Her arms stretched up high above her head as she let out a groan. "You were talking in your sleep again," Killian muttered tiredly from the blow-up bed on the floor,
"I don't sleep-talk Killy,"
"Yes you do and don't call me Killy,"
"Why not? You didn't mind when we were younger,"
"If I recall yes I did lass," he told her. "And at twenty-one I still don't like it, and we're not children anymore,"
"Well, we are having a sleepover are we not?" Emma said with a grin as rolled herself over and propped herself up onto an elbow and looked over the edge of her bed and looked down at Killian.
"I'm surprised your parents let me sleep in your room,"
"You're not in my bed,"
"That's because you flail about too much,"
"Anyway they know nothing will happen between us," Emma smiled. "We're best friends and I am far too much of a lady."
"Course you are love," he said as he rolled his eyebrows. Emma promptly picked up a pillow and flung it over and hit Killian in the face with it.
"I am,"
"No you aren't,"
"Take that back Jones," she told him,
"Never. You are not a lady. You are a slob, stubborn, hot-tempered, rash thinker,"
"I hate you," she said playfully as he hit her back with the pillow. Emma let out a small laugh and sighed before falling back down onto her back.
"So, what was your dream about?" he asked. "The one that obviously required you to speak non-stop,"
"Let me brush my teeth first," she told him as she stretched again causing her baggy chequered shirt, that Killian was pretty sure once belong to him, to rise revealing her stomach. She quickly jumped over him and landed ungracefully and hurried into her ensuite. "So Killian Jones," she called out with her brush still in her mouth so it sounded all muffled.
"Yes Emma Swan?" he answered.
"Breakfast?" she asked as she spat and rinsed.
"Sure,"
"But brush your teeth first. Morning breath,"
"Yes, your majesty," he joked with a fake bow, "But don't think that you can't tell me about this dream you were having,"
"Just a stupid dream about being a princess," she told him truthfully.
"So your majesty was the correct term. Aren't you a bit old for that?"
"Aren't you a bit old for sleepovers?"
"My plumping needs fixing,"
"Yes it does," Emma said with a pout and a sultry voice,
"How can you make that into an innuendo?" he said with a laugh as he walked past her and picked his toothbrush up out of the glass, his blue toothbrush next to her green.
"We aren't all sweet, pure, straight-laced souls like yourself Jones. Some of us have a rebellious dark streak,"
"You couldn't be dark if you tried," he told her after he had finished brushing his teeth thinking it rude to speak whilst he was doing so as she had done previously.
"As if you could either,"
"Course I could. All I would need is a lot of leather, an earring, some rings and a ship,"
"You have a ship,"
"I have a boat. A fishing boat," he corrected her. "I am thinking about a pirate ship. I would plunder the seven seas. Taking what I pleased and not giving a damn to the consequences. I would have a wench on each arm, have a hook for a hand, I would
"Easy there Captain Hook," Emma laughed as she patted his face patronisingly. "Come on breakfast. Then we can see if Leroy has finished the job on your flat,"
"You trying to get me out of your home?"
"My parent's home," corrected Emma. "I'm looking for my own place remember."
"Have you ever thought about leaving Storybrooke?"
"What? No! Why would I want to leave here, I love it here. I am happy."
Mary-Margaret Swan and David Swan were already in the kitchen eating breakfast when Emma and Killian walked in. "Morning," smiled Emma as she gave her dad a kiss on the cheek and then stealing his bacon sandwich. "Emma!" he chastised,
"What?" she feigned innocence as she sat down and took a bite. "You eat enough donuts at work, I'm doing you a favour."
"I'll just have to make another one. Do you want one mate?" he asked Killian,
"Aye, thank you," nodded Killian as he sat down at the table. Mary-Margaret smiled over at Killian and he returned it kindly. "Did you sleep well Mrs Swan,"
"Will you ever call me Mary-Margaret?" she asked him fondly,
"Probably not,"
"Well I slept very well thank you Killian,"
"Give over with the formalities Jones," she told him with a kick to his shin.
"Emma!" exclaimed her mum, "Killian is polite and gentlemanly. You could take a leaf out of his book in regards to manners and formalities sometimes,"
Emma's green eyes blinked twice she felt like she just had a very serious moment of déjà vu. She shook her head and pulled her attention back to her stolen bacon sandwich. "What time does your shift start at Granny's?" David asked pulling her out of her strange moment of déjà vu.
"Um, I start at nine,"
"That's in ten minutes!"
"Yeah it's plenty of time and I'm sure Granny will be fine if I'm a bit late,"
"Emma that is not a good work ethic,"
"Says the Sheriff whose still here as well," Emma retorted.
"I am the sheriff I can decide when I go into work, missus. You cannot, so you can eat my breakfast as you get ready," he told her. Emma sighed but did as she was told. She ruffled Killian's black hair before leaving the kitchen and making her way back upstairs to her room.
"Sorry I'm late," apologised Emma as she hurried into Granny's and picked up her apron from behind the counter and quickly tied it around her waist. Granny just rolled her eyes and threw Emma a cloth and pointed over towards a table that needed cleaned. Emma gave her a salute. "Ruby still isn't here, so you're not doing too bad," Granny told her,
"Late night?" Emma asked as she put the coffee cups into the tub and began to wipe the table,
"More late morning, seen as she hasn't returned home yet," Granny told her bitterly. Emma laughed but quickly stopped when she saw the look on Granny's face. Ruby was like Emma which was why they were such good friends. Emma didn't even really remember when they became so close. She thought about it and realised it was probably in fact only a couple months ago when it happened. Before then they had kind of known of one another but didn't really speak a lot. Ruby was a couple years older than her, she was more around Liam's age but their age difference didn't really affect them as friends. She smiled recalling how Ruby had once told her, "Hanging around with you kids keeps me young."
Once Emma had finished cleaning up it was at this time that Ruby came walking into Granny's she held her hand up to Granny before the woman even had a chance to say anything. "I know I'm late. I'm sorry I got caught up last night,"
"Who this time?"
"I don't think that's any of your business,"
"You still live under my roof Ruby," Granny sighed.
"Yeah whatever," she shrugged as she tied her own apron around her waist. When Ruby brushed past Emma she quickly whispered into her ear, "It was a Doctor by the way," she gave Emma a quick wink before walking over to a table and asking to take someone's order.
"Well hello sailor," whistled Ruby as Killian walked into Granny's. Emma watched as his face went red and scratched behind his ear embarrassed. He was completely soaked from head to toe and the fact he had been wearing a white shirt meant that it was now completely seethrough. "What happened Captain Hook, did the crocodile knock you overboard?" asked Emma when he slid into the booth opposite her.
"Went back to my apartment. Leroy admitted that he actually knew nothing about plumbing and then just left,"
"Please don't tell me you still paid him...oh you idiot,"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway so I thought, you know I've got the day off because its the weekend I'll try and fix it myself, this happened," he said as notioning down at his soaked attire.
"You really are a codfish Hook,"
"Do you have your keys?"
"Why?"
"So I can get into your house love. I need to dry off and put some new clothes on,"
"Why couldn't you do that in your apartment?"
"All my towels were being used trying to soak up the swimming pool that has opened up in my flat. And I might have also accidently broken my boiler,"
"Swimming pool? Up for some skinny dipping sailor?" Killian blushed again and Ruby just laughed and gave him a slap on the back. "Don't worry the man in the uniform I currently have my eyes on is a doctor. So you are okay Killian. Though you do sound like you are having a bit of a crap day,"
"That would be an understatement Ruby," he told her.
"You do look good though,"
"Um...thank you."
"You could do with a drink. Oh I know! Let's all go down to the rabbit hole tonight,"
"Weren't you out last night?" Emma pointed out.
"With the doctor," corrected Ruby, "It wasn't like going out out. It was kind of like a date. So tonight, meet at 8 at the rabbit hole. If your clothes are still wet Killian you may as well come naked. I know I won't mind and I know Emma especially won't mind."
Ruby quickly walked away to serve a customer at the counter and Killian raised an eyebrow at Emma. "Wear some clothes," she told him.
"Wait...Emma I don't drink. It's bad form,"
"Don't be such a stick in the mud Jones. Live a little. Now if you don't mind, my break is over, I need to get back to work," she told him as she slid out of the booth. He held his hand out to her palm facing up she gave him a look questioningly and then just gave him a low-5. He chuckled and shook his head at before clarifying, "Keys, Swan."
