#youhavemehooked

@youhavemehooked replied to your post:You know how Emma keeps Graham’s shoelaces, and...

I’d like to think at some point he would give her a token - maybe one of his rings that she would wear on a chain around her neck. Perhaps this happens when they are about to be parted for some reason.

once-upon-a-rolly-joger replied to your post: You know how Emma keeps Graham’s shoel...

Maybe something they don’t have yet. Cause anything he wears has nothing sentimental about it. But maybe they’ll find something next season

Yeah, I thought maybe they'll give them a token or something really nice like that, but technically there isn't anything sentimental about Graham's shoelaces either, she still kept them. Haha. I would love to see a token of their own, that the both of them would have.

j-j-sawyer-phillips replied to your post:You know how Emma keeps Graham’s shoelaces, and...

His coat. She’d wear it all the time instead of her own and probably keep one of his rings on a necklace chain.

Ooooooh, I loooove this. I'd love if Emma would just grab onto his coat. Some days she might just wear it while sitting on her couch, and think of him. The scent of him would probably linger on it. Maybe sometimes she falls asleep wearing it, because it feels like his arms are wrapped around her, and she feels safe.

Then read some smut.

Shush. Look at pictures of Colin and relax.

GIMMEEEEEE!!!!!!

youhavemehooked replied to your post “Anyone have some quick CS drabble prompts they want to send me?”

Henry walks in on Killian and Emma 'making tacos' and they decide to give him 'the talk'!

His lips were like a hot brand against her skin as they trailed down her neck and lower. He lingered at the edge of her bra, nudging the gaping fabric of her shirt out of his way. Her hands clutched at his hair when he hit a particular spot and she gasped at the bolt of sensation that shot through her. Emma tightened her legs around him, drawing him closer until his knees bumped the kitchen cupboards and he was settled against her core.

She moaned at the feeling of him there, so hot and hard, and reached for the buttons on his shirt. She undid rapidly and succumbed to the sudden urge to splay her hands across his bare chest and feel those crisp hairs against her palms.

Killian groaned as she raked her nails across his skin and she was just reaching for the laces of his trousers when suddenly the door opened.

“Mum, Killian, they let us off early-,”

Everyone froze for a brief instant before Killian leapt backwards, crashing into the kitchen cupboards opposite Emma in his haste. Emma clutched desperately at her shirt, trying to hold the two halves together and stared at her son, sure her expression was a mirror of his wide-eyed shock.

“Ah,” said Emma eloquently.

“Were you two seriously…?” Henry asked faintly. “In a public area? In the middle of the day?”

“To be fair, lad, we didn’t expect anyone home quick so soon. And our home isn’t exactly a ‘public place’,” Killian reminded him. Emma glanced over to see her fearsome pirate blushing furiously as he attempted to repair his disarrayed clothing.

She smiled at the scene and turned back to her son, having somewhat recovered her composure. “Henry, I’m sorry you walked in on us and we will take more care in the future. But we are two grown adults. And we are also wildly in love and sometimes can’t resist each other.” Her smile widened to a grin as Henry stared at her in horror.

“Swan,” Killian murmured in a strangled voice, clearly completely mortified.

“Sex is nothing to be ashamed of,” Emma told them both firmly. “And do you really want to stop just because Henry is a bit embarrassed about it?”

Killian glanced at Henry, but then shook his head empathically.

“Guys!” Henry cried.

“Sorry. You’re overruled,” Emma told him unsympathetically. “Now run upstairs quickly or we’ll sit you down right now and give you The Talk,” she continued ominously.

Henry’s eyes grew comically wide before he fled up stairs.

“What is this Talk of which you speak?” Killian asked curiously after they heard Henry’s door slam shut.

“It’s a little tradition in our world. Explaining sex to the next generation.”

“Oh,” he replied. “Perhaps that’s one tradition that we can forgo?” he asked hopefully, his cheeks reddening once again.

“Who would have thought my brave swashbuckler and renowned ladies’ man would be so prudish about sex?” she teased.

“It’s not the sex that worries me. It’s the boy. Surely he hasn’t grown up that much?”

Emma shrugged. “I’m afraid he has. Though…we could always leave The Talk to Regina and Robin?” she suggested.