I never want to let go

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Emma and Hook had just shared an intense kiss.. One that she couldn't possibly pour enough emotion in to. When the kiss ended, all too soon, Emma lifted her gaze to his. "I almost lost you," as she spoke, her voice trembled. She had seen it.. Rumple had Hook's heart in his hand. If it hadn't been for Belle, he would have died right there, in front of her..just like Graham... And there wouldn't have been anything that she, or her mother, could have done. She had fallen completely for Hook, and he had been on the edge of death. It made Emma sick to her stomach to think of what could have happened. "I knew.. I just knew something was wrong in the diner when you squeezed my hand. I should have followed you, I shouldn't have trusted Rumple, I should have..." she started, but didn't get anything more out. The tears started. 

She lifted a hand and placed it over her mouth as she looked away. "If I'm supposed to be the savior..." she started, before moving her hand away from her mouth to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Why couldn't I save you?" Her hand lowered so that it was now on her hip. "Isn't that part of the job description? Saving people I care about? Why can't one of my stupid powers be to be in several places at once?!" She was angry..angry that she had been so helpless.

[Killian Jones]

I told you Swan

I'M A SURVIVOR

The moment Hook's heart had been put back into his chest, he had been overwhelmed with emotion. All the love he couldn't convey to Emma throughout the past little while had poured out into the kiss he had immediately given her. The kiss at the diner, the kiss right before Ingrid's curse struck . . . had felt empty. He knew it. He hadn't been able to feel all he did whenever their lips touched. And looking into her gaze in such moments, reminded him that he was betraying her. Even if it was not of his own volition. If the Crocodile wanted to torture him, he had done an impeccable job of it. First he had threatened that Hook be the one to trap Emma in the hand . . . then he made him do it to Blue. And then he made him try to kidnap Henry. And these were just a few of the things.

So now, having his heart back in his chest, the first thing he wanted to do was kiss her. To let his love and devotion for her be properly expressed, even if he had not said the words. He had just told her that he was a survivor, and her soft smile was enough to make him smile in return. Finally, he felt whole again. She then seemed to realize that she had almost lost him, but the soft smile remained on his lips. "But you didn't," he told her, wanting her to focus on that rather than the what ifs and what could have happened. "Can't get rid of me that easy, Swan," he said in a slightly teasing tone, trying to lighten the mood so that she would not feel burdened by what happened. But it was to no avail, for the tears formed in her eyes. He hated seeing her cry, now able to feel the ache in his heart it caused him to see her upset. Especially on his account.

He watched her as she expressed her regret in not being able to help him, to save him; to not have trusted her instincts . . . and basically blamed herself for things that Killian did not want her to. None of this was her fault. Besides, Rumple and his feud had lasted Centuries and it was only a matter of time before something more severe had happened. He waited for her to finish, before his hand went to her chin, tilting it upward while he spoke. "Look at me," he urged softly, but with determination. Any amusement was stricken from his face and replaced with strong sincerity, for he wanted her to believe his words as much as he did. "It's not your duty to save every single person in trouble," he told her. The burden of being the Savior was great, he could only imagine . . . but that was not why he loved her. He loved everything about her that made her Emma Swan: the woman, not the Product of True Love: The Savior.

His hand moved from her chin to her cheek, aiding her in wiping away the tears. "I am not part of your job description, Swan," he continued to say. "I am with you because I fell for Emma Swan. Not the Savior," he stated, speaking aloud his thoughts though avoided using the word love. "I wouldn't have expected you nor wanted you to do anything differently." Because she had helped Elsa and stopped a curse that threatened to destroy everyone in town. Hook had taught her about selflessness and he in no way believed that his life was worth everyones in the town. "You already saved me in a way that no one else is capable of." Because it wasn't about physical life . . . but the quality and value of how he lived it. And she had enriched it more than he ever thought possible. "So let's not dwell in what could have happened. But rather, celebrate another victory for the good guys," he said with a slight smile, once again, trying to lighten the mood.

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In the aftermath, Emma had been able to look back and realize that Hook had been acting strange since the night that she nearly allowed herself to get sucked in to the sorcerer's hat. Had he really been without a heart for so long? Had she really been too busy trying to save everyone to notice that the man she cared about had been Rumple's prisoner? Sometimes, being the Savior was just too much. She just wanted to be a woman, a normal woman who could be in love. Killian.. he made her feel that way. Although he said that she didn't lose him, and that she wouldn't get rid of him that easily, it still made her heart ache.  He told her to look at him, and she did. She allowed herself to gaze in to his eyes while he wiped her tears away. 

His words made more sense than anything she had heard in a long time. The reason why she couldn't save him, was because she was busy trying to save a whole Kingdom in the long run. That..was the job of the Savior..the greater good. Still though... If she knew what was happening with Hook, she would have dropped it all and ran to his aid. He then told her she saved him in a way that no one else could.. And she knew what he meant by that. She inwardly cursed at herself for not being able to say those words that she wanted to say...she just couldn't do it. Fear stopped her. After he finished speaking..telling her that they should celebrate that the good guys one.. her lips curved in to the smallest of smiles. "You just nearly died..and you're giving me a pep talk." She quietly laughed and shook her head. "You're somethin' else, Hook.." She glanced at his chest, and she lifted a hand, placing it over his heart. "That's what I like to feel.. your heart beating.. let's try to keep it that way.. I don't have such a great track record." Was she really worried that she was somehow cursed? Of course. 

She was the product of True Love, yet every time she tried for it, the objects of her affection died. Not Hook though...he was...different. Special. "Even death wouldn't be able to stop you from trying to get in to my pants, would it?" She asked, trying her hand at making a joke instead of crying more. She felt like she was such an ugly crier, and she really didn't want Killian seeing any more of that. Her free hand, that wasn't resting against his chest, lifted to touch the back of his neck. "You're right.. we do need to celebrate." She paused, and moved in a little closer to him after pushing off of the wall. "Your room?" 

[Killian Jones]

I told you Swan

I'M A SURVIVOR

Emma made a comment about how he had nearly died and was giving her a pep talk. He gave a slight smile at that, more so at her following words when she told him that he was something else. "That's what I've been trying to tell you," he said with teasing arrogance. He was glad that her tears had at least stopped. When she lifted her hand to his chest, putting it on his heart, Hook closed his eyes for a moment. The feeling of it beating and allowing him to feel all the love for her was a sensation that he had been deprived of for far too long. He had been a slave to Rumple's will, unable to feel or control his actions. Her hand being here now . . . well, he could feel her touch more than ever.

He opened his eyes, his small smile remaining in place as she told him that this was what she liked to feel, that they should try to keep it in place. And then spoke of her past . . . her history. He knew she felt that way, for it had been her response when he asked why she was pulling away from him. She had listed off men who she cared for or loved, who had died. And she believed it was because of her. Hook hated that recent actions had caused her fear to re-emerge. He was afraid of her withdrawing from him again, but was determined to ensure that didn't happen.

"It'll take a hell of a lot more than a crocodile to keep us apart," he told her still smiling, his voice confident. It was true that in those moments, he had not held hope for survival. Rumple had been threatening him for quite some time, yet in that second, he had believed it was going to happen. Hell, it had started to happen. But he suppressed any of that concern he had. He was completely confident in her presence, fully believing his words now as he said them.

Her next comment cause his smile to turn into one of amusement, upon hearing her remark of trying to get into her pants. "Well can you blame a man, Swan?" He asked flirtatiously. They had never taken their relationship to that next level . . . but it wasn't because he didn't want to. It was because he wanted to move at her pace; at her comfort level. "You are one desirable woman, love," he added, still smiling, fully meaning his words. She was breathtakingly gorgeous; a vision of perfection. How could he not have desires for her?

Her following words seemed to go along with his train of thought, as she told him they needed to celebrate . . . suggesting they go into his room. He wondered if she was suggesting what he thought, but didn't want to question it out of fear that she would leave if he assumed incorrectly. If nothing else, at least they could have some time alone. "Aye," he said in a low voice, his eyes moving to her mouth now that she moved closer. He leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on her lips before he leaned to the side and opened the door, pushing it and taking a small step back so that she could go in first before he followed suit.

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Hook was resilient.. and stubborn. It was honestly exactly what she needed in a man. The other men in her life that she had as love interests were all wonderful  men..but they lacked something that Killian had in spades.. arrogance. The desire to live just to spite his haters. It was one of her favorite things about him, even though she wouldn't tell him that. If  his ego were to get anymore inflated, she feared he would float away. "I can see that now," she answered to him telling her that it would take more than a crocodile to kill him. "I'll try not to make the mistake of thinking that he could actually take you away from me again." She was talking like a woman in love..  Which is exactly what she was. But to say it was something completely different. 

The smile on his face when she made the comment about getting in to her pants, was what she was hoping to see. Although heart to hearts were important, she didn't want to sour the mood with more tears. He was right.. he was fine. He lived..she didn't lose him, and instead of dwelling on what could have happened, the best idea was to enjoy the moments that they had together while they still have them. "I'd argue against it, but there has to be something that keeps you coming back.." she teased, grinning up at him. The next step was inevitable. The two of them had been building themselves up for this moment. It was time to take their relationship to the next step, and she knew he was feeling the same way. When he kissed her lips, she returned the gentle kiss, allowing her hand to fall away from the side of his neck when she walked inside of his room.

To say she was a little nervous was an understatement. It had been so long that she had been...with anyone, and he had wanted her for so long..honestly, she was a little worried that she'd be a disappointment. When Killian closed the door, she turned on her heel and moved in close to him again. "I'm uh.. a little rusty at this.." She lifted on to her tip toes, and lightly kissed his chin before she proceeded to kiss his lips. She didn't tell him she loved him.. not yet..but she hoped it was conveyed in her actions. 

[Killian Jones]

I told you Swan

I'M A SURVIVOR

She spoke of how she could now see that, and stated that she wouldn't make the mistake of thinking that Rumple could take him away from her. Good. That wax exactly what he wanted to hear. He didn't want the Crocodile to win, even if it was in a way that allowed others to think he could destroy their happiness. He was done with giving Rumple that sort of credit and power over them. He wasn't going to let him, not anymore. She went on to say that something kept him coming back.

"Aye, and it's all you," he said, knowing he had stated she was desirable, but wanted to restate it. When they were inside his room, she turned and came toward him, admitting that she was rusty at this. He lost the ability to speak for a moment as he felt her lips on his chin and then on his own. He closed his eyes, basking in the sensation of her touch, a feeling that he had not been able to have without his heart. He wanted to deepen the kiss, to show her how much he loved her because he couldn't say it.

But he held himself back, because he needed to be sure. He knew that she wouldn't be starting this if she wasn't sure . . . at the same time, he felt the need to say something. "Swan . . . " He began to say, trying to gather his thoughts since she was doing a rather remarkable job of ceasing all thought. He opened his eyes to look at her, trying to find the words to ask if she was certain. But all that threatened to slip from his tongue was words professing his love to her. And he couldn't do that. So instead, he just leaned forward to capture her lips, deeply and passionately kissing her, not finding the strength to hold back any longer as his hand went to her jacket and began to pull it off, his hook doing the same as he slid off the leather made jacket.

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Emma could tell that Killian was being a little hesitant. There was no need for it.. not now. She was sure of this.. it was what she wanted. She couldn't bare the idea of something happening to one of them before she could show him just how much he meant to her. It was moments like this that proved how short life could be, and how you had to take advantage of every moment with the ones you.. well.. love. When he spoke her name, she was just about to reassure him that she wanted this. In fact, she was about to pull him in for a kiss, but she was captured in to a deep, passion filled kiss before she could get a chance. She wasn't complaining by any means. She loved how weak he made her knees.. no one else could make her quiver like that.

While he pulled her jacket off, she did the same for him. Her hands then started to scramble to unbutton his shirt. She couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. Although she couldn't say the words yet, she could show him how much she loved him. She could show him how she couldn't stand the idea of living a life without him. Actions spoke louder than words, and she intended on screaming. The kiss never broke as she pushed his shirt down, and allowed her hands to caress his bare torso. A soft moan flowed from her throat against his lips, as she allowed herself to get completely caught up in the heated moment.

[Killian Jones]

I told you Swan

I'M A SURVIVOR

Hook felt her remove his own jacket and once hers was off, he was able to assist in removing his. Before he knew it, she was working her skillful hands in undoing his buttons as his shirt joined their jackets on the floor. The incredible of her soft hands caressing his now bare chest was more incredible than he had ever imagined it to be. Because, well, of course he had thought of this before. Longed for it. To unite their hearts, bodies and souls. And now, she was allowing him to do that. The soft moan that was release into the kiss sounded so wonderful to hear, for it was further evidence that she was lowering her guard . . . that she was just feeling and reacting rather than over thinking anything. He liked to see her this, uncontrolled.

His hand went to the bottom of her shirt, starting to pull it up, though was tempting to just rip it off with his hook. If they were in her room, perhaps he would have. But she would have to leave eventually, and he doubted she wanted to be seen wearing his shirt -- since that would show obvious signs of what she had been doing. He broke the kiss for only a moment as he pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it to the side carelessly. His lips returned to her in fervent desire, coaxing her mouth open with his own so that he could explore it and take in her delicious taste. His hand roamed over her now bare shoulders, with the exception of a strap to another garment she wore on top.

His lips moved to her neck, creating a trail of kisses downward, as his mouth went to her shoulder to create another path, until he reached the strap. At which point, he took it between his teeth, lowering it down and allowing his lips and tongue to slowly trail along the skin of her shoulder while doing so. His hook went to the strap on the other side, hooking the strap on the tip of the metal replacement for his hand, carefully dragging it down and allowing the cool metal to caress her skin without cutting her. He didn't know how else to get it off, but had found a rather creative means of doing so. Had he not been so caught up in the moment, he would have boasted about it.

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It was finally happening. After so much build up, the two of them were finally going to take their relationship to the next level..and Emma couldn't wait. When Killian started to pull off her clothing, she assisted the best that she could. She lifted her arms when he pulled off her shirt, and when she felt his mouth dipping to her neck, then to the strap of her bra to pull it down, she sighed in a dreamy sort of way. Her own lips moved to the side of his neck, kissing it softly as her hands worked to unbutton his shirt. She really loved the way he switched to more modern clothing, but honestly, Killian could wear anything and still look good..she couldn't wait to see what was underneath it all. 

His hook raked over her bare skin, and the softest of moans escaped her throat. She could feel goosebumps all over her back, and her arms. "Mmm.." she hummed, pushing his shirt over his shoulders. Her hands slid slowly along his biceps and she stepped forward, pressing her body against her's. Her lips captured his, and she started to kiss him with a deep, burning passion. She draped her arms over his shoulders, and she jumped in to his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Clearly she couldn't, and wouldn't wait until they were completely undressed. The foreplay between the two of them had lasted far too long..she was ready for the two of them to unite in every way possible. 

[Killian Jones]

I told you Swan

I'M A SURVIVOR

She felt so incredible. While this was not the first time they had kissed, it was the first time they had shared such an embrace under these circumstances of knowing what was to come next. And it meant far more to him than he could say. He had desired her for so long -- longer than she had desired him -- and so now knowing that she was ready to take their relationship to the next stage filled him with joy and honor. He refrained from saying those three words that he had known in his heart for so long. Her actions spoke plenty and even if it was left unsaid between them . . . he felt loved by her. Especially right now, with the way she kissed him and touched him.

Feeling her hands on his bare upper body caused the strong sensations it inspired within him to course through his entire body. As did the light kisses she placed along his neck. With her body pressed against his he was reminded of the growing ache within him that he felt for her. That desire turning into something stronger, more intense than ever before. With her upper body now unclad, he let his eyes linger over the curves of her perfectly formed figure. She looked breathtakingly beautiful and Killian was at a loss for words. She then captured him in another kiss, one he immediately returned before she jumped into his arms. His hand held her from underneath as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his own. Without a second of hesitation, he began walking over to the bed, his arms under her to help support her though her strong legs were doing a skillful job of keeping a hold around him.

Once they reached the bed, he laid her back, positioning himself on top of her without breaking the kiss. He wanted to savor the moment but at the same time, he wanted her so badly. After having been deprived of his heart and all the emotions associated with it . . . he felt the overpowering rush of their return, and it was all filled with feelings for Emma. Filled with his love for her. He broke the kiss for only a moment, keeping his lips brushed against hers and their foreheads touching. He needed to catch his breath for a moment, heavily inhaling and exhaling. His hand fell between them to her pants where he hastily undid them, proceeding to pull it down. He then used his hook to snap off the strap of her underwear, causing it to fall apart and then tossing the fabric aside as he lacked the patience to properly remove it. His lips then hungrily returned to hers, filled with a heated fervent desire.

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Emma was completely lost in the moment. Nothing in the world at the moment mattered aside from Killian. Even though she knew that she wasn't going to lose him, the threat had still been there, and she never wanted it to happen again. She was far too torn apart. This, what they were doing, felt so right.. it was a long time coming. Everything they had gone through had built up to this moment when Emma finally let her guard down long enough to be intimate with him. As he carried her to the bed, she clung to him as though if she let go, he'd slip out of her arms. 

Once she was placed down, although she wanted to continue kissing him, she used the time that he took to breathe to take a breath of her own. While he removed her underwear skillfully with his hook, she moved her hands to his pants, undoing them as quickly as possible. She didn't want to waste anymore time.. too much had already been wasted. She wasn't going to hold back anymore...not with Killian. After his pants were undone, she used her knees, with help from her feet, to tug his pants down. Her hands moved to his back, and the back of his neck, caressing his skin and his hair when he captured her lips in another kiss. 

She returned his kiss with just as much hunger and passion as he had. Her nails lightly over the skin of his back as she arched her body against his, urging him to take her. There was no question of if she was sure that this was what she wanted anymore.. This was what she needed. What both of them needed. 

[Killian Jones]

I told you Swan

I'M A SURVIVOR

As he focused on the removal of her clothes, she focused on his. Which was of course perfectly fine with him. In fact, feeling her unfasten his pants only strengthened the already strong and aching desire he felt for her. Every touch resulted in an intense sensation. Being her her was not like being with just any woman and he knew why. It was because he loved her. The emotional bond tended to intensify the physical intimacy. This was not some meaningless night of uncontrolled passion. It was so much more than that . . . and he wanted to savor every second of it.

He heavily breathed when he felt her use her legs and knees to push his pants down, the feeling of her skin moving along his causing so much to stir within him. As did her hands that moved along his back and neck. Feeling her arch pressed their bodies closer together, feeling her soft skin against adding to all the desire he felt for her. His own hand moved along her perfectly formed body, feeling every part of her he could, and never more desperate for his other hand so that he could touch her with that as well. But alas, he only had one and he would have to make do with it. He slowly broke from the kiss, keeping his forehead against hers as he half opened his eyes. His gaze was filled with whatever emotions she filled him with. "Swan . . . " He began to say, those three words oh so dangerously close to slipping out.

But he knew better. He knew that while they could physically show each other how much they cared for one another, saying the words may be too soon. He only hoped that he could make her feel them, just as she made him feel it. He advised himself against saying anything of the sort, and instead, lowered his lips to her in a deep, passionate embrace, filled with fervent desire. His hand moved lower, guiding himself to her and without another moment's hesitation, he pushed inside of her. The action was enough to cause him to heavily exhale in pleasure, his imagination not doing nearly enough justice to how incredible it felt to finally join their bodies as one.

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They were both completely enveloped within each other, and getting lost in the moment was a dangerous recipe for them both to let those three words slip out.. She could tell when Killian spoke her name that he was about to follow it with something else. Although deep down she craved to hear them.. to say them.. she knew that she had to take this in small steps. It's not that she didn't feel it.. she was just afraid to speak the words. When he kissed her, instead of speaking further, she was glad to return the kiss. A soft hum rolled from her throat against his lips. 

When she felt him sliding in to her, she allowed her head to fall back and she let out a small moan. "Killian," she cried out, suddenly feeling as though her whole body was filled with electricity. Her legs parted a little wider to give him more room to move, as her nails pushed through his hair. Sure, she had been with men before, but this was so different somehow. It was intense, and filled with emotion. She moved her hips, again, coaxing him to push deeper in to her. "Don't hold back," she breathed following another soft moan. She had a small grin when she spoke, but she soon bit down on her lip as her face twisted in pleasure. 

It was filling her like a burning flame.. she wanted more.. needed more..

[Killian Jones]

I told you Swan

I'M A SURVIVOR

Though her actions were revealing of the fact that she wasn't having hesitations about any of this, her words eliminated the last shred of doubt in his mind that she may be reluctant to move their relationship to this level. Hearing the way she said his name, filled him with such strong emotions. She had of course said his name before, but never in this tone. The unfamiliarity of it, the way it sounded was utterly beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. He felt her body move under him in encouraging motions, and he found her words so incredibly easy to comply with.

Don't hold back she had told him, and he had no intention of doing so. He thrust into her again, a long drawn out motion in attempt to savor the pleasure that filled every fiber of his being. Though he longed to gaze upon her beauty, he couldn't fight the force that made him close his eyes when feeling this intense pleasure. He pushed into her again, a breathy groan emitting from deep within his throat. He lowered his lips to the side of her neck, kissing along it as he silently praised the perfect way it was formed; everything about her just seemed to epitomize perfection and beauty.

He pushed into her again, moving deeper inside of her core. His hand returned to graze her body, cupping her breast as his palm filled with the warm of it. He gently massaged it, basking in all he was feeling right now. Soon enough, he built a steady rhythm of each thrust, not wanting to rush it but also couldn't move at a totally slow pace. Not with all she was making him feel. Her name involuntarily escaped his lips as they were pressed against her neck, unable to control the sound of pleasure.

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The feeling of Killian thrusting in to her made her feel as though she were on fire. She lowered her hands to the sheets of his bed, and she clutched them tightly as her back arched once more. He made her feel incredible.. no one had ever made her feel that good before. One of her hands moved away from the wrinkled sheet and she grasped his hook. She moved the hook to her lips where she pressed a small kiss to the steel. She then lowered the hook to her chest, and guided it along her torso, gasping as she felt the coolness against her hot skin. Goosebumps erupted all over her body, and she let out another moan..this one was a bit louder. 

His hand grasping her breast made her quiver, along with the feeling of the hook. There was just something so sexy about it.. It drove her even closer to the brink of ecstasy just being this intimate with Killian. She wanted to shout out that she loved him now, more than ever...but she knew that she had to be careful with those words. It was so hard right now to focus on what she was saying.. He was making her feel so wonderful.

"Killian," she cooed over, and over again.