A/N: A smol little drabble of 100% pure fluff to warm your shipper hearts on this most magical day. Enjoy the wedding everyone.
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Tall, Dark and Handsome
She thinks that some girls out there would bitch and moan about having a boyfriend who only had a couple of inches on them; limits their ability to wear ridiculously high, uncomfortable shoes with dwarfing them.
For Emma Swan, Killian Jones was the absolute perfect height.
She spent practically every day wearing flats and it gave her the perfect opportunity to quietly ogle her dashing rapscallion (as he liked to be referred as) without the risk of being caught eye to eye. Even with the added height of her wig, she was still an inch or two shorter than he was leaving his neck open as prime real-estate.
There were days when things got to be a bit much and, by the time lunch rolled around, she was more than ready to rip the pins from her fake hair and throw it in the nearest trash can. When such a moment arose, Killian was quick to pick up on her mood and haul her into his body, arms secured tightly around her waist. With their height difference, Emma had easy access to the juncture between his neck and shoulder, pressing her face into the soft patch of skin whilst having the added sensation of his stubble tickling her forehead. In this little nook she could inhale the soothing scent and hear the steady beat of his pulse in her ear, all the while having his lips pressed firmly into her hair murmuring sweet nothings to sooth her.
Even better than at work were the times spent in their home, when he padded the hardwood floors on sock-clad feet that made him even quieter, aiding in his attempts to sneak up on her. She would be making pancakes in the kitchen when hands would creep onto her hips, his chin propped on the side of her head as she tilted her neck, leaving it open to the exploration of his teeth, lips and tongue.
She was equally guilty in this department.
He'd be elbow deep in suds, refusing to use the dishwasher as always, and she'd wrap herself around him like a koala on a tree, enjoying her shortness and pressing her cheek between his shoulder-blades feeling as whatever small amount of tension he may have been carrying faded away with a gentle sigh.
Past attempts at dating, or one-night hook ups had left her not remotely disillusioned to the fact that some men were put off by her height. She wasn't petite like Belle or Mary-Margaret and if she dressed to impress, men had had to crane their necks ever so slightly to look her in the eye. When they got around to actually getting on with the itch scratching, they always had her heels off first.
With Killian, she found she didn't tend to favour her previous skin-tight, leaving nothing to the imagination dresses. She tended towards more delicate numbers knowing that she could take his breath away in an over-sized tee and sweatpants. She saved her old stuff for private evenings alone, Killian asking her to role-play one-night-stands.
He left the heels on.
~E&K~
She'd been out late drinking with the girls, a rare opportunity given their shared employment, returning home with feet aching from the constant dancing.
She bypassed Killian, who was stretched out on the couch with a book in his hand, grunting a greeting in favour of heading immediately upstairs to shower and change.
She didn't take long, not interested in denying her body what it so desperately craved and bounding quickly back down the stairs.
He hadn't moved form his spot, contentedly turning pages of his latest crime thriller novel with his head on the arm-rest and feet crossed at the ankle. He'd turned off the over-head light and lit the fire instead, providing the perfect atmosphere for her desired evening activity.
Ambling over to him, she hitched herself over the back of the couch, allowing her body to drop the rest of the way down onto him.
She giggled at the soft 'oomph' that escaped as she landed, glancing up to see his indulgent eye-roll before snuggling into his chest.
They remained perfectly quiet, blissful in the silence, their bodies aligned from chest to toe her hand over his heart and his coming up to absentmindedly comb through her hastily towel dried hair.
Without cue, Killian opened his mouth to begin reading aloud to her, no matter that he was already half way through the story. It was a regular occurrence for them to spend their evenings like this; her making good use of his height making herself comfortable and, more often than not, drifting off still on top of him.
Occasionally, if he'd had a particularly trying day or the ghosts of his past had risen to the surface, they'd reverse the position. He was often at his most vulnerable with her chin rested on the crown of his head, arms around his shoulders as he pillowed his cheek on her chest. It made her feel warm and loved that he only allowed himself to be like that around her.
~E&K~
Undoubtedly, one of her favourite moments in which their heights had come into play, was the day before they got engaged (not that she had known it then.)
Killian had been fidgety all evening, eventually pulling his guitar from the stand in the corner and allowing his restless fingers to move rapidly over the fret board, playing melody after melody.
She hadn't wanted to interrupt the beautiful music he'd been making, but built up the courage to tentatively ask if he'd maybe show her.
His entire face had lit up and he'd swiftly dragged her down to sit on his lap, placing the guitar over knee and positioning her hands just so.
It had taken an hour and his fingers covering hers, but they eventually made it the whole way through I See the Light, with him singing the words quietly into her ear.
She'd turned after the last chord, feeling his own smile pressed into her cheek, quickly putting that mouth to even better use and kissing the hell out of him.
The night before he'd gotten down on one knee, they'd fallen asleep on the couch once more; her head beneath his as he hummed the same tune, lulling her into slumber unaware of how significant the moment would be tomorrow.