Prompt: Killian getting scared during take off on the plane ride to NY and he grabs Emma's wrist, fluff ensues ;)

Beside her, he fidgeted in his seat. His real hand gripped the armrest between them as he shifted from side to side beneath the restraint of his lap belt.

"Sit still," she ordered under her he was wearing less conspicuous attire than usual, he still seemed out of place- his mannerisms and behaviour somewhat at odds with those of the world around him.

"Must I be restrained like this Swan? I'm not exactly going to run away am I?" He leaned in close to her so she could feel the heat of his breath upon her neck.

Whipping her head to face him, she flashed him a look that made him pause. "It's to keep you safe, so quit whining." With a small groan, he lay back in his seat and closed his eyes.

Slowly the pane began to pull back and taxi slowly towards the runway. "Emma - how is this quicker than that vehicle of yours? The Roger could out pace this in a heartbeat."

"Wait," she told him as the plane began to it paused and and the engines began to roar, before the plane shot forward, hurtling towards the take off speed.

"Gods!" he cried as he was pushed back into his seat, his hand reaching out and grabbing hers, his fingers digging into her flesh and turning it's pinkish tones white. She chuckled even as his fingers pinched her skin. Wrestling with his hands, she managed eventually to interlace their fingers and rest them in the space between their seats.

As the plane's nose began to rise she heard his breath began to come in deep, shuddering waves. "Shh, relax," she soothed-smiling inside as the brave and ruthless pirate shook beside her.

Finally, their ascent began to slow and the pressure on their bodies subsided. She turned to look at him.

"You can calm down now, we're in the air."

"Gods Emma, you didn't warm me about that!" His face was pale and small beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. Chuckling, she lifted up his hand and placed a small kiss on the back of it.

"Poor thing, all scared by the plane."

"I'm not," he insisted, slightly indignant,until her eyes met his again and a smile broke on his lips. "Well, perhaps a little." He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed hers in return. "But tell anyone Swan and-"

"And?" she asked, her eyebrows arched.

"And you will have to wait and seen," he replied mysteriously, giving her one last look before settling back into his seat and closing his eyes.

"Hmm, I like the sound of that," she quipped as she too let herself relax. Their hands still intertwined. The warmth of his touch making her cheeks glow.