CS + reciprocal
Time stops, and then the wind starts blowing a cold melody of shivers on the back of his head; a lamppost goes off down the street with yellow sparkles mixed with blue falling stars; Emma breathes deeply and stares at him with a cascade of emotions: fear, hope, terror, joy, desperation, rage and a final glimpse of something he has finally learned to read right.
"I do," he says, because part of him feels like he has to make it as clear as possible, under the circumstances.
Emma opens her mouth, closes it and flinches. Killian tries not to worry about that and he fuels himself with the certainty that this is the right time, that she's ready to know that he's serious about them, and that she can finally accept the whole length of his feelings for her.
One more hesitation, one more gust of wind around them - now warmer, gentler, like a promise that he will soon reach port, - and she fights a smile, hunching her shoulders: “Love you too,” she whispers, but for him is more like a scream in the night.