Killian had never seen Emma so nervous as she looked now, with his heart in her hands, trying to figure out how to put it back in his chest. She shifted from foot to foot and stared at it, then at him, then back at the heart. He grinned in exictement, being as eager as he could be having been deprived of his heart this long. Not having such a key organ in his body was very confusing. He still felt things, but only just barely. It was like he was at the bottom of a lake; everything was muffled and hollow. He couldn't wait to have a full emotional range again. That, and Emma's sheer uncertainty was so cute that he couldn't help smiling. Though it did seem to be prohibiting her from doing anything. Maybe a little nudge...humorous...yes, that would help. He cocked one eyebrow, then his other.

"Just be gent-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Emma pinched her lips together and there was a jolting sensation in his chest, as if it had just been whacked with a metal bar. He grunted and clenched his jaw against the pain. But that was only momentary, replaced instantly by a flood of relief, amusement, shock, and most of all love. He loved Emma so much and it was so overwhelming after being without it for so long that he couldn't help surging forward and kissing her, hard. Pressing himself against her, he forced her back and against the wall. He held her head steady with his hand as she returned everything he had with everything she had. Her hands ran over his back and chest, amplifying his awareness of her and shutting off his awareness of the rest of the world. It was pure, raw release for the both of them, and Killian could barely think over the pounding in his ears. For a few moments, he surrendered completely. Then he grew reaccustomed to his emotions and the minute part of his mind that was still rational reminded him that there were people expecting him and Emma to return.

"Bloody party." he growled mentally, and slowly pulled away from Emma. She was still as invested as he was, though, and apparently without the clearheaded voice. As he backed away, she leaned forward and kissed him again. He returned it gladly, but was more insistant next time. She got the message, though she still tried once more to press her lips to his. When he maintained the space, she stopped. Despite the waiting party-goers, Killian couldn't make himself release her entirely, pressing his forehead to hers. But when the urge to kiss her was just too strong, he whispered, "I told you Swan." He wanted to look her in the eyes when he finished, so he pulled back just enough to do so and murmured, "I'm a survivor."

The look in her eyes and her loving smile were more than worth it.