Househusband
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apachefirecatTitle: Househusband
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Author: Apache Firecat
Dedicated To: Romanajo123, who requested Hook/Emma - post bad day cuddles -- Happy (early) Birthday!!
Characters: Hook/Emma
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Hook has been trained well...
Word Count: 1,070
Written For: Romanajo123; 100 Ships 15. Tea; and Fannish 50 #30
Warnings: Future Fic, Slight AU
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She doesn't have to tell him. He's had this particular Princess in his life long enough that he knows with one look at her beautiful face when she comes through their door -- their door in a solid, land-based house, an actual home! -- what kind of a day she's had. His dark eyes rake her body up and down once, twice, three times before he's satisfied she's not hiding any injuries from him, and then he moves with quiet grace, taking her red, leather jacket, leading her to her favorite chair, and sinking her down into it. Then, with that same grace, he bends, he actually bows to a woman, kneels before her as he begins to slide her boots off of her feet.
He used to ask her if she wanted to talk about her day, but she's rebuffed him so many times that he's learned better. She doesn't want to rehash the bad points of her day, whatever criminals she had to stop and sorrows to which she bore witness to, and for Storybrooke to be a small town, she does plenty of both. He's almost began to look forward to the companionable silence between them. It's strange to enjoy such quiet, after all of his years yelling and carrying on in taverns, hearing guns and cannons alike firing in battles, and all the general loud, boisterousness of his former life as a Pirate, but for him and his beloved Princess -- and she is a Princess, no matter what she wants to say! --, it works.
She shows him trust every day when she's like this, when she lets him lead her to relax, hold her tender feet in his hand and massage them with expertise he's perfected over his many years as a lover. He never thought he'd settle down, but this woman has a strange impact on people. It's not just himself either; nearly the entire town has attested to her unique way of getting people to talk, and to, at least eventually, come together. Some have tried to contribute it to her son, but Hook knows better. Henry's a special lad -- no doubt --, but he's nothing compared to his mother. His woman is the planned product of perfected True Love; she embodies the very essence of the strongest magic and, at least to Killian, everything that's good in this strange, modern world.
He still finds the world around them quite strange, from its moving, automatic carriages to its tastes of music and entertainment and even its "fast foods". There's one of those strange burger joints that's opened up just down the road -- Ruby invited them during one of her spats with Granny --, but Killian doesn't trust that meat. He's been cooking for the last hour, in preparation for his lady love's return, and the steaks, fried onions, and potatoes should be ready soon. They could easily go to Granny's, even eat for free with or without her parents, but he wants his beloved all to himself, at least for tonight. He doesn't mind her family too much these days -- even Charming has grown on him --, but he wants nothing more than to just lay her down and hold her. From the exhaustion showing plainly on her beautiful face, he knows it's a feat he should be able to accomplish rather easily.
His dark head jerks up from where he's been bent over her feet, still massaging them, when the tea kettle sings. He's becoming a damn househusband, he realizes with a jolt, but he can't seem to truly be upset about it. She reaches out and gingerly touches his ringed ear. At his curious look, she explains with a sly smile, "The sun's been shining on it, and it's calling to me like a cat chasing a sunbeam." She wriggles her nose at him.
"I'll chase your sunbeam, luv," he says and suddenly, without any warning at all, whisks her up into his arms.
"The tea -- "
"I'll get it in a minute," he says, softly kissing her sweet lips. He carries her to their bed and lays her down there. "Full body massage here shortly," he adds with a wink. It will be a good way to get her to relax, to forget about life beyond their own front door, and to get her naked. He goes back to the kitchen and returns a moment later with two piping cups of his own fresh brew. She still hasn't figured out his secret ingredient, and he's not about to tell the do-gooder it's rum.
Instead, as she begins to sip from her mug, he sits his own on the nearby cabinet and begins to slowly strip her. He starts with her feet again, removing first one sock and then the other, and slowly works his way up, massaging each part of Emma's tired and aching body as he reveals it. She shivers as he slides his hook across her nubile flesh, but he knows it isn't from fear. The woman has never feared much, and she certainly doesn't fear him now. Besides, the things she's done with his hook -- He grins, and then hears Emma yawn, long and loud.
Gently, carefully, he places his hook across her mouth. "Sorry," she murmurs, almost blushing and surely looking sheepish. "I'm tired. It's been a long day."
"I know," he acknowledges, his low, deep voice almost a purr, "and it's okay. You're home now. Take a nap."
"I wanna be with you," she murmurs, making him grin even as she struggles to keep her green eyes open.
"You are with me, luv," he replies reassuringly, crawling up the bed, laying beside her, and drawing her into his arms, "for the rest of eternity. Sleep. I'll wake you when dinner's ready, pet." He kisses the side of his wife's blonde head and then proceeds to hold her as she sleeps. He will wake with dinner, with dinner and much, much more, and if he's really, really lucky, they'll be up for the rest of the night and he'll even be able to persuade her to call in in the morning. A Pirate, even an old, retired one who's been converted into a well-trained househusband, can hope after all! He chuckles to himself, then hushes even that as his love stirs in response. He'll make it all up to her tonight, he thinks, and kisses her head again as she sleeps.
The End
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Author: Apache Firecat
Dedicated To: Romanajo123, who requested Hook/Emma - post bad day cuddles -- Happy (early) Birthday!!
Characters: Hook/Emma
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Hook has been trained well...
Word Count: 1,070
Written For: Romanajo123; 100 Ships 15. Tea; and Fannish 50 #30
Warnings: Future Fic, Slight AU
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She doesn't have to tell him. He's had this particular Princess in his life long enough that he knows with one look at her beautiful face when she comes through their door -- their door in a solid, land-based house, an actual home! -- what kind of a day she's had. His dark eyes rake her body up and down once, twice, three times before he's satisfied she's not hiding any injuries from him, and then he moves with quiet grace, taking her red, leather jacket, leading her to her favorite chair, and sinking her down into it. Then, with that same grace, he bends, he actually bows to a woman, kneels before her as he begins to slide her boots off of her feet.
He used to ask her if she wanted to talk about her day, but she's rebuffed him so many times that he's learned better. She doesn't want to rehash the bad points of her day, whatever criminals she had to stop and sorrows to which she bore witness to, and for Storybrooke to be a small town, she does plenty of both. He's almost began to look forward to the companionable silence between them. It's strange to enjoy such quiet, after all of his years yelling and carrying on in taverns, hearing guns and cannons alike firing in battles, and all the general loud, boisterousness of his former life as a Pirate, but for him and his beloved Princess -- and she is a Princess, no matter what she wants to say! --, it works.
She shows him trust every day when she's like this, when she lets him lead her to relax, hold her tender feet in his hand and massage them with expertise he's perfected over his many years as a lover. He never thought he'd settle down, but this woman has a strange impact on people. It's not just himself either; nearly the entire town has attested to her unique way of getting people to talk, and to, at least eventually, come together. Some have tried to contribute it to her son, but Hook knows better. Henry's a special lad -- no doubt --, but he's nothing compared to his mother. His woman is the planned product of perfected True Love; she embodies the very essence of the strongest magic and, at least to Killian, everything that's good in this strange, modern world.
He still finds the world around them quite strange, from its moving, automatic carriages to its tastes of music and entertainment and even its "fast foods". There's one of those strange burger joints that's opened up just down the road -- Ruby invited them during one of her spats with Granny --, but Killian doesn't trust that meat. He's been cooking for the last hour, in preparation for his lady love's return, and the steaks, fried onions, and potatoes should be ready soon. They could easily go to Granny's, even eat for free with or without her parents, but he wants his beloved all to himself, at least for tonight. He doesn't mind her family too much these days -- even Charming has grown on him --, but he wants nothing more than to just lay her down and hold her. From the exhaustion showing plainly on her beautiful face, he knows it's a feat he should be able to accomplish rather easily.
His dark head jerks up from where he's been bent over her feet, still massaging them, when the tea kettle sings. He's becoming a damn househusband, he realizes with a jolt, but he can't seem to truly be upset about it. She reaches out and gingerly touches his ringed ear. At his curious look, she explains with a sly smile, "The sun's been shining on it, and it's calling to me like a cat chasing a sunbeam." She wriggles her nose at him.
"I'll chase your sunbeam, luv," he says and suddenly, without any warning at all, whisks her up into his arms.
"The tea -- "
"I'll get it in a minute," he says, softly kissing her sweet lips. He carries her to their bed and lays her down there. "Full body massage here shortly," he adds with a wink. It will be a good way to get her to relax, to forget about life beyond their own front door, and to get her naked. He goes back to the kitchen and returns a moment later with two piping cups of his own fresh brew. She still hasn't figured out his secret ingredient, and he's not about to tell the do-gooder it's rum.
Instead, as she begins to sip from her mug, he sits his own on the nearby cabinet and begins to slowly strip her. He starts with her feet again, removing first one sock and then the other, and slowly works his way up, massaging each part of Emma's tired and aching body as he reveals it. She shivers as he slides his hook across her nubile flesh, but he knows it isn't from fear. The woman has never feared much, and she certainly doesn't fear him now. Besides, the things she's done with his hook -- He grins, and then hears Emma yawn, long and loud.
Gently, carefully, he places his hook across her mouth. "Sorry," she murmurs, almost blushing and surely looking sheepish. "I'm tired. It's been a long day."
"I know," he acknowledges, his low, deep voice almost a purr, "and it's okay. You're home now. Take a nap."
"I wanna be with you," she murmurs, making him grin even as she struggles to keep her green eyes open.
"You are with me, luv," he replies reassuringly, crawling up the bed, laying beside her, and drawing her into his arms, "for the rest of eternity. Sleep. I'll wake you when dinner's ready, pet." He kisses the side of his wife's blonde head and then proceeds to hold her as she sleeps. He will wake with dinner, with dinner and much, much more, and if he's really, really lucky, they'll be up for the rest of the night and he'll even be able to persuade her to call in in the morning. A Pirate, even an old, retired one who's been converted into a well-trained househusband, can hope after all! He chuckles to himself, then hushes even that as his love stirs in response. He'll make it all up to her tonight, he thinks, and kisses her head again as she sleeps.
The End
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Date: 2023-03-05 12:51 am (UTC)I think they’re definitely cuddles.
Love the fast food line