OH MY GOD THAT SEASON FINALE SHE KISSED HIM SHE REALLY KISSED HIM OMG.

I've never shipped a canon pairing before. Not sure what to do...

Once Upon a Time © ABC

Emma's P.O.V.

The sunlight streaming in woke me up. I yawned and stretched as far as I could. Killian and I had been up for hours the night before talking and exchanging stories and confessions. I woke up lying on my back with Killian's head on my lap. I sat up slowly and smiled down at him. I brushed a piece of hair away from his forehead and pecked his cheek lightly. He moaned lightly and blinked his eyes open at me. He smiled widely.

"Good morning beautiful. I could get used to this," he said while yawning.

"C'mon. You gotta get up. We have to leave soon," I explained. I looked at the clock. 12:30 pm. We were beyond late, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

"Darling, I don't believe Storybrooke is going anywhere anytime soon," Killian said with another yawn. He sat up slowly and stretched. He situated himself to where he was sitting next to me. He grinned widely at me before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back down against him. I screeched with laughter.

"Killian!" I cried out. He chuckled and pinned me against his chest. We were now both laying down. "Killian. We have to get going soon. My parents invited us to dinner," I said with a smile. He smirked back.

"Can't we just sleep an hour or a day longer? I'm bloody exhausted from all that fighting and carrying you around last night," Killian said as his head slumped back onto his pillow and his eyes slipped shut. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, but my body still snuggled closer to him. I hummed in content.

"Killian. When we get back we have all the time in the world together. Now c'mon, we need to start packing. Besides, I'm hungry," I whined.

"Well whatever you'd like for lunch is fine with me darling. As long as it's not that disgusting bologna meat thing Granny once served me," he said. I chuckled and sat up, finally throwing the covers back and standing to stretch. The minute I left the bed, the absence of Killian was almost overbearing and I felt cold. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a white tank top to change into. I slipped into the bathroom to change while Killian still laid in bed. After a short but thankfully warm shower, I got dressed and dealt with my hair.

The clock now read 1:30 pm. I stepped out of the bathroom to find my lazy pirate no longer in bed, but standing out on the balcony. He stood there in dark jeans and a white t-shirt. He had on a red and blue button-up plaid shirt on. None of the buttons were actually buttoned, and he wore both his fake glove and real one. He looked to be watching the ocean. I walked up beside him and leaned on the railing. He immediately wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against himself. I now stood between the railing and Killian, my back pressed against his chest. He wrapped both his arms around my waist.

"How're your ribs love?" He asked. I leaned my head against his chest.

"Better. They ache, and I might have a bruise, but I'll be fine," I said and stared off into the ocean. "Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what Swan?"

"Being a pirate and all your pirate-y adventures and sailing and having the ocean as the only thing for miles?" I asked. He hummed and placed his chin atop my forehead.

"Sometimes darling. I'd much rather spend a day with you by my side than another 300 years at sea though," Killian said and lightly placed his lips on the top of my head. I smiled and closed my eyes, letting the sea breeze blow my blonde curls gently.

"Have you packed your things?" I asked the pirate.

"I've had a decent distraction all morning darling," he explained. I chuckled at his pathetic excuse.

"And while I was in the shower what were you doing?"

"Enjoying my second love," Killian said. I turned in his arms.

"Don't tell me you're already cheating on me," I said with a raised eyebrow. He laughed lightly.

"Relax love. I was talking of the sea. Jealous?" Killian asked with a smirk. I scoffed.

"Not as long as I'm first," I said with a smile as my hands reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He slowly and sweetly pressed his lips to mine.

"Always Emma. Always," he whispered against my lips. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but I could've tripled the amount of time we stood together at that moment and it wouldn't have been enough for me. I caught notice of the clock. 2:00 pm.

"We should get going. We're going to be late for dinner at this rate," I said, releasing the collar of his shirt. "Go ahead and pack your stuff," I ordered and walked over to the bathroom to collect my things. I knew he was watching me as I walked away, but it only brought a smirk to my face. As I gathered my things in the bathroom, my mind wandered to the family I left back home. What were my parents going to think? This wasn't my choice after all; it was only destiny. Our charms matched, therefore we were meant to be. Whoa, Swan. You're really letting the fairytale thing get to you. Perhaps I should take Killian up on that sailing offer...

On the other hand, I knew Henry would be happy. He'd been growing closer and closer to Killian lately. I was sure they'd get along.

A red flag suddenly went up in my mind. Neal.

What the hell was I going to do with him? It wasn't fair for Henry to keep his biological father from him. But how would he react to Killian and I being together? That was going to be an awkward conversation.

I placed the last of my things in my bag and zipped it up. I carted it out of the bathroom and planned to put it on the couch. Killian was lazily laying on the couch, his feet propped up on the edge of it. I rolled my eyes and dumped my bag on his chest. His eyes shot open with a grunt of surprise. He glared down the bag on him and then me.

"Swan," he growled at me. I smiled back.

"Yes?"

"Get your baggage off of me. I'm not a shelf darling," he complained.

"Well maybe if you'd stop being so lazy..."

"Well maybe if someone didn't snore so much..." Killian teased back. I gawked at him.

"I do not snore!" He laughed as he dumped my bag on the ground and got off the couch.

"Yes you do. Don't worry, love. It's cute," he said as he kissed my nose and grabbed my bag. I smirked as he walked past me and out the door, snatching his bag as he walked out. My eyes did one last sweep of the room to make sure I didn't forget anything. My hand flew up to my neck, letting the cooling silver come into contact with my fingers. I smiled, knowing that I had both of the things I cared about: my charm and my pirate.

I met up with Killian in the hallway. He pressed the down arrow and waited patiently. I stood next to him and he looked over at me.

"Well, fancy meeting you here, beautiful," he said with that smirk that screamed 'aren't I cute?'. I raised an eyebrow, fighting to keep a grin off my face. "I didn't know if you were ever going to leave that room."

"Me?! What about you and your lazy ass?" I replied. The elevator dinged and we walked in. I slapped the lobby button.

"You mean my sexy ass?" Killian replied, still wearing that smirk. I snickered.

"Okay Killian, you can believe what makes you happy."

"Can I believe that I get to keep you? Because that'll make me happy," he replied, leaning on the wall and looking at me. I stepped closer and leaned on him.

"Yes you may, Jones." He kissed my forehead lightly before the elevator stopped. I took a step back and reached for my bag. Bags in hand, we walked toward the check out desk.

"Hi. We're checking out," I said to the familiar woman behind the counter. She looked up from her newspaper, clearly not amused. She sighed and put down her paper.

"Room key?" I handed her the two card keys we'd been given only a few days ago. She snatched them from my hand and put them into a drawer in her desk. She swiped my credit card and handed me a receipt. "Bye," she said as she threw her newspaper back up. I tucked the credit card into my pocket with the receipt. Stick in the mud woman...

I popped the trunk on my beloved Volkswagen Bug and chucked my bags in. Killian did the same thing and climbed into the passenger seat. I turned the keys in the ignition and offered a smile to Killian. He smiled back and buckled his seatbelt. He pointed to the radio.

"So this...is a radio." I nodded and turned out of the parking lot. We needed gas first. I drove towards the station on the corner. "And it plays music."

"Yep. You can turn it on if you'd like," I said, focusing on the gas station. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"How the bloody hell do I do that?" I pressed the button myself, turning on the radio. He nodded as I parked the car. Killian sat up in confusion. "This isn't Storybrooke darling," he said.

"I know. We have to get gas." I rolled his window down and popped the hatch on my gas tank. I slid my card and fiddled with the pump until it was attached to my car and pumping gas. I walked over to Killian's side of the car and leaned on the window edge. "See, ships don't quite work like cars do. Cars require fuel, or gas, to run," I explained. "Gas only lasts so long though, until I have to buy more."

"I see. How long does this take to get more? And how do you do it?"

"The pump brings the gas up from the ground and into the car. It doesn't take long. It's probably almost done," I finished and walked towards the pump. Unhooking the hose, I closed my gas tank and hung the pump back up. After swiping my credit card to pay for the fuel, I climbed back into the car and started my engine again. Full tank; perfect.

As I pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the interstate, I discovered that I'd turned to the classical music station. Deciding this was probably one of the only genres of music Killian had ever heard, I let it play. I continued to enjoy the gentle hum of the orchestra until Killian sat forward suddenly.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, somewhat startled. He smiled.

"I know this music. I danced to it at a ball once," he said while smiling.

"You went to a ball?"

"Disguised, yes. It was an impressive jewel heist," he explained. "I had to distract the crowd by dancing with one of the higher princesses while my crew stole the jewels," Killian said. "You know, you'll have to learn how to dance at a ball, Swan."

"Yeah, I know. Don't remind me," I said bitterly. I wasn't ready to be a princess; I didn't want to be a princess. Truth be told, I was almost scared of being a princess. Not that I would ever admit that to anyone though. I didn't want to change who I was; I was happy being Emma Swan and just Emma Swan. What if I screwed something up? I could destroy the kingdom by words alone. That was a lot of pressure. "May I ask something of you?"

"Of course, love."

"Can I give you my first dance at a ball?" Killian looked over to me with a smile.

"That is a gift I would love to have, darling," he said. I smiled in return.

Maybe there really wasn't anything to worry about when it came to being a pirate's princess around a king and queen.

Yes. I'm still alive. Surprise surprise.

I've stumbled across another idea for a captain swan oneshot that I'm going to work on between various stories :)