For the CS Fic Exchange on Tumblr, Prompt #2: "On the Same Page of the Script"
(Okay, so this is my first entry to the CS Fic Exchange; I hope it's alright and works as what they were going for. I went with the part of the prompts that said: "Did you just quote [insert movie of your choice]?" as my inspiration. It's maybe a bit more naughty fun than I usually write, but still nothing that should earn it above a T rating I don't think. Nothing a still fairly newly married couple very much in love and attracted to each other wouldn't get up to… ;)
I obviously don't own them. Enjoy, and let me know what you think if you have a moment!
"On the Same Page of the Script"
She senses his presence in the room; the hairs on the back of her neck prickle anticipating his inevitable touch, even before she spots him walking up behind her stealthily. From where Emma Swan, now Jones, sits at her mirrored vanity table in their home's master bedroom, it seems that her husband stalks across the floor as silently as a panther closing in on its prey, and with every bit as much magnetic power in his blue stare when he eyes meet hers hypnotically in the reflection. She couldn't move if she tried.
When he stands just behind her, the heat that always radiates off him warms her back through the silky dressing gown she put on after her bath while doing her hair and makeup. He is so close that her shoulder blade practically brushes his hipbone when she raises her hand to offer him the crystal teardrop earrings she plans to wear to tonight's event. To her great amusement, in the nearly seven months they have been married, Emma has learned that Killian Jones is almost endlessly fascinated with the various accoutrements she uses to dress up for formal occasions –whether it is the pirate in him who appreciates the glitter and jewels of shiny baubles, or the insanely too-good-to-be-true romantic, that makes him value everything about her and want to be involved in whatever she's focused on – be that fighting the latest monster villain or fastening a difficult necklace clasp she can't quite get with her clumsy thumbs. Either way, he is already reaching out for the offered article. Once Killian takes the earring, his touch lingers well beyond his getting a grasp on the delicate piece of jewelry, knowing what he does to her as her breath flutters rapidly in her throat and the pads of her fingers feel warm enough from his irresistible heat that she almost jerks back feeling scalded.
Smirking shamelessly, Killian bends to place his lips right next to her ear, after slipping the post into her piercing and carefully affixing the earring's back to perfection. "You're a vision, Love," he murmurs, soft lips brushing the shell of her ear as he does. His gaze slides up seductively to meet hers in the mirror once more, knowingly smoldering as he continues, taking his attentions from simple admiration to sinful temptation. Tracing just the tip of his wicked tongue up her jawline, he pauses momentarily to mouth playfully at the adornment he has just secured before biting down on her earlobe, exactly hard enough to make her gasp, neurons firing through her brain in shocked arousal. Killian hums low in his throat, pleased with himself at her reaction, Emma is sure. She can't help herself, nearly panting with the desire her husband has suddenly awakened.
Her pirate draws away just far enough to brush his nose along her hairline before purring scandalously, "What say you, wife? Shall we take a moment to properly enjoy ourselves before finishing preparations for the Queen's soiree?"
Offering her his hand to help her up, and clearly meaning to lean her toward their bed, Killian's dark brow arches in comically blatant proposition. Seeing him so certain of her helpless acquiescence however, raises the obstinacy in Emma's own nature and strengthens her determination to resist him this time. She's up to the challenge.
Her green eyes practically crackle with merriment when she shakes her head and his face falls, stunned, as she chirps breezily (though it is a concerted effort to do so and seem unaffected), "Sorry, Babe, hold that thought. We don't have time."
She almost giggles as she pushes her seat back from the vanity table and stands, purposely brushing against his body closely as she moves around him toward their closet where her dress hangs waiting - the way his mouth falls open is that ridiculously satisfying, after all the times he has melted her to putty in his one, very capable, hand.
Her husband isn't quite through however; catching her hand and halting her before Emma can make her clean getaway, Killian 'tsks' with a mock disappointed expression before tilting her chin up so her eyes have to meet his as he adds, putting just the inflection necessary on the word he intends to accentuate. "Come now, Lass," he chides. "I know you much too well for that charade. It's quite inconceivable that you would leave me wanting like this…and deprive yourself in the process."
Emma shoots a look at him over her shoulder, smirking sardonically as if to sass back about how overly assured he is. Arching a brow, all she says aloud is a pointedly casual, "Really, Killian? It's not that 'inconceivable' if we want to be on time. Regina may be a lot more agreeable these days, but I still don't need to intentionally test her patience."
Killian snorts a huffed little laugh of surprised disagreement, probably thinking – as Emma does briefly too – how her mostly reformed step-grandmother had just last week nearly barred them from Robyn's first birthday party, despite taking the cake they'd fetched for her, which was (mostly) the reason for their tardiness in the first place, and come close to slamming the door of her mansion in their faces instead. He lets her step on by him further into their room, but then his words stop her once more, catching Emma somewhere between surprised disbelief and humored acceptance. "Lobbing my words back at me, I see," he husks. "I don't think that word means what you think it does…"
Emma can't help but turn to stare at him now, studying his handsome face, which somehow manages to project guileless innocence before she asks suspiciously, "Did you just quote The Princess Bride to me?" Some part of her flushes, wondering just how long he has been aware of the oddball classic, if he had known even back in the swelteringly tense environment of Neverland's jungle. Secretly, she almost hopes he had known, though logically there was no way for it to be possible. Clearly, Henry has been continuing her pirate's cinematic education on the sly when she can't be present – and though she wishes she could have seen his reaction to one of her favorites, she loves that he clearly enjoyed the film enough to memorize lines for later use.
He doesn't admit to anything, but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes is all the proof she needs. Shaking her head at him, Emma starts for the closet once more, urging him to hurry his own preparations, even as she quite purposefully puts an extra sway in her hips as she does so, simply for his benefit.
"As you wish," he purrs, knowing exactly what he is saying now, and reveling in the little gasp that escapes her lips as she freezes where she stands. "Pretend that you're unaffected and have not a care in this world but the town's New Year's celebration and the ire of our formidable mayor. I'll play your game…for now." He pauses – she swears merely for dramatic effect – while her skin tingles from the timbre of his voice alone. "Of course," he continues, "I realize now that everyone else knew my feelings for you long before you admitted yours in return, but you're wondering if I spoke them to you even earlier, aren't you? Before I was even aware of what I had done…?"
Emma turns, staring at him in equal parts exasperation, curiosity, and frankly, with flat-out desperate want. How had she ever resisted this man? She cocks her head once she knows she has his attention, tiny smile curving her lips, as she angles to turn the tables on him just one more time. She gives herself the knowing and seductive tone when she answers, "Clearly," with a definite nod of her head. She voices the single word as both a tease and an invitation, beckoning for him to follow her as she subtly alters her course from the closet toward the bed. They can spare a few minutes, and she knew that all the time. Who has she been fooling anyway?
Killian's indrawn gulp of air as she deftly shrugs the robe from her shoulders and it slips with a smooth swoosh of silk to the floor is exactly the reaction she anticipates, and Emma grins at the sound of his urgent footsteps on the carpet behind her. Just before he reaches her, sweeping her into his arms and toppling them both over onto their mattress, she gets the last word. "After all, we all know now what 'as you wish' really means."