Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson feat. Bruno Mars
As soon as she pulled into the driveway of their little house by the water, Emma could hear the faint sound of music pumping through the air, something upbeat with a strong bass. Laughing to herself, Emma decided to sneak inside to see what Killian was up to with the house all to himself. She opened the door as quietly as she could, feeling the bass pulsing through her veins, and peered through, and seeing him almost made her laugh out loud.
Killian was cleaning the living room – or at least, he had been cleaning the living room, before he got distracted. Now, he was dancing around, still wearing the leathers he was so very fond of, singing at the top of his lungs. In his hands was a large wooden broomstick, which he was using a prop as he danced and shimmied and shook his leather-clad ass around the room, enjoying himself far more than Emma would ever have guessed.
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Called a police and a fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Am I bad 'bout that money
Break it down
Girls hit your hallelujah (oooh)
Girls hit your hallelujah (oooh)
Girls hit your hallelujah (oooh)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to ya
At the sound of Killian trying to mimic Bruno Mars' falsetto, Emma completely lost it, her quiet giggles, stifled by her hand over her mouth, turning into full belly-laughter that she could not contain.
"Swan!" he gasped, the broom in his hand clattering to the floor as he rushed to turn the music off. "I was just… I was just cleaning." His cheeks were scarlet as he turned to face her, and getting deeper red by the second.
"Mhmm, cleaning." Emma chuckled again as she leans against the doorframe. "That's exactly what it looked like."
Before long, they were both dancing around the house, music blaring as they cleaned the entire house til it was spotless, and then some, both having too much fun to stop what they were doing.