Sunlight filtered through the window blinds onto Emma's face. She groggily opened her eyes and looked about the room. Last night was a blur-Henry had left for that camping trip with Regina and then-
Oh yes. She remembered.

Killian was here. He was here in full force of his love and lust for her. She had been loved fully and roughly, sweetly and perfectly. And when they had finished, they had fallen asleep in one another's arms.
Emma moved to roll over and-ow! Oh my god she was so sore, but in the best way. She continued rolling over.
Emma's heart sank. He wasn't there.
She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up in the first place.
Then the anger hit. How could he do this to her?!

Emma got out of bed angrily. Who did he think he was!? He had led her on since that damn beanstalk and he knew how cautious she was about giving her heart to him, especially after Neal's death and that whole issue with Zelena and the lip cursing. How could he?
Emma threw on her robe and opened up her door.
That's when she heard it.
Soft music was floating up from downstairs. Emma crept to the top of the stairs and looked down. There he was in his sweatpants with his feet propped up on the coffee table. He was holding David's guitar and to Emma's surprise, playing it. It was a soft melody in major with a light rhythmic groove.
At first, Emma was confused because he was holding the thing the wrong way. The neck was facing to the right rather than the left. Killian was playing the chords with his good hand and picking lightly with the tip of his hook. He seemed to be getting really into it and then abruptly, the music stopped.
It was at this point that Emma noticed the notepad and pen lying next to him on the couch. Killian reached down and wrote something quickly on the notepad and then continued his playing. He was song writing. She had known he was multi-talented (she was given more than enough proof of that last night) but this was something that Emma would've never guessed of him because of his...disability. Emma continued to listen and noticed after some time that he was singing softly, almost under his breath. She sat down quietly on the top stair and listened.
He was good! Really good, actually. But was she surprised? The man was good at everything...except maybe driving, but that was another story. His voice was both edgy but mellow at the same time and he stayed right on pitch. Emma didn't know all that much about music, but looking down at this shirtless man playing the guitar, She was impressed. This was a man that never let anything get in the way of something that he truly wanted. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the sound and the moment.
The last chord of his composition had dissipated into the air when she finally opened her eyes. That's when he saw the blue of his looking up at her.
"Good morning" he said looking up at her with a smile.
"That was so beautiful, Killian" Emma replied as she stood up and began walking down the stairs. He stood and met her at the bottom.
"You are a vision this morning, my love" he said before he kissed her chastely and wrapped her in his arms.
"How did you learn to play like that?" Emma asked. "I mean, with your hook and all, it must've been difficult trying to learn..."
"You forget love, I am almost three hundred years old. I used to play for Milah when I had my other hand, but since she died, I haven't had much desire to play, and its not just because of my hook... However, the hours were long on that ship and there wasn't much to do when all the work got done. Even for the captain. So I taught myself how to play...backwards of course, because of the hook."
"I never knew you even liked music, let alone played an instrument. You never cease to amaze me Killian. What were you writing there on that notepad?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just making some ...notes...for myself."
"Bull." Emma replied. "Let me see it." And she reached for it.
Hook was faster than her though, and grabbed the yellow legal pad off the couch, almost knocking the guitar that was balancing against the arm of the couch over in the process.
Emma caught the guitar before it hit the floor.
"Geez Hook! If you don't want me reading your diary, all you had to do was say so!"
She set the guitar down on the coffee table out of the way. Probably not the best place for it, but it was David's, not hers so he was liable for any damage to the thing anyway.
"Sorry love. I don't let anyone hear my work until its finished." Hooks said as he ripped off the top paper, folded it up, and put it in the pocket of his leather coat that was hanging near the door.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, pirate." Emma said with an attitude as she plopped down on the couch.
He came up behind her and enveloped the top half of her in a hug from behind.
"I'm sorry darling. I didn't mean to get short with you. But even this hardened pirate has his...insecurities..."
"I would never judge you with something like that Hook and you know it." Emma said softly
"I know you wouldn't. Just trust me ok?" He asked has he started to nuzzle her neck and nip lightly on the skin just under her ear.
This pirate certainly had a flair for the dramatic. Emma would just have to let it go for now. She turned around and sat on her knees facing him.
"As you wish, Killian." Emma replied as she leaned in to kiss him.
She kissed him gently and he kissed her back. It was a sweet moment until Emma's stomach growled.
"Guess its time for breakfast." Emma said with an air of dismay. Suddenly, her face lit up as if she had an idea.
"Killian, have you ever had cinnamon rolls?" Emma asked
"No, I don't believe that is something I've ever tasted." Killian replied.
"We'll then you're in for a treat!" Emma said as she slipped off the couch and headed straight for the kitchen.
"Need any help, love?" Killian asked.
"No I think I'll be fine, but some background music might be nice."
Killian smiled as he resumed his spot on the couch and picked up the guitar again.