storybookswan replied to your post “Yesterday was quite possibly the most atrocious day to be a Oncer/JMo…”
Killian doesn’t know what a waterbed is and so when he and Emma go furniture shopping for their new place he accidentally pops a bed with his hook! :D
Emma walks into the bathroom with a towel in hand and sweats tucked under her free arm, pausing in the doorway when their eyes meet. He’s seated on the closed toilet looking miserable and grumpy, dripping water onto the tile floor with his sad puppy eyes wide on hers, and she can’t help but give him a sympathetic smile.
"It wasn’t your fault," she assures him (for the hundredth time). She sets the clothes down on the counter then steps towards him, draping the towel over his shoulders and beginning to dry his hair with the ends.
He sighs heavily and pouts at her. “Easy for you to say, you didn’t break that blasted water-filled bed with your hook.”
The giggle escapes before she can stop it, hand flying to her mouth too late as images of him sitting in the middle of the store — surprised and mortified expressions flickering across his precious, precious face, him completely soaked to the bone with a deflated mattress beneath him as gushing water seeps into the carpet — fill her brain and make her snort.
Killian grumbles and scowls at her. “Tis not funny, love!”
She chuckles lightly, nudging his legs apart and easing between them so that she’s pressed right into him, fingers tangling into the ends of his damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Tis very funny, love,” she replies, mimicking his accent and making him curse and roll his eyes. She moves to massage at the tension just below his skull and smiles once more when she manages to elicit a groan from him.
"Look at it this way…" She leans forward and bumps their noses together before lightly pressing a kiss to his lips. She wants to erase his frown, soothe away the worry lines on his pinched brow. "At least now we know not to get a waterbed-"
“And!” She interrupts, hands sliding down to slip beneath his coat and start to push it from his shoulders. “We get to do the best part.”
His brow quirks at her, blue eyes darkening heatedly when she begins working at the buttons of his waistcoat. “Oh? And what exactly would that be, darling?”
She grins brightly at his suddenly husky voice, fingertips brushing along the warm skin of his chest just on the edge of his v-neck. “Why cleaning you up, of course.” And she closes her mouth hungrily over his.