Captain Swan Just Friends

Chapter 1

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Killian Jones is in love with his best friend Emma. Little does he know she feels the same way. Mutual pining with best friends to lovers.

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Killian Jones is a simple man. He doesn't need much in his life, a little rum, a little leather and a little Emma and he's set for the rest of his life.

Working on the docks and living close by has made it difficult for socialisation. Not that he minds. He would probably describe himself as an introvert, but he certainly knows how to charm all who cross his path. But it doesn't really matter to him, being charming, unless it's Emma he's trying to charm.

Emma. Where does he start? She's everything all in one. Witty, intelligent, beautiful, and she just understands him. He understands her too. So much. If soul mates exist he'd be blind to admit it's anyone but her. He couldn't live without her, and he knows she couldn't live without him either.

That brings him back to where he is now. Laying under his heavy duvet in the middle of the afternoon, one Emma Swan fast asleep in his arms. Her long blonde locks are scattered all over the pillow, and he buries his head into them. She's a vision in the late afternoon sun, creating a halo on the pale skin of her face.

They do this often. Cuddle in his bed when the outside world gets too much. Which is often. It's completely innocent, just two friends captivated with one another, forgetting everyone else exists. It's what friends do, right?

He knows better. But he can't bring himself to stop it. He wouldn't survive without his fix of Emma, so he'll take what he can get. She's so different with him, so soft. By day, she's out hunting down criminals, kicking ass and showing no mercy. But with him, she's putty in his hands. She lets him look after her, she likes it too.

He doesn't let himself think about it too much. He doesn't want to know why she relies on him, why she trusts him. Not that he'd ever do anything to betray her. He's wrapped around her little finger and she knows it. She knows he'd do anything for her.

She stirs a little in her sleep, before one eyelid opens and green meets ocean blue. She smiles. It's a beautiful sight.

"How long have you been awake?"
She asks as she burrows further into his chest, their legs tangling. It's only their thin pyjamas separating them, her shorts barely passing as shorts, and he has to focus to stop the blood from rushing down to where he can't have it rush.

He breathes her in. She still smells like cinnamon from when he made her a hot chocolate a mere hour before, and a little bit of something floral. Maybe she got a new perfume, he'll have to ask her about it later.

Her voice comes out husky, having just woken up from her afternoon nap. As he replies "not long, love" he realises his is just as husky, if not more. She looks up at him with that, and kisses his cheek.

"I hate everyone but you" he laughs at that, this not unlike Emma to say. "Aye, love, ditto." She sits up, stretching her arms up, her back arching. He can't help but lay there, watching, mesmerised by everything she does. He yawns and she looks back at him, cracking another breathtaking smile.

"Have you been having trouble sleeping again?" She looks at him so concerned and it takes everything in him to not kiss her senseless. He doesn't respond because he knows she already knows the answer. She lays back down to hug him, and moves her mouth to his ear.

"I'll stay for a couple days." And that's all he needs to hear. It's all he needs. She's all he needs. He hugs her close and they stay like that until her belly rumbles and he let's out another loud laugh. He feels her grin into his chest and he can't help the flutter in his heart.

"Right, love, tea time. What will it be today? Pop tarts? Pizza? Or some other form of sugar and grease that will surely cause a heart attack?" She kicks him in the shin and gets out of bed at that, causing him to follow her.

"I'll have you know that I've had two salads this week."

"Love. Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to call Mary Margaret? Have her nurse you back to your proper self?"

"Shut up."

"So articulate, love."

She glares at him but still let's him wrap his arms around her waist. He can see her fighting back a smile and it warms his heart to know that he has that effect on her. They've reached the kitchen now, and he begins pulling eggs and bacon out of the fridge as she chucks some bread in the toaster.

They slip into a routine after that. Emma preparing the toast and orange juice as he cooks the rest. They eat in comfortable silence, with a few jokes cracked here and there. When they're finished, they crawl back into bed, resuming their earlier position.

Emma's phone rings and she leans over him to peer at the screen before rolling her eyes and passing him the phone. He looks at the screen to see Walsh calling and mirrors her eye roll.

Walsh. The guy Emma works with who is madly in love with her. Not that she notices. She never gives him the time of day. The guy asks her out almost weekly and Emma always rejects him, often getting Killian to handle it for her when they're together.

He slides to answer the call. "Mate, Emma's not available. Stop calling her." He hangs up before Walsh can get a word in. He almost feels sorry for the guy. If Emma didn't give him the time of day he wouldn't know what he would do.

Placing the phone on the bedside table, he sighs before wrapping his arms back around Emma. She giggles and it's such a rare sound. Well, rare to everyone but Killian. It always makes him smile goofily, which makes her giggle more. He goes to tickle her then, not wanting the giggles to end.

They end up a mess of tangled limbs, and he pulls the covers back over them, Emma burrowing deep into his side. She gazes up at him from beneath her lashes, and her green eyes zone in on him, her earlier concern returning.

"Can I do anything to help you sleep?"

"Just you being here is enough, love."

She doesn't respond, but she doesn't have to. Her actions have always spoken louder than her words. Instead, she smiles and nuzzles her nose with his before resting her head back on his chest. She falls into a peaceful sleep shortly after.

He follows her not long after, not lying when he said she's all he needs to fall asleep. She knows why he can't sleep. Knows that it's nearing the anniversary of Liam's death. Knows that he just needs her here.

But she doesn't know that he's in love with her.

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Well, I hoped you guys liked that! Let me know if you did so I can see if I should continue writing! If so, there will definitely be a few more chapters!! XD

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Once Upon A Time.