****What have I done! (This is my first ever Fanfic I'v posted here…so play nice)
Neal awoke to find himself in a pit of darkness. "Where the hell am I?" He spoke groggily, trying to recall the last thing that happen to him. All of a sudden a puff of faded purple smoke appeared in front of him. "Well sweet child it seems you are in the afterlife." a older woman smoke from inside the clearing smoke. "The after life? But that mean i'm….." he trailed off unable to cope with the words he was about to utter. "Dead" The woman replied in a nonchalant tone. "But don't be discouraged my dear Belfire, for with your help I may just be able to get us back to your precious Swan." She approached Neal with the regalness of a queen. 'Who was she?' Neal pondered to himself. As if she could read his mind she spoke once again. "My name is Cora, and you are going to help me."
"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!" Neal exclaimed, appalled at even the thought of what she had requested of him. "It is but a kiss you foolish boy! No need to become sheepish it will only keep you from your loved ones for longer, Belfire." Her words only fueling his anger. "IT'S NEAL! And speaking of my loved ones, how do you know Emma? Did she kill you? Is she the reason you are here? What makes you think I would trust you enough to let you ANYWHERE near my-" He was cut off when a puff of the same purple smoke from earlier appeared at his mouth but this time all he felt were the cold lips of the older woman he was just yelling at.
She was attacking his mouth now in what could only be described as the most disturbing kiss of his life. He could feel her cold and lifeless lips moving against his and it made him shudder in disgust. All of a sudden it changed the more she kissed him the more her lips softened and warmed. He began to picture the last lips he had felt like this. Emma. God he missed her. The way her lips felt on his, the way they fit so perfectly together. He could only imagine her as he was kissing the witch. Picturing his Ems in his arms, wrapped in her love. Cora then swiped her tongue over Neals lip. He wove his hand in her hair and pulled her to him and he opened his mouth to allow there tongues to meet in an all consuming battle. She moved her arms up his chest to wrap around his neck as his other hand moved around her waist to bring her closer. They stayed like this for what seemed like eternity and given where the were it could have very well been.
The next thing he Neal remembered happening was being whisked away by some sort of magical portal.