Three little words
"Just say it, love."
"I can't!" Emma cried out, a hint of panic in her voice, her chest getting tighter at the thought. Killian smirked at her.
"You're being quite ridiculous; it's just three little words." He licked his lips before moving his head closer, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You're not helping right now." She breathed heavily through her nose but she wouldn't back away from him when he was already asking her for some of her pride; she wasn't going to give him any more than she had to.
"Oh, is that so?" he mused; he lifted his hook to brush it against her jawline and the cold – or so she told herself because she refused to give him the satisfaction – made her shudder. "You know you want to say it."
"I really don't," she whispered; even though she had closed her eyes when he had touched her with his hook – a pleasure she quite enjoyed when he wasn't being obnoxious – she could sense his smile because he knew he had won.
"So… ?" he trailed off, waiting for her to speak.
She sighed loudly. "Fine, I'll say it. You are right. THERE, are you happy?"
He grinned as a child let loose in a candy store, so she couldn't help but smile too.
"Immensely," he told her as he pulled her in for a soft kiss, and Emma felt that maybe giving up some of her pride now and then weren't so bad if this was what she got in return.