Captain Swan One Shots

Why Can't We Have Pancakes, Too?

Summary: Emma and Killian's children have no idea why their parents laugh every time they request pancakes for breakfast. (Smutty future pancakes.)

Rating: Explicit

Note: So I've been loving all of the smutty fics that have come from that pancake scene. This just came from thinking about how this pancake euphemism for sex might live on for years and what would happen when Emma and Killian had children of their own who want pancakes. I originally didn't intend to make it smutty, but I just couldn't help myself. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...Why Can't We Have Pancakes, Too?- Part 1/1...

Killian wrapped his arms around his wife's waist as she poured a cup of coffee. His lips moved to her ear.

"Last night was amazing, love," he whispered.

Emma giggled as his lips trailed down to her neck.

"It sure was," she breathed, as she threw her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Killian's hand moved to the belt on Emma's robe. He quickly undid it and slipped his hand underneath. His fingers trailed under her camisole until he was stroking the soft skin of her stomach. Emma let out a contented sigh as his hand began to trail down to the lace of her panties and his hook slid up to circle her nipple.

"I don't know about you," he muttered, as he used his teeth to pull back the robe to reveal her bare shoulder and move his mouth to it. "But I'm really craving pancakes this morning."

"We can't," she managed weakly, as he kissed her shoulder. "The kids will be up any minute."

Killian sighed against his wife's skin, as he heard the pitter patter of little feet coming down the stairs. Emma jerked her head up and elbowed him in the ribs so he would remove himself from her. She quickly tied her robe. Killian bit down hard on his lip and ran his hand down the front of his jeans, just as the kids made their way into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Emma said, dropping a kiss on their heads.

"Morning, loves," Killian said.

The two stepped back to admire the products of their true love, as they commonly did. It still amazed them sometimes that their love had created them. They were like looking at miniature versions of themselves. Ruthie blonde and fair skinned and Liam dark haired and blue eyed.

"What's for breakfast?" eight year old Ruthie asked, as she sat down at the table.

"I want pancakes!" six year old Liam said.

"Me too!" Ruthie agreed.

Emma and Killian stared at their children. They turned to look at each other and then burst out laughing.

Ruthie crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you laughing?"

"Why do you laugh every time we ask for pancakes?" Liam asked.

Emma stifled another laugh. "Sorry. No time for pancakes today. You'll be late for school."

"We never get to have pancakes!" Ruthie pouted.

"Yeah, you two get to have pancakes all the time without us. It's not fair!" Liam shouted.

Killian's brow furrowed. "What do you mean we get to have pancakes all the time without you?"

Ruthie shrugged. "We hear you guys talking, you know. You don't think we're listening but we are. Just last night when we walked by your bedroom, we heard you say you were having pancakes for dessert."

"Yeah, we like pancakes and we like dessert," Liam said. "But you didn't ask us if we wanted any. And you guys always tell us we should share."

Emma and Killian shot each other a glance. Pancakes as a euphemism for sex had become a frequent inside joke between them. They didn't think their children had noticed, but apparently they had.