Future fluff and kissing, that's all this is…Happy Sunday!
There's a slight ache between his shoulder-blades, a gentle protest of muscles overworked. It's a feeling he welcomes, knowing it was a day well spent, another day he never thought he would have. As he peels his waistcoat from his arms he spots a small tear and smiles, remembering the fish hook that had made it and the boy who had caught him. With the town in relative peace, Blue had asked Killian for help with the older Lost Boys still in the fairies' care. They needed a purpose, a guiding hand. Forever the Captain, he had put them to work, overseeing their new jobs (for which he saw them receive a fair wage) cleaning and repairing the abandoned boats littering Storybrooke's harbor. Today, while on a break, he found himself teaching the boys how to fish with this realm's modern rods, an endeavor that ended with a pirate on a hook and a dock full of much needed laughter.
Setting the garment aside for mending, he unclasps his belt and removes his hook, leaving him in just his denim and untucked shirt. Thoughts of a shower linger until he hears the door below open and close, his need to welcome her home now the only thing on his mind. In just his socks, he makes little sound as he moves down the stairs, only catching her attention from where she's just settled on the couch when he's a few steps from the bottom. Her smile, so different now, full of love and home, but always slightly tinged with relief, draws him to her side like a moth to a flame.
"I brought Granny's"
He doesn't spare a glance at the takeout containers as he leans down, his hand curling around her head to steady her as his lips find hers in a kiss. The exquisite feel of her mouth, warm and welcoming, it breaks something in him open wide, a sudden need to never find the end of this kiss, to live in this moment as long as time will allow. Her fingers move to cling to his shirttails, pulling him closer until his knee finds the edge of the couch between her thighs. A soft sigh parts her lips and his tongue sweeps inside, the first spicy taste of her stoking the ever present flame of need deep in his belly. He wants that, too, but for now, he needs this, the simple perfection of lips against lips.
When her hands come up to wrap around his neck, he somehow knows that she understands. She holds on tight as he changes their position, her lips claiming first the second she's settled on his lap. He knows she can feel him throbbing beneath her legs, but she doesn't take advantage, moving only her mouth against his and her fingers through his hair. Feeling dizzy with sensation, his arm holds tight to her back, his hand cupping her cheek as he moves to take back control of the kiss. Always his perfect partner, she relents, slowing her lips in sync with his, lengthening the time between shared breaths.
On the next one, he pulls back, his hand holding her close so she doesn't retreat. With closed eyes and noses pressed, he tries to put to words how much having her here with him like this means.
"Please grant me this indulgence, Emma? I didn't get enough time to love you before and can't bear to waste a single moment of the second chance I have now."
He can hear the desperation in his voice, fear at being ripped from her again ever present, even now.
"Dinner can wait. I need this, too."
Her lips are demanding as she recaptures his mouth, her own desperation curling around his tongue and scratching against his scalp. A groan of satisfaction rumbles from his chest as his head falls back and she sinks in, his fingertips seeking the soft mass of her hair tumbling all around them.
They wake in the morning on the couch with kiss swollen lips, love bites peppering exposed skin and hunger rumbling loudly in their bellies. Their cold grilled cheese dinner ends up in the trash and they almost make it through breakfast, half-eaten pancakes left in favor of syrup filled kisses and roaming hands. He knows her lips are as bruised as his, but he just kisses her again and again. Soft and breathless, their lips lay claim to another moment of their second chance at love.