White Picket Fence Life
CS Genre: Deleted scene from 5x4
"Rumplestiltskin; he's gone," Emma said in wonder, looking around to see nothing but a field of gorgeous pink flowers and the love of her life standing before her, smiling gently.
"I hoped he might be," Killian said. "By trusting me with your burden, you've left no room for him in that head of yours."
A wave of pure love crashed over Emma as she looked up at him. He knew, he'd always known, what she needed most. He'd said it all those months ago when he'd found her in New York, but it was every bit as true today. He knew her better than she knew herself. And not only that, he knew what she needed most, and would move heaven and earth to give it to her.
What she ever did to deserve this man who would stick by her side no matter what, she didn't know, but she'd thank the gods every day of her life for letting her fall through that portal that led her to find the "blacksmith" under all those bodies in Mulan and Aurora's safe haven.
"Well, now that we're alone…" Emma said, stepping forward, invading his space.
He smiled at her as she stood on her tip toes and kissed him with all the pent-up love inside. It took less than a heartbeat for the kiss to become heated, Killian taking her lead and meeting her kiss for kiss, giving and taking in equal measure. Every sensation was heightened here in this idyllic field. The gentle rush of the spring breeze against their rapidly heating skin, the sound of a bird trilling in the distance, Killian's spicy, masculine scent surrounding her, the feel of his mouth opening above hers as he deepened the kiss.
It was overwhelming, a pleasure so intense it was almost pain. They'd yet to consummate their relationship, both determined to take things slow, both realizing that when they did come together it would be more than just a sating of their physical hunger; it would be two halves of one heart giving everything within them to the other, yet somehow this kiss, here in paradise, felt more intimate than anything she'd done with any man in her past.
Every wall was down; she trusted him, loved him, with every fiber of her being.
If it wasn't for the darkness within, she would have had her way with him right there in the Middlemist field.
But that was the problem. The darkness was still there inside her, pulsing within her like an ugly, repulsive thing. Though Killian had helped her banish it for the moment, she knew it was still there, and she didn't want the first time they made love to be a union of her, Killian and the darkness. Rumple was not welcome to that milestone in their relationship.
Emma reluctantly broke their kiss, reveling in the adoring, slightly wrecked way he looked at her, and then she rested her forehead against his.
"Thank you," she said simply.
Killian chuckled, and they were still so close she could feel the rumblings of it from where she rested her hand against the exposed skin of his chest. "You've already said that, my love."
Emma grinned. "True, but it bears repeating. Bringing me out here like this…I think you've saved my sanity. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Killian pulled away just far enough to look down at her. He brought his good hand up to cup her face and let his thumb gently caress her cheek. "Swan, you'll never have to find out."
"Good."
And with that, Emma leaned forward and kissed him once again.
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They lay against the ground, Middlemist flowers surrounding them with beauty and a fragrance so sweet, he'd never smelled the like. Killian couldn't say when they'd laid down, who'd pulled the other with them. Kissing Emma Swan was like a drug. It was all consuming. It transported him beyond himself into a place where it was just them, just her soft skin, her delicate scent, her gorgeous mouth.
He'd never known it was possible to love like this.
Finally, with a groan, Killian broke the kiss. Emma chased his lips, and it took a superhuman strength to pull back further.
"I think I ought to stop while I still can, love," he said breathlessly.
She whined. "Don't want to."
Killian chuckled before sitting up and offering her a hand to do the same. "Believe me, Swan, neither do I, but when I make you mine, I want it to be right. I want it to be after we've succeeded in freeing you from the darkness."
Emma sighed and laid her head against his shoulder. Killian immediately wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her to him.
"You're right, Killian," she said. "I know it's not the right time, but it's so peaceful out here. Just you and me and the flowers. I could almost forget that I have the darkness in me. But if I look down deep, I do still feel it. It's just…muted…when I'm with you."
Killian kissed the top of her head. "Then I shall never leave your side."
"I'll take you up on that."
They fell into a comfortable silence, simply holding each other, taking comfort from each other, but Killian knew it couldn't last forever. There were several worried people back at the castle who would want to know that Emma was okay.
"I suppose we'd best be heading back," Killian said reluctantly.
Emma tightened her hold on him. "Can't we just stay and talk for a while?" she asked. "I know we need to go back, but I haven't felt peace like this since…well probably since before Gold's demented alternate universe."
Killian leaned down and kissed her gently. "Aye, if it's what you wish. What would you like to talk about?"
Emma absently played with the buttons on his coat. "How about that white picket fence life you promised me?"
Killian chuckled. "I must admit, love, I've no bloody clue what that is, but if you wish to discuss it, I'm at your service."
Emma laughed with him. "It's like…the American dream, you know? Being together, having a house, a yard, maybe a family, a dog. That sort of thing. Is that something you would want with me?"
Killian pictured it in his mind, a big house, Emma at his side, her belly swollen with their child, their wee lass with golden curls and laughing blue eyes on the floor playing with the dog. It would be heaven.
"Swan, there is nothing I would like more than to have this white picket fence life with you. Tell me, what would you like our future to look like?"
Emma thought for a moment. "We should have a big house. Two stories at least, with a basement. A big front porch and turrets. I don't know why, but when I picture my dream house I always see turrets. Maybe kind of an open floor plan on the main floor with the kitchen opening out into the living room. A good four or five bedrooms upstairs."
"Aye?" Killian asked, caressing her arm. "And why all the bedrooms?"
"Well, we'd need one for Henry, of course, for when he stays with us," Emma said, "and a guest room. And…"
She fell silent, and Killian looked down to see a rosy blush color her cheeks. "And?" he prompted.
"And…." She said tentatively, "I know we haven't talked about it, and I don't even know if it's something you'd want, but…maybe someday we might need a nursery."
Killian took a quick breath, feeling his heart race. "Is that something you would like? A wee one or two of our own?"
"I mean," she said, "we're kind of getting ahead of ourselves here, but…yeah. I think if we do get back to Storybrooke, and if we ever again have a moment of peace, I'd…I'd like to have a family with you. Would you be okay with that?"
Killian laughed, he couldn't help it. "Would I be okay with it? Swan, I'd like nothing more. This house, this life that you describe, it sounds as near to perfect as it's possible to get in this life."
Emma looked up at him, searching his eyes, and then she brought his head down for a long, slow kiss. "Good."
It was well on into afternoon before they finished planning their castle in the clouds, and finally Killian got reluctantly to his feet before offering her a hand up as well.
"So what say we head back, get rid of the darkness and then put our plans into motion?"
Emma laced her fingers with his. "I say let's do it.
Notes:
-I'm sorry for once again falling off the face of the earth for several weeks. It has been quite the month for me, filled with highs (my baby niece's birth) and lows (my grandmother passing away) and other busyness in between (a week-long conference for my church music job). I've just neither had time or motivation to write until now, but fingers crossed things start going back to normal and I can get back on a regular writing schedule.
-I was thinking about 5a, and particularly Killian and Henry looking for a house to share with Emma, and it suddenly occurred to me that that wasn't just a random, out of the blue attempt on Killian's part to give Emma something to hope for. Him looking for houses could be linked back to that conversation on the way to the Middlemist fields where Emma asked him if he really thought it was possible for them to get back to that white picket fence life. I'm guessing that moment is when his idea to look for houses first took root.
-I know this story wasn't quite chronologically accurate. I don't think at that point in the story Emma would have been ready to admit that she wanted a house and babies with Killian, but I couldn't help myself. They kept kissing, and then the conversation just happened. I can't control what my characters do. Like the author on OUAT, all I do is record events as I see them, lol.
-Up next: 5b. I'm not entirely sure yet what I'm going to do with 5b, but I was kind of thinking of a canon divergent scene somewhere around "The Brothers Jones" where Liam gets a chance to talk to Emma and tell her himself that she was right and he's sorry for the way he treated her.