Killian stared deep into her eyes. Wondering, testing, questioning. Maybe worrying a little though he would never admit it. He wanted to satisfy all her whims but this was freaking him out. And he was a 300-years-old pirate for crying out loud. He wasn't scared! Just intimidated a little. Everyone was intimidated of the unknown. But he wanted to please her. Above anything else Killian Jones wanted to fulfill all of Emma Swan's wishes.
Emma's eyes were shining with anticipation. She was sitting on the countertop, which thanks to a certain pirate had turned into one of her favourite spots, one she would never again associate with eating. Her hands were on either side of her neck, her legs wide apart, her head cocked to the side. Clueless!Killian was way too cute and alluring. OK, any Killian was way too alluring but this one was currently making her tingle all over. And she knew he would do it. He never back down from a challenge, he never let her down, he never denied her. She felt a sort of power just thinking about it and shivered slightly.
The captain noticed her reaction and grinned despite himself. He moved closer. Hand on her knee, rubbing lazy little circles. His hook went around to run down her back and she broke out into a full out pleasure-filled shiver. His eyes were glued to her lovely lips. Mmm, Emma's lips. He was just leaning forward, their breaths mingling, when she brought one of her hands around, tapping his nose gently and giving him a look.
Well, damn. He had been so close to getting out of it.
Her finger slipped lower, teasing his lips. His mouth fell open to suck on her finger and that's all she needed.
In the next second Killian's eyes widened. His mouth closed slowly, carefully. His teeth playing gently with it, his tongue probing it. Emma rolled her eyes but the corners of her mouth wouldn't stay down. His licked his lower lip and swallowed carefully. It was new and strange and confusing. He had no idea what was expected of him.
Emma raised her eyebrows and he bit down. And then again and again. And again.
"Emma!" Killian moved back, grabbing his chin with his good hand. "What the hell is this?"
She just grinned at him.
"Swan, I'm not playing around! What is this strawberry-scented rubber? This is worse than the damn jello."
Emma looked indignant.
"You like the jello!"
"I eat the jello. There's a slight difference."
"Well, why do you eat it, if you don't like it?" she put her hands on her hips and raised a challenging eyebrow.
"I-" he seemed to chew harder for a few seconds. "Bloody hell! It's still there! I'm spitting this out."
The blonde rolled her eyes.
"It's supposed to be there, Killian. It's gum. Just keep chewing."
"So what? It will never disappear?"
He seemed way too unnerved by the prospect. Emma sighed.
"Fine, you can spit it out."
He opened his mouth but then closed it again. Eyeing her carefully and then continuing to chew.
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
"Well whaat?" he asked, obviously finding it weird to talk with the piece of gum in his mouth.
"Won't you spit it out?"
"Nope," he popped his 'p' in that annoying way he had picked up since moving to Storybrooke, the one that let her know he was being difficult.
"Killian, if you hate it, don't chew it," she hopped off the counter. "And if you hate my jello, just tell me."
"I don't hate your jello," he said, moving closer and for the first time starting to chew absentmindedly. "I'm just not used to it, lass. Your crazy machines are easier to deal with than all those bloody things that you are trying to pass for food, while they are clearly not."
"That's why I'm telling you that you don't have to force yourself to eat them."
"Oh, but you make the cutest faces while I do," he grinned, putting his arms around her.
Emma couldn't suppress an eye-roll.
"My expressions are a direct reaction to yours. I should make you eat ice-cream in front of a mirror sometime."
"Mmm, ice-cream. Cream. Emma with cream."
"Seriously? That's the way your brain works? Wait. No. I'm not even surprised."
"But see? I have become quite fond of some of your world's 'food inventions'."
"Yeah. Well, I promise to stop pestering you to try everything," she said understandingly, thinking that she hadn't been too enthusiastic about the food in the Enchanted Forest either.
"Now why would you do that? If I don't try everything, I can't pick out what I like."
Before Emma could reply Killian blew a bubble that popped and ended up all over his nose, sending her into a fit of hysterics.
"What the hell was that?" yelled the pirate, trying to get rid of the offending sticky mess.
"You mastered chewing gum," said Emma through her laughter, swapping his hand away so that she could get rid of the aftermath of his very first gum bubble.
"I did?" he asked, the surprise and pride on his face almost managing reduce her to a giggling mess again but she got herself under control and just nodded, smiling brightly at him.
"Yeah, baby, you did."
The pirate grinned from ear to ear. Endearments from Emma were rare. It didn't make him doubt whether or not she cared or anything. It just wasn't her thing. So when she did use one on him, he knew he had been especially 'adorable' as she put it.
"See? That's why I do it."
She furrowed her brows in confusion.
"To make you smile," he clarified, leaning down to kiss her. "It's all to make you smile, love."
Emma bit her lower lip once he let it go, trying hard not to blush. And failing.
"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes, moving away from him, trying to play it down, but he grinned knowingly.
There was a special door for him in the middle of Emma Swan's walls. And he was enlarging it every day.
A rattling sound drew him out of his thoughts. Emma had opened the fridge and come out with a whole new expression on her face. A naughty little smirk he knew all too well.
Shaking the can of cream in her hand, the sheriff advanced towards him.
