CS + Hidden Desires / Unwrapped
CS + Hidden Desire / Unwrapped
General audience / ~700 word count
It boggled Emma’s mind. It was the third time in as many weeks that she’d found the wrappers hidden around the house. Buried at the bottom of the trash can, jammed hastily in the couch cushions, littering the work bench in the shed. Why was Henry hiding Pop Tart wrappers?
Perhaps he and Killian had another run-in about the questionable breakfast food? She hated to think that it had gotten so bad Henry felt he had to hide them from his step-father. Emma knew that Killian meant well, but sometimes the sea Captain took over and orders were issued before he had a chance to think.
She’d have to have a talk with them.
“Henry?” Emma called out as she knocked on her son’s door. “Can I come in, kid?”
“Sure, mom,” Henry responded, and Emma found him packing up his stuff to get ready to go meet Violet. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you about these,” she said as she tossed a handful of Pop Tarts wrappers onto his bed. “Henry, I know Hook can be a bit regimented about things, but you don’t have to hide these. I’ll talk to Killian, but I need you to stop hiding these wrappers all over the house.”
Henry looked up at her in confusion. “What are you talking about? Those aren’t mine.”
“No. I only like the strawberry ones, those are brown sugar and cinnamon.”
“Well if they aren’t yours then whose–”
“Everything alright in here, love,” came the dulcet tones of her pirate from the doorway.
Emma turned to answer him and caught his brief wide-eyed expression of panic as he assessed the wrappers on Henry’s bed. She took in the small crumbs that dusted his beard, and suddenly started to have a clearer picture of what had been going on.
Just to be sure, Emma lifted herself up to meet his mouth with hers and sure enough…brown sugar and cinnamon flavored his lips.
“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at her blushing husband who knew full well he’d been caught.
His pink tinted ears must have tipped off Henry, as he cried out from the bed, “Are you kidding me?! After all the crap you’ve given me about them not being a ‘suitable source of sustenance’, and you’ve been eating them in secret this whole time?!”
Emma stifled a laugh at her son’s indignation and her pirate’s cowed demeanor, and smiled as step-father apologized to step-son before Henry left to go and meet Violet. Emma followed Killian out of their son’s room after he collected the wrappers and made her way to the kitchen, watching him deposit the evidence of his treachery in the trash can.
“And here I thought I knew all your hidden desires,” Emma teased, and Killian just smirked at her over his shoulder.
“A man has to keep a few secrets, Swan,” he mused as he made his way across the kitchen towards her. “But I’d be happy to share a few more of those hidden desires with you if you’d like,” and he began to lay kisses along the expanse of her throat.
“Let me guess,” she whispered, becoming a tad breathless at his attentions. “You have a stockpile of jello cups on The Roger,” and she felt a sharp pain at her side where he pinched her for her cheek as he continued his trail of open mouthed kisses down her neck.
“No? Well, then…maybe a stash of milk duds and microwave popcorn in your underwear drawer?” she continued to tease.
“Swan…” Killian murmured exasperatingly against her lips in an attempt to quiet her mocking.
“Mmmm. You know, as much as I like the brown sugar and cinnamon, you really should try the–”
But she never got a chance to finish as Killian carted her back up the steps over his shoulder, hell bent on revealing a few hidden desires that had nothing to do with breakfast pastries.