Gosh I never get around to posting anything anymore.
I TRULY LOVE fanfic! I really do, I read it nearly everyday. I have this problem, which I'm sure I'm not the only one who encounters this, where I have so much trouble putting what I see in my mind down on paper (or screen... whatever). The words just never come right and I usually end up getting frustrated and don't post anything. Well, here is a little baby bit I wrote back in 5A. I had planned for more with this but I came across it the other day and 1) I have NO idea how I would have continued it, and 2) I kind of like where it ended up. So I'm posting it. I'd love feedback, any kind truly, but overall I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Once Upon A Time. Only in my dreams.
They kissed for a good long time. Long enough for the many rings on his fingers to become hopelessly tangled in her hair. Long enough for his namesake to have punctured, not one, but two holes in her gown in his haste to hold her close. Long enough for her to know that where the ghost of Rumpelstiltskin brought her mind chaos, Killian Jones brought her peace.
He brought her hope.
And in their sanctuary of Middlemist flowers Emma Swan felt love. His love and her love grow and bloom inside her chest and it was the warmest and lightest and the most free she had felt since she took on the darkness. She felt tied to nothing, no curse and no dagger. Only bound to this man who could out ride her demons and carry her to safe pasture.
Literally.
They paused, both panting and lightheaded. Killian swayed ever closer, resting their foreheads together as they fight their breath.
"A man could live off of kissing you Swan." He smiled, moving his hand to cup her cheek. "I hope to be the last one to learn that fact." Her eyes opened and lifted to lock with his
"I meant what I said. What I told you, before we left Storybrooke..." Her grip tightened on his shoulder.
"Say it again Emma." It was barely a whisper, scarcely a breath against her lips and it struck her again how patient and loving and selfless her self-proclaimed pirate truly was. He never once pushed her for more than she could, or was willing, to give. Their relationship was on her terms, and he accepted her decisions with unwavering dedication. He was always honest, sometimes brutally so, but his interest was first and foremost her heart. Not for himself, but that she would always know and never fear that he would keep it safe.
Keep her safe.
Which is why she had no trouble telling him again.
"I love you." She kissed him soundly.
And again. And again and again.
Between whispered kisses or a soft caress. "I love you. I love you. Killian Jones, I. love. you."
"And you, my dear Swan, have held my heart far longer than you would believe. I've waited so long to tell you, but I was so afraid what you might do when you heard it. So believe me Emma Swan when I tell you that I am so irrevocably in love with you. I love you and I will never stop fighting for you, fighting beside you, against anything that stands in your way."
"In our way." Emma linked their fingers together between the flower in her hand. "You did say we make a pretty good team."
"Aye love, and I don't plan on letting anything change that."