happy future, sun-kissed Jolly Roger cuddling...
She can feel the subtle change in the breeze the closer she to gets to the water, the salty air a scent she's come to love thanks to a certain pirate. Despite being early summer still, the lack of clouds gives nowhere for the bright rays of the sun to hide. Given how brutal the winter can be here she can't help but cherish these warm months, especially when things are quiet. By things, she means villains, ne'er-do-wells, wicked witches and psychotic headcases.
Three weeks and none of those have made their appearance known…yet. She's determined to enjoy the reprieve as long as it lasts.
Knowing Killian was planning to let the sails out to breathe, she still finds herself awestruck at the sight of his ship in all its glory, the ancient beauty as intricate and journeyed as the man who captains her. Expecting to see him somewhere on deck, Emma is surprised to be met with only the sounds of the water lapping against the hull and Killian nowhere in sight. The wood of the gangplank seems to creak with awareness as she steps across it, as if the magical ship is welcoming her aboard. Her Captain has certainly trained her well.
Kicking off her sandals on deck, Emma looks around once more before making her way to the hatch, hoping to find him somewhere down below. The wood beneath her feet on the stairs is almost slick with wear, edges worn down to curves, something she's familiar with herself. As she steps into his cabin she sees the shirt he was wearing when he left this morning draped over his chair, the old pirate one she told him would be too hot today that he wore anyway. Looking to her left, she finds her mark. With one leg falling off the side of his bunk and his mouth hanging slightly open, he is deep in slumber.
As she draws nearer she can see the sun-pinked glow of his cheeks and nose, as well as a triangle of red along his chest from where his skin was exposed thanks to his barely buttoned shirt. Captain Hook, the most fearsome pirate to ever sail the high seas, is gloriously sunburned. Sunburned and completely adorable. Crossing the rest of the way to his bunk, she leans down to grab his ankle so she can lift it back onto the bed and hopefully make enough room so she can climb up and join him in his sun-induced nap. He stirs a bit at her touch, but doesn't wake, a testament to how much he obviously overworked himself today. With his hook and brace already removed before he collapsed on the bed, she wraps her hand around the edge of his wrist resting atop his stomach as she curls up against his side on the entirely too narrow bunk.
It's as she's running the pads of her fingers along his scarred skin that he finally wakes, his surprised grunt short lived and quickly replaced with a contented sigh. Lifting her eyes to his she sees he's barely conscious, his lids drooping heavily and a soft smile of hello curving his lips. She leans in to press a light kiss to his shoulder and smiles against his too hot skin when he drops a kiss of his own to her forehead.
Not wanting to disrupt this quiet moment, she makes a mental reminder to teach him about sunblock later (the sun here must be stronger than it was in the Enchanted Forest, climate change and all that). For now, she's just going to let herself while away the rest of the afternoon here, next to her pirate who's already fallen back asleep.
An hour or so later when she wakes to his pink-tipped nose and sun-chapped lips trailing down between her breasts, his fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt to further his path, she decides that perhaps she will just have to while away the entire night here as well.