anonymous asked:
Can you right a fic about Emma and Hook wresting to reach something at the same time (remote control/ book/ anything really) for whatever reason and end up in a weird position only to have Charming walk in and assume the worst.
They were sitting on the couch, Emma's legs tucked under her, her upper body pressed to Killian's side, his arm around her, hand resting on her shoulders.
They were babysitting her baby brother, letting her parents have their first night out since the baby was born.
Emma had put her brother in his crib for a nap, and proposed to Killian that they watch Disney's Peter Pan. So here they were, snuggling on the couch getting ready to watch the movie.
Killian winced at Peter Pan's appearance, and automatically started criticizing.
"Where did this Disney get his information? This isn't how the real Peter Pan is, he's a bloody demon!" He complained as he pointed toward the screen with his hook.
Emma couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her mouth. He turned his head towards her, completely outraged.
"You find this funny? I mean, you met the boy—you can't agree with this erroneous version?"
"Wait until you see Captain Hook." Chuckled Emma. Killian exhaled, exasperated at her comment.
When his Disney version appeared on screen, he let out a string of curses as he leaned forward on his seat as Emma fell slightly behind him at his sudden movement.
"What the bloody hell is this? I certainly don't look like this!" He vociferated as he propelled his hand towards the remote control that was resting on the coffee table in front of them.
Emma caught his movement and got to it faster than him. He turned his head towards her with a warning look.
"Swan, give me the remote, I can't stand to watch this farce any longer." Emma shook her head as she giggled.
"Why? I'm having so much watching you react to this movie."
Killian leaned towards her, trying to grab the remote as she got up, his upper body falling on the couch. He was quick enough to catch her ankle with his hook, making Emma trip on the floor. She turned on her back looking at him with a defiant look as he held his grasp on her ankle. She took remote and hid it under her shirt between her breasts.
"Do you really think I'm scared of that area, love? I can assure you that you are greatly mistaken." He pushed himself towards her as she tried retreating. He stopped her as he straddled her hips; taking both of her hands and trapping them at the top of her head where her golden locks were spread around like halo. He took his hooked arm, and trapped both of her wrists with his metal appendage. His good hand started to stroke her collarbone, teasing her.
"I'm waiting pirate. Aren't you going to take what you want?" She asked him as she cocked one of her eyebrows up, smirk on her face.
Killian mirrored her smirk before leaning his face inches closer to hers.
"Don't worry, love, I will." As he responded to her his hand traveled back down, his hands between her breasts taking the object he wanted, never leaving his eyes from hers.
He still hadn't taken out the remote out of her bosom when they heard the front door unlock, followed by a loud gasp.
They turned their head and saw both Mary Margaret and Charming, mouths agape, although her father's face quickly became a menacing one.
Emma and Killian looked back at each other, realising the position they were in, and where is hand was. They suddenly started laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
