A collection of one-shots, as well as multi-shots, centered around the amazing couple that is Emma & Hook. I hope you guys enjoy them!
As much as I love these characters, they belong to ABC's Once Upon a Time .
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Emma Swan hopped up on the kitchen counter. She sat cross-legged before she grabbed her hot chocolate and took a sip. She smiled as the liquid warmed her throat.
The mug dropped from her hand - and the hot chocolate spilled down her shirt - when keys jingled in the door.
She nearly fell sliding off the counter. She cursed when the door swung wide. "Damn it, Killian! You scared the hell out of me."
Her best friend raised an eyebrow. "Why all the fuss, Swan? You knew I was coming over."
"I just thought I would have a few minutes to prepare."
"Prepare for what?"
Emma turned around to grab a kitchen towel - and to hide the blush that stained her cheeks.
"To prepare to be in the same room as you."
She shook her head from those thoughts. She then took a breath and turned back around.
She shrugged. "To work our shift at the bar. I just wanted a few minutes to myself."
"Oh." He picked up the mug and handed it to her.
He then ran his fingers through his dark hair. "Bloody hell, love, I'm sorry. I can always leave and come back a little later."
Emma smiled at him. "Thank you for that, but you're already here. You might as well stay."
He tilted his head. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Nope. Not at all."
She placed the mug in the sink and then wiped down the front of her shirt - only to let out a sigh.
"I'm gonna have to wash this thing. I don't even know if I have another clean one."
"You can just borrow one of mine. It might be a little big on you, but it'll work for tonight."
The tips of her ears turned pink. She shuffled between one foot and the other.
"That's...okay. I'll...just wear something else."
"It may just be a t-shirt, but it's still our uniform. I'll just go grab it."
Before she could protest further, he hurried out of her door and down the hall to his own apartment.
Emma groaned and buried her face in her hands. "That's just what I need - to wear his bloody shirt."
Her head jerked up. "Did I just..."
She buried her face back in her hands. "I don't know how long I can keep this up."
When she looked back up, her green eyes landed on a picture that hung on her refrigerator.
Killian had taken one of the two of them on her birthday a couple years back. She still remembered the way his hand lingered on her waist and gave her goosebumps.
