When Emma opened her eyes all she could see was a small flickering flame of a candle moving a few feet in front of her. She blinked quickly to clear her vision, and Killian's form began to take shape. He was moving towards the corner where his makeshift bed was, and a stab of guilt hit her. 'Killian.' She whispered and her voice was croaky from sleep.'Shh, Emma, go back to sleep.' He whispered back softly, and she sat up to see him better.
'Only if you join me.' She said boldly, her voice a little stronger now. She couldn't see his face clearly but she knew he was frowning. 'I'm not letting you sleep on the floor in your own ship. Now join me in your bed or I'll sleep on the floor.' Emma stated firmly. He relented to her request with a sigh, blowing out the candle before shuffled towards the bed hazily.
'Only because I'm tired and I know how bloody stubborn you are.' She sleepily grinned at that and shuffled over in the small bed so that her back touched the wall. He climbed in next to her and she could feel the cold he was bringing in to her trapped heat of the bed.
'God, you're freezing.' She muttered, pulling the sheets over him to warm him up. He was silent as their bodies touched, the bed too small to allow them their own space. She could feel his clothes and was surprised that he seemed to be wearing a cotton shirt and pants, not imagining him in anything other than leather. She rubbed her feet against his and he flinched. 'Emma, what are you doing?' He hissed, although she felt him relax into her touch.
'I'm warming you up. I can't get back to sleep when there's an ice cube lying next to me.' She whispered, strangely enjoying their sleepy banter in the dark.
'Well you're the one who wanted me to sleep next to you.' He retorted, but she heard the amusement in his voice.
'Hook, shut up and let me warm you.' She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing at this absurd situation. She was rubbing her feet against Captain Hook to warm him up as they lay in bed on his pirate ship. 'It's a fact that you warm up quicker if you take off your clothes, you know.' She could practically hear the smirk in his voice and she almost regretted her invitation.
'I know.' She mumbled, pressing the side of her face against the pillow, inches away from his neck. She stretched her right leg over his and her arm over his chest. 'Swan, what-' He started, but she cut him off. 'I'm not taking my clothes off, so this will have to do. Plus, I'm used to having all the bed space to myself, so I need to stretch out somehow.' She whispered, her head now resting on his shoulder.
'Then I suppose I shall have to accept you strewn across me like this.' He sighed mockingly, and she rubbed her heel against his shin.
'Shut up, you're loving this.' Emma teased, and she felt his breath tickle her face as he laughed softly. 'Aye, but so are you.' He teased back, his fingers brushing against the arm over his chest.
'Perhaps.' Was all she whispered as she began drifting off once more. He smiled before resting his head against hers and closing his eyes.
Killian awoke at sunrise like a natural sailor, but he was taken by surprise when he became aware of the body that was practically lying on top of him. Emma was resting against him, their chests and hips and legs all touching in a strange embrace. Her head rested in the crook of his neck with one arm tucked underneath her and the other reaching out over his chest.
He blinked furiously as he tried to figure out if this was a dream, but the image was only becoming clearer. She was so cute and peaceful in her sleep that he didn't even want to move, but somehow she must have sensed the change in his body as she shifted. She lifted her head slowly and squinted at him (the furrow of her brow was adorable) before a smile lifted her lips. 'Hey.' She whispered, and the simple word did crazy things to him.
'Hi, lass. Comfy?' He asked with a smirk, and she bit her lip in embarrassment before giggling.
'Yes, actually, you're quite a nice pillow.' She joked, dipping her head back into his neck. 'You're not going anywhere are you?' She asked in a small voice, and he pulled her in closer with his good arm.
'No, love.' He whispered, pushing all his morning plans out of his mind. None of them mattered when Emma was in his arms.
'I'm getting kinda used to this life at sea, you know. Maybe when we get back we could go out on the Jolly there too.' She wondered, and her musing caught him off guard. His chest tightened and he felt tears prick his eyes. Emma noticed his silence and lifted her head to look at him. 'Hey, what's wrong?' She said, her voice laced with concern as she placed her hand on his chest.
'As wonderful as it is to hear that, lass, the Jolly Roger is no longer in my possession at present.' He looked around the room, taking in his cabin while he still had it.
'Wait, what do you mean, where is it?' Emma asked with a frown. Killian was silent, and she could see him thinking deeply, pursing his lips and swallowing before speaking reluctantly.
'I needed a bean to return to your realm, and the only thing valuable enough to get it was my ship.' He continued to look away from her, and after she stared at him for a moment, everything clicked.
'You traded your ship for me?' She whispered, and he turned back to see her wide eyes and open mouth.
'Aye.' He said simply. He watched her process the news, he felt her body tense beside him and her heart beat quickly. She slid up his body until they were level, and a small smile was on her lips before she placed then on his softly. He responded immediately, moving his lips against hers and relishing in the taste and feel of her. His desire to kiss her had been building since their first kiss in Neverland, and somehow along the way on their adventure back in time his desire had multiplied. He needed her, wanted her more than he ever thought possible, and now as he began mourning the loss of his ship, his home once more, the comfort her touch provided was bliss. They broke away to breath and murmur each other's names before kissing again, the tender touch becoming more passionate as their emotions were heightened.
'Killian, I can't believe you did that for me.' Emma whispered against his cheek breathlessly. He kissed her chastely on her nose and cheeks at her words.
'Emma, I would go to the end of the world for you.' This time it was Emma's turn to feel tears in her eyes. She buried her face in his neck, a place she seemed to find comfort in.
'Or time.' She muffled, and he laughed. They lay together in silence, both contemplating the large shift that had just happened in their relationship.
'Killian, can I ask you something? And you have to answer honestly.' Emma said as she lifted her head to look at him.
'Of course, love.' He smiled, and she ran her thumb over the scar on his cheek.
'Did you punch the other Hook because you were jealous?' She grinned as she asked the question, and he quickly grinned back.
'Aye, obviously I was jealous. Here I was turning into an honourable man because I met you, and you flirt and kiss the pirate Hook without hesitation!' He teased her but she heard how genuinely insulted he had felt by it.
'Yes, well I may have kissed Hook but that was only to distract him. I'm kissing Killian Jones because I want to.' To prove her point she lowered her lips to his, tugging on the bottom lip until she had further entry into his mouth. She moved until she was straddling him with her legs either side of his body. He groaned into her mouth and she responded by grinding her hips down against his.
'I feel like I'm going to wake up from this dream any moment now.' He breathed against her lips.
'That's exactly how I've felt about my life ever since Henry knocked on my door on my 28th birthday.' Emma laughed against his jaw, gently rubbing her skin against his rough stubble. Killian was silent for a moment before chuckling softly, and Emma raises her eyebrows questioningly.
'I was just remembering when I stood with Cora as her daughter cast the curse. She told me that in 28 years the savior would come and break it. It's just strange to think I knew about you before you were even born and now that very savior is in my arms, lying on top of me.' He said the last part with a smirk and she rolled her eyes.
They heard shouting above deck and Killian sighed. 'Apologies, lass, but I should go sort out my disruptive crew.' She reluctantly moved off him and sat up in bed as he climbed out with a deep frown on his face. She lay back down with a slump, burying her face in the sheets as he changed into his usual clothes. 'I'll be back soon, love.' He said apologetically, and she smiled.
'Okay. And Killian? You look good in that cotton shirt.' Emma replied with a smirk. He grinned back at her before climbing above deck, and she sighed contentedly into the pillow, nestling her face in the warmth where his body had been.
A/N: So this is super fluffy but I felt like they needed some sickly sweet moments between all the annoying interruptions :P