I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you…

"A Thousand Years" - Sting

One Dance

"One dance… that's all I'm asking for, Swan."

She eyes him suspiciously and he can't hide his smirk as he sees her fingers twitch in her folded arms, trying so hard to deny the urge to take his extended hand. The wedding reception was in full swing and he could hear Regina's laughter as Robin twirled her around on the dance floor behind him, completely blissful and reveling in the celebration of her nuptials. Emma had stayed put for most of the evening, not wanting to take the spotlight away from the bride. However, the rest of Storybrooke had other plans and descended on her like vultures when she returned to town after a three year absence.

With a new boyfriend in tow, nonetheless.

"One dance."

He nods at her insistence at stopping at just one dance. She slides her hand into his and it fits so perfectly, just like it always has, and she's once again in his arms. He can feel the stares of everyone on the two of them but he doesn't care. He's missed this so much.

He's never going to find another woman like her.

He's just not.

And he realizes that's why he's always kept her at an arm's length. He could see it in her eyes when they first met. He saw the rest of his life. He saw himself loving her for the rest of his life and the inevitability of it all scared the hell out of him. But with her finally back in his arms again, he just had one inclination: to never let her go again.

"I'm in love with you, Emma Swan… I'm in love with you… and I tried not to be. I did everything to fight it… all of those years that we've spent doing this dance of being because we both know that we're meant to be. You know that you belong with me."

She stops, mid-song and mid-dance, and stares at him with half-incredulity and half-wonder. He can see the conflict in her eyes but notices how her grip on him never falters. He almost wants to laugh at the idea of stunning her into silence for once but she eventually finds some semblance of words.

"Killian, I- I have a boyfriend."

"Aye… but I'm saying that you could have a husband."

And the song ends and as promised, he stops, only placing a gentle kiss on the palm of her hand before taking his leave from the reception all together. Ten hours later, after she's dropped off her now ex-boyfriend at the bus station, Emma Swan shows up at Killian Jones' doorstep at Granny's.

They were married at City Hall that day.