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      " do you see this? do  you  see  this?  this is the first twenty dollar bill i ever  had tucked into my underwear. iâve kept it for three years now. itâs always been on my dressing room table, pinned to the mirror to remind me what iâm doing this for. now, today, this week -- this month  this twenty dollar bill is the  only  money i have to my name and i am being forced to spend it. wanna know what on????        a hideous bedazzled feather headpiece with the head of a barbie doll glued in the center. this is my life, these are my choices. welcome to my ted talk. â
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Okay but the way Killian looks at Emma and treats her like sheâs truly the best thing about living??? Thatâs some good shit. I can only imagine what their sex life is like if he treats her that way even when theyâre doing the most simple thing ajdbdbfnfbf
CANâT STOP, WONâT STOP.Â
She makes this one, very specific, absolutely delightful noise.Â
Itâs part sigh and part exhale, part sharp hiss and part settled contentment, comfort and want and everything he could have ever imagined when heâd barely dared to imagine any of this. Itâs his favorite thing in any realm and his far-too-long life.Â
Itâs also his goal to hear that noise as often as possible.Â
He is, after all, still a pirate and prone to selfish tendencies and the rush of want that slinks down his spine as soon as he hears that one, very specific, absolutely delightful noise is more than enough motivation.Â
The light is barely seeping through the curtains of their room, and Killianâs almost too certain that Emma is still asleep. Heâd like to go back to sleep, close his eyes and let the moment linger a bit longer, but heâs suddenly incredibly aware of every inch of her body against his, feet that are certainly some kind of medical marvel pressing against his shins.Â
He does his best to inhale slowly, careful not to move either one of them, but thatâs as successful as falling back asleep and it takes less than one full breath for Killian to notice the sunlight reflecting off the ring on Emmaâs finger.Â
Back on her fingerÂ
Where itâs supposed to be.Â
That, however, seems a bit selfish too and the last few hours have been a whirlwind of True Love portals and sleeping spells and doing his best to ensure that his voice didnât shake while talking to the prince. And there hadnât been much discussion, but Henry had mumbled something about itâs good to have you back, Killian before immediately dashing across town to Reginaâs and leaving Killian and Emma alone in their house with slightly gauzy curtains and a ring back on the correct finger.Â
Heâs a little proud at how quickly heâd gotten her to make that noise.Â
Before theyâd even gotten upstairs.Â
Killianâs fingers have started moving. They drift over the curve of Emmaâs hip and the top of her thigh, careful and measured movements that belie how much he wants and, possibly, needs.Â
Emma squirms against him, pushing back against his chest and the noise she makes isnât quite right, but itâs awfully close. The pride blooms in between every single one of his ribs, a soft warmth that feels like home and several thousand blankets and curtains theyâd picked out together when there was half a moment to spend focused on something so...domestic.Â
âHow long have you been awake?â Emma mumbles, twisting until the blanket falls away from her shoulder and thereâs suddenly far more skin than Killian is entirely prepared for. The heat shifts slightly.Â
And he kisses exactly where his lips land before he answers. He hopes Emma smiles. She does, at least, make some kind of noise, a low hum in the back of their throat.Â
Theyâre getting there.Â
âNot long, love.â
âMmhmm. Thereâs a stereotype in there somewhere.â
âIâm sure youâll find it sooner or later.â
Emma makes a less than dignified sound, a scoff and something that almost resembles a snort, and Killianâs lips move again, smiling against her skin. There are goosebumps there as well now, and it canât possibly be good for his ego to be this close to flying this early in the morning.Â
âSwabbing decks or something,â she continues. âI canât think of anything else.â
âYouâre an argumentative marvel.â
That time she clicks her tongue. And Killian jerks back slightly when she flips, taking him by surprise, which also feels a little absurd, all things considered, but he hadnât expected her to simply appear in Neverland and heâd only been slightly hopeful sheâd say yes, again, but he wants and needs and something else thatâs constantly inching close to desperate as soon as she glances his direction.Â
It takes a moment to ensure that they donât inadvertently elbow each other, and it somehow ends with Emmaâs entire leg in between his and neither one of them are particularly dressed. They had the house to themselves the night before.Â
âIâm sure thereâs something about rigging as well,â Killian grins, fingers trailing over her spine and that one spot just above the top of her hip that always makes her breath catch. Her left hip.Â
Only her left hip.Â
âArenât you the pirate?â
Killian lets his tongue drag over his teeth, well aware of what that does, and heâs seriously considering making several proclamations regarding the overall attractive qualities of Emma Swanâs current blush. She rolls her eyes. That may be more attractive.Â
Gods, but heâs happy she said yes. Again.Â
âNot an answer,â Emma mumbles, another twist of limbs and fingertips dragging over his chest, moving lower and lower and--
His breath catches.Â
She beams.Â
âA marvel,â Killian repeats, and theyâre both far too preoccupied that neither of them mentions the lack of qualifiers that time. Itâs more truthful that way.Â
Emmaâs answering laugh seems to echo around them, settling into the nooks and crannyâs and the worry about everything else, because thereâs still an everything else, but Killian can feel the cool metal of her ring when she wraps her fingers around his arm and itâs still early.Â
And heâs still a pirate.Â
Selfish and greedy and he wants, wants, wants. With his whole heart.Â
âI love you,â Emma whispers. He freezes.Â
Itâs far from the first time sheâs said it. Far from the first time sheâs pressed the letters against his chest, mumbled into the skin just above his heart like sheâs determined to make sure itâs still there. And certainly not the first time sheâs said it since heâs returned to this realm, earnest promises and determined guarantees mumbled into each otherâs ears for the better part of the night.Â
He freezes anyway.Â
Because the sound of those words in that moment make Killian pause, pulling back to stare at her â this wonderful, maddening, life-changing woman who figured out a way to save him. Again. She doesnât blink when he looks at her, and, really, he didnât expect her to, never expected her to back down from anything, not when she was capable of doing everything, but heâs still not entirely prepared for the expression on her face.Â
Exactly what he feels for her mirrored back at him.Â
Like he deserved to be saved. Like she wanted to. Like maybe she was willing to be a little selfish with him too.
Her lips twitch when he keeps gaping at her, slack-jawed and barely breathing, although his fingers keep moving and Emma flinches as soon as he finds that spot again and there it isâ the sound.Â
He kisses her silent, which is more than a little counterproductive, but also seems like the only option and Emma mumbles something that sounds quite a bit like babe in his ear. He keeps kissing her, moving across her body and down, down, down andâ
Itâs his favorite sound in the world.Â
Theyâre still a tangled mess later, blankets and limbs and more sunshine pouring through the curtains because itâs, finally, almost an acceptable time to get out of bed.Â
Emmaâs fingers rake through his hair, dragging across the back of his neck with a smile on her face and her ring where itâs supposed to be again. âI love you,â Killian says, not the first time heâs responded to her, but it feels important to remind her or promise her again and again.Â