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Life for the Savior and her pirate was hard. It was exhausting. The "quiet moments" were few and far between. Their problems ranged from ice queens to giants, from villains to drunk citizens.
Ok, let's be honest: drunk Leroy.
Emma barely had any time to herself. She would leave for work at 6 am, have a short break for lunch at 12, come back to do some paperwork or other miscellaneous sheriff duties, solve some disputes, give a few parking tickets, then would go on patrol at 5. If nothing happened by 6, she would set the phone to forward any calls to her cell phone so she could respond if necessary. But something had come up before 6 every day for the past week. Usually she would split shifts with David, but he'd been busy with a very sick baby Neal since Wednesday, so she offered to take his shifts too.
They really needed to look into finding another person to help at the station.
It wasn't usually that bad. Some days nothing bad would happen all day, and she could just sit and file paperwork, or play solitaire on the ancient desktop computer that sat at the corner of her desk. She would go on patrol and everything would be quiet. Sometimes that made her nervous. What's that saying? Calm before the storm? Those were the days where she was extra careful while on patrol, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. But sometimes she would just take the quiet moments where she could get them. Tonight was one of those nights. David came into work halfway through the day, explaining that Neal was doing a lot better, and that Mary Margret had ushered him out the door saying he needed to take care of his other child now. Emma's heart warmed when she heard that. She was loved. She had a family. Things were looking up.
By 5:45 Emma's eyes were flicking between the phone and the clock. She had just gotten back from her patrol, and she was wishing on her lucky star that the phone would remain silent. Her shift still ended at 6 even if David was there to help out.
With every tick of the clock her eyes would switch from clock to phone. Tick – phone. Tock- clock. Tick- phone. Tock- clock.
"Emma! Stop that, you'll get dizzy and pass out," David scolded good-naturedly, a smile on his lips. He was glad he came in today to help her. She looked like she really needed a break.
"Sorry, I'm just really hoping to be free tonight. If nothing happens before 6 I can go." She replied sheepishly.
"Hot date?" His eyebrow quirked, a little bit of fatherly protectiveness in his question, hoping she would deny it. No such luck.
"Well, I was hoping Killian could come over tonight and "
"Stop! Please I don't want to know," He cut her off, grimacing.
"I was going to say I invited him over for pizza and Netflix." She rolled her eyes, a little red tint to her cheeks now.
"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
"Dad!" A full blown blush covered her entire face now, her eyes wide and embarrassed at the thinly veiled innuendo.
"Emma, I was kidding. Go have your date with the pirate, I can hold down the fort alone for a few minutes." He smiled when she shot out of her seat, grabbed her coat, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks. See you tomorrow!" She called, barely containing her giddiness. Since when was Emma Swan ever giddy?
Since Killian Jones she thought with a smile.
Before she even got to her car, she was on the phone with her (dare she say it?) boyfriend.
"Killian, do you want to come over tonight for pizza and Netflix with Henry and me? I got off work early!" The excitement in her voice could not be hidden.
"Although I have no idea what Netflix is, I'm sure it's delightful. When can I come?"
"Give me a half hour, then come over. You can choose the movie if you want to. Woo! I'm sorry, I'm just so excited for a night off!"
She could hear his calm chuckle on the other end of the line, making her heart flutter and her smile widen.
"Alright, darling, I'll be there in one half hour. Goodbye, Swan."
"Bye," She chirped. She quickly ordered the pizza over the phone, then hopped into her car.
After her quick drive home she opened the door to her apartment (she finally got her own place) and rushed into her room, turning on the shower water. From her room she called to Henry "Killian's coming over for pizza and movie night! Want to join?"
A few seconds later, Henry replied, "Oh. I was hoping to go over to my other mom's tonight. Her, Robin and Roland are going to a movie and ice cream, and they invited me along. I can stay if you want, though." She could tell from his tone of voice that he was hoping she would let him go, but didn't want to offend her.
So it was just her and Killian tonight.
"No, that's fine. Have fun!" She called back. Halfway through her shower she heard a muffled "bye, Mom!" followed by the door closing. She got out of the shower, throwing on her favorite pair of pajama shorts and an old t-shirt. She wanted tonight to be one where she could relax and just be comfortable. Before she could get ready, the doorbell rang, signaling the pizza she had ordered had arrived. After paying the delivery boy, she set the pizza on the counter, and moved back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for her date with Killian.
As she began brushing her long, blonde hair, she heard the signature knock of Captain Hook. Three fast knocks that sounded a bit metallic followed by a brief pause then a fourth. He loved using the hook. She smiled and rolled her eyes.
She smirked and called out, "Come in, Killian!" A few silent seconds passed before the door opened, and he stepped into the living room area tentatively.
"Swan?"
"I'm in here brushing my hair, I'll be out in a second." She could hear him walking back to meet her in the bathroom, his steps now solid and sure. She had left the door open, so when he made his way to her, he leaned against the doorframe and quirked an eyebrow as he watched her.
He couldn't help but think she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Hey. Sorry, I just got out of the shower, but we can eat once I'm done."
"Don't apologize, love. There's nowhere I'd rather be right now," He winked. She gave him a wry smile as she finished untangling her hair. She led the way back to the living room, and motioned for him to take a seat on the couch while she grabbed the pizza box from where she left it in the kitchen. As they settled on the couch with their pizza, she turned on the tv and logged into Netflix.
"Ok, I told you that you could choose what we watch, so what do you want to see?" She asked, turning to look at him as he took a large bite out of his pepperoni pizza.
"Darling, I'm the most unqualified person in this, or any realm to choose what we see tonight on the Netflix. You may choose." The small smile he gave her told her that the only reason he would even be watching "the Netflix" was because she was here to share it with him. Chuckling, she scrolled through the movie options until she found a Victorian era movie. Probably a Jane Austen story, but she thought he would like the story line, the way they talked, and the manners in the movie. Also, she wouldn't have to explain anything like helicopters, emails, or street slang.
When they finished their dinner, they sat back and got comfortable on the couch, with Killian's arm wrapped around her shoulders and Emma leaning into his embrace. She brought her legs up and curled them to the side of her, as she threw a blanket over herself.
A few minutes into the movie her eyelids grew heavy, so she repositioned herself so her head was resting on his thigh, turned slightly so she could still pretend to watch the movie. After getting over the initial shock of Emma acting so comfortable and downright cuddly he began playing with her silky hair. As his fingers trailed through her blond locks, her eyes fluttered closed, the sounds of the movie playing quietly, serving more as background noise than actual entertainment for either of them. Both were more focused on the movements, sighs, and breathing of the other.
By the time the ignored movie was over, and the credits were rolling, Emma had fallen into a deep sleep, still comfortably resting on her pirate. Realizing the movie had ended, and it was getting rather late, Killian attempted to wake her.
Stroking her cheek lightly with the back of his finger, he whispered "Emma, love? Wake up, darling, this Netflix is over." She stirred a bit at his words and gentle touch, but did not wake. He smiled at her unwillingness to wake up, and elected to let her sleep for a few minutes longer. Besides, he was content to watch her sleep.
Killian peered down at Emma for a while, letting his mind wander with thought of what a life with Emma Swan would look like. He imagined lazy Sunday mornings where he would have as much trouble rousing her from sleep as he did now. He envisioned making her and Henry breakfast on Saturdays, and sailing trips that would lead to laughs and smiles that were so rare for his Swan. He vowed to himself then that he would make it his mission in life to make her smile every day. Moving his hand form her hair to run his fingers lightly down her arm, his thoughts returned to his bright future (that is, if she elected to keep him). He thought of holiday celebrations with her parents and her little brother. He imagined babysitting with her, as she rocked baby Neal to sleep. It wasn't a large leap to imagine her holding a small, dark-haired, green-eyed baby as she smiled up at him from a rocking chair.
He didn't mean to think such things, and he barely dared hope for anything so gloriously wonderful. Surprised by his own wandering thoughts, he swept them into a tiny corner of his mind where he kept his wildest dreams.
Now it was really late, and he was sure she couldn't be comfortable like that. He moved to get up, but suddenly stopped when he heard her groans of protest. As he settled back down into the couch, she snuggled closer to him, her hand coming to rest on his knee next to her cheek. When she let out a small sigh, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave her tonight. Not when he was obviously making her nap a comfortable one.
Throwing caution to the wind, Killian made a deal with himself. If he moved to get more comfortable on the couch with Emma and she woke up, he would bid her goodnight. But if she didn't wake up, he would stay.
He scooted away from Emma, holding her head, and gently laying it back on the couch as he maneuvered out from under her. She was still asleep. He found the remote she used to turn the tv on, and looked at all the multicolored buttons until he found the one labeled "power". After he successfully turned the tv off, he reached up and turned the lamp off, placing them in relative darkness. She was still asleep. He then stretched himself out on the couch so his head rested on one of the arm rests, and his feet were propped up on the other. She was still asleep! He looked at Emma, still curled up, and mentally cheered to himself that he had moved without waking her up.
Without warning, Emma's body turned, as she stretched out a bit, snuggling to fit better on the couch with Killian. Her head ended up resting on his shoulder, her nose tickling his neck with little breaths. Her arm wrapped around his middle as he once again began playing with her hair and stroking her cheek.
They woke the next morning with sore backs and aching limbs, but if you asked either the pirate or the princess, they would both tell you it was worth it.
A/N: This one sort of got away from me, I just couldn't stop! This is my longest Fanfiction yet! *Throws confetti* Let me know what you think!