AN: I am so so so sorry for the wait on this one but I kept writing and writing and it just wouldn't end! This chapter will hopefully make up for the wait and I will try to be better with updating! By the way, your comments on the last chapter made me so happy you wouldn't believe it. It blows my mind that I have written something you guys enjoy so much.
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She knew she was angry at him. She knew she was furious with him. She knew a million things about this and she honestly didn't care. All she cared about in that moment was his lips on hers, her hands running through his messy hair, and his hands tight on her hips. She was being lifted off of her feet, and all of a sudden she was sitting on the edge of the clean counter.
Killians hand moved from her hips to her waist, pulling her in closer. He smelled like hospital, but underneath the bleach and the odor of sickness she could still smell the familiar peppermint scent she had begun to come home for ever day after work. His hair was like water and she tangled her fingers in it as she drew him in. His lips were soft, but they still managed to be urgent enough that it was enough passion to drown in. It was soft and sweet and intense all at the same time.
She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, she could feel the rate of his heart racing and she could feel that it was matching hers. God she had missed him. It had been five days. Five days without him, thinking she would never be able to forgive him. Never be able to be with him because of what he had done.
She had been so stupid.
Yes she had been angry at him. Yes she was still angry.
But she had been an idiot for ever thinking that giving him up was an option.
For thinking that what he had done was worth giving up all of this.
The kiss deepened and she found herself pushing herself off the edge of the counter, her hand accidentally knocking over her full coffee cup onto the ground. She heard it shatter but didn't stop.
One of the best things about kissing her boyfriend, and believe her, there were a lot of good things, was that she never felt like either one of them had any more control than the other. They were evenly matched in how much they lost track of time, lost track of where they were, lost track of everything else when they were together like this.
He wasn't that much taller than her, but it was enough that she was on the tips of her toes to keep her lips on his, her fingers having to latch onto the collar of his shirt to pull him down to her level. He solved this problem by lifting her by the waist and spinning her quickly so she was on the higher of two stairs that lead to the kitchen and he was on the lower one. She wrapped her arms around him and he rested one of his hands to the small of her back, the other cupping the side of her face. Their kisses were breathless now, but every time either one of them tried to lean back to take a breath the other one pulled them back. Neither of them minded the least bit.
It could have been hours. It could have been days or months or years. The kiss could have taken up decades or centuries. It could have lasted for lifetimes and she wouldn't have stopped it for the world. Not for anything. Not to change the past or save the future, or any of any of it.
She wouldn't ever regret this moment.
He stroked the side of her face with his thumb as he pulled away. It took her a second to come back to earth, blinking a few times as he took a step back. It wasn't until he reached out to brush tears of her face that she realized that she had been crying.
He cleared his throat.
"You were right."
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