That First Night Home!?
Ahoy, shipmates! Here is part 2/3 of That First Night Home. I cried when I wrote this part. I hope you enjoy it! (Two fic days in a row?! This hiatus is looking good for #CanWeTalkAboutCaptainSwan 😉). If you’re just getting here, this is my take on how, realistically, Emma and Killian would spend their first night at home together. Here’s part one if you missed it. And now, without further adieu, on to the adventures of our fluffy little angels…
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Killian pressed his hand against Emma’s shoulder to turn her back around so he could finish with her hair. He made quick work of it, most of the knots already gone. After he officially finished with the hair pick, she found herself astonished as he began to twist the tresses into a tight braid with his hand and hook.
“How are you doing that?” she asked, awestruck.
“Oh, Swan. I do believe it’s going to take a lifetime for you to learn all the things I excel at,” he joked.
“I look forward to every minute of it,” she said, and she meant it.
When the long braid was completed, Killian stood from the bed, striding over to the dresser. He didn’t know quite what he was searching for, but his goal was simply something soft for his Swan. Luckily, he found what he was after quickly, a silky pair of white night pants and a simple, light pink cotton tee. He also fished out a pair of soft, navy-coloured pants for himself, chuckling at the little sailboats that adorned them. He returned to the bed and placed her pyjamas in front of her, pressing an unexpected kiss against her lips. “Alright, Swan. Is it alright if I take a quick minute to clean myself up while you dress? It won’t take long, but I’ll stay if that’s what you need.”
“No, no, go,” she encouraged, waving her hand towards the bathroom. “I’m okay. It’s amazing, feeling clean. I want that for you, too.”
He nodded at her. “I’ll be right back. No sleeping!”
“Ugh, I’ll try,” she said, exasperated.
“I love you, darling.”
“Me too.”
He darted to the bathroom, quickly removing his clothes, hook, brace, necklace, and rings and stepping into the shower. Quickly he stepped under the spray, not even caring that the water was still freezing. He made quick work, scrubbing his hair and body with haste. Swan was absolutely right; being clean did feel glorious. He quickly towelled off and put on his pyjama pants, smiling at the mental image of his Swan picking them out for him. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he met his reflection in the mirror. Gods, he needed a haircut. He dropped his gaze lower, letting it fall on the blunt end of his left arm. It was mildly red, but he’d seen it have worse days. He briefly considered putting on his brace again to save Emma from having to see it, but he quickly pushed those thoughts away. He’d asked Emma to be vulnerable with him and she had been; it was only fair that he reached the same level of vulnerability. And besides, he had nothing to worry about. He knew how much she loved him. He knew she’d never see him as anything but whole. After towel-drying his hair a little better, he grabbed some antiseptic cream, lotion, and band-aids, before heading back into the bedroom.
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