Prompt: "You just got your tonsils removed so I showed up with ten pints of ice cream and this might be bad timing but you should know that I've had a crush on you for years."

For the lovely charmingturkeysandwich on tumblr.


Killian hears a knock at the door before a mop of blonde curls poke their way through.

"Emma," he sighs, voice hoarse.

She gives him a soft smile as she comes through the door, shutting it quietly behind her. She comes to a stop at the foot of his hospital bed, eyes smiling down at him.

"How are you?" she asks him softly.

He raises an eyebrow, sarcasm on his tongue automatically.

"Could be better," he retorts.

She lets out a small laugh at that before glancing down at her hands.

"Oh," she says, "I brought you some ice cream. I know how you get about that cheap crap, which, you snob by the way, so-"

He mutters an, "Oy," though it lacks force due to the weakness that's overtaken him and wow, those pain killers really did work wonders.

"-so," she raises her voice slightly, "I brought you the Ben and Jerry's one you love so much," she finishes, glaring at him when he interrupts.

"I just went through surgery, Swan," he pouts, "You're suppose to be nice to me."

She snorts and holds up the ice cream tub up for emphasis.

"But thank you, love," he tells her, tone as soft as he can manage.

She's watching him as she passes him the ice cream, a metal spoon along with it and because she's Emma, she just has to comment.

"You look like shit," she tells him, blunt as ever.

He snorts, lips closing in and sucking around the metal. He rolls his eyes, instead of replying.

She takes the seat on his left, moving forwards so her knees touch the end of the hospital bed.

"Sorry," she says and her cheeks burn red as she glances down to the floor.

He frowns at that because is she embarrassed? She's Emma. Emma Swan. And Emma Swan never gets embarrassed. Not ever.

"Emma?" he asks.

"Hm?"

"You okay, love?" he asks tentatively and she snorts.

"Aren't I supposed to be asking you that?"

He shrugs, "I'm well aware what's wrong with me but you, I'm not so sure."

She merely shrugs at that and avoids his eyes and he wishes she'd be honest with him. If only just this once because he's exhausted - beyond exhausted for this and he can feel the antibiotics doing their work on him, trying to draw him under but he peels his eyes open, blinking heavily at her.

"Emma," he pleads.

"Are you tired?" she suddenly asks, jumping upwards and he hears the sound of the chair as it scrapes backwards.

He raises an eyebrow at the change in conversation but doesn't comment.

"I just wanted to know you were okay," she blushed red again and she's biting her lip as she leans over the bed. "But you look tired, you should sleep," she insists.

She's probably right but he wants to know what's wrong with her first.

"Love," he pleads, hand catching onto her elbow and pulling her closer.

He knows his strength is weak, know his grip lacks force but she comes close to him, hands resting near his on the bed and his fingers itch with the need to entwine their fingers together.

"I like you," she suddenly blurts out.

Her eyes widen immediately after like she hadn't meant to say that out loud and then she's detaching herself from him, taking a purposeful step backward.

"And I like you," he says slowly.

(He knows she's about to run, can see the look in her wide eyes - she just looks so skittish and vulnerable like she's literally about to spurt out of the room at a moment's notice.)

She sighs heavily.

"You don't-" she breaks off, sighs again and she shakes her head. "Just get some sleep, Killian," she tells him, "We can talk later."

"Like bloody hell we can," he raises his voice and that hurts-

-he should learn not to do that.

(He would.)

She comes near him, a finger pointed to him and her tone is scolding when she talks, "No yelling."

He huffs, "Yes, ma'am."

Her lips twitch slightly and she shakes her head.

"Go to sleep, Killian," she tells him though it's softer this time, "You need it after the surgery and besides, you look as though you'll just collapse at any minute."

"Thanks, Swan," he mutters though she's not wrong and he can feel the pain meds working, trying to lure him into sleep.

"I'll be here when you wake up," she says softly, eyes blinking down at him and lips curving upwards despite herself. "We can talk then," she tells him softly.

"We bloody hell can," he retorts, "But can you do me a favour first?"

"Anything," she promises.

"Come here," he requests.

She's confused but nears him, bends down slightly so that she's at his height.

"Yes?"

He shoots her his best I'm Killian Jones smirk before he reaches forward with his left hand to wrap around her neck and pull her forward to meet his lips. She immediately lets out a gasp against him and he lets out a groan, a low sound in the back of his throat that has her responding to him immediately.

He tries to keep it sweet - really, he does - but his Swan is responding to him in kind, her tongue sneaking out between their lips and licking over his bottom lip. He sighs against her, slows down the pace of their lips and tightens his hand around her neck and he pulls back just as he feels her own hand smoothening over his grey henley, resting over his heart.

He rests his forehead on hers, grins again as she immediately tries to chase his lips which is definitely not bruising to his ego.

"Okay," he sighs against her, "I'll go to sleep now."

He's still grinning as he pulls back at her bewildered face and her legs are shaky as she takes a step back.

"Yeah, yeah," she mutters. "I should- I should go. Let you sleep. Yes."

He snickers at her but she shoots him a glare so he shuts up, giving her his best puppy dog eyes and the sweetest smile he can manage. He waits until she's at the door to call her back.

"Swan?" he asks and she hums.

"Hm?"

"I really like you too," he tells her. "More than you'll ever know."

(Her brilliant smile, bright eyes are the last thing on his mind as his eyes close, finally letting sleep overtake him.)

(And he thinks maybe, just maybe, he might be a little bit in love with her.)

(He had been for a while if he was honest with himself.)