You want fluff? Read this chapter.
You want a dash of steamy romance? Read this chapter.
You want feels? Read this chapter.
Slight smut warning. Slight. Now enough of my rambling and enjoy the chapter!
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She heard a knock on the door and she stood up to get it. Killian strode in, still wearing his clothes from earlier except for the heavy leather coat and boots.
"Hello, lass. May I come in?" he whispered, in a husky tone she had never heard before. It sent a shiver down her spine and she loved how it felt. "You may," Emma replied, eyebrow raised at him with smirk on her face. At first Killian walked in, then looked around and scampered to her bed and pounced on it as if it was his own. He made himself comfortable, with his hands behind his head and then followed to pat the bed next to him, motioning for his favorite blonde to join him.
Emma sat on the bed next to him brushing her long hair, then felt his gaze lingering on her. "What?" she asked him. "Nothing. It's just… I haven't seen you in three years and I want to enjoy this." he told her, running a finger up and down her arm. She cursed herself for getting goose bumps at this. This made Killian smile.
"Can I ask you something, Killian?" The sound of his name coming from Emma always managed to make his heartbeat twice as fast.
"Anything, love."
"Well you were out for three years and looking the way you look, were there…" she stopped herself, afraid of his answer. "Were there other girls?" Killian looked at her, upset with a hint of surprise. He sat up and took her hand in his, blue eyes meeting green, "There were girls who tried, yes, but none of them succeeded. My heart has always belonged to you and only you. Never doubt that."
At this, Emma sighed with relief. "Now where there any other suitors?" he asked her, with a cheeky smirk. "No, actually. After the news came that you were dead, I told my parents to cut off all connections with other kingdoms because I was in mourning. But now that you're here…" she paused and kissed his cheek. "You're all mine."
"You missed, love."
"What?"
"Your lips missed the target. That kiss was not meant for my cheek." He smirked and pulled the lace collar of her nightgown to make her come closer to him with his hook.
Then he kissed her and she returned the kiss. With each return, the kiss was deepened further. His moved his hook arm and slid it down her side and wrapped it around her waist. Emma responded back enthusiastically by slowly pushing him back onto the bed. A quiet chuckle escaped Killian's lips before crashing them onto hers again, like a tidal wave.
In the heat of the moment, Emma pulled away from the kiss and smirked at him. Killian raised an eyebrow as if to know exactly what she was thinking. Her smile turned into a grin and she nodded, slipping her hand underneath his shirt. He took this as a safe sign and they went all the way.
For long while afterwards, they couldn't tell where one of them ended and the other began. It was all a mess of wild blonde and black hair, an entanglement of limbs and a burning flame passion and love between the two souls. When the castle's clock tower struck three times in the early morning, they lay under the covers with no layers of clothing separating their bare bodies.
"I love you, Emma," he whispered, as he put his arm around her shoulder and pull her closer. He could feel her smiling as her head lay to rest on his chest. She closed her eyes and whispered back with a joyful sigh,
"I love you too, Killian."
They were reunited once again and that was all either of them cared about at this very moment.