A/N: Short little CaptainSwann moment. Nothing extravagant! I just liked the motto ...


"What do you think? The red or the blue?" Emma held up two identical sweaters to Killian who was lounging on the bed.

"Does it matter?" He hummed.

"Yes, now pay attention." Emma snapped her fingers and Killian tore his eyes aware from his new toy (Rubik's cube) to stare at his Saviour. He knew she was panicking, and that she had good reason to – it was the first grand family occasion, and while Princess Emma would have been raised with dance training and ball gowns, his Emma grew up on the streets in a scavenger life. He also realised that even in his previous life as an honest sailor he had attended formal ceremonies and was infinitely more relaxed than his beau who had thrown both sweaters on the bed and was now angrily sorting through her wardrobe.

"Relax." He offered quietly, he stood behind her and now she stood forlornly at the wardrobe door chewing her lower lip.

"How can you ask me to relax? I'm going to a family dinner with a King, a Queen, an Evil Queen, the Dark One and a pirate…" Emma murmurs and Killian is quick to soothe her.

"You'll be okay." He wraps his arms around her but still cannot ease the worry from her face. He positions himself in front of her and he strokes her chin with his fingers, watching as she relaxes into his touch. Gently he tips her head back and kisses her softly. At first she's still caught in her anxiety but quickly she leans against him and offers back her kiss.

"When in doubt, kiss it out." He murmurs, much to Emma's confusion. "When you're scared and doubting yourself, just kiss me." He smiled and is relieved to hear her laugh.

"That's the answer?"

"My lips should always be the answer." He smirked. "Wear the purple blouse, it suits you better." HE stepped back to grab the button down and her smile grew wider.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Can we now leave please Swann, if I miss Robin's BBQ, I'm going to be very angry." He kisses her forehead and gestures to the door.