She stood there, clutching onto the paper bag that their breakfast was in, and just stared. A smile tugged at her lips without her even realising it. There, in front of the school gate, Killian was saying goodbye to Henry before he headed off to class. They were both grinning, and an echo of laughter came from her son as the pirate ruffled his hair and nudged him on his way towards the school door. She watched Killian stare after Henry as the boy ran off into the crowd of children, until he turned his head and spotted her. Striding over, he shoved his hand and stump into his leather jacket. He tended to do that a lot, Emma noticed. Out of embarrassment probably.
"So, what's for breakfast, lo-"
He was interrupted as she pulled him by his collar into a tight hug. Completely puzzled, it took him a moment to remove his hand and stump from his pockets and wrap them around her to hug her back. While it was only a brief embrace, Emma relished it. Somehow, somehow, he still smelt like sea salt. She found herself relaxing into his arms and feeling safe; which of course was simply ridiculous seeing as this was Captain Hook she was thinking about. But she couldn't help it. He was warm and comforting, and her chin rested perfectly in the crook of his neck. In a strange way, his breathing made her sleepy.
Then she realised what she was doing and almost dropped their breakfast onto the pavement.
Pulling away and looking at the ground, she cleared her throat.
"Don't say a word."
She didn't have to look up at him to know that he was smirking.
"Aye, whatever you say, love."
They walked in a comfortable silence, something that surprised Emma greatly. It should have been awkward. But it wasn't. It was a nice silence, and not just because Killian wasn't talking. There was an odd feeling of understanding in the air, the feeling of a 'let's not ruin a good moment' kind of thing. Was it a good moment? Killian most certainly thought so. He hoped Emma did as well.
Once they reached the loft, she set out their pastries on plates and plonked herself down on the sofa.
"You need to get a hobby," she mumbled as she munched on her food. "You're going to go mad living in here with nothing to do." She was referencing a night last week, when she walked in on him crashed out on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.
"And what do you suggest, Swan?" he replied, dropping down into the seat beside her.
"I dunno. Write a book or something. Chronicle all your adventures. I'm sure Henry would love it."
"Aye, that does sound productive. I suppose I do have many a tale to tell. Three hundred years worth. There was this one time when I and my crew were in a brothel-"
Before he could continue the sentence, Emma put a hand up in front of his face and narrowed her eyes. "Keep it PG, Killian."
"PG?"
"No sex, violence, explicit language."
The pirate pouted and sighed. "Well that just takes out all the fun of it."
The blonde glared at him and turned away to lick the remainder of the sugar off her finger tips. Killian bit his lip. Can she please stop doing that?
"Well, you can use my laptop while I'm working. Or do you want to just get a notebook?"
Not even half an hour later, Killian was sitting at the kitchen table in front of Emma's laptop, squinting as his eye-hand coordination failed yet again.
"Killian, look up at the screen when you press the letters. Look, you're doing it!"
He was finding it very, very hard to concentrate. Emma was leaning over his shoulder, her blonde hair falling like a curtain on his right side. He couldn't understand how she expected him to do this thing right. Not when her warm breath was brushing against his ear and the pressure of her hand on the back of his chair.
"Swan, you're being very distracting right now."
He turned his head to the side to look at her, their faces only inches apart. Emma got a fright when her eyes caught his own, and instantly they were both locked in a somewhat trance. The room was silent as they both stared into each other's eyes. Bloody hell, he wanted to pull her down into a kiss so bad. He subtly licked his bottom lip and reluctantly turned away. He would wait for her. He would wait for her to initiate it.
Clearing her throat, Emma stood up straight and moved her eyes away from the general area around Killian. The pirate couldn't help but smirk at the effect that moment had hit her.
"So... I'm gonna go... um...leave you to that. Don't break it. Uh, see yea."
Awkwardly, she fled the kitchen, leaving Killian alone with the laptop. When he heard her bedroom door slam shut, he let out the breath he had been holding in. Turning his scattered focus back to the bright screen, he navigated around the desktop like Emma had shown him. It was difficult to manage typing with only one hand, but once he got the idea of it, his hand fell into muscle memory. Thankfully, she had explained the internet to him and briefly showed him the ropes. This would make life a lot easier for him.
Letting out a small sigh, Killian opened the internet browser and clicked on Google. With one last glance at Emma's bedroom door, he typed into the search bar. Emma Swan.
A/N: I'm so so sorry for my absence guys. Life has been a living hell for me the last couple of months so writing was kind of at the bottom of my list. But alas, here I am! The last few episodes just gave me a kick because the Captain Swan goodness is too much. I loves it.
Anyway, this one's really short but I wanted to get something out soon so I'd get a bit more motivation. Please leave your thoughts and comments! :)
Next time: Only a few words had been said between them, and it seemed Emma was keeping as much distance as possible from him. Was she really sinking back into her old habit of pulling away from people? From him?