Killian was the one who was looser with the displays of affection, before. It’d be a kiss to the forehead by a space heater or a kiss to her cheek at the station or one last kiss to her hand while he watched her go up the elevator shaft. His hand was the one to seek hers, more often than not, and the praises for her spilled from his lips constantly. Even when they were enemies it was ‘beautiful’ or ‘brilliant’ or ‘tough’.
Emma was more open with her displays of affection, before. With Neal she kissed him constantly, beamed as bright as she felt, tugged him along with a laugh and a grin. She felt it all come out of her with the click of the cuffs around her wrists.
Being open, being free, being loving wasn’t worth it, after that. Wearing your heart on your sleeve only led to disappointment.
(She wouldn’t even kiss her one night stands, most of the time. Emma wouldn’t let them, just would lean back and tell them not to make it more than it was.)
Emma kissed Killian for the first time to prove a point.
She kissed his cheek retreating from Granny’s, once, with the pressure of everything else pressing down on her. It was fleeting, quick, thoughtless. Emma was affectionate with Killian, sure, little by little. But it was rarer, before she could think better of it, an automatic reflex rather than an intentional gesture.
When she turned around in that graveyard, seeing Killian on the other side - back from the dead - it was all intention. Emma couldn’t think, couldn’t decide, couldn’t listen - all she knew was that he was here and with her and she couldn’t stop trying to feel him, trying to cling to him, trying to never let him go. She kissed his cheeks and his neck and every spot she could reach - laughing against him in a delighted sound and hearing a deeper version reflected and telling him, telling him how relieved she is and how happy she is.
Emma leads him back to their house, their home, their future and she doesn’t stop kissing him.
(It’s easier without the armor, to show how much she loves him, how much she cares. It’s a bit of who she used to be, the girl with the heart on her sleeve and grin on her cherry lips and a sparkle in her glasses-covered eyes. She’s all grown up, now, but she can retain that. The girl who she used to be, the hope she used to have, the hope she can have now.)
(The girl who hoped for a future and the woman who can, now.)
(They both keep their promises.)
The last kiss of the night comes long after he’s fallen asleep, when she refuses to take her eyes off of him for fear he’ll disappear. Emma presses a kiss to his heart, beating steadily under her ear, and finally falls asleep once her eyes can’t stay open anymore.