Anonymous on Tumblr prompted: Captain Charming "What happens if I do this?"
Takes place 2 years after Henry's arrival.
David swishes his paint brush, watching the yellow slowly turn to green. A bit of white lightens the paint and he brings it to the canvas. His eyes turn to the sweeping gardens in front of him. He's lived here 8 years and is still not over the beauty that lives outside these walls. He grew up on a farm with dying crops and animals that sometimes didn't make it past winter. The palace is like a snow globe, trapped within a protective bubble. He knows how it stays so perfect, with a team of over a hundred to maintain the landscaping. And yet, he marvels in that beauty.
"That's gorgeous." David turns around at the sound of his husband's voice. Killian's in his robe, his ever so slightly graying chest hair exposed through the crack. His smirk still sends butterflies straight to David's stomach.
He smiles. "Thanks. I think I finally got the right green."
"Wasn't talking about the painting, love," Killian winks. "But it is nice."
A smirk of his own comes across David's face. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting."
"Me? Flirting? I'd never." David takes a step forward and Killian extends a hand to keep him away. "Perhaps wash up a bit first."
"Why? What happens if I do this?"
The paintbrush barely touches Killian's cheek and he yelps. David's chuckles are caught off guard as he's practically thrown against the stone wall. His husband's face just inches from his own.
"You're asking for it," Killian mutters. "Aren't you?"
"I'm feeling a bit like a...bad boy."
David takes a pain splattered hand and rubs it against Killian's exposed chest. The action instantly earns him a smack to the bottom but also a passionate kiss. The paintbrush falls from his grip and he allows himself to hold on tightly to the robe. It's going to stain and the maids will certainly have his neck for it. He can't bother to care in that moment.
Killian's hands travel south, reaching for David's linen pants that are splattered in various shades of red, blue and green.
"I just took a bath," Killian mutters into his ear.
"I'll help you take another."
Just before Killian can reach inside to claim his rightful prize, the French doors to the balcony swing open.
"Daddy! Can I paint with you?" Alice's voice rings out.
David quickly stumbles away, stepping in front of his husband. Their eldest child stands before them, already in her painting clothes.
"Of course, my little Bunny," David tells the 4-year-old. "But why don't you go find Henry and we can paint together in your playroom. The balcony is too dangerous."
Alice nods, craning her neck to look behind him. "Papa!" She frowns as she takes in his robe. "Daddy, you got paint on him!"
"Aye, Starfish, it was an accident," Killian explains. Listen to Daddy, go find Henry. He should be with Mama."
Alice nods and happily skips out of the room. Killian groans, leaning against the doors.
"We need to get a lock on here before we scar her for life."
David snickers. "She didn't see anything."
"This time. I'm getting back in the tub." Killian narrows his piercing blue eyes in David's direction. "You still owe me a wash."
"Tomorrow night, after the kids go to bed."
The quick kiss he receives let's him know that's the right answer.