[For those first few seconds, there's nothing to keep it from being a good moment for her. If Storybrooke doesn't give them any downtime, she can only imagine what they're in for here - another fight to get home, more of the same considering all they've been through - but it doesn't matter. She's learned that for a few seconds at a time, they two of them can be happy. Sometimes it stretches out to minutes, to days, weeks if they're lucky, but a normal life isn't in the cards for them. It's not the kind of thing you get to have when your parents are Snow White and Prince Charming, and your boyfriend is Captain Hook - but if that's the tradeoff for having someone who loves her enough to face every challenge with her, then Emma isn't about to complain.
They do alright most of the time. Neither one of them has the best luck with love, and they both struggle with what that means for their relationship. They have every reason to turn and run if they wanted to, but they haven't. And she's at the point where she believes they won't. She never expected to find love again after Neal left. She didn't want it, she didn't believe in it, and she definitely didn't believe she was capable of having it. He might have heard her say it before, but to Emma it's a first; and a damn good one, too.
If they're supposed to be concerned with the situation they're in, that will have to wait. She lets herself get lost in that kiss; having him near, knowing he's safe, feeling loved and realizing her feelings are out in the open. It's not perfect, but it's strong, and real, and worth fighting for. She kisses him like it's the start of something better for them because she thinks it is. There's no hiding her feelings from him anymore, no being afraid that the truth will be too much to take. She's not waiting for him to walk away, or to decide it's too much. Part of her will always be afraid of losing him, but that means she'll have to fight that much harder to make sure she doesn't.
Things are going well until he pulls back, which forces her to remember where they are, and how few answers they have. She'd start to lay out the questions she has about the building, but Killian's quicker at putting words together - the last ones she was expecting him to say.] The curse?
[There's no curse. They've dealt with plenty of them, but this isn't one. And she didn't disappear. There was no darkness, at least not in the way he seems to be asking about it.]
Killian, what curse?
[She frowns, brow lined and heavy, head tilted to meet his gaze.] I think I'd remember disappearing.
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They do alright most of the time. Neither one of them has the best luck with love, and they both struggle with what that means for their relationship. They have every reason to turn and run if they wanted to, but they haven't. And she's at the point where she believes they won't. She never expected to find love again after Neal left. She didn't want it, she didn't believe in it, and she definitely didn't believe she was capable of having it. He might have heard her say it before, but to Emma it's a first; and a damn good one, too.
If they're supposed to be concerned with the situation they're in, that will have to wait. She lets herself get lost in that kiss; having him near, knowing he's safe, feeling loved and realizing her feelings are out in the open. It's not perfect, but it's strong, and real, and worth fighting for. She kisses him like it's the start of something better for them because she thinks it is. There's no hiding her feelings from him anymore, no being afraid that the truth will be too much to take. She's not waiting for him to walk away, or to decide it's too much. Part of her will always be afraid of losing him, but that means she'll have to fight that much harder to make sure she doesn't.
Things are going well until he pulls back, which forces her to remember where they are, and how few answers they have. She'd start to lay out the questions she has about the building, but Killian's quicker at putting words together - the last ones she was expecting him to say.] The curse?
[There's no curse. They've dealt with plenty of them, but this isn't one. And she didn't disappear. There was no darkness, at least not in the way he seems to be asking about it.]
Killian, what curse?
[She frowns, brow lined and heavy, head tilted to meet his gaze.] I think I'd remember disappearing.