captainswanismyendgame:

A/N: So @useyourhook said she was having a bad day, and wanted some CS comfort…and this little itty bitty thing came out. I guess I just can’t not include some sort of smut element. lol Unbeta’d and super shot, but it’s late lol. 

“Swan? Emma, are you alright?”

Emma was jerked out of her momentary daydream by her husband’s concerned tone. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Because you never answered my question, and then I saw that far away look in your eye.” 

“I’m sorry. I guess I was just thinking about how is almost been a year since…” her voice cracked as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. 

Killian knew exactly what she was referring to, and he pulled her body close to his, encasing her in his arms. The dam broke, her tears falling freely as he held her. Killian leaned his mouth to her ear. “Love, you did what you had to do to save everyone. And I wanted to be your hero; everyone’s hero. How many times do I have to remind you that I’m a survivor?” 

Killian heard her laugh through the tears. “Still, I’m the one that killed you…”

“And yet, here I stand, fully intact.” Emma pulled her head away from his chest, eyes reddened and her face damp. He pulled her face up to meet his, and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I love you, Emma. I am only here because you fought for me.”

Emma smiled. “Your are my happy ending as much I am yours.” 

“And I am forever grateful. Now, I believe we have business to attend to, lass.” Killian pulled away from his wife, who was being suspended by one of the masts on the Jolly Roger, completely naked. “What shall it be today? The riding crop? Or the cat o’ nine tails?” 

“Whichever pleases you, Captain.”