[And as the countdown finally reaches zero and the crowd cheers, Killian falls silent and smiles, crooked but certain, and maybe even a little daring. His hand slips into the pocket of his vest while his hook taps against Emma's jaw to tilt her head up towards him, and there's nothing tentative about the way he presses his lips to hers.
Compared to the first (and the last) time this happened, Killian is sure of himself while his hook slides behind her head to curl into her hair. The hand that was in his pocket slides over Emma's and places the tiny vial of memory potion into her palm, closing her fingers around the bottle and keeping them there.]
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[And as the countdown finally reaches zero and the crowd cheers, Killian falls silent and smiles, crooked but certain, and maybe even a little daring. His hand slips into the pocket of his vest while his hook taps against Emma's jaw to tilt her head up towards him, and there's nothing tentative about the way he presses his lips to hers.
Compared to the first (and the last) time this happened, Killian is sure of himself while his hook slides behind her head to curl into her hair. The hand that was in his pocket slides over Emma's and places the tiny vial of memory potion into her palm, closing her fingers around the bottle and keeping them there.]