Prompt: "how bout david walks in on emma and killian and killian tries to hide behind the door"
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Heaven was Emma Swan. There weren't a lot of things he was certain of, but this was one thing he knew to be true. The feel of her skin under his calloused palm, her long, blonde locks framing her delicate face like a halo, her normally fierce eyes, seeking his, dark with desire. Her lips, soft and supple claiming his mouth in that hungry, consuming manner. He loved the smell of her, vanilla and sandalwood and something, something uniquely her. It was moments like these, her body, warm and flushed with anticipation, pinned beneath him as they kissed each other breathless, when Killian Jones felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Because nothing in all the living realms had ever, could ever, feel this good.
Breaking their kiss only long enough to impatiently tug her shirt over her head, Emma lay before him in just her jeans and this realm's excuse for a corset. A bra, he reminded himself silently. They were called bras, and if truth be told, he rather fancied them. Emma's hands roamed over his toned back, pulling him closer, his own shirt hastily discarded on her floor long ago. He was straining, almost painfully, in his own jeans, but they finally had the luxury of an empty loft, and he had no intention of squandering it. A rare, perfect storm of activity found David on patrol, Mary Margret being mayoral with Neal, and Henry at school. Killian planned on taking full advantage of their privacy. On finally taking his time with Emma. On mapping every inch of her skin with his hand, with his mouth.
Emma looked up at him, her eyes twinkling, a wide smile painted on her lips. His heart leapt as he realized that, while once rare, he was becoming more and more accustomed to seeing a smile on her face, to seeing her happy. He felt a smile creeping onto his own face, as he briefly considered if he was the reason for her happiness. Gods, he hoped so. He ran his hand through her silky tresses. She moaned when he pulled lightly to tilt her head back, giving him better access to her neck. He kissed and licked her delicate skin, his stubble tickling as he went.
"Wait, stop," Emma said softly. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her, his nose bumping against hers as his eyes searched hers for signs of distress. "Do you hear something?" She whispered, resting her weight on her elbows and sitting up slightly. Her chest, rising and falling quickly, rocked against his in a terribly distracting manner.
"I didn't hear anything, love," Killian said, blowing softly in her ear. He moved to nibble on that spot where her neck met her shoulder that never failed to elicit the most delightful moan from her lips, when she shifted under him, pulling her skin from his grasp.
"Killian," Emma said more firmly, jabbing him in the shoulder. "I'm serious! You don't hear that?"
Killian paused and listened, slightly annoyed. Not at Emma, but at whatever irksome sound had delayed what he suspected was about to become some very pleasurable time with his Swan. Distantly, he registered the faintest noise. Someone from the hallway perhaps or another loft even. His brow furrowed slightly, concerned for a moment that perhaps he was slipping. Swan had been able to concentrate on this distant noise despite his, what he thought, were skillful ministrations. He'd certainly been too distracted to notice. Hell, he barely heard it now.
"It's nothing, Swan," He said, sliding his hand along her stomach, His jaw was set, and he was determined to make her so dizzy with pleasure that she would be able to hear nothing but her own racing heartbeat. Just as his fingers brushed over the soft, lacy material of her bra, a sharp murmur of conversation drifted up to meet his ears. "Is that—" He started, but the rest of his question was lost as Emma shoved him roughly. He rolled with an oomph onto his back, alarm bells ringing loudly in his head.
"Oh my god," Emma said, already on her feet, roughly shoving her arms back into her shirt.
"It's alright, Swan, it's nothing we can't handle," Killian said lazily, as he sat up. Emma eyed him, despite his carefree tone, she could easily read the tension he carried in his muscles, his torso still shirtless. The conversation downstairs was growing in volume, although neither could make out the words. "I'm armed," He said gesturing to his hook. "Any villain foolish enough to break into the Sheriff's loft will—"
"Killian," Emma interrupted with a low hiss, panic darting across her face as she frantically buttoned her shirt. "It's not some villain, it's my parents." Suddenly, clear as day, Snow's lilting laugh drifted up the stairs and Emma froze. Her shirt still partially unbuttoned she scooped up Killian's discarded clothing and boots, thrusting them roughly into his arms. "Why are you still sitting there? Did you not here me?" She asked him sharply.
"Swan, I," He paused dumbfounded. Nervously, he moistened his lips. "Are your parents not aware that we're, I mean that we've…" He hesitated again, suddenly unsure how to characterize their relationship. No, he knew, He thought, with a sigh. More like he was unsure how Swan characterized it.
"They know," Emma huffed as rolled her eyes. "But that doesn't mean I want to be caught, like some teenager, in a compromising situation."
"Ah," Killian said, his voice low. He swallowed thickly as he tried to keep the disappointment he felt off his face. What exactly he was disappointed in, he wasn't sure. "Of course, love," He said, a wide smile on his face that he prayed reached his eyes. "I'll just nip out the window, and they'll be none the wiser."
"Killian," Emma said, her features soft once again. "I didn't mean—"
"It's no trouble, love," He said as began untangling the pile of his clothes. He quirked his brow suggestively. "Nor will it be the first time, I assure—"
"Emma," David's voice interrupted. They both froze as the distinctive sound of feet on the stairs joined the sound of his voice.
"Just a sec," Emma called, her eyes wide as they darted around the room. The small loft held little in they way of hiding places. She grabbed Killian's arm and pushed him against the wall beside the door. "Stay here," She ordered, her voice barely above a whisper. "And don't make a sound—"
"Swan," He said, his voice low. "You can't be serious—"
"Please," She said, trying to keep the panic from her voice. "Killian, I—"
A soft knock at the door interrupted her and she jumped. She looked to Killian wordlessly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes pleading. Killian smirked in spite of himself. It has been a while since he had seen Swan so dishevelled. He met her eyes and nodded, not wanting to be the cause of her distress. His smirk still in place, he looked pointedly at her chest, her lacy bra still exposed. Emma furrowed her brow and then followed his line of vision. She blushed furiously when she remembered her top was still mostly undone. Frantically she worked the buttons.
"Emma," David called again. "It's me, I was just hoping to have a quick word with you."
"Coming," Emma said after shooting one last furtive glance at Killian. Like she expected him to dart out from behind the door. No need to worry there, love, Killian thought to himself. He'd like to keep all his parts where they were, thank-you very much. Though truthfully, he wasn't sure if he feared David or Emma's hypothetical retribution more. Emma opened the door and held it at a 90-degree angle from the wall, firmly shielding Killian from David's sight.
"Everything alright?" David asked. "I didn't expect to find you at the loft on your day off."
"Everything is fine, great," Emma said. Her voice bright and cheery. Killian leaned casually against the wall and held back a snicker and he saw her hand tighten its death grip on the door, her knuckles already white. "I just had to come home and change, I, um, spilled some coffee. Such a klutz," She said, her voice reaching impossibly high levels. Hearing herself, she cleared her throat. "What are you doing home, aren't you on patrol?"
"Just came home for lunch," David said. "But since you're here, there's something I really would like to talk to you about, do you mind?" David asked. Killian saw Emma's entire body tense and she swallowed thickly.
"Of course," She said. "I'll meet you downstairs in—"
"No need, here's fine," David said, striding into the room.
Bloody hell.
Thinking quickly, Emma pushed the door fully open. Killian pressed his entire body flush against the wall, trying to make himself as thin as possible. He angled his still bare feet awkwardly so his toes wouldn't catch the door and stop its movement too early. He held his breath and closed his eyes. The bloody lengths he would go to for this woman. His hand clutched his boots and clothes tightly and he focused on his breathing, trying to make as little noise as possible. He vaguely registered the sounds of Emma's bedsprings sighing and he realized they must be sitting on the bed. He hoped Emma had the foresight to angle her father's back to him.
"Emma," David said, his voice strangely muffled to Killian's ears behind the door. Although, he could still clearly make out what he were saying. "Your mother and I, we just want you to know that we're here for you and we support you."
"I know that," Emma said quickly. "What's going on, is everything okay?"
"What I mean is, Hook may have not been the man we would have picked for you, but we would have to be blind to not see that he cares for you. And that you care for him," David said. Killian's ears burned at the sound of his name, his interest decidedly piqued. He starred at the pale wood of the door, wishing he could see Swan's face. To see her reaction.
"David," Emma said, her voice firm, Killian smiled as he imagined the embarrassed blush that was sure to be creeping onto her cheeks. "You don't have to, seriously it's—"
"I do," David said, interrupting her.
Killian's grin started to grow, eager to hear what the Charmings truly thought of him. His grin wavered slightly when he felt one his boots slowly, but surely slipping from his grasp. The space between his chest and the door was too narrow for his clunky brace to reach around and secure the offending footwear. He cursed inwardly. He considered moving the door, just enough to slide his hook in front of him, but he couldn't risk it. What if David saw the door move? Of all the times to only have one hand…
"You know your the story of your mother and I," David said, continuing. Obviously unperturbed to Killian's impending plight. Killian slowly lifted his leg, careful to keep it from touching the door. Gently, he used his knee to press the boot against the wall firmly, biting his lip as he went. He released the breath he was holding. Crisis averted, he thought.
"David," Emma said again, clearly trying to usher her father out of the room.
"We're no strangers to obstacles in a relationship," David continued, ignoring her protests. "And we don't want to be obstacles for you and Hook. Your mother and I love you, Emma and we want you to happy, and we can see that the Captain makes you happy."
Killian held his breath as a long pause filled the room.
"He does," Emma said quietly. So quietly he almost missed it, had he not been listening so intently. "He makes me really happy."
Her words effected him immediately, a lightness bubbling his chest. He made her feel happy, a stupid thing to feel proud of, surely. Yet here he was, the fearsome Captain Hook hiding awkwardly behind a door in Snow White's loft, grinning like a fool.
"You deserve happiness, Emma," David carried on. "And that's why your mother and I want you to know we'll do whatever we can to make this easier for you. I know Regina gets Henry half the time, but if you need us to watch him, or if you need me to take extra shifts at the station, so you and Hook can have some time... Just whatever we can do it make it easier for the two of you, you can count on us."
"Thanks, dad," Emma said, her voice dripping with emotion. "You don't know what that means to me." Her voice sounded even more muffled and Killian could only assume they were embracing. He felt slightly awkward to be intruding on the moment, but what Dave never knew couldn't hurt him.
"Now, why don't you and Hook come down and join us for some lunch?" David asked. Killian breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Not that he wanted Emma's moment with her father cut short, but his body was more than protesting the awkward position he had wedged himself into.
"I, um, okay," Emma stammered. "I'm not sure if he's free, but I'll give him a call or—"
"No need Emma," David said, smugness dripping from his voice. "I'm sure Killian heard me just fine? The door isn't very thick." Killian felt his heart flip in his chest. The bloody bastard had known all along. A very pregnant pause filled the space. Killian could have sworn he felt Emma's stare boring through the wood of the door. His jaw tightly clenched he rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly, knowing the jig was fully and truly up.
"Aye," He said, swallowing thickly. No one answered him and for a moment he wondered if they had heard him. His voice was bound to sound as muffled to them as theirs did to him.
"Alright then," said David finally, clapping his hands together. Killian heard footsteps and fully expected Emma's father to pull the door back, exposing Killian in his uninspired hideout. Instead, without hesitation, David strode out the room, pulling the door firmly shut behind him without so much as a glance or a comment. Killian stood with his back against the wall, his shirt and waistcoat bunched in his hand, his knee still awkwardly holding his boot in place. A bemused expression on his face.
Emma's mouth still hung open in surprise. A deep flush had settled onto her skin, even more vivid than Killian had imagined. No doubt due to her father's dramatic reveal of Killian. Self-consciously, Killian lowered his foot back to the ground, catching the falling boot with his hook before it hit the floor. He grinned at her sheepishly, trying to read her as he so often did. Emma buried her head in her hands.
"You must have loved that," She groaned loudly.
"It certainly had it moments," He said, moving cautiously towards her.
Suddenly, Emma's entire body was shaking. Killian felt his heart plummet. He'd expected her to be less than happy, but he'd never anticipated this outpouring of emotion. In an instant he dropped his effects and was beside her on the bed, his arms firmly wrapped around her. He cradled her head against his chest, gently stroking her hair as he rocked her.
"I'm sorry, Swan," He murmured. "You ordered me to be silent, but he knew I was there, love and—"
"I can't believe," Emma sputtered, laughter falling freely from her lips. "The look on your face," She croaked out as she gasped for air. She pulled back to look at him and Killian realized she wasn't crying. Well, perhaps there were a few tears, but they weren't from sorrow. He felt like a weight had been lifted of his chest. "You looked so ridiculous!"
"Now, Swan," Killian said, her antics contagious as he felt laughter beginning to vibrate within his own chest. "You know I've never looked ridiculous a day in my life, the dashing rapscallion that I am."
Her laughter rang through the loft and she clung to him as she fought to catch her breath. The sound was music to his ears. It made him feel like he was soaring. Her couldn't help but take her in during her moment of abandon, her cheeks rosy, her eyes bright and full of joy. He knew in that moment he would spend the rest of his days chasing this sound. Because Heaven was Emma Swan. And he made her happy.