A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating, it was my birthday so I didn't get time to write as much but here is some fluff to make up for it :)


Killian stirs at the repetitive vibration of a phone on the coffee table and he groans. He's not entirely sure he remembers how he ended up falling asleep on Emma's sofa with her head on his chest but he certainly isn't complaining (although the ache in his neck gives him a small reason to).

'Emma, lass.' He says softly, shaking her shoulders to wake her up. She lets out a muffled moan and he smiles. She's awfully sweet when she's sleepy.

'I think your son is trying to reach you.' He tells her, and she moves quicker now, sitting up with a frown on her face, her blonde curls in disarray from sleep as she grabs her phone.

'It's only 9:15, I'm not supposed to pick him up for another two hours.' She mumbles as she calls him back. He hears the ringing on the other end and watches Emma as she chews her lip worriedly.

'Henry, what's wrong?' She asks as soon as he picks up. Killian can't quite make out the words but Emma's shoulders drop and he assumes everything is okay.

'Sure, of course kid. Let me know when you're on your way back home later though, okay?' Emma says before saying goodbye and hanging up.

'He's going to the movies with his friends today. He wanted to make sure it was okay before going.' She tells him, and she smiles at the thought of her son before groaning again. 'I do not like waking up at this time on a Sunday.'

Killian laughs and puts his arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his chest and kissing her temple.

'How about we have a lazy day then, Swan?' She looks up at him and he sees the surprise in her eyes.

'You don't have anywhere else you need to be?' He feels her hand on his knee and the way she presses herself closer and he smiles at the fact that she clearly doesn't want him to leave.

'Well I haven't been in a relationship for a long time but I'm quite certain that I should be spending my time off work with my girlfriend.' His heart jumps at how she smiles at the word 'girlfriend'. She leans forward and presses her lips against his gently and he knows that she had meant it to be short and sweet but he couldn't resist tugging her back in for more. He's decided that kissing her is his favorite thing to do.

'I didn't call you here last night thinking you would stay.' She says quietly when they separate to catch their breath. 'I just mean that I don't tend to have guys stay around my place.' Killian hears the worry creeping into her voice and he brushes her hair away and looks closely at her.

'I didn't stay for that reason Emma.' He says quietly, and he tilts his head as her cheeks turn a light red.

'But if you're suggesting it…' He adds, and her nervous lip bite turns to a grin as she rolls her eyes.

'We've been on one date Jones, contain yourself.' Emma laughs as she gets up off the sofa and stretches. He tries not to look at the glimpse of her stomach as her vest top rides up but he notices her raised eyebrow and smirk before she turns away and he shakes his head.

'Obviously I didn't go grocery shopping on Friday so your options for breakfast are cereal without milk, the end slices of the loaf that Henry avoids or eggs that have probably been here for far too long.' Emma calls from the kitchen and he follows her voice to find her licking a spoon of peanut butter as she leans against the counter.

'I take it you don't plan on sharing your breakfast then?' He asks with a nod to the jar beside her and she hums as she moves her tongue across the spoon slowly (which has absolutely no effect on him whatsoever). After she's finished she holds out the spoon to him with a challenging glint in her eye and he responds with running his tongue across his bottom lip as he takes it from her (he knows by the way her eyes darken at the gesture that it definitely affects her).

'It's a wonder Henry eats anything with nutritional value when his mother eats peanut butter straight from the jar for breakfast.' He teases as he scoops up a spoonful.

'Says the guy who brought cookies for my child.' She retorts before getting out two bottles of water from the fridge.

Their conversation feels natural, as does standing in her kitchen at 9:30 on a Sunday morning strangely enough. He laughs when she moves to take back the spoon and he holds it above them so she can't reach. She jumps up to try and grab it but he kisses her instead. She tastes like peanut butter and her hair smells like her lavender shampoo and he forgets about teasing her when she's in his arms.

'I'll accept your distraction this time, Jones.' She whispers, and he moves his free hand to rest at the waistband of her jeans. Emma tugs on his bottom lip and he can't help the groan that slips out.

He feels like they've been doing this for years yet every time they kiss it somehow feels new. Her body is pressed against his now, hip to hip as she sways into him. A sentiment rises inside him but dies before it can reach his tongue, thankfully. He forces it to the back of his mind in confusion before realizing that Emma had taken back the spoon and was grinning smugly as she stepped back to grab the jar of peanut butter and head back to the living room. He exhales and runs his hand through his hair before following the sound of her laughter with a grin.


'This is one of my favorite scenes.' Emma tells him just as the girl in the red dress pushes the man in black down the hill on the TV screen.

'Because it's so romantic?' Killian asks in confusion as he twists the tips of her hair around his finger.

'It is! Buttercup just realized that he is Westley.' Emma tells him, but he isn't looking at the TV. He looks down at her, cuddled up to him on the sofa and smiling as she watches her favorite movie.

'You didn't say why this was your favorite movie, lass.' He says quietly, moving his arm to wrap around her more. She wiggles beside him so that she is level with him and he can't help but look down at her lips before she speaks.

'I loved the movie growing up and I actually broke the tape of it because I watched it so many times, the black film was seeping out of the cassette and everything. I cried when it happened and my foster parents yelled at me and said I wouldn't get a new copy. When I was 13 I discovered a local movie theater that played it on a Saturday sometimes so I snuck in to watch it. I guess it reminds me of those dreams I had as a kid of going on an adventure, away from the reality of everything.' Her voice is steady but there is a hint of sadness beneath her words and his grip on her tightens.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.' He tells her, but she shakes her head with a sad smile.

'You didn't, and they're not bad, not really. My childhood sort of feels like a different life, and then soon enough I had Henry and everything changed.' It's the closest she has gotten to talking about the time Henry was born. He gathers that the father isn't around and perhaps never was, and Emma was only a teenager at the time.

'So what's your dream, Killian?' Her question pulls him out of his thoughts and he frowns.

'What do you mean?'

'You said it was your brother's idea to start your shipping business right? It sounds like that was his dream and not yours. So what is yours?' She turns to face him now, the movie forgotten about as the conversation shifts to a more personal level. The question takes him by surprise and he thinks for a moment.

'I've never really thought about my own dream. I suppose if there was anything I'd like to achieve it would be to become a chef or own a restaurant or something, but it's sort of a ridiculous idea.' He shrugs and looks down to where they hands are joined on his lap.

'Why is that ridiculous?' She asks firmly.

'Enjoying cooking doesn't mean I should get paid for it. Besides, I'm in my 30s with no professional experience, it's a little late for a career change.' He feels strange having this conversation, mostly because he had had it before with a less than pleasant outcome.

'Not necessarily. If it's something you really want to do you should go for it. Besides, working at the supermarket was meant to be temporary. If you were going to find another job it may as well be something you enjoy.' Emma makes it sound so simple and for a moment he indulges the idea of following his dreams but it disappears quickly when reality comes back to him.

'I can't really afford to pursue that right now. From paying off everyone in the company when it collapsed to paying bills I don't have a lot of money saved. Starting a new career would mean starting at the bottom in a low paid job and I don't know how long it will take to progress.' He sighs and Emma must sense his desire to change the subject as she simply squeezes his hand and turns back to the movie.

He can't focus on it however and his mind goes over her question about his dreams. This woman somehow keeps managing to make him think and feel things he hasn't before, and it terrifies him.

They quickly slip back into their conversation about the movie and Killian smiles as he watches her mouth along with the lines.

'I'm glad you're sharing your favorite movie with me.' He tells her, and she looks up at him with wide eyes as his words pull her out of her focus on the TV. Her expression softens and he notices the flecks of gold in her eyes and the freckles on her nose. Perhaps he is staring at her too hard but she leans forward to kiss him and he remembers that this is now real between them and he welcomes the feeling of content this thought brings.