Emma snuggled further against Killian's chest, dragging his arm across her bare waist, their entwined hands pressed against her heart as she gently kissed his knuckles. She hummed deep in her throat as he butterfly kissed his way from her shoulder to her neck, his stubble scratching her lightly. She sighed in contentment, tilting her head to the side, giving him more access.

"Oh, how I've missed this," he rasped, nuzzling the back of her neck, his lips sucking a slight mark there.

"Mmhmm," she agreed, her back arching as his hand reached to teasingly fondle her breast.

"Swan," he began, pulling her back against him roughly, his hips in line with hers. "You know how much I love you?" he flipped them over, towering over her, his hand grasping hers as her legs lifted to wrap around his hip. "Do you?" he repeated, punctuating the question with a teasing thrust against her center, making her moan, only making me more smug.

When he got no answer, his brows furrowed, noticing a pattern. "Emma, is something wrong?" he asked, his hand cupping her cheek.

She shook her head, pushing him closer with her heels on his ass, making him grunt, knowing she was trying to deflect. He pulled away reluctantly, falling next to her with a huff, sheets pooled low on his hips. She turned on her side, shooting him a frustrated glare.

"You haven't said a word since we came back, darling," he murmured, the crease returning, making her frown too. "What is it?"

She looked away from his searching gaze, her hand resting against his chest, feeling his half of her heart beat in time with hers. The trip to the Underworld had been the most harrowing journey of her life, both emotionally and physically. She'd almost lost hope of ever getting him back, and even now, being with him, in their bed, in their home - one he promised where they'd make new, better memories to replace all the painful ones - all of this, it just -

"It feels like a dream," she whispered finally, her hand playing with the charms around his neck. "This - you - it all feels like a dream, a really good dream. I was just afraid that if I speak, it will shatter the bubble and that I'd wake up and find out-" she blinked back tears, pressing closer to him, her ear against his chest now, listening to the reassuring thumps, telling her he was alive, he was real. "-find out it was all a lie. I didn't think I could - I've lost you too many times to-"

"Hey," he cut her off, grabbing her chin and making her look at him, his hand pressing her hand to his chest instead. "I'm right here. I assure you, this is no dream. This is real - it's your reality, Emma Swan," he grinned, brushing a stray tear away, rubbing his nose against hers playfully. "You finally got your happy ending."

She laughed through her tears, "Yes, a pirate in my bed is exactly the kind of happy ending I was hoping for," she grinned, pressing her lips to his sloppily, unable to stop smiling now, as reality set in.

"Mmm, you better mean this pirate, love. Wouldn't want to disappoint all the unlucky lads who come a-knocking," he smirked, pulling her closer with playful possessiveness.

"Oh, you are so sure that you're the one for me, pirate?" she sassed, looking up at him through her lashes.

He laughed at her faux-coy expression, the sound throaty and warmth, inducing her own chuckles. His face softened into something more adoring and less teasing, the corners of his eyes crinkling by how wide he was smiling. "I know I'm the only one for you, Swan. Just as you are for me," he vowed, toying with the braided ring on her finger, his gaze holding her, promising a future that she now believes in.

"Good thing I agreed to marry you, then," she smirked, kissing him deeply.

"More like demanded I marry you," he mumbled against her lips, earning him a smack.