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He watches her as she sleeps, having woken up rather early after another nightmare of losing her once again thanks to the Black Fairy's curse; which is a week behind them now. Killian's fingers gently trace over her cheek, her jaw. He cannot help but marvel at the sight of his wife so peaceful, so unaffected by villains and curses. Relief floods from him that she is here, in front of him and unharmed.
Killian lies there for more than an hour as the sun slowly rises, wondering how in all the realms he became lucky enough to have her, before noticing the fluttering of her eyelids. He watches as those eyes open and slowly focus.
Emma smiles at her husband, her hand reaching between their bodies to grasp his; but not before trailing her fingertips over his wedding band - a habit she has now developed.
"Morning, handsome." she says softly, fingers threading between his. She looks at him a bit, her brows drawing together. "Are you alright? You seem tense."
Killian smiles, brushing the concern off. He pushes himself up on his left arm, hovering slightly over his wife. He leans down, nuzzling his nose against hers before claiming her grinning lips with his own. It lasts a few lengthened moments before Emma attempts to pull away. Killian's hand moves swiftly to the back of her head and he continues kissing her. Emma indulges her husband and when they eventually part, she has ended up sprawled across his chest.
Emma smiles at Killian and adjusts her position so she is straddling his waist. Killian's hand goes to her thigh, fingers slipping below the hem of the shirt she is wearing; his shirt.
"I am going to have a shower, which I need after such vigorous activities last night." she says, right hand gently scratching through his chest hair. Killian's hand moves on her thigh.
"Is that so, my love?" he questions.
"It is. Now, would my devilishly handsome husband like to join me?"
Killian grins up at her before sitting up so he can kiss her.
"Oh, my darling wife. It would be my pleasure."
...
They sit in Granny's, in their booth, for a late lunch. Their backs are to the door as Killian had insisted that his wife sit beside him. It didn't bother her, sitting beside her husband. What does bother her is that Killian remains tight to her right hand side - closer than normal - so she doesn't have much room to move.
When they've finished eating, Killian's hooked arm goes around her shoulders and he kisses the side of her face sweetly. Emma smiles as she feels him linger but knows that she needs to ask him about his behaviour.
"Killian, are you-"
"Oh, look at you two lovebirds!" Granny gushes, walking up to the newlyweds' table. "You look so happy!"
Emma grins up at Granny, he question to Killian momentarily forgotten, before turning her head to do the same to her husband. She rests her forehead against his temple, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"We certainly are, Granny." Killian says with a smile.
"You two can have dessert on the house. What would you like?" Granny offers, picking up their empty plates.
"Are you sure, Granny? We can pay for it." Emma tries but Granny waves her off.
"No, dear, I insist. It is the least I can do after everything you have gone through and risked for us."
Emma smiles gratefully and Killian tightens his arm around her shoulders.
"Could I have one of your chocolate sundaes, please?" Emma asks, leaning her head against Killian's.
"Of course. What about you, Captain?"
Killian shakes his head, gently waving her off.
"I'm good, thank you." he says. "Just the sundae for my beautiful wife, please."
Granny nods with a smile before backing up and heading towards the kitchen.
She returns to Emma stealing kisses from Killian, nuzzling their noses together adorably. Emma looks up and blushes when Granny sets the sundae down with a wink before walking off, a knowing smile on her lips.
Killian nudges the sundae closer to his wife, smiling at the excited glint in her eyes. Emma kisses him once more before picking up her spoon. Her husband's arm tightens around her shoulders as his warm hand moves to rest on her thigh, thumb sweeping gently over her jean-clad skin. Emma eats the dessert slowly, occasionally feeding Killian a spoonful.
When she is finished, Killian hugs her to him, kissing her forehead.
"Are you ready to go, love?" he asks.
Emma nods. "Yeah, I am."
She pushes his arm with a slight laugh and they climb out of the booth. His hook rests against her lower back as they walk up to the counter where Granny is waiting. Killian extracts a few notes from his pocket, handing them to the elder woman.
"Exquisite as always, Granny." Killian says as Granny opens the till. "Thank you."
"It really was." Emma agrees, right arm sliding around Killian's waist. "Are you sure you don't want us to pay for the dessert?"
Granny shakes her head and hands the change to Killian. He notices that she has given him half his money back and he looks up at her confused. Emma notices too.
"Accept it." Granny says as Emma opens her mouth to protest. "It is the very least I can do, so let me do it."
Both Emma and Killian nod, knowing better than to argue with her. Killian pockets the change.
"Thank you, Granny," Emma says. "you are too kind."
Granny smiles. "My pleasure, dear. You two have a good day."
"You too." Killian says with a final smile before gently guiding Emma out of the door.
When they hit the pavement, Killian's hooked arm goes around Emma's shoulders again; just as Emma is about to drop hers from his waist. It doesn't escape her notice when he pulls her tight into his side, as if he requires every piece of possible contact to be assured she is there.
"We should head to the shop and buy a few things so we can cook dinner tonight, handsome." Emma says and Killian immediately adjusts their direction accordingly.
They walk in the shop together. Before she has a chance, Killian has grabbed a basket, now hanging on his hooked arm, and has entwined their hands together so they remain close. The faint sound of their rings clicking together simmers her concern down and brings a smile to her lips.
However, it doesn't stop her worry at Killian's level of clinginess - something she decides not to mention in public.
They meander down the aisles, picking up food they need for the next few days. Emma adds a pint of rocky road to the basket when they pass the freezer section, bribing her husband with a kiss. When it comes to the check-out, Emma insists on paying which doesn't go down well with her pirate.
Despite his protests, Emma manages to pay for their shopping herself. As she does so, Killian swipes up the bags, putting them on his left arm. He then engulfs her hand in his own.
As they walk home together, Killian remains very close to Emma. She tries to not let it get to her, but it is obvious that something is wrong. Multiple times, she considers simply poofing them home but the wonderful simplicity of walking home is an opportunity that shouldn't be wasted; not after everything they have gone through.
She waits until they have walked inside and the shopping bags have been placed on the kitchen table. Emma looks at him as he begins to pull items from the bags, starting with the ice cream which he immediately places in the freezer so it doesn't melt.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
Killian looks up, confusion on his features. "What do you mean? I'm fine, my love."
Emma takes a few steps backwards and Killian immediately follows. She gestures at his movements.
"I don't want you to think I am complaining, I'm not. I'm worried." she says. "You haven't stopped making sure you are always close to me."
Killian looks guilty, his head dropping and shoulders slumping. Emma moves up to him, her hand raising to cup his cheek.
"What's wrong, Killian? Please tell me."
Killian's hand scrambles up to cover hers, his eyes looking imploringly at her. His hook moves to her lower back and pushes her closer so their hips align and press together. Their noses nuzzles against each other, eyes drifting shut.
"I just... I need to know that I am not going to lose my wife again." Killian whispers, voice cracking.
Emma pulls her head away from his ever so slightly, prompting him to open his eyes. Her hand moves from his jaw and into his hair whilst her free hand travels to his chest, palm resting upon his heart.
"Nothing is going to split us apart again, Killian." she says, quietly but firmly. "No curse or villain is going to do that to us again. We are too strong for that. Do you hear me?"
Killian nods, eyes closing. His hand and hook hold her waist as they begin to sway gently. Emma pulls Killian's hair playfully, making his eyes open once more.
"I am not losing my husband. Come hell or high water, we stay together." Emma says, her voice passionate and full of emotion. "Is that clear, Captain Jones?"
Emma smiles when Killian's brow arches before a smile appears on his lips.
"Aye, Mrs Jones." he whispers, kissing her softly. "Clear as crystal."
"Good because," Emma steps back, grabbing hold of Killian's hand. She leans forwards to whisper in his ear. "I believe that my Captain has some pillaging and plundering to do."
She bites on his earlobe before suddenly running up the stairs. Killian follows his wife's giggles as he moves upwards and into their bedroom, feeling much better than before.
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