"I told you, Swan. I'm a survivor."
He was right, he had survived against impossible odds and he didn't even need her this time. Emma smiled and leaned her head back against the wall. She met his eyes and let herself enjoy the moment. They won.
"It looks like you have one hell of a story to tell me," she said, raising her eyebrow but continuing to smile at him.
"Aye," he replied. "And quite a story it is. I'm afraid it's one I'm ashamed to tell."
She frowned and put both hands on the side of his face. "Well, we have all the time in the world, don't we?"
She pulled him in for another kiss and savored the way he was kissing her now that he had his heart back where it belonged. She couldn't quite describe what was different about it but she could feel the difference all the way down to her toes. His arms went around her and pulled her against him. Her own hands circled his waist and she could feel the lean muscle underneath the layers of leather.
His room is right upstairs, she thought. We could be quick and no one would notice I'm gone.
As if he sensed her thoughts (maybe the small moan that gave her away) Killian's mouth left hers and traveled to her throat. Emma sighed with pleasure and she could feel his arousal pressing against her. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his waistcoat and she wanted nothing more than to let the town be someone else's problem for a while.
"It's about time, you two," Granny said and Emma and Killian froze. His tongue stopped doing that thing to her neck that was driving her crazy.
Granny walked by them without saying another word but the moment had passed. Emma was suddenly all too aware of how little privacy they actually had. Killian sighed and took a small step back. He grinned at her and gave her a tender kiss on the lips.
"I apologize, Swan," Killian absently played with a lock of her hair. "With my heart returned I found it impossible to resist your charms."
"Likewise," she said. "Look, I do want to hear what you have to tell me and I'm getting the feeling that there is something you are afraid to tell me but Killian," she placed both hands on his shoulders and waited for him to look her in the eye, "I want you to know you can tell me everything."
He gave her a small smile. "How much time do you have?"
"All the time you need … just not right now," she said. "I know this sounds crazy but I am going to go check on Regina." She tilted her head almost apologetically.
Killian just chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked, poking him lightly in the ribs.
"Just that you seem to have a knack with reformed villains, love," Killian smiled at her and took a step in closer. He pulled her against him again and whispered into her ear, "I want nothing more than to take you upstairs and show you how grateful I am that you returned my heart."
His mouth moved to her neck and he slowly kissed a trail to her collarbone. Emma could feel the desire quickly returning. Who cares how crowded the diner would be? They are adults and they can –
Abruptly Killian stopped what he was doing and took a step back. "But as much as I want us to be together in every sense, you're not just the Savior but the sheriff, too and you have plenty of work to do."
"Together? We're together now?"
"Oh, indeed we are." He raised his eyebrows and grinned at her.
She smiled at him and leaned in for one more kiss. "I've never been one for labels but 'together' I can handle."
"You know where to find me if you … need anything," he said as he gave her that sly smile.
Emma smiled back at him and wondered how much time they would get before the next crisis hit. She hoped they had time for plenty of quiet moments.