Killian kissed Emma with a languor and ease of one who wished to be no where else. He loved the feel of her soft lips on his, her fingers burrowed in his hair, pulling him closer, giving him everything she possessed.
Because now she was done running.
Emma broke away, laughing breathlessly. Killian smiled down at her, his hand caressing across her cheek.
“What a muses you so, love?” He asked, smiling down at her.
Emma smiled back, her green eyes shinning with warmth and love.
“It’s been so long since I’ve … since I’ve felt as though I am right where I am meant to be.”
Killian chuckled. “Thank god for that. I was growing wearing of chasing you-it was quite a chase ”
Emma reached up, her hand cupping his face, her thumb tracing across the fading scare on his cheek.
“No more chasing, no more running. Not anymore.” She pressed her forehead against his. “I won’t run from what I want.”
Killian laughed breathlessly. “That is most fortuitous. Because, Swan, I am never letting you go.”
Killian leaned down and kissed her with a passionate fervor, pulling her from her seat and into his lap. And Killian knew at that moment, now and forever, he had found his home.