AN: Quick drabble I wrote after seeing the oh-so-beautiful CS cabin scene. (There's a good chance I'm not actually alive right now).
Enjoy!
"Don't you know, Emma?" he mutters, and he can feel the lump in his throat just looking at her. "It's you."
She hesitates, a small look of surprise flashing in her eyes, but then it's gone, because of course she must already know. She has to bloody well know. Because it is her; it's her first thing in the morning, when he's just woken and pictures her still asleep in her bed across town. It is her late in the night, when sleep does not come and he can only wonder about what she dreams of. It is her during all the hours, minutes, seconds in between. It is her when she is away and he can only worry over her safety, knowing she is capable but still yearning to protect her- always wanting to protect her. It is her when she is by his side, reaching for his hand or pressing her lips to his jaw or placing her palm over his heart. He's never felt anything as wonderful as her touch; he drowns in it.
It's her; because she is everything to him, and if the world ended tomorrow, he would want this woman to be the last thing he ever saw.
He will never love like this again.
(He had never loved like this before).
Emma's leaning then-slowly, so agonizingly slow-and her eyes close before she even reaches him. Killian can feel Emma's heart as it stutters against his own, those two broken beats pounding to the same rhythm. He tilts his head down, pressing his forehead to hers for a fleeting moment before their lips meet.
It overwhelms him for a moment. Killian feels the dampness of her tears pressing against his skin, causing his own watery eyes to sting more sharply. There is nothing rushed about this kiss; it is everything gentle and tender, and the gesture feels as exposed and sincere as they words he's just spoken. He can taste fear and love and gratitude on Emma's tongue. It's as much a promise as it is anything else, and Killian knows this:
No matter where they go, no matter the circumstances they endeavor, it's her (and it's him).