Request: Emma and Hook are cooking together and end up in a food fight.
Here we go friend! Sorry it took so long and sorry it’s so short it just felt right this way. Hope you like it!
Killian Jones x Emma Swan one shot
Killian stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” he comes into the kitchen, asking Emma. “It’s 8. I just thought that I would come down here and make us some french toast,” she smiles and leans back to give him a kiss. “Do you know how to cook without making a mess,” Killian gestures to the counter, where sugar, eggs, milk, and a bunch of other ingredients are spread out. “Just trying to be a good wife,” Emma smiles at him. Killian stands pressed against Emma and she turns around, holding the sugar, “Killian I need to,” you bump into him and accidentally spill flower all down his front. “Oh very smooth Emma, I don’t think you should have done that love,” he smirks at her as he dips his hand into the sugar. “Oh no no no. Killian, I just took a shower, don’t you dare, don’t you-“ Emma is cut off by a mouthful of sugar that Killian lobbed at you from the side. She wipes the sugar on the side of her mouth on her sleeve. “You’re gonna pay for that,” she jokingly glares at him. “Oh will I?” he jokes back. Emma ups the fight, as she picks up an egg. “Now that, is not a good idea Emma, you sly little-“ he ducks as Emma whips the egg at him, but not in enough time. The egg smashes against the collar of his shirt and neck. “You’re gonna regret that love.” “Uh-huh,” she shakes her head at him. “Emma, come here. Give me a hug,” he says as the egg drips down his front. “Oh no you don’t, Killian, no!” She runs around the corner of the kitchen as Killian chases her. He quickly catches up to her and hugs her from behind, squishing the egg on the back of her shirt. “See how it feels,” Killian chuckles in her ear. She turns around and pushes herself out of his grip, and backs toward the kitchen. He slowly walks toward her saying, “Alright Emma, no where to go, whatcha gonna do now?” “Hmm, i don’t know, maybe this,” Emma says as she reaches behind her and grabs a handful of sugar. She shoves it in Killian’s face and he keels over rubbing his eyes saying, “Ow that stings!” Emma turns and says, “Oh Killian I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” she bends down to see his eyes, when Killian pulls her in for a kiss from his sugar coated lips. It tasted sweet and felt good. She licked the sugar off his lips with her tongue, the sugar mingling between their two mouths. They both pull back and look at each other. “What a mess,” Emma chuckles. “What do you say we go take a shower and save the french toast for later, love?” Killian waggles his eyebrows at her seductively. Instead of replying, Emma gives him her most seductive look and wiggles past him. “Come on,” she offers her hand to him behind her. He takes it and she drags Killian upstairs, into the shower.
