I was watching "Runaway Bride" the other day, and the quoted lines that start this story made me imagine a super-sweet Captain Swan scene. Seriously, this might induce sugar shock, but I couldn't resist. I've been worrying too much lately over the angst that I know is coming and needed some fluff. Hope you enjoy!
"Good Morning Kisses"
"You want a man who will lead you down the beach with his hand over your eyes, just so you can discover the feel of sand under your feet. You want a guy that'll wake you up at dawn. He's just bursting to talk to you, can't wait another minute just to find out what you'll say."
Blinking her eyes at the sun's encroaching brightness that rouses her, Emma Swan yawns, making to stretch her arms half-heartedly, still wanting to sleep instead of wake, and moves to roll over in bed. She doesn't get far before bumping into something – no, someone – solid, curled up snugly at her back. There is an arm wrapped around her, she realizes as consciousness penetrates the sleepy fog of her brain more fully, and she smiles, sinking back into the safe, solid warmth, remembering just who is sharing the bed with her and holding her in his arms.
"Morning, Love," Killian Jones' lilting voice purrs lowly in her ear, raspy with sleep still and sending little shivers trickling down her spine as he nuzzles his face into her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin he encounters there.
Images from the night before – their wedding night, at long last – race vividly through her mind. She can still see all their loved ones gathered on the deck of the Jolly Roger as they were pronounced man and wife, the sunset bursting across the horizon just as they sealed their vows with a kiss, the Hawaiian luau themed reception on the beach, with the dwarves manning the fire and their meal turning on the spit, their first dance together, then Emma dancing with her father and both of them chuckling affectionately, incredibly touched, to see Killian bowing to Snow and offering her his hand, her mother graciously accepting it, and the two of them beginning to dance as well right alongside. Belle and Henry had both offered toasts that brought joyful tears to Emma's eyes; she had never thought she could have this kind of love and belonging. Regina, as a wedding present from she, Robin, and Roland, had conjured an incredible light show with magical fireworks streaking across the night sky as the party broke up near one a.m., and judging by the exclamations and applause, everyone else was as dazzled and impressed as Emma had been.
The memory that lingers as Emma rolls over to gaze into her new husband's eyes and run her fingers through his jet black hair, is of when everyone had left them. Killian had taken her hand in his good one, interlocking their fingers, neatly carrying her strappy white sandals on his hook (after urging her to take them off so she could feel the sand between her toes), as they had walked together back to his ship and his cabin onboard. It was one of those good moments her father had urged her to look for – one of the best she had ever experienced – and Emma felt that if her magic would allow her to freeze time, she would have stopped it right there on the beach with Killian forever.
Her husband however seems completely alert and ready to go, despite the early hour. "You're awake at last, Darling. I've been waiting for you," he teases, twirling a golden strand of her hair around his finger and eyes twinkling at her rakishly.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Emma asks with a quirk of her brow, already knowing the answer. "Because some people might find that creepy…"
"I am a pirate," he reminds her, smirking before pulling her closer, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose and letting his hand lazily trail over her skin, raising goose bumps on every inch of her he touches. "I know well enough to keep an eye on my treasure. And when I woke at first light with you beside me, I had to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Emma, to think that you, the most precious jewel I have ever laid eyes on in any realm, have consented to be my wife…What man could sleep after that?"
She rolls her eyes at his extravagant charm; his words thrilling through her, no matter how ridiculously she thinks he's exaggerating. "Some of us," she smiles back at him with coy insinuation, "might have been a bit tired." In fact, she is decidedly stiff and pleasantly wrung out in ways she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams, but she isn't going to admit it to him just yet.
"Have I worn you out already, wife?" he asks, waggling his eyebrows lasciviously in the way that has sent fire through her veins since the day they climbed the beanstalk together. "I had so much fun planned for us today on the start of our honeymoon."
Emma can't help the way her heart flutters at the heat in his voice and her breathing goes fast and thready. Reaching out, she rests her hand on Killian's bare chest, unable to resist stroking her fingers over the coarse dark hair and warm, taut muscles. Watching the bright, sky blue of his eyes go darker with want as she does is just an added bonus.
Killian finally catches her wrist, pulling her hand away and bringing it to his lips to lightly kiss each knuckle, one at a time, his eyes never blinking, never letting hers go. He practically croons his next words against the back of her hand. "In truth, my Love, I merely wanted to see your eyes the moment you woke, to speak to you in the very first second of this morning. It was all I could do to wait and simply watch you sleep."
Emma wants to tell him he can't seriously be that besotted. No one is that interesting when they first wake up – certainly not her. But she looks back into his eyes – really looks – and what she finds steals her breath. The depth of love which shines out at her, the devotion clear on his face, the support, the encouragement he has always offered her, the way he has kept coming back to her. He has proved to her, that even if she doesn't understand it, even if she's not sure why, he loves her beyond all reason, sees the best in her, and will never fail to do so. He is the home she always wished for but never thought she would find.
It is suddenly clear to Emma Jones that she is as eager as her husband to wake up next to each other for the rest of their lives. Just as Killian had been mere minutes before, she can't wait to hear what he might say in his gorgeous, velvet voice every morning from now on.