A/N: This is for my cssv jasminenightshade. It's based on the song Armor by Landon Austin.
Majorly concussed, please forgive me if this is awful.
Summary: Future-ish!fic After a huge fight, Emma and Killian both let down all their walls and let each other in.
"There is never going to be a good time for us in this god damned town, Emma! Take a chance for Gods sake!" Killian shouted, leaning against the kitchen island in his first apartment in Storybrooke. He'd moved in two weeks prior after much convincing from Henry, ('Mom worries about you living in Granny's for the rest of your life,')
"Maybe it's the world telling us we shouldn't, Killian! Ever think of that?" Emma shouts back, slamming the front door behind her. Not a single part of her feels bad for disturbing his neighbors in the middle of the night. Scarlet can shove it if he thinks shouting and banging on the wall will stop this fight.
"You can't be serious, Love." Killian deadpans, giving her a look that makes her want to hurl her keys at his head.
"I am, you thick headed Pirate!" Emma yells, stripping her leather jacket off and throwing it into the chair like it had offended her. "You aren't always right, you know." She says quietly, practically daring him to fight back.
"So because the Crocodile is attacking the town for the upteenth time, we're suddenly not in love anymore? I think that's bull. You're terrified, Swan. Just bloody admit it!" Killian shouted, reaching into his jacket for his flask. After taking a long drink he silently offers some to Emma who takes it despite her anger.
"I don't know, okay? Unlike you, I haven't had three hundred years to work out my problems!" She said, exasperated. The burn of the rum down her throat brought her a wave of calm. Maybe she did have a little pirate in her.
"You think I have all my problems worked out, Swan? I've only recently stopped attempting to kill the Crocodile for selfish purposes, I get drunk every single year on the day my brother died, last month I nearly set a god damned tree on fire." Killian said, deadly calm.
A threatening silence swept over the apartment, as Killian stared down his savior. She was everything to him. His calm before the storm, his wind to carry him across the seas, his compass to guide him home. All he ever hopes is that he is the same for her.
And he is. But she doubts she'd be able to admit that.
"Let me in, Swan. Just for one night, let down that wall. I love you, Emma. I would never hurt you," Killian said, his voice was raw as he approached Emma slowly, as if she were ready to run.
He was inches away now, and she was breathing hard. Part of her was panicking as her walls came crashing down around her.
Just for tonight. Just for him.
"They all gave me up, Killian. Every last one of them. Even my own parents. How am I supposed to trust that you won't, too?" She breathed, avoiding looking into his blue eyes that stared at her with such… Fire.
"Why would I ever give up such a princess like you?"