Killian grabbed her hand, pulling her close and pressing her back against the wall. His hand rested at her waist as he leaned against her, keeping her close. From the other end of the narrow corridor the shuffling of boots and metal scraping metal could be heard.

"I think they've passed." Emma whispered, a little more breathless than she'd intended to have been. "You can let me go now." But her words were cut short when she heard guards rushing past again. "Maybe not yet."

"No, not yet." Killian breathed out, his lips just inches away from hers. He had every intention in his mind to lean in and kiss her and focus on something other than their immediate capture if they couldn't find a way out of the castle.

"Killian, what are you doing?" Emma tried to act irritated by his increasing nearness, but the only thing it seemed to cause was her heart rate to pick up and her skin to burn hot. He was really close and she could feel his warm breath brushing over her lips.

"We might die."

The blonde's eyes fluttered at his words, "We could." She felt her heart jump as she slid her hands over his shoulders. He was pressed deliciously close to her and she, honestly, wasn't fond of the idea of pulling apart as soon as the coast was clear. "What would you regret if you died right now?"

"Nothing." Killian rasped, his lips meeting hers before she could interject – not that she was going to. No, she wanted this too, they could both see that loud and clear. A shudder ran through him as her fingers toyed with the hair at the base of his hairline, nails scraping across his scalp.

This was no place to get carried away, barely three feet of room between two solid stone walls - a dead end and potentially another dead end. But, everything right up to that point of no return was acceptable. Fingers trailing over curves and seeking out little spots to make the other gasp against their lips. They moved in strangely perfect unison, pushing each other in ways that they hadn't been pushed in a while.

"We… we shouldn't." Emma mumbled as she pulled back for a breath, her eyes unwilling to leave his. She wanted to continue this, to continue indulging in the slow burn of the moment. They'd been leading up to a moment like this since the moment they'd met. The looks they had shared since then had only been the tip of the ice berg.

"Not here at least," Killian smirked; drawing his tongue over his lips, marveling at the taste her lips had left on his. "And let me remind you, it was your idea to come here."

Emma shoved him in the chest, "Well, it's your fault that we nearly got caught. You thought it was an absolutely brilliant idea to try to steal from Cora's castle."

"No one was here… or at least I thought no one was." He furrowed his brows together, catching her hand in his hold. "I was well prepared to be alone with you."

"Oh, you planned for this?" Emma rolled her eyes, turning her cheek to him as tried to lean in and kiss her again. "Enough Killian, we've got a magic bean to find."

"I had plans to kiss you since the day we met, lass. Besides, don't play coy with me and claim you'd not thought of it either."

"It crossed my mind once." Emma lied; frustrated by that look he was giving her. He read her far too well. "Come on, stop loitering here." She turned her back to him, keeping close to the wall as she walked slowly towards the mouth of the corridor. "I think it's safe." She whispered, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Killian was close behind as she slipped into the wide hall. She looked around, her hand ready to go to her sword if need be.

"This way." Killian nodded his head to the side as he started to slowly move along the corridor. "Keep close, love. We're not going to be able to take on the guards alone."

Emma gave him a sideways glance, her lips betraying her with a smile. She'd kissed him. Maybe it was just simply one of those 'we're going to die, you're the only one around' sort of kisses. But it felt pretty damn like something. "Cora's not actually here is she?"

Killian shook his head, "Not as far as I know. Though clearly I'm not part of her inner circle anymore. Part of, you know, changing allegiances."

"I still don't trust that you're on my side completely." Emma admitted pressing her lips into a thin line as they turned a corner.

Killian frowned, after everything he'd done after risking his life for her – she still couldn't trust him? "Love, if I was going to betray I wouldn't be here right now. I would have let the guards snatch you and the ruse would be over."

"I just.." Emma's heart was doing that annoying fluttering thing. "I don't trust easily."

"I'm aware that this doesn't hold much meaning for you, but I don't care easily. It's been three hundred years since I let anyone in. Congratulations on being the first."

"What?" Emma stopped dead in her tracks, turning around to face him. "What do you mean the first in three hundred years? Are you being serious here?"

"No, Emma I'm lying." He retorted coldly, his blue eyes trained on her. "I just like to tell people I've not been intimate with another person in three hundred years. It really boosts my image with the ladies." Killian rolled his eyes, walking ahead of her. Why did she have to be so obstinate?

Emma narrowed her eyes, staring at the back of his head. This was not the time to be having these discussions. They were in danger – the life and death sort of danger. "We'll talk about this after we get the bean."

"Will that be before or after we're reunited with your little band of harpies?" Killian gritted, turning his head just enough to glance back at her. They trusted him even less than Emma did – which was saying something.

"Before." Emma replied, rolling her eyes. He had to be so damned dramatic about everything. "I'd prefer if we didn't have to discuss the whole kiss thing in front of them."

"Someone's ashamed." Killian retorted before pressing his finger to his lips, looking back at her with widening eyes. He stepped towards the large door, pressing an ear against the panels. "In here."

Emma wrapped her hand around the hilt of her sword, ready for possible attack as he pushed the door open. They both stepped inside cautiously, looking around. "Where do you think the bean is?"

"I've got it." Hook replied, snatching a small box off of the desk. He lifted the bean by its chain turning around to show it to her. "Now let's get out of here."

"That was really easy." Emma scrunched her nose, giving him a wary look. "Honestly a few guards chasing us and we were just able to steal the bean back?"

"It's not of any use to her." Killian said bluntly, holding the bean up and studying it. "It's dried up and dead, magic can't exactly make it work. It used to be full of magic and hope and now it's just a useless bean on a chain."

"Then why did we risk our lives for it?"

Killian laughed, slipping the chain over his head, settling the bean beneath his leather doublet. "I know things that Cora doesn't know, love. Surprising as that may seem. I've dealt with magic beans my whole life."

"Care to elaborate as we leave?" Emma shifted her weight anxiously, "Before the guards find us, preferably."

"I'm afraid to say that exiting the way we entered is out of the picture." Killian strode over to the window, opening the shudder and looking out. "Well, it's high but not as high as the beanstalk was. Have you still got the cuff?"

"I haven't taken it off." Emma admitted, rolling up her leather sleeve to show off the black cuff. "So this works on non-beanstalk climbing then?" She asked hesitantly, joining him at the window. There was quite a drop if it didn't work. Straight down onto a rock laden coast line.

"It'll work, love." Killian gently put his hand on her back, rubbing his fingers over her leather coat. "We'll get you bad to your lad in no time."

"Thank you." Emma smiled up at him. To hell with it, she was going to kiss him again. "Just in case." She rose up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, kissing him with a lot more gusto than she'd expected to let herself. But it was worth it.