You Brought Me Home - Captain Swan Fanfic

Chapter 3

Killian stared deeply at Emma, trying to stay very concentrated on what she had to confess. However, the truth was that he couldn't sit still. So many thoughts were racing through his mind. He kept thinking of Emma confessing that she didn't feel for him as he did her. What would happen if she told him this? He tried imagining his life without her. It struck him in his mind and in his heart. It hurt too much. He realized that after everything, life without her wasn't possible.

"Killian, everything's okay. There's no need to be worried," Emma explained, seeing his face growing with worry from his thoughts.

He nodded, reassuring to himself and to her that he was okay.

"Okay," she sighed. She hadn't even thought how she was going to tell him. She was hoping it would all just come out. Way to prepare, Emma, she thought to herself.

"Killian, all that we've been through together, all that we've done, it has impacted me so much." She hesitated, trying to make everything sound right. "I honestly have no idea what I'm about to say to you," she chuckled lightly.

He revealed the slightest smirk. He loved it when she spoke to him honestly. He loved it when she was speaking in general. He loved her.

"What I'm trying to say, is that lately I just can't stop thinking about you. I know I've been running for so long now, I was afraid. You saw that way before I did. An open book, right?" she laughed a little, remembering the beanstalk.

His eyes were glistening with delight because he knew that he was wrong. Emma did not have negative feelings toward him. He breathed in, feeling tears on the verge of becoming known to Emma.

She continued, "You and Henry, you two have the most wonderful bond I could hope for. Because of Neal, you understand Henry, and you try so hard for him. You and I, we understand each other, more than I understand a lot of things. Killian, I need to stop pushing things away. I need to stop running from everything..from you. I love you."

Emma was still plumped in her chair, just as Killian was. She began spilling a huge amount of tears from her eyes. She looked back down at her hands that her tears were falling on. She felt so embarrassed of the way she was acting. Her reaction wasn't expected, but she felt free now that she let out her true feelings. Before she could think anymore, she noticed a hand reaching for hers.

She glanced up at Killian to find him in tears as well. His larger hand was grasping hers while his hook supported them, and she attempted to smile through her crying.

"Oh, Swan. You don't know how long I've been waiting to here you say that," he swallowed and smiled at her.

They both stood up right then and embraced each other. She was crying on his leather jacket, but he could care less. His head was buried in her golden hair and they both held one another for a good minute. Neither of them wanted to ever let go.

When they parted from the hug, Killian was grinning at her.

"What?" she giggled, dry tears on her face.

"I love you too, Emma Swan," he said to her.

Staring at each other intensely, they leaned together again. This time, it was their lips that connected.

The Pirate and the Princess stood there, lips locked, moving in perfect sync, forgetting about everything else in the world.

That is, until Henry walked in the room.

As soon as they heard the door click open, they departed from the kiss.

Henry stood there not knowing what to say. Emma's mouth hung open, trying to catch words. Killian bit his tongue, as clueless as the other two.

Henry finally spoke first, "Did I...interrupt..?" he started.

"No, uh, Henry," Emma responded, resting her hand on Killian's shoulder, then gripping his hand. She moved toward Henry.

Sniffling, she spoke again, "Uh, what did you need? Is everything okay?"

He studied his mom and Killian for a moment and replied, "Um, Grandma is here and she asked for you," he explained.

Emma glanced at Killian and then turned back to Henry. "Oh, okay. Could you go tell her I'll be down there in just a minute?" she asked, smiling.

He nodded and slowly backed out of the room. She heard his footsteps going down the stairs, and she turned to Killian once again.

"Oh god," she sighed, laughing. "I've got to explain to him sooner than I thought I would."

Brushing her arm with his hook, he spoke, "It'll be fine, love. I'll go talk with Henry, not about this, of course, while you go and see why your mother is here," he decided.

She let out a deep breath, "Okay, sounds good."

He smiled at her and headed for the door. Inches away, Emma stopped him.

"Wait, Killian."

He turned around to find her coming towards him. She grabbed his jacket, pulling his body to hers, and planting her lips firmly on his.

He moved his hand to her lower back as she ran her hands through his hair. The kiss was quite passionate.

Emma smiled and rested her forehead on his. As surprised as he was, he softy kissed her once more.

"I thought," he breathed out, with a smirk upon his face, "that was a one-time thing."

Emma grinned, their bodies still close together, "Change of plans."

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When they finally moved away from each other, Killian walked down the stairs to find Henry glued to the couch, his eyes focused on his video game.

Emma, still upstairs, smiled to herself. Taking the last ten minutes in, she confidently opened the door and went to find Mary Margaret.

Passing by Henry and Killian on the couch together, she noticed her mom standing in the kitchen.

"Hey!" Emma said with delight.

Snow looked at Emma happily, but suspiciously, "Hey, Emma," she smiled.

"What's up?"

"Um, I came over to ask you if you wanted to come out to dinner with us? 'Us' meaning Charming, Regina, Robin, Roland, and I. Would you like to join us?"

Emma peered over at the guys on the couch.

Snow tried to convince her, "They're invited too, of course."

"That sounds nice," Emma decided.

Snow squinted, studying Emma. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Fine, why? Do I not look okay?" she glanced down at herself and entered the kitchen with Snow.

"Um, no, you look great. It's just, you seem a bit...smitten."

Emma picked up a muffin and peered at Mary Margaret, "Smitten?" she repeated.

Snow nodded. "I know what it looks like and you, honey, are it."

Emma took one more bite, finishing her muffin. She spoke with a muffled voice, her mouth full. "Can e talk bout this latr?" was all that came out. She chewed for a moment, then her voice was clear again. "Maybe at dinner?" she smiled trying to ask Snow as nicely as possible. She wasn't ready to tell her mom about Killian. The right time was not right now and she wanted to wait a little while.

"Yeah, okay. Sure," Mary Margaret gave up.

Emma smiled at her and headed for the couch.

"You're sure everything's okay, though?" Snow asked once more.

"Mom," Emma whined. "Everything is perfect!" she assured her.

Emma walked over to the couch where Henry and Killian were. An arm wrapped around her: Killian's. She felt comforted as she thought about her mom, and her dad. And Henry. And all the other people she was going to have to tell. She wondered if anything would change. She pushed the thought out of her mind and sat there, loving the way it was right then, relaxing in Killian's arms.