Based off of a poem of my own creation:

You're a piece of art;

Your eyes are a constellation only I can see,

Your soft lips brush strokes on pale skin;

Your voice is a lullaby I wish to fall asleep to,

Your body is art on a canvas background;

You're a piece of art,

And I think I love you.

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You're a work of art;

Your sharp lines and edges are defined by the sunlight,

Your soft curves and angles redefined by the moonlight.

You're a piece of art,

Even when you think you aren't:

You're a piece of art,

And I love you.

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She looked at him in the dull glow of their room and softly traced the outlines of his lips with a warm finger, they were slightly parted as he slept beside her. A soft rising and falling of his chest let her know he was still sleeping peacefully. She watched his eyes flicker under closed eyelids and couldn't help the smile that stretched onto her face. What are you dreaming my pirate? She thought.

The soft remains of moonlight settled onto him casting shadows across his always lightly stubbled face and she couldn't help but think about the first time she'd slept beside him and how she couldn't help think about the fact he was like a living piece of art and that his eyes always tinkled with that mischievous glint she loved so dearly.

She traced a long slender finger across his cheek bone, it earned her a soft but delighted sigh from the Pirate beside her. She kissed his temple and his always startlingly blue eyes fluttered open and landed at hers, he smiled and she felt that familiar flutter of her heart.

"Good morning, Lass." Killian mumbled.

She leaned down and placed a soft kiss against his mouth, her thumb stroked soft patterns into his cheek bone. She would never in all her remaining years get tired of waking up to him and being able to kiss him, she marvelled at the feeling of his soft lips against hers.

"Good morning, Killian." She whispered against his lips.

He pulled her closer to him, so their bodies lay entwined and kissed her again. His thumb traced circles into her hip and his hook curled a strand of her hair tugging softly in a way she enjoyed deeply. Their lips moved together like brush strokes creating a fiery art of their own and the passion that built up elicited a moan which escaped her softly. He brushed his tongue against her lower lip and their kissing became an explosion of heat and desire. She eventually pulled back with much reluctance and dismay on both of their parts, they had their day planned and they needed to start getting ready for it. Life waited for no one.

"I do enjoy waking up like that." Killian chuckled deeply.

His hand hadn't moved from her hip and he still traced circles with his thumb, his voice sent thrills down her spine and made her curl her toes against the need to kiss him again. She opted for the safe option of kissing his cheek and slipped out of bed, she walked to the bathroom and looked back with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Are you going to follow me or not?" She teased softly.

His once sleep glazed eyes, blazed so mischievously it took her breath away. He scrambled out of bed after her and they prepared for their day together. When they emerged from the bathroom, showered and perfectly content. Emma threw on a comfortable pair of jeans and a knitted jumper, she had work at the station to do and Killian was going over to her parent's to talk to her father.

They left their small but beautiful home together, his arm around her waist and her hand tucked into the back pocket of his trousers. They talked comfortably between themselves as they walked through the streets bathed in warm sunlight. Sometimes they laughed together, sometimes stopping for a quick kiss.

She leaned up and kissed his lips softly, an arm draped around his neck softly. Her hand found the soft hairs at the nape and tugged on them playfully as they kissed. His hand found the soft skin of her hip again, and she shivered with delight at the heat that radiated off of his hands.

"I love you." She breathed out.

"I love you too, Swan." He spoke tenderly.

They parted and she walked up the station steps to start her day whilst he went on to visit her parents loft.

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Enjoy this very sweet mumble of just stuff. - K