Honestly, I have no idea where this came from, but I really needed to write something so fluffy. Rated M because, well, smuff.

It's days like this that they don't want to go out and lose the comfort of the simple things. Days when

rain

droplets tap against the window and create a sweet melody that accompanies their every move. Days when they can snuggle in the couch in front of the fireplace just listening to the soft crackling of the firewood burning and feel the warmth slowly seep in. Days when she only wears his shirt, so big on her that it reaches a spot a few inches down her thighs, and she can smell the warm scent of spice and Killian sinking into her skin. Days when he only wears his new sweatpants she bought him and lets her enjoy the view of his perfectly lean muscles as he walks around. Killian wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles in Emma's golden hair as she pours hot chocolate in two mugs, topping it with a soft whipped cream foam, which lightly melts when it meets the hot liquid and sprinkling generous dashes of cinnamon on top.

She shivers when he doesn't grant her the space to move, hand and hook resting at both sides next to her on the counter. She simply turns around and gives him a bright grin before she opens her mouth, the can of whipped cream approaching and then spraying a little heap of whipped cream, which she savors slowly. She shuffles forward and then her hands are cradling Killian's face, thumbs caressing his cheeks and she brushes her lips against his, feeling his breath hitching when she does. She tastes sweet from the cream and spicy from all the cinnamon and he can't help tugging her closer, getting better access as his tongue finds hers and a slight moan reverberates from her chest.

It's all about the quiet moments and this is a quiet moment, a single word replaying in Emma's mind as Killian raises her in his arms and gently places her on the kitchen table, his lips still against hers, sucking at her lower lip and worrying it between his teeth.

Mine.

Because he is hers and he always has been. She just didn't see it at first, or just didn't want to see it; but her walls are down now and all she can think about is how his hand is playing with the ends of her hair and his hook is gently resting against the small of her back. She finds that she can't imagine her life without him anymore, waking up in an empty bed without his strong arms around her and the warmth of his body pressing against hers, strolling outside without his fingers laced with hers, fighting villains without his stupid attempts to protect her despite the fact that he usually creates bigger mess this way. He has become such a big part of her life and she knows how dangerous this is, but she can't bring herself to care anymore.

She slowly pulls away first, resting her forehead against his, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she mutters something about the cocoa getting cold and she hears his muffled chuckle as his eyes flutter open, too blue orbs staring into hers. Sometimes she doesn't even know what she did to deserve the way he looks at her, the deep love every intense gaze and burning touch illustrate. She twines her fingers with his, her other hand curling around the curve of his hook as her gaze locks with his. Her lips curl up in a small grin to mimic his and her heart stutters in her chest for a moment.

"I love you." She whispers, her eyes genuine as she speaks and she is surprised by Killian's incredulous look when she tells him. He stands still for a moment, as if he can't believe he heard right and then his hand is snaking up to her chin, slightly pulling it upwards as he shifts even closer.

"Say it again." He whispers and her heart begins a broken staccato in her chest, as she takes in the pure happiness drawn on his face, like he has been living all his life to hear these three little words fall from her lips and she can't stand it. It is too much and all the emotions are drowning her, because how can he be real?

"I love you." She repeats and his lips are back against hers, his hand moving to the hem of her-his- shirt and pulling it higher, over her head, letting it fall on the floor beside them. A shiver runs down her spine as she feels the cold of the kitchen in her flesh and then the hair of his chest against her bare skin. She needs him, her calmness giving in to a hungry craving she can see mirrored in his eyes, turning darker and darker as heat pools low in her belly and all she can do is wrap her legs around his waist and thrust her hips against his, finding him incredibly hard beneath the soft material of his sweatpants.

His mouth is trailing a wet path down her neck, settling between the swell of her breasts, her back arching toward him and-fuck-slow can wait because right now she needs and she can't wait anymore, can't stand the way he teases her, a deep growl coming out of her.

"Killian…" she whimpers and she takes advantage of the slight movement he makes to look up at her to pull him up as her hands move to his pants and impatiently draw them down. Her motions still falter a little when he buries himself in her and it feels too much and not enough at the same time. He lays her flat on the table, his warm body covering hers and protecting her from the increasingly cold temperature of the house as she meets every deep thrust of his hips into hers.

His eyes are burning into hers and she can see how much he needed to hear her finally express how she felt about him. The intimacy doesn't scare her anymore, nor did it ever when it came to Killian, because Emma actually began to search for it every time they were together and it became something she couldn't stand to live without. It doesn't take too long for her to lose control, her sight blurring as she arches her back and hips up and she almost lifts off the table as her walls clench around him and she comes hard, taking him along with her, their moans ripping the silence of the empty house and the sound of the rain against the window.

"I've always loved you, Emma." Killian has collapsed on top of her when she hears him mumble the words into her shoulder and her breath is still unsteady, but she finds the strength to huff a small chuckle. She never believed in happiness and finding a true connection, but she found it and it all seems too good to be true, but it is and the bliss of knowing that is priceless.

They somehow manage to slip their few clothes on and Emma somehow manages to warm their mugs of actually cold cocoa in the microwave, before they end up in the couch again, under a big cocoon of blankets, staring at what is left of the fire. She is enclosed in Killian's cozy embrace, sipping at her hot chocolate when she feels him press a feather-light kiss in the crown of her head and she can swear in this moment that she has never felt more loved and cherished in her life.

—Fin