The Morning After
Emma wakes up first. She slowly opens her eyes, only to see the light-grey ceiling. She feels the warm rays of first lights upon her skin.
It takes her some time to remember where she is.
She’s still looking at the ceiling when she hears a slow and regular breathing on her side. She also feels a strong arm across her middle.
And suddenly, she remembers. The passionate kisses on their way back to her flat. The low whispers in her ear and tugs on her earlob as she closes her eyes to concentrate on the feeling. The sound of her door opening only to be pushed against it one second later. The mess they make as they stumble into her room (she’s certain there are so things - and by things she means clothes - displayed across the apartment.) His movements agonizingly slow and loving.
She remembers it all. The passionate night. The love-making.
His arms. His lips. His body. His scent. His voice.
Everything that is so him.
When she moves, Killian removes his arm and put them both under his pillow. He is still asleep, a grin on his kiss-swollen lips. She can feel the swell on hers too. She smiles.
She ties her hair in a messy bun and grabs his shirt on the floor (it smells like him and she loves it) then sits on the bed and takes some time to watch him sleep.
He seems younger like that. As if the scars life has left him disappeared when he’s asleep. He is so beautiful, and seems almost innocent. Almost. (after all, there is that stupid stupid smile on his lips and she wants to kiss them again)
(even asleep, he knows what he’s doing)
(and he’s doing it quite well)
"Killian," she leans toward him so her hot breath tickles his scruff, eliciting a ‘hmmm’ from him, "it’s monday. Henry gotta go to school. Get up and come eat breakfast."
She hopes Henry was already asleep when they’ve entered the apartment. And she also hopes he’s still sleeping now so she can pick up the different pieces of clothes before he can suspect anything.
(but when her son meets them in the kitchen, she’s wearing Killian’s shirt and he’s only in sweatpants)
(and the teasing grin he gives them means that he definitely doesn’t suspect something’s happened)
based on this post (x) from Adri’s blog