Well this 'writer's block' story is quickly becoming a way for my to procrastinate on any other writing! Some reviewers asked for a follow up, so I thought I would share my extremely wishful speculation about tomorrow's episode!

Thanks again for the reviews, they are always appreciated!

Her muscles aching and her lungs protesting for oxygen, Emma stopped running and rested her back against a tree. God she was getting too old for this Saviour crap. Her battle with Gold had exhausted her, and she had a terrible feeling he was just getting started. But none of that mattered, not now, because Emma finally held it, gingerly, in her palm. She felt a little embarrassed to be gazing at Killian's heart so intently, like she was intruding on something very intimate. But at the same time, she couldn't look away. She didn't know how to describe it, but it just felt like him. Now she just had to get it back where it belonged.

Emma knew, as the Saviour, and as one of the few immune to the curse of shattered sight, there were innumerable other things she should be focused on. But thinking of Killian, heartless, under the Dark One's control, she just couldn't think of a single task worthy of her attention other than reclaiming his heart. Perhaps that was selfish, but it was the truth. Her mind wandered, wondering for how long he had been without it. And for the hundredth time since she'd learned the truth, she cursed herself for not noticing sooner. How could she have not noticed that his heart was missing?

"I'd rather not play games dearie," Gold's voice rang out in the distance. Emma held her breath and was snapped back to reality. He was getting closer. "Give it back now, and I promise I won't harm you or anyone else in your Charming family."

Yeah, Emma thought. Why lift a finger when your buddy the Snow Queen can do the work for you?

A crack of thunder rang in the darkened sky above them. Emma bent down and grabbed a small stone off the forrest floor. She threw it as far as she could off to her right, away from the road. She heard the crunch of leaves and the snapping of twigs as Gold moved off away from her. She jogged off in the opposite direction as quietly and as quickly as she could, cradling the heart against her chest, trying to keep from jostling it too much.

"Now Miss. Swan, why did you have to run?" Gold said, suddenly appearing in front of her. With a flick of his wrist, Emma was sent flying. She collided with a tree and slumped onto the ground, her already weary body complaining at the impact. Killian's heart slipped from her fingers and bounced along the ground. Emma winced as she imaged the pain Killian would feel back in the loft. She crawled along the dirt floor and pulled the heart reverently back against her body. She closed her eyes and tried to call upon her magic to, hell to do something, anything. But with a sickening jolt, she realized she was spent. Panting, she rose to her feet, shakily. She rested her free hand against the tree beside her for support.

"This is your last chance dearie," Gold said, standing in front of her again. "Return what belongs to me." Emma met his gaze fiercely. She swallowed thickly as a terrible, last ditch attempt, of a plan took root in her mind.

"It's not yours," She said simply. Her voice surprisingly steadily. She pressed Killian's heart against her own chest and with a rough gasp, it disappeared into her body. Gold's reaction was lost on her as she fell to her knees, not prepared for the barrage of emotions that assaulted her. Emma shut her eyes against the pain, the loss, the grief and the anger that washed over her. She felt the loss of Killian's parents, of Liam, of Milah and she wondered how he could stand it. How Killian could even get out of bed each morning with a heart so full of sorrow. She felt the turmoil Killian felt when Gold betrayed him. The anguish after every lie he told her. She felt tears pouring down her face as she sobbed, her chest burning with pain. She fell forward and balled her fists into the dirt, scratching and clawing at the Earth in front of her.

Just when Emma thought she couldn't take it anymore, her hand reaching up to remove his heart from her chest, a new sensation enveloped her. She felt warm and safe and happy. She felt complete. With a small start, she realized it was love. She felt Killian's love for her. She smiled, instantly recognizing the feeling as one she herself carried for Killian in her own heart, for longer than she cared to admit. She rose from the ground, her lips still curved in a smile. She felt like her entire body was tingling. Like she was alive.

"That's a nice little trick, dearie," Gold said with a smirk. "But I'll still have that heart." He moved to reach inside Emma's chest, but a golden light danced around Emma, creating a barrier between her and Gold and he was pushed back. Emma's magic coursed through her veins and she felt more powerful than she had ever before. Her chest felt peculiar, but not unpleasant, as two sets of heartbeats pounded under her breast. Gold pulled his hand close to his body as if he had been burned.

"The Saviour's heart can't be removed," Emma said, as she stepped towards him. "And Killian's heart has belonged to the Saviour for a while now." Her magic restored, she hurled Gold away from her, his body slumping against a boulder. She had every intention of dealing with Gold, but right now there was something else she wanted to take care of. She closed her eyes and golden binding restrained him, as she had done with Killian in the loft.

When she opened her eyes again, Emma was back in the loft. She couldn't help but smile when she saw the mess of the apartment. Lamps lay broken on the floor, tables were overturned. Hook apparently had struggled against his restraints. Fortunately he had been unable to completely free himself, as her magical cuffs still stone brightly at his wrists.

"Come to finish the job then, Princess," Killian asked as he quirked his brow at her. He was breathing heavily, either from the exertion of his failed escape or from the pain he felt as Emma jostled his heart, she wasn't sure.

Without answering him, Emma knelt down beside him and unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers surprisingly steady. She gave him a small smile as she closed her eyes and reached inside her own chest. Emma gave a small sigh of relief when she was met with no magical resistance. With a flourish, she proudly brandished his heart. She felt slightly empty at the loss of its presence, even though it had only resided in her chest for a short time. She wanted to say something. She wanted him to know that she understood the magnitude of his emotions. And that she felt the same way. Her eyes searched his face, and she frowned as she saw that he was still very much under the curse's influence. His face was contorted in anger and his eyes were fractured with mirror dust. He was still an angry Hook and not her Killian. She pursed her lips and realized that her declarations would have to wait.

"Is that…" He asked, his face wary. Emma nodded in response and, as gently as she could manage, pushed his heart against his chest and returned it to where it belonged. His face twisted in pain and for an instant, Emma was worried that she'd done something wrong.

"Killian," Emma said, her hand still resting on his chest. "Talk to me, what's happening?" After an agonizing moment, Emma felt his chest rumble beneath her palm and laughter spilled from his lips.

"Swan, you're a bloody marvel," He said, with a broad smile. Emma felt her heart flip as his clear blue eyes, brimming with emotion, met hers steadily.

"Killian, is that you?" Emma said. She held her breath, never wanting anything else so badly in her life.

"Aye," He said simply, still smiling widely, his eyes crinkled with joy. Emma felt weak with relief. Without consciously thinking it, the bonds restraining him vanished and Emma wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He wasted no time pulling her close to him, his arms tight around her waist. She dropped her head to the crook of his neck and fought back tears as she nuzzled deeper into his embrace. Killian kissed her temple again and again. His hand trailing up her back to run through her hair. With a shaky breath, Emma pulled away. She settled back onto her knees, still resting on either side of him.

"You know I am absolutely furious with you right?" Emma said simply, meeting his eyes with a fierce gaze. "Like, can't remember another time in my life I've been so angry kind of furious."

"Aye, I would imagine so," Killian said, his usual cockiness and swagger gone. He bashfully eyed a scratch in the hardwood and ran his hand along the back of his neck.

"How could you not tell me?" Emma asked. Her voice sounded small and needy, but she was so relieved she had even managed to get the question out, she didn't mind.

"He compelled me not to, I tried, but—"

Emma shook her head. "No, I mean, before. When you were, working for him," She pursed her lips together tightly. "You could have trusted me—"

"I have always trusted you Emma. He would have hurt you, hurt Henry, everyone you cared about—"

"I care about you, Killian," Emma said, her voice much steadier now. She reached out and held his face between her hands. His scruff rough against her palms. He closed his eyes at her touch. "Killian, I love you." His eyes sprung open at the comment.

"Emma," He said, voice faltering as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes searching hers desperately. "You love me?"

"I love you," She said again as she trailed her thumb over his lip. They curved into a large smile under her touch.

"I can't tell you how long I've dreamt of hearing those three words fall from your lips," He said, his arms pulling her close again. His moved his hand to stroke her cheek, his other arm still pulling her tightly against him, stopping just before their lips touched. "I love you too, Emma. With every fibre of my being," His words hot against her lips.

Their lips crashed together at the same moment. There was nothing tentative about their kiss, it was all passion and desire and love. Killian's free arm reached around her and pulled her body closer to his. Emma stopped holding herself above him and sank into his lap. Her hands drifted from his face to his hair, tugging lightly. He moaned at the sensation and Emma smiled against his lips, glad to have gotten a reaction out of him. Killian's tongue caressed her lips and then slipped into her eager mouth. Emma felt like her entire body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling. She pulled away reluctantly, breathlessly resting her forehead against his.

"I love you," Killian repeated as he peppered small kisses along her jaw and down her neck. His stubble tickling her soft skin. Emma tilted her head back to allow him better access. She felt delightfully warm. She realized with a jolt that some of the warmth she felt was due to the sun was streaming in through the window.

"Killian," Emma said, reluctantly interrupting his efforts. "The curse, I think it's broken."

"The Saviour has done it once again," He said, his voice free of sarcasm.

"Not this time, I didn't do anything," Emma said untangling their limbs and rising to her feet. She smiled at him coyly. "I was too preoccupied with your heart. It must have been Elsa and Anna. Come on, let's find out." She pulled him to his feet and he smiled before kissing her chastely once more.

"I'd follow you anywhere, Swan."

Since Granny's had been badly damaged during the curse, the traditional Broken Curse Party was moved to Mary Margret and David's loft. Emma wasn't sure when, but at some point, during all the congratulatory hugs and reconciliations, she'd lost Killian. She had felt him becoming more and more quiet as the evening wore on, until suddenly he was no longer by her side. She felt vaguely annoyed that he had left her. More annoyed that he hadn't taken her with him.

In his absence, Emma turned into a terrible party guest. She found herself easily distracted. Those three magic words they had said to each other tumbling around in her mind. She didn't regret saying them, but Killian's sudden retreat made her wonder if he did. In the past, Emma would have simply let him pull away. But that was before she learned exactly how the Snow Queen's curse was broken. Armed with his hook (that had been forgotten at the Sheriff's Station), Emma nervously stood in front of his door at Granny's. Well the bed and breakfast was a little smoky, it seemed relatively unscathed compared to the rest of the diner. Summoning her courage, she'd faced a dragon before after all, this was nothing, she knocked on his door.

"Swan," He said pulling the door open, looking only slightly surprised to see her. He still wore his pirate gear, although his long coat was missing from the ensemble. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, the curse is definitely broken," She said with a smile. "Although we're not sure where Gold or the Snow Queen are, but that's a problem for another day." He smiled in response, but made no move to invite her in. Emma cleared her throat awkwardly and then brandished his hook in front of her. "Thought you might want this."

"Aye, I wondered where that went," He said, after hesitating for a moment. He snapped the hook back into place and nodded his thanks. "Well, if that's all," He said, moving to shut the door.

"Killian," Emma said, her tone sharper than she intended. Her boot caught the door and she pushed into his room. "We need to talk."

"Aye," He said, shutting the door behind her. He ran his hand through his hair, causing it to stick up at all angles. "I was hoping to avoid the conversation where you pull away. Where you tell me you misspoke." He met her eyes and he looked wrecked. and Emma felt her heart constrict as understanding settled over her. "I just wanted to believe you loved me for one night, Swan. But since you're here—"

"Killian," Emma said again, much softer this time. "I do love you. I'm not here to take anything back…" She reached out and captured his hand in her own, squeezing it tightly.

"Oh," He said, a smile on his face before he could stop it. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips and he looked at her expectantly. "Forgive me, Swan. To what then do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Elsa and Anna didn't break the curse Killian," Emma said, her tongue suddenly feeling heavy in her throat. She cleared her throat, nervously. "We did."

"How…" He quirked his brow. "Ah, not our kiss?"

"True Love's," Emma said, suddenly feeling silly using such a term to describe her feelings. It sounded so juvenile and what she felt for the man in front of her was so much, more.

"Emma," Killian said, his voice low. "I know that, label, is a lot to live up to. And I don't want you to feel any pressure towards—"

His words died on his lips and Emma grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a bruising kiss. She was done talking. She was done running from him, from their love. It still scared her, but she knew that together, they could handle it. Impatient, Emma tore at Killian's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. He groaned and lightly bit her lip as she pushed his shirt onto the ground. Killian, recovered from the shock of her advance, finally sprung into action. His hook pulled her hips against his and his hand unzipped her jacket and it joined his shirt on the floor. Their hands explored each other's exposed skin hungrily. Killian's hand brushed against her stomach and Emma jumped as a jolt of pain rushed through her.

"Emma," He said, his breathing ragged as he broke their kiss. He trailed his thumb over the long cut his hook had given her earlier. "Gods, I am so sorry." She shivered against him, his touch sending shockwaves down to her core.

"It's okay," She said, her hands still roaming over his bare chest. "It wasn't you." She moved to kiss him again, but he pulled away. Emma settled for resting her forehead against his, bumping noses playfully.

"Except it was Emma. That, that darkness, it's always been inside me. The curse only brought it to the surface. I, I remember everything from the curse. I—" His voice broke as he burrowed his head into her shoulder. Emma felt warm tears against her neck. "Gods, Emma I'm so sorry."

"Killian, look at me," Emma implored, trying to reach him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, kissing his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. She rubbed small circles with her hands on his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. "Please, look at me Killian." He reluctantly met her eyes and the sadness Emma saw reflected at her almost broke her heart. She brushed his tears away and cradled his face in her palms.

"I don't believe that's true, even for a minute," He started to speak, but she kissed him soundly, refusing to let him interrupt her. "I've seen your heart, held it in my hands, in my chest. It's not dark. But, even if it was, I don't care Killian. I meant what I said before, I love you. All of you," She whispered against his lips. "Including whatever darkness you think is below the surface."

"Emma, I don't want to hurt you. Not ever—"

"Then don't. Don't push me away. Not now," She smiled, not missing the irony that it was her asking him to let her in. "I love you," She said again.

"Gods, Emma, I love you too," He rasped.

"Good," She said with a smile. She pulled him close and kissed him for all she was worth. Their breath was heated and filled with pent up desire and anticipation. They each fought for control of the kiss, alternating give and take, neither willing to leave the other unsatisfied. The rest of their clothing hit the floor after a flurry of movement, their hands everywhere desperately trying to memorize every inch of their lover's skin.

Emma pulled away and sprawled on the small bed, her blonde locks like a halo around her head. Killian grinned like a fool as he eyed her, his glance predatory. Never taking his eyes off of her, he removed his brace and let it fall unceremoniously on the ground with their clothing.

"Bloody breathtaking," Killian whispered he finally crawled over her, the bed dipping slightly under their weight. He trailed slow, soft kisses from her navel up to the valley between her breasts. His hand cupped her breast, his callused palm rough against her sensitive skin. Emma moaned as he nipped at her neck, his tongue quickly darting out to soothe the delightful burn his teeth left.

"You're not so bad yourself," Emma said with a shiver as she felt him, hot and heavy, between her thighs. She slipped her hand between them and gently stroked his length. He groaned breathily at her touch and the sound went straight to her core. His kisses started to trail south again, but Emma pulled his lips back to hers.

"No, Killian, I want you now," She panted, her voice so needy it was almost embarrassing.

"I want to take my time with you, Swan," He said sucking one of her pert nipples into his mouth. Emma moaned loudly and arched into his skillful touch. He gently pulled her bud in her teeth and she almost came right there.

"Later," She panted. "God yes later, but please Killian," Her hands pulled him back up her body and she kissed him roughly, needing to feel his mouth against hers. She bit his bottom lip playfully. "I need you now."

"I always knew you were a wanton princess," He growled at her desperate words and positioned himself at her entrance. He would always give her whatever she asked. He couldn't help it.

"Your wanton princess," She said, teasing and thrusting her hips towards his. Killian moaned at her comment and trailed wet, sloppy kisses along her breasts as he entered her slowly. Emma felt deliciously stretched.

"Gods, Emma," He said, his body taunt from the exertion of moving so slowly. "You're so wet for me." He shuttered against her as he bottomed out and filled her to the hilt. "And so bloody tight. I love you, so much."

"I love you too," Emma said simply as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Why hadn't they done this ages ago? It was no wonder they were True Loves, their bodies fit together perfectly. She pulled his lips back to hers and they kissed each other roughly, frantically, as he began to move above her. He slid his arm along the small of her back and pulled her closer to him, his hand tangled in her hair. Their hips rocked together, finding a rhythm quickly, as if they had been making love for years. The room was thick with the sound of their panting and moans. His coarse chest hair rubbing delightfully against Emma's breasts, making her walls clench in response.

"Emma, love," Killian said, his voice strained. He dropped his hand between them and pinched her clit roughly, making her breath catch and her eyes roll back in her head. "It's been a while, and you feel so bloody amazing…" His brow beaded with sweat, his movements becoming sloppy as he felt his own orgasm building.

"I'm close too," Emma rasped, her words heated against his neck. "Come with me." She raked her nails down his back. He growled at the sensation. Emma felt her vision narrowing and then suddenly they came together, their climax Earth shattering. Their screams lost on each other's lips as they kissed each other frantically.

Killian slumped against her, his forehead resting against her shoulder, totally spent. Emma's breathing was erratic, her limbs felt like liquid. Still panting, Killian kissed her collar softly and then rolled off of her. Before Emma could even groan at the loss of his body against hers, he pulled her back tightly to him, his arm securely wrapped around her. Reaching for their feet, he pulled a soft blanket over their naked bodies.

"You're a bloody marvel," He whispered his praise, for the second time today, against her hair. Emma smiled in spite of herself. Her body still on fire from her orgasm.

"I'm still seriously angry with you," Emma said resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Their limbs tangled together under the comforter.

"Angry is a serious improvement from furious," Killian said, slowly tracing illegible shapes along her ribcage. "I think with some effort on my part," He slowly moved his wandering hand lower until it slipped between her thighs, causing her to gasp. "I can work my way up to annoyed by sunrise."

Emma bit her lip and sighed softly. He kissed her softly as she wrapped her hands around his neck and arched her body closer to him. He was insatiable. And she had a sneaking suspicion that he was correct.