Captainswan One-Shots

A Rare Afternoon

Things were finally quiet. It was a Wednesday afternoon in Storybrooke, Maine, and nobody was having a crisis or on the verge of death. Nearly everyone, actually, was on the verge of sleep. Their little town was, for a few precious hours, a quaint, sleepy Storybrooke. It made Emma smile, watching Mr. Gold and Belle stroll along Main Street, chatting happily, arms hooked together and pleasant smiles on their faces. She herself was locking up the station for the day, then was going to grab a cup of cocoa (with cinnamon) from Granny's, then head to her parents apartment. Maybe stop and see Killian on the way.

She stuffed the keys back in her pocket as she finished locking the door of the station, then shrugged on her favorite red leather jacket and headed in the direction of her go-to diner (even though it was actually the only good diner in town). Along the way, she checked her phone to find no new messages. When she looked up from tucking it back into her jeans pocket, she saw her handsome pirate walking her way with that all-too-familiar grin on his face.

"Hello, love. Off work for the day I see." Were his first words to her as they walked up to each other and he pressed a light kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah. For once nobody is dying or needs saving." She looked up at Killian and smiled. "I'm heading to Granny's then home; want to join me?"

He began to nod, then his head froze and he met her eyes. "With a crying baby and a father that doesn't care for me? How about we find a quieter place, perhaps my room that Granny kindly loaned me?"

"Mary Margaret called me about twenty minutes ago to say she'd actually gotten Neal to take his nap, and Henry and David are out doing something. Fishing, I think." Emma replied, stepping closer to him and taking his hand as they walked. His fingers threaded comfortingly between hers, squeezing ever so slightly.

"So you're saying you would rather sit with your mother and talk to her about who-knows-what, than come with me to my place." Killian sounded disbelieving.

She found herself nodding as he opened the door to the diner and let her walk in ahead of him, then sit at one of the cushioned stools at the counter. "Can you blame me for wanting to spend time with my family?"

"Your mother." He pointed out, giving her a look.  "And you spend most of your time there anyway!"

Emma rolled her eyes and then gazed into his stormy blue ones. "Killian, I spend most of my time with them because one, that's where I live. Two, David is also the sheriff of this town just as much as I am. And three, they're my family. And besides, I hardly ever get to go and just hang out with my mom. Without there being some new curse or life-threatening situation. So yes, come with me or don't come with me, but I'm going to see my mother."

For a moment he just stared at her, silent. His darkly rimmed, ocean blue eyes stared straight into hers for ten solid seconds before he finally smiled. "This is why I admire you so much, Swan. You never back down. Which, I'll admit, is both endearing and bloody infuriating at times. And you should know that I have absolutely nothing better to do than to come with you to your apartment and spend time with you and Mary Margaret."

She couldn't help but smile at his words. "I was hoping you'd agree with me. And you do know that my mom approves us this - us - very much. She is more than happy to let me fall asleep in your lap on the couch for all she cares." Emma laughed lightly as Hook's smile widened into a suggestive grin.

"Well if there's any chance of that happening, I'm definitely coming over."

"You flirt." She rolled her eyes again but was still smiling when she turned to Ruby, who had been watching the entire exchange with a grin.

"Two cocoas with-"

"Cinnamon, I know." Ruby cut her off, her grin falling into a knowing smile.