"Killian." Emma's green eyes gazed into her fiancé's blue, the colour of the sea she always said.
"Love." The word, however short, made a rhythm in Emma's heart, a rhythm that skipped every third beat. She was brought back to the bigger picture, their wedding, her in a gorgeous white gown, him in a black leather suit.
"Killian, you need to stop staring," Emma whispered to the other side of the altar "everyone's looking." His teeth glinted in the warm light, just like his metal hook.
"How can I help myself?" Clearly, you can't, Emma thought. "When the vision of utmost beauty is looking back at me?" She stifled a laugh. "Ah," Killian brushed hair from in front of her eyes, "I see I've-"
"What? Hooked me in?" Emma raised a sculpted eyebrow with knowing suspicion. "Don't try to lie, you know my super power."
"Become so lucky. I was going to say that I've become so lucky." Killian whispered, his voice shaking like a rocky dirt road.
"So, without any interjections, or objections. Killian Jones, do you take Emma Swan to be your lawfully wedded wife, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, in love and in life?" David stood, back straight, in the centre of the altar, decked in white.
"I do, indeed." Killian's eyes bore into David's.
"Emma Swan, do you take Killian Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, in love and in life?" David looked at his daughter, eyes shining, at this perfect fairytale moment.
"Of course I do." Emma returned his father's gaze, seeing how proud he really was of her.
"Then, Emma, you may kiss the groom." David's smile broke wide, like each time he saw his beautiful Snow White.
"Don't mind if I do." Killian murmured against Emma's hair, as she dipped him for their first marital kiss.