The whole of Storybrooke had been home in the Enchanted Forest and other lands for a while, after their righting of the untold stories and finding ways to return them to their rightful areas, lands and realms. Emma had left the castle to find a familiar route to a tree that had long since been cut down. She traced her fingers around the rings in the tree stump, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. The tree had been so important in the meeting of her parents, well the first and original time – not so much the time herself and her dashing pirate had almost wiped out her existence. She knew he was standing behind her before he made a noise; she always knew when he was near.
"What are you doing out here, Pirate?" She purred turning to face him.
His eyes danced in the dimming sunlight, a blue that always mesmerised her and made her heart flutter. He walked closer to her and outstretched his hand, she took it in hers and smiled at the familiar calluses and feeling that passed between them when they held hands.
"Looking for you, Swan." He purred back.
He pulled her closer to him and she grinned up at him. Encircled in his arms she felt safe and loved, feelings she had fought for her whole life to feel and hold onto. He bent down to place a kiss on her forehead and she sighed softly and contently. They stood hugging for a while, both just enjoying each other's embraces.
Emma looked up at Killian and she found him looking back at her – a smile stretched on his handsome face. She rubbed her thumb across the stubble peppering his chin and jaw. She leaned up on her toes and placed a soft and delicate kiss on his lips. A hum rumbled through him in response to the kiss and he pulled her flush against his chest and kissed her jawline nibbling softly, a laugh reverberated out of her and into the surrounding forest.
"You look gorgeous in that gown." He whispered close to her ear, the feeling sending tingles down her spine.
"Thank you." She murmured.
They'd been having a ball in honour of the return of the King, Queen, Princess and Prince of the Enchanted Forest and the reconstruction of the lands around them. So much of their land had been destroyed in the creation of Storybrooke after the Curse had struck and it had taken them a long while to rebuild and replenish their land as well as ridding it of the ogres and other horrors trying to thrive and live in their home lands. It had been gruelling but worthwhile to be able to live in the land she had been born in, the part of her that had felt lost for so long at peace being in a land of magic and fairy-tales.
The occasion had called for a gown and she hadn't objected. She had pulled out a gown from her wardrobe and adorned it, it was a white with golden accents and hugged every inch of her body in a flattering way. Her hair had been left to cascade down her back in its natural waves only pinned at the sides to ensure her face which had been made up in colours to match the gown showed.
"Dance with me." He asked.
She nodded and they began to twirl, spin and turn together. Their steps and whirls aligned with the sounds of their hearts, which as she placed a hand on his chest she found to be in sync with her own. Matched in all ways, herself and her magnificently fierce pirate. The embodiment of True love and her own happily ever after. They danced together as the sun lowered on the horizon, on a spot that long ago had been the start of her parent's adventures and for the pirate that held the princess the start of a relationship that was now all encompassing and wonderful.
Eventually they broke apart, slightly breathless but both in a daze and happy together. Emma took Killian's hand and they walked together back towards the castle and the family they had obtained for themselves.
