prompt: killian has poor circulation and cold toes 24/7 and he likes to press them against emma's legs and she hates that she thinks it's super cute
warmth
Emma has realized one thing about Killian in the time that they've shared beds and it's this: his toes are the coldest toes she has ever encountered in her whole entire life.
As with everything Killian Jones does, having terminally cold feet means that he will do anything and everything in order to get them warm again, need he travel through hell or high water to get them there.
It's how she always ends up- with his toes, freezing and shocking her out of sleep almost every two or three hours, pressed against the backs of her feet or legs, between them, or sometimes he has a foot strategically placed beneath her bottom- how is beyond her and she'd rather not question him when she's grouchy first thing in the morning anyway.
She's not sure if he knows that he does it, but she doesn't really mind. Not when she's blessed with being able to wake up beside him, getting to snuggle closer to him when her own feet are freezing. In fact, Emma finds it sort of sweet, delighting in the idea that Killian seeks her out in his sleep for warmth.
Their blankets don't help, she's found, and he's much, much warmer than socks are. So, they sometimes sleep with their legs so completely entwined that she's fairly certain it's beyond the point of indecent.
Killian's feet slide against the sheets in the middle of the night one night after the darkness and all of the heartache that followed, and Emma is wide-awake as she studies him in his sleep. He tucks his feet up against her calves and she smiles faintly, reaching up to brush back the bangs of his unruly dark mop of hair.
He's so content in sleep, his body drawn to her, protecting her she likes to think, with his arm wrapped so snugly around her. He sighs in his sleep and grumbles, "I know you're awake. Go to sleep, love."
Emma presses her forehead to his. "Your feet are cold."
"Mmm. We've discussed it a few times."
She hums. "I've missed them." Emma whispers. "I've missed how they used to wake me up."
He shifts to hold her closer to him. She closes her eyes. "It's over now. I'm here."
With a deep breath of him in her nose, she smiles. "I know."
