Prompt: Do you think you could write a lil drabble about what happened after the cs kiss in 4.03?

"If there's one thing I'm good at, it's surviving."

Her lips curve into a fraction of a smile at his words as the burden of her worry for him finally spoken aloud falls from her shoulders like a heavy shroud. With eyes, reddened with unshed tears, she sees the moment his devotion turns to determination, the scuff of his boot along the pavement between them the only sound he makes as he moves.

She never knew how much could be communicated through a kiss before him. But as his lips claim hers, she can feel the words he longs to say.

I love you.

I'll never leave you.

Trust me.

Feeling unburdened and safe in his arms, for the first time she lowers her walls enough to really listen. Obliging her need to get closer, she seeks his waist beneath his jacket, his hand in her hair tightening as her fingernails sink into the worn leather at the back of his vest. Tiny pinpricks of heat spread from the cradle of his fingers along her scalp, every single one of her nerve endings beginning to spark with awareness as his mouth urges hers to follow into a deeper conversation.

The first brush of his tongue against hers feels like a question, the curling of hers into his open mouth an answer enthusiastically given. A groan of satisfaction from deep in his throat joins the sounds of leather moving against leather and the rumbling of tiny pebbles rolling beneath her boot as his arm around her waist lifts her to her toes. Her surprise pulls her lips from his on a slight gasp, giving them both a moment to breathe before she leans back in, not ready to stop speaking now that they finally started.

Pulling his lower lip between hers, she does her best to say as much with her kiss as he has with his. She holds on tighter than before, her palm sliding lower to the curve at the small of his back to hold him steady as she seeks the taught strength of him with the cradle of her hips. They both gasp at first contact, the evidence of his arousal fitting against the warmth pooling between her thighs both too much and not enough at the same time. His thumb is slightly rough by her ear as he pulls her back towards his mouth, her hand that had been gripping the leather at his side seeking and finding the curve of his jaw as the kiss resumes in earnest.

"Hey, Mom!"

She's so absorbed in the kiss that she doesn't even hear Henry calling from the top step of Granny's. It's Killian's sudden retreat from her lips, one she chases blindly for a moment, and Henry's voice, only closer this time, which finally prompt her to move. Killian's arm tightens for a brief second before releasing her waist, his rings catching a few strands of her hair as she steps too quickly out of the tangle of his embrace.

"Uh…hey kid?"

She feels like a teenager who's been caught making out with her boyfriend, which isn't too far from the truth, if she were to allow herself to think of her relationship with Killian in any sort of traditional terms. But when the man whose tongue was just down her throat is dressed in head to toe leather, with a hook for a hand, traditional just isn't a word that comes to mind. Glancing quickly in Killian's direction, she sees that he looks to be as off balanced as she is with the pointy tips of his ears a deep scarlet and his usual steely gaze directed at something near the toe of his boot.

Henry's voice is a bit unsure as he speaks again, making her feel even more embarrassed and dizzily off-kilter.

"Um, I was wondering if I could get a ride with you back to the loft?"

"Sure, I was just…heading there…"

Henry cuts off her rambling by turning towards Killian, the mischief she sees in his eyes signaling a scheme already forming in her son's entirely too active brain.

"Hook, are you coming with us?"

Her eyes widen at the suggestion and she moves to speak, but Killian beats her to the punch.

"No, lad, I'll be heading upstairs to my quarters. I bid you and your mother goodnight."

Killian's eyes meet hers over Henry's head as he bows slightly at the waist. She wishes she knew what to say, what to do, but she's completely frozen with indecision. The smile he bestows before he turns to walk away tells her he understands, or at least, that's what she hopes she's seeing.

"Hey, I'll call you if we find the Dairy Queen."

His stride falters slightly at her words, but he doesn't stop, sending his reply over his shoulder as he disappears around the back of the building.

"Aye, love. I'll be sure to answer."

She can hear the hint of sarcasm in his voice, a gentle rib at her not picking up his call from earlier in the day. He'll never know that she plans to keep that voicemail forever, his frustrated grumble too adorable to ever delete.

"Mom, you ready?"

Oh yeah, Henry.

"Let's go, kid."

It's not until they're both buckled in and her bug has rumbled to life does Henry finally speak.

"So, you and Hook…"

"I meant to talk to you about that."

"Mom, I'm pretty perceptive. I knew something was going on with you two."

"I know, it's just…I'm not sure…"

"You're dating."

"Well, no, I mean, we haven't, not yet."

God, she can't even formulate proper sentences. She's really not good at talking about her feelings and discussing something like this with her son, totally unchartered territory.

"He's waiting for you."

That statement has her pulling to a stop. Turning in her seat, she meets Henry's all too knowing gaze, the sheer depth of truth her kid has just spoken making the slightly chilly air feel heavy and charged with possibility. Henry's smile, full of reassurance and understanding, manages to make him look far older than his 11 years.

"It's time for another mission in Operation Cobra, Mom. You need to ask Hook out on a date."