SPOILERS AHEAD!!! You've been warned. Based on the Captain Swan kiss that was filmed for 4x03.

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Emma stormed out of the diner, Killian right behind her.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you!" He called after her, the hurt in his voice almost enough to make her turn around.

No, she wasn't going to listen to him. She had specifically told him to be careful around Elsa. Instead, he'd decided taking to the diner, where everyone could see her was a good idea.

She ignored him though, continuing to storm down the street, when she heard approaching feet and "Emma, sweetheart!" He heart skipped a beat at that. No one had ever cared enough about her to call her sweetheart. Ever. Tears were threatening to fall from her face now.

His Hook pulled her arm and spun her around to face him.

"I know I should have listened to you. I know I should have let her be. I'm sorry, Emma," he said, his voice faltering. All the pain was evident and she wanted to hug him, to tell him that it was okay, but she was still mad at him.

"What would have happened if she hurt you? If you'd gotten killed, I don't know what I would've done! Killian, I've lost enough people already, I can't lose anyone else that I love!" She sobbed, the tears falling freely.

Killian paused. He looked at her face in realization of what she'd just said. She loved him.

Suddenly, without saying a word, he leaned forward to kiss her. This wasn't like the last time. It was intense and passionate, and he wasn't being the gentleman he usually was with her. He was being the pirate. His good arm around her back, making it's way up to her hair, his hook on her side.

Her body was pressed against his and she was kissing right back, just as passionate and loving, one arm around his side, the other around his neck. They were really close. Neither of them seemed to mind though.

Emma could feel the magic boiling in her stomach. Under different circumstances, she would've panicked, but with his strong arms around her, his lips on her's there was no way she could think any coherent thoughts.

The feeling got bigger until they weren't standing in the street anymore, but in his room at Granny's.

"What-" he broke apart from her lips for a moment. She shrugged, putting her head on his chest. "Magic... Stupid," she laughed breathlessly, earning a chuckle from him as well.

"Well, my dear, I like the way your magic thinks," he said in a deeper voice than usual. She looked up at his normally blue eyes, that had darkened significantly. She smiled as he pushed her up against the wall, kissing down her neck.

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Several hours later, they lay side by side in his bed, their clothes strewn around the room in various heaps.

He looked over at her and smiled. "Am I forgiven?" He asked.

Emma laughed joyfully and looked at him with a huge grin. "Yes," she said, bringing her lips to his yet again.