Because that kiss was perfect, but I still wanted more…my take on what happened after. (5X15 spoilers)

"Wait, wait…"

His smile widens as she whispers in the limited air between their lips, hoping he understands her request as he leans back in to kiss her again. As her hand on his elbow urges his arm back around her waist and her mouth opens beneath his, he feels himself sinking into the surreal reality of having her back in his arms. Emotions he's finally allowing to unfurl are now pouring out in waves, but his love, his everything, his Emma, she stands tall against the tide to welcome him home. He's so overwhelmed that he knows he should take a breath, but he can't stop his lips from moving against hers, not when she tastes so real and so full of light.

There is no room for darkness between them anymore.

She gives his lungs a reprieve as her lips pull back, his leather caressing hers creating a faint crackling sound as they sway and tilt, always forward, ever closer. The sudden press of her hand against his cheek causes his eyes to flutter shut, the warmth and love he feels in that simple touch something he feared would be forever lost. Her thumb presses with purpose at his temple, creasing his skin as she urges his eyes to open and once again find hers.

"I'm sorry, Killian."

He doesn't need to ask to know what she means. This moment can't be taken away from her by him protesting, asking why, or declaring that she has nothing to be sorry for. They both do.

"I'm sorry, too, Emma."

He knows there is more to say. Perhaps, one day, when they aren't fighting the ruler of the Underworld, or whatever villain has set out to uproot their lives, they'll have time. For now, he just needs this, a moment to hold the woman he loves and the strength she gives as she holds him in return.

For now, this is more than enough. He'll be damned if he doesn't make the most of it.

With renewed purpose, he leans back in until her lips are a mere breath away and her hand is buried back in his hair, anticipating what's to come with the gentle drag of her fingernails against his scalp.

"I love you, Emma."

"And I love you."

He kisses her this time with all the passion he can muster, groaning as she accepts the first sweep of his tongue and her fingers tug lightly at the shaggy ends of his hair. It's only the knowledge that Henry could come upon them at any moment that stops him from turning and pressing her against the sheet covered furniture at his back to ease the ache having her so close has wrought. His entire being pulses with a sudden need to seek comfort in her body in desperate hope of erasing memories of the torture he's had to endure.

There'll be time for that, he has to believe, he has to hope.

Her hand slides around his waist inside his jacket to grip the material of his vest, her fist pushing down against the small of his back as she leans her hips just a fraction of the way forward. It's too much, too many points of contact. Pulling his mouth from hers on a heavy breath, he folds her up in his arms and buries his nose deep in the side of her neck. As he wrestles with his control, he feels as she begins to soften against him. Her fist, unfurls, fingers widening and sliding up to settle along his spine in a gentle hold. Moving his fingers from his grip at her waist he reaches up to mold his hand against the soft skin at the back of her neck beneath the golden curtain of her hair.

He would swear that time has come to a stop, that the world has paused it's turning to allow them this one, peaceful moment.

This is how Henry finds them. His presence becoming known not by some annoyed remark at finding his Mom in an embrace, but instead at the light touch of his hand to Killian's arm. When his eyes meet the boy's, there is a moment shared there, too. A moment wherein Killian finally allows himself to hope, no…to see how much love Henry holds for him as well.

He doesn't pull Henry into the hug, no matter how much his open emotional state has him wanting to. It's a near thing, though.

A very near thing.