to her food.

~E&K~

She'd never seen him pocket it, never seen it around his place, assuming the napkin had ended up in the trash at some point in the last week since she'd drawn it.
The evidence that he'd kept it, and obviously kept it close, was now here before her, sitting in a permanent reminder on his skin.

Very carefully, she reached out to trace the lines of ink that made up the hook and head of a swan, bent together to form a heart over where his resided.
"When?" was all she managed to get out, not able to take her eyes off the design.
"Sunday," he said softly, "You were having a girls day and I wanted to surprise you, but we've been so busy or tired that there was never a time."

There was silence again as she continued to move her fingers over the latest addition to his body.

"Are you mad?" Killian asked, barely above a whisper, the fear evident even in his hushed voice, "I know it's a big thing and might be too much too fast but I love you and I wanted-"
Emma cut him off with her fingers against his lips.
"I love it," she murmured, finally lifting her eyes to meet those shiny baby blues, "I love it and I love you, and if we were alone and had time I would totally have jumped your bones right now."
"An option we can explore at a later date," Killian sighed, pressing a kiss to her fingertips and then allowing their foreheads to meet. "Emma."
"Hmm?"
"I love you too."

She smiled into the skin of his chest as she nuzzled closer, drawing him in with her arms around his waist and her lips against the tattoo.

It was as if the rest of the world had fallen away and just the two of them were left.

If only.

"Er guys...," interrupted Jeff, "We've got like ten minutes."

"Shit!" Emma yelled.
Sighting her make-up bag on the bench behind Killian, she grabbed the damned thing, planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek and then took off yelling,
"We'll finish this later!" over her shoulder.

~E&K~

Later, as it turns out, was that very evening as the pair lay tangled together amongst the rumpled sheets on Killian's bed.
"Twice in a row," he breathed against her temple, "Twice in a row we're going to drive in together, the damn vultures are going to be unbearable."

Emma laughed, craning her neck to meet him in a lazy kiss.
"I don't care," she sighed, resting her head against his sternum and reaching over to once again finger her doodle on his skin,
"We'll face whatever comes together."

A/N: There we have it folks. A little piece of fluff to sooth your hiatus pains. I sincerely hoped you enjoyed this wee update and please remember you are free to send me prompts or snapshot ideas of what you'd like to see from the Disney cast.
Stay gorgeous my beauties.