I didn't think I'd finish this today...
Anyway, thank you so much for all your feedback and OnceSnow I know I've replied to you but again, I will take your criticism on board and try to improve!
Day 7 - Christmas lights
It took them a couple of days to settle into the apartment and make it look homely but they've managed to get everything done. Henry's room is all fixed up and ready, Killian has moved his few possessions from Granny's to their new place (their new place, what the hell, she can still not quite believe it) and she is now watching her boys hang up Christmas lights around one of the beams in the living room.
She fell in love with the place the moment she'd seen it. She'd been rather surprised when she found out it wasn't let because its location by the dock was superb. Yes, it was an old factory building but it was beautifully redone inside, the brick walls from the original building still intact, new and big windows as well as the gorgeous beams added to give it a less industrial feel and no neighbours even though there was another flat like this on top of theirs. She loves the high ceilings and the spacious open-plan kitchen but most of all she loves that it feels so right, that it feels like this place was made just for her. Knowing what kind of town Storybrooke was, she wouldn't even be too surprised if it was.
While Killian and Henry are busy with the lights, she's hanging ornament after ornament onto the silver fir and doesn't notice when Killian slowly comes up behind her. She's humming slightly (not something she usually does) and only realises something's going on when she can't hear Henry and Killian speak anymore. The two of them were bickering about the best way to hang the lights, Henry insisting he knew better due to his broader knowledge of modern technology, Hook insisting he knew better due to his experience with ropes but from the lack of argument, Emma assumes they've managed to settle on something. She turns around just as Hook tries to throw a strand of fairy lights over her head.
"Watch it, pirate!" she yelps, jumping out of the way just in time, slapping him playfully on the shoulder. "Where's Henry?" she asks, looking around when she can't see her son.
"The lad went outside to see where we could hang these up," Killian explains, holding up the lights in his hand before trying once again to wrap her up in them and Emma quickly ducks out of the way. "I told him I'd follow suit," Killian adds, eyebrow raised and head tilted to the side.
"Then you better hurry, he won't wait for long."
He grins, showing off his dimples and his hair falls into his eyes, making him look even more irresistible than usual. "I thought I could use the moment to, you know…" he teases, scratching behind his ear and taking a step closer.
"Why don't you show me," Emma suggest, also stepping closer, forgetting for a moment that he's still holding the Christmas lights in his hook and before she realises, he's thrown them over her and pulls her in. She basically crashes into him, air escaping from her lungs with an "oof" and accidentally stepping on his foot.
"Sorry," she murmurs, while her hands immediately find their way to his waist (the neck unreachable with her arms basically chained to her sides) and she squints up at him.
She can't hide the smile that steals its way onto her face. It's the same as ever, she is completely under his spell, resistance futile when his eyes meet hers, sparkling with the light of a thousand stars and when his lips press against hers, his tongue begging for entrance that she willingly grants. A moan reverberates at the back of her throat and he hums in appreciation.
Only then, she can hear a cough from the doorway and she remembers where they are.
"Audience," she whispers against his lips and she can feel that he's as reluctant as she is to break apart but they do.
Her lips still tingle from the kiss and she looks over to her son, an almost embarrassed look on her face.
"Those lights won't hang themselves," Henry states, a wide grin on his face when he sees how flustered his mother and her boyfriend are.
"Pardon me," the pirate apologises, smiling at Emma and giving her a peck on the forehead before releasing her from her confinement of the Christmas light chain. He takes a theatrical bow and then leaves the living room with Henry to finish the decoration outside while Emma is left to contemplate on whether she preferred to be interrupted by her parents or her son.
I wish I had more time to think these chapters through... next one will be better, I promise!
