For midnightswans
085:"It's 2 am but you're craving cake and we're both up anyway so let's bake in our underwear."
"You alright, love?" Killian asked, his voice thick with sleep.
Emma looked up from where she was rifling through a kitchen cupboard and gave her husband an apologetic smile.
"Yeah. Sorry, did I wake you?" she asked.
"I missed you," he replied by way of explanation as he walked over to her side.
"I haven't been up that long," she muttered, turning her attention back to the cupboard.
"Long enough," he countered dryly, running a hand through his bed ruffled hair and yawning tiredly. He watched for a few moments, a faint frown forming on his face when he finally asked, "What the devil are you looking for?"
"Cake," she snapped curtly, closing one cupboard door and opening the next.
"Ah," Killian commented with a knowing smile, "The little one is already making demands on you. Your father told me to expect this yearning for different foods."
"It's called a craving and I can promise you, it's not the baby that wants it, it's all me!" she told him with obivous irritation. She moved onto the next cupboard and let out a huff of frustration when that one came up empty too. "Nothing!"
"Well then, we'll have to make some," Killian decided matter of factly.
"Now?" Emma questioned dubiously. "But it's the middle of the night."
"And we're both awake," he pointed out reasonably before adding with a flirtacious wink and endearing smirk, "And as you don't need me to satisfy the other of your more...demanding...appetites, I might as well cater to this one instead."
Emma rolled her eyes and he chuckled, his tiredness forgotten as he pulled open the door of a cupboard then reached in and began taking out the ingredients for their impromptu baking.
An hour later, the kitchen was a mess but Emma sat back with a contented sigh and gave Killian a happy grin.
"Better?" he queried with some amusement.
"Much," she replied patting her slightly rounded stomach.
"There's still another couple left if you want to finish them up?"
"No thanks, I think eight is plenty."
Killian felt it wise not to comment and, instead, deftly gathered up the crumbs she'd left in her haste to eat the delicious cupcakes they'd made together. He got up and threw the waste in the bin then turned to find her standing close behind him. She was biting her lip and twirling a lock of her golden hair around her finger as she eyed him up and down in a way that had his body instantly hardening in response.
"Feeling hungry again, love?" he asked, his voice dipping to a seductive timbre.
"Only for you," she replied huskily, moving in closer and pressing herself fully against him.
Killian groaned as she nipped and kissed her way down from his neck to his chest, his arms coming up to lock her in his firm embrace as he muttered hoarsely, "With child or not, that is one craving of yours I'll always be more than happy to gratify, love."
And he did. Over and over again.
