DISCLAIMER: Not mine, I'm just playing in E&A's sandbox while they're out planning a billion ways to kill us each Sunday. Title's from Florence + The Machine's Cosmic Love. Your thoughts more than appreciated!

"You don't get to choose for us."

"Swan," his voice gets caught in his throat.

"You don't get to make that choice for me," she's standing right in front of him, close, so painfully close, eyes determined and jaw locked tight, "You don't."

He should stop her. He has to do right by her and this is anything but right. But he's frozen in place, terrified to move a mere inch.

"Emma… You'll lose your…"

"And I'll lose you if I don't. I can't lose you."

Her lips brush against his.

He's a man drowning and she's his only lifeline.