Captain Swan One Shots

No Day at the Beach

Title: No Day at the Beach

Summary: Emma and the Charmings take Killian on his first trip to the beach. But David and Killian's competitive streaks rear their ugly heads, turning a relaxing day at the beach into anything but.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Killian/Emma

Characters: Killian, Emma, David, Mary Margaret, Henry

Category: Humor/Romance

Note: Thanks for the responses to "True Love Waits". Part 2 will be posted on Monday. This is just a fun little story that came from the fact that I miss David and Killian bickering. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...No Day at the Beach: Part 1/1...

Killian appeared in the kitchen just as Emma turned away from the coffee pot, mug in hand. Her eyes roamed his body, top to bottom, her brow furrowing.

"Why aren't you ready to go? My parents will be here soon."

He glanced down at his attire. "I am ready."

"Dressed like that?" she said, gesturing with the mug at his boots, jeans, vest, button down shirt, and leather jacket. "We're going to the beach, Killian."

"Aye."

"You do know what the beach is, right? It's the sandy area attached to the water you adore so much."

He offers her a close-mouthed smile. "I am aware of what a beach is."

"But apparently you've never actually visited one."

"I had occasion to traverse an island or two in search of treasure during my pirating days."

"Ah, I see. So you've never actually visited a beach for pleasure."

"Can't say that I have."

"Well, you are entirely overdressed. You need a swimsuit, maybe a t-shirt, some flip flops, and a beach towel. Ditch the rest."

He stared at his clothes. "I own nothing of which you speak."

Emma walked over to the kitchen table and picked up a bag. "Good thing your girlfriend is always prepared and predicted you'd be woefully unprepared. Everything you need is in here. I even got you a swimsuit with anchors on it."

She handed him the bag and he placed a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you, love. What would I do without you?"

She smiled and shook her head. "Lucky for you, you'll never have to find out."

...

Killian glanced over at Emma as she drove. "So, tell me, Swan, if one does not search for treasure on a beach, what does one do?"

Emma shrugged. "Lots of things. Sunbathe, swim, make a sandcastle, play frisbee."

"Frisbee?"

"It's a plastic disk that you throw back and forth. It's a game."

He lifted his hook. "And it can be done with just the one hand?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah, sure. The hook can help you catch it." She turned her head and smiled, as she arched an eyebrow. "But I know from firsthand experience you are quite adept at doing things with just the one hand."

His lips slid into an easy grin, as he cocked his eyebrows. "Aye, that I am."

They heard the clearing of a throat from the backseat. "Uh, kid back here," Henry said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.