They lay in bed as the snow swirled around outside but it's not like they're paying attention to that or anything really. They're too lost in each other for that.
Emma rests her hand lightly on Killian's cheek, watching her fingers slowly run through his five o'clock shadow. She breathes in his scent, all sea and rum and something that is distinctly Killian, as his fingers brush the hair gently behind her shoulder. She's finding that these are her favorite moments: the slow ones, where they don't feel the need to talk, when nothing else exists except the two of them.
Slowly, and she isn't sure who leans first, their lips meet, brushing softly, relaxed and unhurried. His hand on her shoulder slides down to her waist bringing her further into him, eliminating the minuscule space between them. The kiss deepens. She slides her hand through his thick dark hair, something that she had found she had been doing a lot since they had gotten back to their own time. She had never though that she would get to this, this point of intimacy where it was perfectly okay to do that and she planned on taking full advantage.
His lips break from hers, going to the corner of her mouth, her chin, her jaw, before coming to press against her neck, at which point she does something else she thought she would never do, at least not in front of him.
She giggles.
She immediately claps her hand over her mouth as he pulls away, giving her a wry look.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," she answers quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up.
"No. That was something." His lips return to her neck, sucking lightly and this time there is no stopping it. She full on laughs.
"Okay, okay! I'm ticklish there! I always have been!" And it was true. Even when she had been with Neal, she had always made sure that he didn't touch that part. She didn't want him to make fun of her or see her differently. With Killian though, well, he had seen through her from the beginning.
"I knew it!" he laughs pulling away again, "You do realize that I have no choice but to use this to my advantage now."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh I would," he replies mischievously, "You chose a pirate, Swan. Never forget that."
He was right. She had chosen him. And it was the best decision she had ever made.