This came out when someone on Tumblr mentioned they would like to see a scene with Killian and Emma mirroring the Snowing scene from 2x10!
"Stop it!" Emma whispered, trying to push him away but he didn't budge.
"There is just this spot, love. I don't think I've explored it before." Killian replied, nibbling at her skin where her jaw met her ear.
"I … we …" Emma trailed off, tilting her head to give him better access, completely forgetting why she wanted him to stop in the first place.
His mouth trailed a path down her throat and he shifted slightly, pressing his body into hers and a silent moan escaped her as he moved above her.
But suddenly the door was yanked open, Henry's loud chatter filling the room and Emma pushed Killian aside, fumbling desperately for the blankets to cover them both.
"Why are you in bed in the middle of the afternoon?" Henry asked baffled.
"Resting?" Emma replied feebly, a blush rising up in her cheeks and Killian wasn't helping either as he leaned back on his elbow with a smug grin on his face.
"Yes, lad. We needed to rest after our adventures in Neverland. They were very draining."
"How about we get started on making dinner?" Mary Margaret said, pulling Henry towards the kitchen counter.
"You've got to be kidding me!" David groaned, trying to look everywhere else than at his daughter and the pirate.
"You're one to speak!" Emma hissed. "As if you two are any better."
"But here. With him." David replied exasperatedly.
"I agree the location might not be the best. But with whom do you think I should rest in bed? Do you think I'm resting with more than one man at a time?"
"I … you …" David stumbled, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "I think I don't want to get further into that topic."
"Good. Me neither." Emma said firmly, grabbing Killian's hand and entwining their fingers. "Because he is not going anywhere."
David just stared at their entwined hands for a few seconds before he shrugged his shoulders and turned around to join his wife and grandson in the kitchen.
"Well played, love." Killian spoke softly, his lips brushing over her shoulder and Emma turned her head, a big grin splitting up her face.
"Well, you are not going anywhere, are you?"
"No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right where I wanna be."