the-captains-ayebrows said: Prompt 55, please. "Things you said under your breath"

(From a things you said prompt list)

The Things you say under your breath

Killian Jones had many, many positive qualities. Loyalty, courage, honour, bravery all numbered among them. Humility when it came to his own good looks did not.

Not even in the slightest.

Not, Emma often thought, that he didn't have a lot to feel good about. The man was ridiculously attractive, from his tousled hair (God help them if he ever discovered product) to his manicured scruff and his penchant for tight pants and leather.

On more than one occasion, her breath had been taken away at the sight of him, every nerve ending twitching at the thought of pulling that beautiful body hard against her and having her way with him.

Emma Swan had, however, absolutely no intention of letting him know that. A man who referred to himself - disturbingly often - as devilishly handsome needed no encouragement to vanity from the woman he loved. That was just not their dynamic. He admired, she teased. Words were his power, action was hers.

But there were days when only words would suffice - long, drawn out words, often punctuated with curses and slow exhaled breaths.

Like the morning she found him in front of the bathroom mirror, fingers moving skillfully through his hair until it appeared as if he had done nothing at all except rise from his bed. Intent on his grooming, he didn't notice her presence and she leaned against the doorframe, her legs slightly shaky and a low down tug in her belly tempting her to abandon any plans they might have had that morning.

"Oh god", she murmured, "you are as hot as hell." The sigh that accompanied this caught his attention and he turned to her, the knowing grin on his face only making him more attractive. A fact of which he was well aware.

Bastard.

"Good morning, Swan," he smirked."See something you like?" He led with his hips as he swaggered towards her, cocksure and over confident in the way only he could get away with. Breathe, Emma, she thought, grateful he had put his shirt on prior to this moment as his bare chest would have been the final nail. As he stepped into her space, eyebrow raised in a challenge, she reached a hand up into his hair and pretended to look closely near his temple.

"Just thought I spotted a grey one," she said, walking away quickly before her resolve faltered. She had to smile when he didn't follow immediately.

The counter at Granny's was an ideal location as Killian and Robin battled it out at the dart board. Emma sipped her cocoa, laughing occasionally at the banter between the two men as they fought for the win. Killian's face was the picture of concentration as he lined up his dart, but that was not at all where Emma's attention was focused.

"Thank god for skinny jeans," she muttered under her breath as the pirate bent down to collect a wayward dart.

"Amen to that," came a voice from behind her. She turned to find Granny absent mindedly drying a glass with a dishtowel, her eyes firmly planted on the aforementioned item of clothing. Emma's eyes widened, and the older woman winked at her..

"Wolf hearing," she said with a shrug. "And I'm not too old to admire the view."

The diner owner took one last admiring glance, a grin worthy of her granddaughter firmly fixed on her face, and headed to the kitchen. Emma was left shaking her head, as Killian appeared beside her.

"All right there, love?" he asked. "You look bemused."

She laughed. "So would you if you had just had a conversation with Granny about your boyfriend's ass."

He didn't miss a beat. "Ah well, love, the Widow Lucas is a discerning woman. You could hardly blame her for taking an opportunity when it arose." He ran his tongue rakishly across his teeth, daring her into action.

He wasn't so cocky when she grabbed his lapels and pulled him into her kiss, hard and scorching, no thought given to the other patrons or their surroundings. She saw the shock in his eyes as she pulled back - a flashback to another time when she had knocked him off kilter with her lips - and with a lascivious smirk plastered on her face she leaned in close to his ear.

"Your ass is mine, pirate," she breathed. "And don't you forget it." Before he could respond, she was off the stool and headed towards the guest rooms.

With a pirate hot on her heels.