Captain Swan One Shots

Why Can't We Wrestle, Too?

Summary: Emma and Killian are caught in a compromising position by their six year old twins, causing Emma to worry that they've been scarred for life.

Rating: T

Note: Just a fun fic to read before tomorrow's season premiere. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...Why Can't We Wrestle, Too?: Part 1/1...

"Yes!" Emma screamed, as her husband thrust into her.

Killian's lips were fused to her neck, his voice muffled. "I love morning sex. It's a brilliant way to start the day."

Emma squeezed her eyes closed, as her nails scraped down his bare back. "Couldn't agree more, but we have to be fast. The boys will be up soon."

His lips trailed across her chest. "Love, you know I don't like to be rushed."

"Neither do I," she said, panting, as she threaded her fingers through his hair. "But such is parenthood. You know the twins have a terrible habit of trying to barge in here in the morning." She paused and then added, "You locked the door last night, right?"

"Aye," he mumbled, as his mouth moved to hers.

She cupped his face and pulled his mouth away from hers so their gazes met. "Are you sure?"

He cocked an eyebrow, his head tilting to the side. "99% certain."

Emma's mouth dropped open. "Killian! You said-..."

He interrupted her by kissing her again and then distracted her by flipping them over so she was now on top. Emma giggled into his mouth.

Just then, the door swung open and their six year old twins bounded in, their mouths moving before they'd even crossed the threshold.

"We're hungry!" Liam announced.

"What's for breakfast?" Davey asked.

The boys stopped in their tracks at the sight of their parents, the comforter tangled around their bare bodies.

Emma screamed in horror and threw herself down on top of Killian. She pulled the comforter over her head, as she buried her face in his chest. Killian chuckled, as he looked at the boys, garnering a swat against his hip from his wife.

"Morning, lads."

The boys were fraternal twins, each miniature versions of their parents. Davey had blonde hair like Emma and Liam had dark hair like Killian. Their faces were all scrunched up as they stared at them.

"What are you doing?" Liam asked.

"Were you two wrestling?" Davey said.

Emma rested her chin on her husband's chest as she looked up at him. Killian had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

He nodded. "Aye, that's right. Your mother and I were wrestling."

Emma's mouth dropped open and she pinched the skin of his forearm. He stifled a yelp.

"No fair! You two always tell us we're not allowed to wrestle!" Liam whined.

"Yeah! You both say it's dangerous. That we could get hurt or break something in the house."

"To be fair, that was really more your mother's rule than mine."

Emma sighed heavily and rolled off of her husband. She pulled the comforter tightly around her chest and sat up slightly.

"Wrestling can be dangerous. It's a grown-up activity," she said.

Liam's brow furrowed. "Why are you wrestling without clothes on?"