AN: I know many of us are wanting to know what happened during the missing scene of Emma restoring Hook's heart and her taking shots with Regina. Enjoy! ~Kate
Eyes closed and breaths being inhaled and exhaled evenly, Kilian slept.
"I can't lose you, too."
She ran her fingers through her hair as a small smile spread across her lips. She remembered telling him those words, and his promise of being a survivor. He'd kept it, but just barely. She'd spent the night watching him sleep, afraid to doze off for even a minute. She'd been so close to losing him, and had Belle not arrived when she did, she would have. She made a mental note to thank her for the tenth time as she remembered back to when they'd arrived at Granny's just hours before.
He'd handed her his missing organ, and instantly terrified of dropping it, she cradled it like the precious thing it was. She'd momentarily been mesmerized by it, strong, vibrant, pure – save for the minute dark spot (no doubt a result of Rumple's manipulation). "We can take you and it to Regina. She knows how to –"
"Nonsense," he replied. "You'll do it."
"I –" she paused, "what? No, Killian, I don't know how."
"You can do it." She shook her head frantically, trying to ignore the confidence on his face as his focus slid from his heart to meet her eyes. She'd never forgive herself if she was the reason she ending up losing him. "Swan, you're the only one I trust with it."
"I could kill you," she whispered, her throat tightening painfully.
He gave her a beautiful smile in return and had she not been so panicked, she was sure she would have melted. "You won't," he told her, lifting his hand to the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I believe in you, Emma."
Biting her lip, and taking a deep breath, she decided to grant him his wish. She was anxious and didn't want to cause him more pain than necessary, but she'd grant him his wish.
"Just be gent–ungh!" he grunted, eyes slamming shut, and losing his footing at the pain as she dove in – literally – with shoving his heart back to the place it belonged. He cocked his head to the side, trying to shake himself out of it.
"Sorry," she said with a wince. "I just thought if I did it quickly it would be like ripping off a –"
And then it was his turn to cut her off with an unexpected – though more than welcome – invasion as his mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss. He backed her against the wall, cradling her head in his hand to soften the blow.
They poured everything, every fear, every relief, every emotion they could into that one kiss. He was telling her that he was alive, safe. She was telling him that she'd have been lost without him.
"I told you, Swan," he said against her lips, coaxing a smile from her as he did the same. "I'm a survivor." He'd rested his forehead against hers and like moths to a flame, her mouth met his.
Tongues dancing together, and when hands began to drift south of their hips, both agreed it would be wise to move their reunion into his room.
She'd clutched the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer to her though he seemed all too willing to gratify as his arms hooked around her waist and closed what little distance was between them. He'd backed her against the door after slamming it shut with his boot and his hips had pressed against hers, causing her to moan in delight. His lips slid from her mouth to her jaw, and then to her neck, where he pressed several scorching kisses along her skin.
He seemed just as desperate to be with her as she with him, but when she made the first move by reaching for the waist of his jeans, he froze, his lips pausing against her throat as hot wafts of air escaped them.
"Swan," he whispered, panting. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to be with the man I love."
Lifting his head, Killian's gaze locked on hers. "Forgive me," he said with a clearing of his throat, "but I'm going to have to ask you to repeat yourself."
"I'm trying to be with the man I love," she repeated, her voice stronger, more certain. Now that she'd admitted it, she realized she was a fool to have ever denied it. "Killian, I love y–"
Before she could finish her declaration, Killian had crushed his mouth to hers. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and began the journey to his bed as a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach. Finally. Lowering her down to the mattress, he crawled on top of her, bracing himself with both his hand and his hook.
Two pools of blue stared at her, shining in the light, nothing but pure happiness in their depths. He leaned down to press a more gentle kiss against her lips before mumbling against them, "Are you certain this is what you want?"
She cupped her hand around his neck, running her tongue along his lower lip. "Bloody hell," he moaned and then she was lifting herself and shifting until she was further up on the bed. She unzipped her pants and his mouth fell open slightly. "Emma, it looks as though you are, but I need you to be certain. I need to hear it."
"I'm certain," she breathed, shimmying out of her jeans. "I want this."
"Once I start," he said roughly, removing his jacket, "I will not be able to stop."
"That's what I'm counting on." She surprised herself with that playful remark, but could not have meant it more. A smirk curved on her lips and she curled her fingers around his wrists, pulling him up to her and then kissed him fully, passionately, fire beginning to burn in her belly in the most delicious of ways. "Show me what you've got, pirate."
"Oh, my love," he grinned wolfishly, never losing the love in his eyes as he told her, "I fully intend to."
AN: Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays, loves! Hope you enjoyed! Reviews have the same impact on me as Killian's smile. ~Kate
