david's-backyard

CS ff: “Can I Kiss You?” (au)

Rating: Pretty damn PG(-13 for swears) for me.

A/N: I am eleven days away from 30. As a celebration of this (and to get my writing muscles moving again) I will be posting small ficlets between now and then, because why the hell not. :) (This is my way of crashing into Pervy Thirty with a fucking bang… which means not all of these will be so tame.)

(All prompts come from this list, in no particular order.)


It’s well after midnight when Emma finds herself on the swing set in the backyard of David and Mary Margaret’s house. It can’t be more than two minutes before Killian is joining her, sitting down on the unoccupied swing and letting the companionable silence fill the small space between them.

With the summer breeze ruffling through his hair, Killian looks young and carefree. Emma tries not to stare at him as he sways gently forward and back on the plastic swing. Instead, she pushes off the ground, pumping her legs and propelling herself higher than the small movements Killian is making on his own swing. When she’s reached a speed and height she’s satisfied with, she tips back and looks at the stars. Her long blonde hair brushes the rubber mulch that coats the ground of the small playground. She’s only vaguely aware when Killian copies her moves, swinging himself in earnest and eventually matching her pace.

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You know, in another universe, David and Gillian could have been this costar couple who would have been so done with Hollywood and so nostalgic about the hippie years that they would have recreated Woodstock in their huge backyard and David would have played the ukulele after he fed their pet goats and Gillian would be knitting in the sun while drinking some herbal infusion, only wearing a flower crown and looking fabulous.