Thought it was about time I started doing a little collection of these quiet moments for Captain Swan. They'll generally be set from the present time onwards and will be separate from each other.

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Quiet Moments

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Her lips feel thoroughly kissed when they finally pull apart, arms still wound tightly around each other as his hand cradles her head. The tears she had been barely holding back earlier have now disappeared from her eyes. In their place, a clarity like she has never felt before shines through and he ducks his head once more to brush his lips lightly against hers in a promise of commitment.

She takes a step back, hand trailing down his arm and curling around his fingers. They're at that stage where every touch is excitement breathing into their souls and they both want nothing more than to explore each facet of that touch. But with a phenomenal show of self-control, Emma keeps her hand in his and tugs him towards her car, "Come on, pirate."

He tilts his head as she opens the door for him, "Where are we going?"

Her eyes are sparkling and alive and she walks over to the driver's seat, closing her door behind her, "I want to show you something."

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Of all the places she might have brought him, the scene of her near death experience had been very low on his list of expectations. Still, he doesn't question it and follows her out of her car and up to the giant ice wall.

Grasping her hand on the way, he tugs her close to his side and, when she looks up at him, she still sees traces of fear in his eyes. "It's okay," she says, "Trust me."

And he does. More than she knows.

She finds a patch of ice that is raised off the ground and smoothed over, turning around and taking a seat on it. He looks down at her, fearful that the cold will leech inside of her once more, but she merely pats the ice next to her and looks up at him with mischief in her eyes.

Expecting the ice cold of their makeshift chair to greet him as he sits, makes it all the more surprising when he feels nothing but warmth. "How are you doing that?" he asks, facing her with wonder and curiosity etched into his features.

She smiles, raising her hands, "Magic." She bites her lip, the implication being that her powers are most strong when he's around. She may be ready to admit that she can't handle this world without him, but she's not quite at the point that she can look at just why her magic is so intense when it comes to him. Instead, she reaches across his lap to his pocket and procures his ever present flask, "I know it's not champagne, but…"

The meaning isn't lost on him. They have a quiet moment and she is taking advantage of it. He catches her wrist with his hook before she can open the rum, "Thank you."

It's still new, this thing between them, but the foundations have been laid for something incredible, she can tell. It still hurts her heart to think of losing him but she's beginning to realise that, perhaps, that's just how he feels about her as well. She takes a swig of the rum before handing it back to him and leaning into his side, head resting on his shoulder.

She feels his lips on her hairline and smiles in contentment. There is always going to be danger lurking around every corner in this little town of magic and fairy tales but, as her hand reaches out to hold his and she feels shivers run through him that have nothing to do with the cold, she understands that she'll never have to face it all alone.