Bits and pieces of what could have happened in the six missing weeks ;) mostly fluffy, but there’s a little bit of smuff in there too! Hope you like my wonderful shipmates, enjoy the episode tonight! xxx
Emma sat on her desk and yawned so widely her jaw cracked. Giving in to temptation, she buried her face in the circle of her arms. Her hair fell around her like a warm curtain, and she breathed quietly in the stillness of the early morning, the weak sun filtering through the blinds on her window.
A sudden sharp rap made her jump and she bolted upright, looking blearily at Killian, who stood grinning at her from the doorway to her office. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him accusingly. He shrugged, grinning.
“Tired, love?” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“You have no idea,” she said, yawning again. “Then again, maybe you do. You’re three hundred years old after all.”
He snorted softly. “I thought we’d settled that particular argument. It’s more like two hundred.”
“Semantics,” she said, her gaze drawn to his hand. She looked back up at him. “Is that what I think it is?”
“If you think it’s a grilled cheese sandwich fresh from Granny’s, you’d be correct.” He pulled his other arm from behind his back. “And an extra large caffeinated beverage to accompany it.” He indicated the take out cup nestled securely in his hook.
She held out her hands made a grasping motion. “Gimme.”