Le prompt: Ik it's been a rly long time but could you write something about 4x02 and the ice cave scene with CS
Killian had been worried. He had been worried every second. Somehow it always happened so fast. Everything was alright one minute; their smiles teasing and tone flirty. And then suddenly Emma was on the verge of dying, her body shutting down because of the frost and he wasn't able to reach her.
Killian wanted to believe that the ice lady had no malevolent intentions, that she was simply scared and that her powers were spiraling out of control, but with Emma's life at stake, there were no risks to be taken.
They ran across town, from the border to the crocodile's shop, from the shop to the butcher's. There was no time to catch their breath when time was of the essence. So they ran. For Emma. To save her because nor Killian, nor David was not about to lose someone so important to them.
It seemed a feeble plan; a magic shepherd's crook to locate Elsa's sister to trigger her ice melting magic and free Emma. What else could they do, however?
The seconds after David delivered the message seemed to take longer than all of his centuries combined.
It started with a sound, a whisper of wind finding his ears, then the tingling followed, like a glass that shattered. The snowflakes stormed around, creating a vortex that eroded the block of ice separating Emma and him. Killian ducked, peering through the growing hole looking for her face. Her name escaped from his lips as he saw her struggling towards them.
Killian grabbed her, immediately pulled her into his arms. It was a selfish act considering that Emma's father was standing besides him, but in that moment he needed to be sure she was alright; only her heart beating fiercely in her chest could do that, only her breath on his skin, only her slightly chilled arms around him. When Emma nodded to answer his question, the relief befell to calm him down. Emma was here and she was all right.
David had said something about getting her home right before Killian felt Emma's embrace, so Killian lifted her off her weak legs, slowly taking steps away from the slippery and cold wall. He carried her towards the car and sat besides her on the way back to the loft. She nuzzled into his warmth and made Killian smile.
It surprised him when she let him hold her in the presence of her family, when she braided their hands together to get even closer to him. The events of today must have influenced Emma as well. Even though Killian couldn't actually see the walls protecting her, he sensed that they had lowered; their height being lessened and the materials of the stones being softened.
Emma was still shivering, her teeth softly clattering; Killian came a bit closer and rubbed his hand over her back. Three blankets surrounded her and the heater was blowing warm air towards them. Emma's mother walked in, face confused about the newcomer in their house. David explained it, giving some speech about family and hope. Killian couldn't seem to pay attention, not when Emma was here, in his arms. His eyes could only focus on her.
When was the last time he had held someone? Truly held someone? Without that familiar drunken haze. Without the lust chasing them, but with only love lingering around.
It was an easy answer. A long time ago.
Milah.
Since her death, since she was taken from him no one had held the fearsome Captain Hook like Emma was cuddling him now.
It was an amazing feeling. A feeling that finally had found its way back to Killian. Holding the woman you love was like returning to a place you hadn't been for ages. But it still looked the same and you could swear that the scent had not changed. The atmosphere of it all was identical and so was the emotion accompanying it.
Holding the woman that you love was like returning home and to finally be at peace. Killian was sure of it; he was not giving this feeling up, not for the next century or two.