So this one is a bit odd. It's a continuation of three connected smut chapters (16, 20, 24) that are in Ecstasy is All You Need, which is available for reading only over on AO3 (because it is very, very explicit). There is no smut in this it's just the fluffy afterglow. No previous reading required.

Anonymous wanted: "Umm we need a continuation of the cuddling and her parents come home. We gotta know what they were thinking!"

She is warm.

Killian is pressed against her back, his arms around her in a protective embrace. His nose is in her hair and one of his legs is hooked around hers, tangling them together. She likes this. As much as she likes her space and the freedom to roll around in bed if she wants, she likes waking up tangled with him. And as much as she would love sinking further under the covers, sleeping the rest of the day away in her boyfriend's arms, she knows there's cleanup to be done.

No rest for the Savior.

Carefully, Emma rolls over. She traces some of the scars on his chest, forcing herself to remain calm when she looks up and sees his closed eyes. Seeing him die, that's not something that's going to leave her for a while. She can feel his heart beating steady and strong under her fingers, feel him breathing slow and deep.

He's here. He's alive. And that's all that matters.

Emma presses kisses to his collarbones, lips skimming over the bruises she'd marked him with. "Killian," she says softly.

There's a noise that might be a question; she giggles and scoots up to kiss his chin, his cheeks, his lips. "Killian, time to wake up," she whispers.

He makes another noise, this one definitely nuh-uh, and he rolls over - taking her with him and pinning her under him. Emma giggles again, squirming and trying to free her arms to poke him. "Hey, sleepyhead, come on," she says louder this time.

"I have a Swan-pillow, 'm not getting up," he mumbles, burying his face in her chest and squeezing her around the middle.

"We have to get up eventually," Emma says, wriggling one arm free to play with his hair. He sighs in content, turning his head to the side and nuzzling her breast. "Killian, this is how we got here in the first place."

"Hmmm, I seem to recall a different story," he mumbles. "A certain devious princess pounced on her pure and perfectly virtuous pirate."

"Nice alliteration, we still have to get up." He sighs and rolls off of her, laying on his side to face her. She rolls to her side as well, hooking one leg over his. "I don't want to," Emma admits. "I'd rather just stay in bed with you all day."

"Hmm, I like that idea," Killian murmurs, leaning over for a kiss.

She hums, her skin buzzing with magic and happiness - magic from happiness? She pulls back a little, nuzzling his nose with hers. "But," she says softly, "I think we have a wayward author to take care of."

Killian mutters something she doesn't understand - quite the omniglot, her pirate - but it doesn't sound like any kind of blessing. "Five minutes, love," he says instead. "I think we've earned that."

She smiles wryly. Two orgasms apiece and an afternoon nap is probably more than they've earned, but the bed is warm and he's smiling at her like he loves her and she finds it hard to put up much of a fight. "Okay," she tells him, scooting in closer and sliding her arm up and around his side. "Five minutes."

Five minutes turn into ten while Emma catches him up on what happened in the book. She's not blushing at all when she tells him about how she almost broke Isaac's nose when he refused to bring Killian back. He's practically glowing with pride when she details how she managed to hold her own against Gold for a good while before he stabbed Regina. "Knew all that practice would pay off," Killian tells her, sealing it with a kiss.

"I had a good teacher," she breathes against his lips.

"Your boy said the same thing to me when we made off with the Jolly Roger," Killian murmurs.

Emma's heart swells, remembering Henry telling her below deck about how he'd found Killian, the plan they'd concocted to rescue her; she recalls the panic when she'd come back to the loft and found Killian missing, only to discover he'd gone looking for Henry.

They've come a long way, her boys.

She doesn't answer, instead moving to kiss him again. Those ten minutes turn into fifteen with a lazy makeout session. There's wandering hands and laughter and Emma shrieks with laughter at one point when Killian hauls her up on top of him and nibbles on her neck.

They must have missed the door during all of this, because there's footsteps on the stairs and Mary Margaret's voice saying, "Emma, we found Isaac, he was trying to - oh!"

Emma and Killian freeze; she looks over her shoulder, shoving her hair out of her face. Her mother is standing as if frozen at the top of the stairs, mouth agape, her cheeks dark pink. Emma is instantly taken back to more than a year ago when she and Henry had walked in on her parents in a similar compromising situation. "Hi Mom," Emma says, trying not to grin.

Payback's a bitch after all.

"Um."

"Emma?"

Oh no, Emma thinks, just as David comes up the stairs two at a time to stand behind his wife. Where her mother turned red, her father pales at the sight of his only daughter, naked, practically astride her equally naked boyfriend. "Oh, for -"

Emma does them both a favor and slides off of Killian, who promptly props his knee up to create a larger tent to hide the problem Emma had just been about to solve for him before her parents had interrupted. "You were saying something about Isaac?" she asks, tucking the comforter around her chest.

Mary Margaret blinks and gives her head a little shake as if to snap herself out of it. "Right, we uh, we caught up with Isaac, he was trying to leave town? But he's sitting in a cell at the station, he can't get anywhere."

"Everyone else seems to be back?" Emma asks, biting the inside of her lip as Killian stretches a bit and tucks his arms behind his head. He doesn't seem too bothered with covering himself from the waist up, something both her parents take notice of.

"Yeah, everything seems fine. We're going to Granny's to celebrate. Your presence, both of your presences, are required," David says, and promptly goes back downstairs.

Emma does grin this time. David likes playing the stern, overprotective dad, but it's always interesting when he's reminded that they're about the same age. Mary Margaret has the decency to look a bit apologetic. "I'll let you just... get ready then..." she says, awkwardly gesturing towards the pile of clothes on the floor, then she too flees.

Emma has to bury her face in her pillow to keep from laughing too hard or from anyone hearing it. Killian's grinning when she catches her breath; she's red-faced and feeling happy for the first time in what feels like years. "Think they'll get over it?" he asks in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Dad already stabbed you in the back once today, I think you're safe from another," she says.

It feels better to joke about it, better when his grin turns devious.

"Aye, though believe me, darling, I never intend to let him live that down."

She kisses him once more before extracting herself from the bed. She really wouldn't put it past David to do something drastic if they didn't go downstairs soon.

Still, she doesn't feel any shame whatsoever when she takes a few extra seconds when putting on her socks to admire her boyfriend's ass before he covers it with his jeans. It's a particularly nice ass - and he seems to know it, given the way that he winks at her when he catches her staring.

Maybe she'll tell him she loves him tonight.