A Fresh Start

[Killian Jones]

Right Now

WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT

She told him that he wasn't destined for misery . . . and he had only started believing that, when she had decided to be with him. Though he still feared losing her, every day. It wasn't enough to dominate his every thought, but it wasn't far from his mind. To love meant that you could lose; that he had someone worth losing. He knew that he could still be considered a villain to some, and Regina's words of villains never getting a happy ending were constantly haunting his mind.

He would never let it ruin the moments he had with Emma, but when he was left to his own thoughts, away from her company . . . it plagued his mind. It made him sick. For losing Milah had been difficult enough. There was no chance he would ever recover from losing Emma; emotionally or physically. He just softly smiled in response to her words, not letting his thoughts ruin the moment. Besides, when he was with her, he forgot about any dark thought or feeling, and was overpowered by love. "Thanks to you," he told her truthfully. She was his happiness; encompassing all that was good in this world, and all that there was to live for.

He wasn't sure if she even realized how much power she had over him, though he would not state it. She was under enough pressure from everyone else, and he would not add to that by telling her that she was his everything. She then responded to his question, saying that she had a bit of a sweet tooth. The response caused him to smile as he looked at her once more, taking in every detail of her face. "In that case, why don't you lead us to our bedroom then." There it was again, that word. Our. "Or wherever you would like to commence our celebrations," he added with a playful and slightly devious smile. For he could be quite creative indeed in terms of location.

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Even though their food had been getting cold, the moment between Emma and Hook was definitely warming up. Each touch, kiss, and sweet sentiment was all leading to this moment, when Hook asked her to show them to their bedroom. She liked the sound of that far more than she even thought she would. A smile curved on to her lips that was both one of genuine happiness, but also held a bit of mischievousness to it. "I thought you'd never ask," she mused with a playful wink. She stood up from his lap, and she took him by the hand before walking to their bedroom. She of course knew that he was going to stay the night, should he have agreed to move in with her, so she went all out with the romantics. 

There were candles that had been lit that made the room smell like an ocean breeze, and there were lamps with light blue scarves draped over them to give the image of a soft night time sky atmosphere. She even had a light that made it look like there were stars on the ceiling. "I wanted to make sure you felt like you were at home, in our home.." She guided him to the bed, where she sat down first. If he was paying attention, he'd hear the sloshing sounds, and see that she was moving a little as she sat down. "Even down to the water bed..I thought it might give you the illusion of being on the ocean."

[Killian Jones]

Right Now

WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT

He knew that look before, and he found himself growing all the more eager to find out what it meant. She told him that she thought he'd never ask and rose to her feet, leading him to their bedroom. When they entered the room, Hook paused, taking in sight of everything. The smell, the ceiling, the lights, the scarves . . . everything about it. For the first time since giving up his ship, he felt at home. And it was not only because of the way she set up the room, but also because he was with her. The combination was utter perfection and Hook had no words to offer. She moved toward the bed and he closed his eyes, quietly taking in a deep inhalation of breath, as the sounds of the water swishing, the scent of the bedroom, and the way he felt the lighting to be even with his eyes closed . . . yes. He was home.

"You really are the woman of my dreams, Swan," he told her, opening his eyes to rest upon the perfect sight of her on the bed, and everything else surrounding her that gave them the illusion that they were at sea. She had gone through all this trouble . . . for him. And it meant more to him than words were capable of expressing. She was possibly the only person who had ever managed to render him speechless. "Thank you," he told her, his voice filled with sincerity though these two words seemed so inadequate in expressing exactly how he felt. How had he been so lucky to have won the heart of Emma Swan, he would never know.

He walked over to the bed, moving to join her as he sat next to her, sinking into the bed and slightly toppling to the side. He was trying to prevent his Hook from stabbing it, so raised a hand . . . which meant he only had one arm for balance. His actions to sit upright were not very successful, as he kept moving along with the bed, toppling over one way, then the other. "This bed is incredible," he said with a smile, because while he couldn't exact sit properly . . . the sound and feel of it, made him feel like he was at home on his ship.

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Emma was quite pleased at Killian's reaction to their bedroom, and the touches she had made on it. Luckily, she remembered his pointy hook, and she reached in to her night stand beside the bed, and pulled out a clear tube that was in the shape of a hook. It could be used to be a barrier so that his hook's sharp point wouldn't pierce the bed - or anything else he didn't want it to. "Here," she gave him a grin. "You'll get used to the bed, I think.. I hope.. you don't think it was pushing it a little, do you?" She didn't really want to go overboard - ha ha - but she thought the bed would make a perfect addition. 

She laid back on the bed, and it caused the mattress to swish and move around. "It's much better if you're lying down.. just an f-y-i." She spoke with a grin as she looked up at him. Emma had never actually been on a water bed before now. It was definitely different.. but something she rather enjoyed. "I'm glad you're feeling at home. I know it's a huge deal for you not to be on the sea.. I want you to feel comfortable. This is -your- apartment to.. I want you to be in your element." 

[Killian Jones]

Right Now

WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT

Emma had really thought of everything, and her considerate nature was one of the many qualities he loved about her. He smiled, putting on the item she gave him that would prevent him from poking holes in the bed. She had gone through all the trouble of arranging this, he wasn't about to ruin it with his bloody hook. She asked him if he thought she went over the top with all and he immediately knew the answer to that question.

"Not at all, Swan," he assured her. "I can't quite say how much this all means to me," he told her, for no words were adequate enough to express the full sentiment of her having done this . . . for him. When she lay on the bed, it moved once again, which only brought a smile to his lips. He was quite enjoying this. He then followed her advice, moving to lay on it, which took a few attempts until he was finally lying on it, his back against it as he rested his hand and hook on his chest, closing his eyes and allowing each sense apart from sight, soak in his surroundings.

This was the longest he had been without his ship, and he felt as if he had gained the best of both worlds: Emma, and the illusion that he was at sea. He had already made his choice about which was more important, and it wasn't the sea life. "You're right, this is much better," he said in a calm voice, keeping his eyes closed as he basked in this peaceful state. He listened to her express her want for him to feel at home; acknowledging that it was a big deal for him not to be on the sea . . . wanting him to feel comfortable.

When she finished speaking, he waited a few moments before opening his eyes and turning his head toward her, wanting her to see the honesty in his face for what he was about to say. "For the longest time, The Jolly Roger was my home," he began to say. It had been his brother's ship -- before Killian had changed the name and purpose of it. But for the significant portion of his life, Killian had been aboard the ship. "But after having fallen for you, Swan, I knew that my new home would be wherever you were." Because, home was where the heart was and his heart was with Emma.

He wanted her to know that he had no regrets about not being on his ship. He'd much rather be here with her. "I'm more comfortable than I've ever been before. And it's not only due to my surroundings and feeling as if I'm at sea. It's due to you." She had invited him into her home to stay, and opened her heart to love him. What more could he possibly want? "Thank you," he stated, but not only for this room . . . for allowing him to be with her, for loving him, and he hoped the full extent of what he was expressing gratitude for, was known in his gaze and tone of voice. He then attempted to move positions, leaning forward, toward her, lightly kissing her lips; though it was a soft embrace, it was filled with emotion and affection for her; but most importantly, filled with love.

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Emma watched Hook lay back, and she took note of the serene look on his face. He seemed like he had inner peace that could only be found with true happiness. She knew this look because she had seen it on her own face while looking in to the mirror just before Hook had come over that evening. Bliss.. pure, genuine bliss. 

It made her feel warm, and lighter than air to know how happy she made Killian. She felt the same way about him, though. Too long had she gone without feeling like she had a home..family.. people who loved her. Now she was bombarded with it all, and she couldn't be happier. But with Hook, there was something more.. He filled a hole in her heart that she didn't even know was there. The absolute -least- she could do was to make him feel every bit comfortable that she possibly could have. 

After he was finished speaking, she rolled over, causing the bed to move as though they were in a raft on the ocean, she looked in to his eyes, allowing him to see the honesty on her face as well. "I love you more than I know how to say, Killian. This.." she lifted her gaze and looked around the room. "Is a symbol of how much you mean to me. My life is you now, Hook. You, Henry, and my family.. But this.." she lifted a hand, and placed it over her heart. "It beats for you.. and you've gotta know that." 

[Killian Jones]

Right Now

WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT

Killian watched Emma as she spoke, soft affection on his gaze as each word she said caused his heart to swell with emotions that no other person was capable of instilling in him. To hear her say she loved him, of how much he meant to her, of saying that he was part of her life along with the rest of her family . . . and that her heart beat for him. Such were the words he had longed to hear. For he had felt this way about her for so long. Had he not, he would never had pursued her as stubbornly as he had.

But he knew he couldn't let her go. And hearing now that all those feelings were reciprocated . . . well, he truly couldn't be happier. The words to fully describe his own bliss were difficult, no . . . impossible to find. He just looked at her intently, not bothering to hide any of the love he felt in his heart. She was his everything and he wasn't about to ever take that for granted.

His lips curved into a bit of a smile before speaking in response to her words. "I told you that one day, I would win your heart." His words were of course teasing, having recalled saying something to that affect before. He couldn't help but feel pride, in that he had gained her affections: that she had chosen him to be with, knowing that it was not easy for her to do so.

"I'm happier here with you, then I have ever been before in my life." That was what, over 200 years of lifetime experience. But here, with her . . . he had found true purpose. True meaning, and learned that an organ that had for some time only beat for vengeance, now beat because it was filled with love . . . for her. "You truly are my everything." He wasn't going to bother trying to conceal any emotions. Not here. Not when they had reached a new level in their relationship, not only consisting of moving in together . . . but also speaking those words that had been felt for so long, yet left unsaid.

"I too love you Swan, more than I am capable of expressing." That, was something they had in common. "And I'll spend the rest of my life, showing you just how much." How much he loved her. She had changed him for the better, and he would continue to strive to be a better man for her. That, and so many other ways he was going to devote himself to her, to be a man truly worthy of her love.