Once Upon A Happy Beginning

Chapter Eight: Pancakes

Emma

"Alright, love, I'm coming!" Killian says when he finally wakes up, "But you really should know that your husband isn't a morning person." 

"I know! I know!" I say, fishing his hook out from the wild mess of clothes on the bedroom floor from last night. "But, it's a new day, babe. Beach, village or pool?" I honestly feel like a five year old kid in a toy shop, but I don't care. I've never felt this happy before in my life; I had twenty-eight years of pain and torment and the small flickers of happiness that I had with Neal or Lily ended up being quickly destroyed by whatever happened next. After Henry found me, almost five years ago now, I thought I finally had some happiness, then I met Hook, and deep down I knew he was crucial to my happy ending. Then, Storybrooke became Storybrooke – with curses, villains, deaths and I feel like now is my breathing time. Away from the title of Saviour. Away from the threat of magic. Just two weeks with me and my husband. 

"Whatever my beautiful wife desires," He says, screwing his hook back into it's holder, he looks up at me and smirks, "So that's where my shirt is."

"Hey!" I punch his shoulder playfully, "It's comfortable!"

"I say, Swan, it looks a dream on you, but I think it's better on the floor with the rest of our clothes."

"Killian..." I moan, pulling his hand so that he's stood up, his arms wrapped around my waist, "We have to be downstairs if we want breakfast... the buffet closes in an hour..." I kiss him and begin to turn away but he grabs my hand and spins me back to him in the way that he knows I love.

"Or..." He leans in to talk into my ear seductively, "We could just have the pancakes here."

"Hook! I don't need the visual reminder of when my mother walked in on us!" He looks at me with those puppy dog eyes, and I give in too easily. "You know you have to give me a fighting chance." I tell him, pushing him back onto the bed and allowing him to slide off his shirt and explore my body again with sweet, gentle kisses. I feel butterflies in my stomach and let out a soft sigh as he rolls us over so that I'm lying on the soft bedsheets of the honeymoon suite in a few leftover rose petals that might not have completely been flung out the way last night. I gaze into my love's blue eyes as I comb my fingers through his dark hair. I kiss him again, full of passion and love and desire. He's mine. I'm his. We're each others. I pull away long enough to ask: "We don't need to eat do we?"

"Nope." My husband whispers, popping the 'p' before I bring his lips back to mine. 

So I decided to include some honeymoon one shots before I jump back into the plot. You're going to have to wait for more information about the magic zone... (and Robin???)