"This is my favorite place, of all the places we've ever been together," Killian told her. He was on his back, left arm behind his head, right arm around her.
"What do you mean? Places we've been together, or places we've… been together?" Emma asked coyly. She was gathered in his arm, where he held her tightly against him. Resting atop the sheets in bed, legs intertwined they were enjoying the afterglow of an evening alone.
He chuckled at her cheekiness. "Every place we've… been together is my favorite darling." He kissed her temple. But in all seriousness Swan, of every location we've been to, right here in our home is my very favorite."
"I'm not sure I've ever thought about it. I love being with you no matter where we are. It's not as though we've really vacationed or honeymooned, so there really aren't a ton of options."
"On the contrary, shall we start from the top?" he asked smugly, as though he'd already proven her wrong.
"Ok, enlighten me," she grinned at him as she carded her finger through the hair on his chest.
"Well, we met in the Enchanted Forest, we climbed a beanstalk, we ended up back here in Storybrooke. That is three so far. We travelled to Neverland, I came to New York to find you, that's five. We've journeyed aboard the Jolly several times, then we were written into Isaac's version of reality, and let's not forget Camelot, that's eight. Then of course you rescued me from the Underworld. If we count my old place at Granny's and the different places we landed in time and place of the Enchanted Forest we've almost reached a dozen, love."
"We would've reached a dozen if I'd been invited travel on the Atlantis with you, or Agrabah, or even the land of untold stories. I guess you just enjoy adventuring without me sometimes," she joked.
"You wound me Swan, will you not let a man be more than his mistakes?"
"Oh quit being so dramatic, you know I'm joking with you." She leaned over and kissed him as a reassurance.
Killian kissed her lovingly, knowing she'd fully forgiven him, but still feeling the need to atone. He pulled her fully on top of him, and encircled her body with both arms. "Aye, I know. So where is your favorite, love?"
"Before I tell you, I want to know why here in our home is your favorite."
"Aside from the obvious reasons-"
"I want them all-," she interrupted.
"Demanding this evening, Mrs. Jones. Alright then, obviously it is where you, Henry, and I call home. It is where our family was born, and will hopefully continue to flourish. It's the first place my heart has felt contented in over a century."
She stopped him there, interrupting to kiss him again. "This is my favorite place too, for similar reasons, and one more."
"And what's that?"
"It is the first place that has ever felt like an actual home. I lived in orphanages, group shelters, and houses growing up, home was a myth. Then I met Henry, then you, and you both became my home. Once you picked this house for us, this became the first place I willingly shared with loved ones. We made this home, you, me and Henry."
Killian flipped her to her back, "Emma," he whispered, running a hand through her golden hair, sweeping it away from her face so he could admire her beauty. "I love you."
"I love you, Killian," she pecked his lips, "sorry I interrupted you. She grinned sheepishly at him, "You know me, if I don't blurt it out I end up saying it wrong or not at all."
Killian chuckled at his wife. He didn't mind at all, especially when it came to these private discussions they shared in bed. It's where some of their most important conversations took place. "No apologies," he murmured pulling her mouth to his.
Emma broke away panting a little as they'd started to get a little heated, "Wait, you still have to tell me your other reason."
"My last reason isn't as happy as the rest," he said, searching her eyes to gauge if it was okay for him to continue.
"Tell me anyways, I want to know," she assured him. Her eyes were bright as she waited for him to speak.
"You have seen me at my very worst here, Emma. I made several bad choices here in this home that affected you, and you still chose to see the best in me. You loved me through the darkness, through mistakes from my past, and through some old habits of self destructive behavior. All of that happened here, and that is why my favorite place you and I have ever been together, is our home."
"Killian," she whispered, "the same thing can be said for me. I haven't made the greatest decisions either, and you've always chosen me."
They rested their foreheads together, letting the unspoken love and apologies flow between them. The time for talking was over as they physically showed each other everything they felt in light of this newest discussion.