Killian couldn't believe it worked. True love kiss. There was so much to say. So much to discuss, but before he could open his mouth, Emma's lips were on his. Killian moaned, pulling her closer as he let himself get lost in the kiss.

The last year was hell. Being without her. Now she was in his arms once more, as if she had never left.

"I'm sure there's a reason," Emma said quietly, pulling away. "I'm sure something's gone to shit for you to be back here." She stroked his cheek with his thumb. "Is it anything that can be done in the next 30 minutes?"

Killian shook his head. "No. We have time."

"Good." Emma stood, her hand tight in his. Dragging him to the bedroom. Killian following eagerly behind, as soon as the door closed pushing Killian against the door and kissing him deeply, her hands under his shirt as his hand wrapped in her hair.

"I've missed you so much, Swan." Killian panted against her mouth, leaning down, his arm lifting her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he stumbled to the bed, dropping her on the firm mattress before covering her body with his own.

"I promised myself…" He whispered in her ear as she whimpered below him. "If we were to be together again, I would take my time with you. Show you how much I loved you, how much I missed you." He kissed down her neck.

"Killian." Emma whispered, her hands in his hair, down his back, legs still tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Now I found you again. I am never letting you go." He vowed, hand ripping her shirt, buttons flying everywhere as he kissed and licked down her chest. Pausing when he came to her Bra.

"Not too attached, are you, love?"

Emma shook her head. "Not at all."

"Good." He smirked, with one swipe of his hook the Bra followed her shirt.

"So beautiful." He murmured. Kissing the swell of her breast. Emma moaned softly.

"Killian… Please.." She grabbed his hair desperately.

"What do you need love?" He asked, his hand moving to the top of her jeans

"You. Touching me…" Emma breathed, letting Killians hand slip down to her underwear. Letting herself get lost for a moment before frowning.

"You are also wearing way too many clothes." She said pushing him, firmly up so she could remove his shirt.

"Mom!"

"Shit." Emma scrambled under the covers. "Stay out there Henry!" She shouted.

"But mom I remember!"

"I know me too. Promise me you'll stay out there!" She called. Glaring at Killian who was laughing. "Shut up and grab me a shirt." She growled at him. Killian found a sweater and threw it over. Emma standing back up, making sure she was decent although she was sure her face was bright red from Killains facial hair. She brushed a hand through her hair to make sure she didn't look too wreaked and ran into the living room.

"You should be in school." She told him as he ran and hugged her.

"I know. But I got my memories back! I remember mom! And Neverland and Storybrooke! How did that…" He froze. "Oh… Hi Killian."

"Hello, there lad." Killian smiled. Emma went bright red. Henry was a smart lad, the fact that she had told him not to come into the bedroom, only for both her and Killian to leave moments after. It didn't help that Killian had lipstick on his mouth either.

Henry groaned. "Ew. Didn't need to see that." He whined. "I'll go back to school." Emma grabbed him. Hugging him tightly.

"It's alright. I lost my…" Emma turned her head, glaring at him. "Right. Sorry."

"We need to go back to Storybrooke." Emma said softly.

"Is my mom okay?" Henry asked. Emma glanced over at Killian.

"I... I don't know lad." He said honestly.

"Look, why don't we sit down?" Emma said softly. "I think we have a lot of catching up to do."

So they sat. Emma's hand tightly in Killian's and Henry sitting on the chair. Giving the leather jacket a weird look. "How did…"

"No idea." Emma shrugged. At a loss on how Killian's jacket could end up at their apartment after she had left it in Storybrooke over a year ago.

"So, Storybrookes back?" Henry asked eagerly.

"I… I think so." Killian frowned. "I don't know."

"It is." Emma said "Jack was trying to get me there…" She swallowed. "He has magic, right? He was drugging me? That's why he kept giving me drinks?"

Killian nodded. "I believe he was using a love potion." He said gently. Henry frowned.

" I thought you only need one dose of love potion?"

"Me too," Killian said softly. "However, if he was giving you one a day."

"It must have been for a reason?"

"For some reason, it was wearing off."

"Like when Henry was sick! I was going to end it with him…"

"And you went to break up with him, and drank again."

"And loved him again?" Henry frowned.

"I didn't love him. It was like… I was obsessed with him." Emma remembered the feeling. Like she couldn't get him out of her head.

"Wait! True love!" Henry gasped.

"What?"

"That's how you just broke the memory wipe right? True love kiss? It shouldn't have worked. Mom had no memory of you, so she didn't love you. So kiss shouldn't have worked."

Emma looked blankly at him. While Killian looked a little hurt. "So…"

"So! Part of you must have remembered, that's why it was fighting the love potion, you were already in love!"

"I didn't remember…" Emma froze. "Regina, she couldn't keep my memories of you." She looked at Killian. "But I asked her to keep my feelings."

"That's why you had the Jacket! Why you couldn't sleep without it."

Killian smirked.

"Oh really."

"Not now!" Emma snapped, face flushing scarlet. But it made sense.

"That's why my brain would hurt, and if I tried to think about the past it would be blank. It was fighting my real memories with the fake ones." Emma nodded.

"So… What happened? In the Enchanted Forest?" Henry asked Killian.

"I… I don't really know."

"You don't?"

"It all happened so quickly. We were at the Palace, and suddenly all hell was breaking loose, someone shouting about a curse…" He swallowed. "David… Your father, he gave me a magic bean, telling me that once the curse had taken them…" He frowned. "Travel between worlds would be possible, I just had to get out of range."

"Dad… he saved you?" Emma said slowly. Killian blushed.

"We… We got close, your parents and I." He said quietly. "So I snuck out the back, and got on the Jolly Toger and sailed as far as I could. As soon as the curse was completed I came straight here."

"We need to go." Emma stood.

"Wait." Killian squeezed her hand. "We need to wait."

"Wait? Why are we waiting?"

"Jack wanted you in Storybrooke. He was going to take you there."

"So?"

"So it's a trap. You're needed in Storybrooke, but not to save them. Whoever cast the curse, wants you there to be part of it."

Henry shook his head. "So… So we leave them? Unhappy?"

"No," Emma said strongly. "We don't. But Killian's right we can't go in without a plan. Or we could all be in danger."

"What shall we do?"

"We plan, then we go save our family." Emma decided.

"Is he asleep? Killian asked from the sofa. Emma nodded, although a massive smile on her face.

"He told me he was putting his noise-canceling headphones on." She rolled her eyes.

"Very smart lad."

"I think he doesn't want to be traumatised." She pointed out collapsing next to him.

"I never thanked you. For coming here."

Killian pulled her toward him.

"Did you really think I wouldn't?"

"It's been a year… You could have moved on."

Killian frowned. "I spent the last year in a depressive spiral. Ask anyone I was miserable."

"I wouldn't have blamed you." She countered.

"No, but I was still madly in love with you. I was angry with the world, for taking you away from me when we were just starting. The… The darkness, it was tempting. To go back."

"What stopped you?"

"Your parents."

"My parents?"

"They kept me going. We grieved together." He said softly. "They were convinced we would see you again. Your mother and her hope."

Emma laughed, that's her mother.

"I didn't want to risk falling into the darkness and losing you again. You, Emma. You were my candle in the darkness."

Emma's heart burst. She felt so…

"I'm sorry." She breathed. "I'm so sorry."

Killian frowned. "What on earth for?"

"I didn't remember you. You've had a horrible year, and I didn't remember you." She mumbled guiltily.

Killian took her face in his hands.

"Swan. You did. You might not have remembered you loved Killian Jones, but you knew. Deep down, that someone loved you. And you loved them. That is more than I could have asked for."

Emma nodded. "I love you." She breathed, moving forward to kiss him.

"I love you too." He smiled into the kiss. Letting out a laugh against her lips.

"What?" Emma pulled away.

"I thought your lips were addictive before, I've been in withdrawal for over a year." He mumbled, pulling her to his lips again. Emma giggled and shifted, climbing onto his lap and kissing back leisurely.

"We have all the time we need." She breathed. "No interruptions. Shall we make the most of it?"

"Definitely love." His eyes bored into hers.

The past times they had kissed, there had always been a sense of urgency. But now they kissed slowly, pouring all of the feelings of their lost year forward as they grasped each other tightly. A kiss of discovery, Killian discovered if he lightly nipped Emma's bottom lip, she let out a breathy moan and tightened his grip on his hair, and Emma discovered if she gently pulled on Killian's hair, his hips would jerk up to hers. It only took minutes before they were panting in each other's mouths, determined to make it last but wanting more than anything to rip each other's clothes off. Killian finally pulled away. Holding his hand out.

"Bedroom?" He breathed. Emma's eyes darkened, nodding as she took his hand.