Here's a little post confession ficlet to add to the other awesome ones that have already been written…
His barely contained tears began to spill onto his cheeks as he feels her lips begin to tremble under his, a few lifetimes worth of emotion forcing their way to the surface. He holds her tighter, kissing her deeper, memorizing every word she is saying to him with the slide of her fingers through his hair and the heat of her palm on his chest.
A gentle sob escapes her lips and he moves his lips to her cheek, kissing her tears from her skin before leaning back to look at her. Her jade eyes are rimmed with red, watery and still wide with in-credulousness that he could truly love her as he does. He vows to himself that if the fates allow her to stay in his life that he will endeavor to love the lost girl from her soul for good.
He feels her fingers tighten in his hair as she moves forward, her hand wrapping around his neck as she leans her head to his chest. The wool of her coat is rough under his hands as he holds her close, her hair soft against his cheek. He allows a few more tears to fall now that she cannot see. The soft rise and fall of her chest against his begins the calming, her grip on his back loosening as she relaxes.
Not wanting to, he knows they must go, leave this den of darkness before his enemy is back and the demons in his heart claw to the surface again. His lips brush the side of her head softly as he pulls back, her hand stilling him as she threads her fingers through his with a strength he has come to love about her. Her gaze is strong and steady when he looks up, her tears gone and a look of determination shining back at him. As he has grown accustomed, her words are not necessary. He can read her like the open book that she is.
You won't lose me, Killian. You're my happy ending, too.