This is set the morning after Emma returns Killian's heart at the end of 4A.

For more years than he can count, Killian Jones has cursed the sunrise. Loathing the amber glow as it begins another day filled with sorrow, unrequited vengeance, self-loathing, nothing and no one of worth in his life, preferring the darkness of night and the comfort of shadows. But that was before. Before Emma.

Waking before dawn, heart miraculously beating safely in his chest, he stands at the open window and waits, impatient for this day's sunrise in a way he finds unfamiliar. For once, he welcomes the warmth, the light and this still somewhat strange world bathed anew where he's found a home, a purpose, love. There is still much to be said, truths to be told, but for the first time in what feels like eternity, there seems to be time. No second of which he wishes to waste, not today.

The morning chill hits him as he exits the back stairs, his long jacket collecting dust in his closet more appropriate for this weather, fear of becoming the man who wore it for centuries too strong to seek its warmth. The leather he wears now suddenly too hot as he turns the corner and his soul's set afire, the sight before him almost knocking the wind from his lungs.

Emma.

She glows, not from magic, but from the sun's rays alighting her hair, the brightness of her smile, both shy and full of something that looks a lot like love. Her gloved hands hold a coffee in each, steam escaping the lids as she pushes herself from her position leaning on the hood of her car. Stopping in front of her, he feels suddenly unsure. His fingers itching to touch, lips tingling in hopes of a kiss, eyes searching hers for a sign of how to proceed.

"Hi."

"Hello, love."

He barely registers her hand holding the coffee towards him, too engrossed in the pink tinge rising on her cheeks and her tongue darting nervously to wet her lips. She's just as unsettled as he…but she's here.

"I was hoping you'd be up early as well and might want to join me for a coffee?"

"Aye, I've been up for quite some time. I was, well, coming to see you."

Reaching for the cup, he covers her hand with his, the leather smooth under his fingertips as the heat of the coffee warms his chilled skin. Her gaze falls to his lips at the contact and he takes that as the invitation he needs, pulling the cup from her fingers and setting it on the roof of the car he steps off the curb and into her space. Almost nose to nose, he watches her eyes flutter shut as his hand curls behind her neck, her breath warm and sweet caressing his lips. Blood rushes behind his ears as his mouth covers hers, determination to keep the kiss soft and gentle almost faltering at the feel of her palm covering his cheek pulling him closer, her lips moving perfectly in tandem against his. Somehow having freed her other hand of her own coffee, it finds its way against his chest, pressing with purpose against him where she had replaced his heart just the night before.

Assured that she can feel the racing beneath her palm, his fingers weave in to her hair at the nape of her neck, holding her in place as he releases her lips and presses his forehead against hers. Emotions he can no longer contain make it hard to breathe as he tries to collect his thoughts, the live-wire that is his body humming everywhere they touch, desire, contentment, fear…all churning in his gut and fighting for dominance. The light touch of her thumb running along the scar of his cheek startles him slightly, his hand in her hair loosening as he releases a heavy breath against her lips.

"We should probably talk."

Hope unfurls in his chest like a flower in the spring soaking up the sun at her words, his darkness creeping further into the shadows as his heart seeks more of her light. The lost girl whom he's loved for so long, who's fought her feelings and turned her back on him so many times, she's really stopped running.

Lifting his forehead from hers, he tries his best to convey how much her being here means to him with the sincerity of his smile and the warmth of his gaze.

"Aye, love, there's much to say."

"No time like the present. Join me for a walk?"

Leaning back in, he brushes his nose lightly against hers and leaves a feather light kiss to her cheek before finally releasing her neck and stepping back up onto the curb.

"It would be my pleasure, milady."

The slight roll of her eyes at his old fashioned expression isn't missed as she turns to gather their coffees again, confusion evident on her face as she turns and holds the two cups up in front of her.

"I'm not sure which one's yours anymore."

Motioning for her to hand one over, he smiles against the cup as he takes a sip, flinching at the overwhelming sweetness and unmistakable hint of cinnamon that hits his tongue.

"This one's yours, Swan. How many sugars are in that concoction?"

"Four. Why, too sweet?"

"For me, aye. But, it's good to know how you take your coffee…for future reference."

Reaching out, she exchanges her cup with his and he sees her watch him as he takes a quick sip.

"Well, yours is black. I asked Granny."

It is indeed, and by some form of magic, still hot.

"I wonder if there is anything in this town that woman doesn't know?"

"I doubt it."

Her free hand falls to her side between them as she joins him on the sidewalk and he can't help the pang of longing he feels, wishing to curl fingers no longer there around hers as his hook hangs heavy from his wrist. But then, she's suddenly pressed against his side as she hooks her arm around his waist, her gloved hand seeking and finding the warmth of his jacket pocket. Cocking her head to look at him, she gives him a small smile and nudges his hip with her own.

"To the docks?"

Winding his arm around her, he settles the curved side of his hook against her waist and presses a light kiss to her temple, taking a brief moment to breathe her in before they take their first steps, together.

"Aye."