He's An Arrangement

Birthday's Don't Mean Joy

I snuggled into Killian's side and listened to his small snores. My feet entwined with his and a smile crossed my face. I lightly kissed his chest, trying to wake him. At this moment, it was just the two of us. We're all that mattered.

He groaned lowly, "It's not bloody time to start the day," he mumbled, pulling me closer.

"Yes, it is. Come on now, lazy ass," I stood up from the bed and stretched my arms, "Come on, up, up, up!" I threw a pillow at him, only for Kilian to cover his face with it.

"I hate Mondays. They're the demon itself approaching you every damn week," he sat up slowly and I rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for getting up," I smiled at him. He pecked my lips, "I've gotta get going."

"What's so important now?" Killian tilted his head, his eyes wandered for important dates.

I rolled my eyes, "You know what today is, right?"

"Oh, yes, of course, just for a refresher, though?" He raised a playfully, gorgeous eyebrow and flashed a cocky grin.

"How sly," I paused, "Thursday is Neal's birthday."

Killian gave me a confused look, "Why should I care?"
"He expects a party, and I don't have anything planned," I unplugged my phone and began rubbing my forehead, "This is stressful," I mumbled and rolled my thumb along the surface.

His hair was tussled on his head, his stubble lining his jaw and his eyes looked rested. I looked over him for a second, taking it in. His shirtless chest stuck out, showing his toned body and I bit my lip. I traced my eyes lower, before bringing them back up to his'. He had an amused gleam in them, his mouth in a grin.

"See something you like, lass?" Kilian said playfully, moving closer to the edge of the bed, where I stood.

I nodded, "I see much I love," his hands were on my waist by now, and as much as I wanted to get back in bed with him, I pulled away and grabbed a t-shirt to put on and get some breakfast.

Killian frowned as I left to grab a shirt, "What's the use of clothes?" He stood from the bed, following after me like a lost puppy.

I thrust some sweatpants at him, in his nude glory, and he shook his head, "So stubborn," I managed to get out before he kissed me, holding me close to him.

I pulled away again, "Come on, Killian, we've gotta get going," he groaned but nodded.

"Fine," he stepped into the sweat pants, pulling them up. I wore one of Killian's t-shirts, which were huge on me, I wore them because I knew how much he loved seeing me in them.

I watched his eyes wonder, before pulling him down stairs.

"Do you know how much of a bloody temptation you are?" Killian walked down the stairs, still going on and on about getting into my pants.

"Great for you. I've got things to do that are more important, right now, than pleasing you," I made sure to add in the "right now" to not have him say something else against me.

"Right now, eh? Maybe later?" He went to the fridge to grab some orange juice.

"Maybe," I teased, because, two can play at that game.

I caught David's amused grin from across the counter, "Morning," I mumbled.

He nodded in return, "Anyone want coffee?" David set the pot onto the surface, "There's some hazelnut creamer over their. Mary Margaret likes her coffee sweet. Got half and half in the fridge--"