Maybe it was a habit after centuries of danger. Maybe it was that small voice deep inside him that always told him that the happily ever after he was living was an illusion he did not truly deserve disturbing his sleep, forcing him to make sure it was all real. But whatever the case, Killian Jones found himself awake when he was sure the whole rest of the world was asleep. Including the woman that was his whole world, his beautiful wife, Emma.
She was such a captivating being that even the light coming in through the window needed to touch her, allowing Killian to have a clear view of the grace that was his beloved Swan.
It would not matter that she had become Mrs. Jones. She would forever be his Swan.
Killian loved Emma so much, he felt his heart would burst from it. He was tempted to press his lips to hers, brush his fingers along her angelic face, and wake her to make love again.
But he couldn't bear the thought of ruining her peaceful slumber. Especially since there was a chill in the air, and he knew how the cold affected his lady.
Not wanting to disturb her rest, Killian got out of bed carefully and walked to the window to ensure it was latched tight.
He looked out to see the moon was full and bright in the night sky.
In another time, it would have had the ability to call him for a sail. With not a single cloud in the sky and plenty of light to show the way, it would have been ideal.
The promise of adventure would have his feet walking to the port and sailing away on his ship.
Treasure used to hold its own siren song, the ringing of silver and gold as it ran through his fingers was once a lovely sound. The need to hear the tune would guide Hook's steering of the Jolly Roger.
Now, all of those once sweet voices seemed muted and dulled, when in comparison to the steady breathing of his beloved wife.
For he remembered all too well how lonely the nights had been. When the blood rush of excitement from the latest conquest had stilled, all of the gold taken could not warm his bed.
Sweet words and promises of forever were only heard in dreams that when morning came would leave him feeling empty and hollow.
"Killian?" Emma's soft voice made husky with sleep called the pirate from his musings. "The sun's not out yet, come back to bed."
Unable to deny her even if he had wanted to, he returned to their bed and to her side, pulling her into his arms as she reached for him.
He thought that she would lay her head on his chest and drift back to sleep, but he realized that was not her plan when he felt her hand move down his body and caress his jewels.
"Emma," It was meant to be a question but came out as a plea.
"Making sure you don't get up again before morning." She explained.
And this, for Killian, was the call that was impossible to ignore. Emma's love and passion was the one thing that could drown out all other voices trying to call Killian away.