Emma woke up to the cozy feeling of warm arms holding her protectively, Killian's fingers entwined in hers as their hands were tucked against her chest. The curtains were drawn and her eyes were closed but she was hesitant to open them. It was a rare and peaceful moment, one that she never wanted to end. Her fiance's soft breathing brushed across her bare skin and his naked body was pressed to her back in the most delicious way. She sighed in content, a joyful smile making it's way across her lips. Damn this man for making her so happy. So in love.

After she had spent all of this time shielding her heart, denying herself of pure, unadulterated love, this pirate managed to worm his way in. And now they were finally taking the next step in their relationship. Emma Swan was finally getting married.

Although the lost orphan inside of her would probably always be there taunting her, she finally felt like the princess she was supposed to be. All of the excitement and joy she felt was buried below the surface, and now threatening to burst through. Her heart was dancing, and she wanted to scream and shout to the entire world that she was marrying Killian Jones, her true love. Who knew she would ever have something just like this?

"Emma…" She felt his sleep-heavy voice murmur against her skin. "You're not awake are you?" Emma almost didn't answer, she didn't want this moment to disappear, but then he started sprinkling her shoulder with feather-light kisses, his stubble scraping against her skin. She shuddered, feeling tingles of pleasure from his warm lips as his hand released hers and started to roam her body. His fingers danced over her stomach and hip before he rested his hand there. "Love?"

Damn this man. She knew he was trying to get a reaction from her. He knew very well she was awake.

"Hmmm?" she hummed in response as her eyelids fluttered open.

"Ah, you are awake." He pressed a few more kisses to her shoulder before she started to turn around in his arms. He let his fingers glide over skin as she rolled over facing him, and his hand was pulling her leg over his hip and firmly squeezing her butt. He leaned in to capture her lips, and she sighed, slowly parting her mouth for him, allowing his warm tongue to slide across hers. His lips were soft, moving tenderly against her, she easily got lost in the kiss.

They pulled each other closer as he tightened his grasp on her butt and she couldn't help the moan that escaped into his mouth. She could feel his length gradually harden between them as her body molded perfectly against him.

He nibbled lightly on her bottom lip, pulling away ever so slightly, his eyes opening, revealing sparkling blue depths that entranced her. "Did you sleep well my love?" Killian's voice was raspy from sleep as his hand slid down the back of her leg, holding her securely in place.

She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him as her eyelashes dipped, feeling the warmth of her flushed cheeks. She scrubbed her hand through his chest hair and at the same time, she was admiring the diamond ring on her finger. "I did." After she thought she had lost her priate for good and then found out he had left against his will, she was relieved to have him back in her arms again. And the fact that he couldn't wait another second to propose to her was the icing on the cake. "Did you?" She asked him, nuzzling her nose against his.

She felt a broad smile against her lips. "Better than I have in a very long time." Emma's heart fluttered, her stomach full of butterflies as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Although, I can't stop thinking about getting married to my gorgeous princess." He grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her ring finger, his lips brushing along the diamond. "I can't wait to make you my wife."

"And I can't wait to make you my husband," she said proudly, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, his chest hair tickling her hardened nipples as a giddy smile fell upon her lips.

"Mmmm, you don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that, love."

She arched a curious brow. "You've thought about that for a while now, haven't you?" she teased.

He smiled lazily, swiping a stray strand of Emma's hair behind her ear. "Of course. I've thought about marrying you for a long time, but I wanted to wait until I knew you were ready."

She shot him a playful smirk, accepting his answer. "What else have you thought about?" she asked curiously.

"Many things. Mostly about the wedding."

She flashed him an imploring look, wanting more details.

He chuckled, suddenly rolling Emma over on her back as he leaned in, peppering kisses along her jaw. She bit back a moan, her body stirring with desire as she felt his hard length pressed against her thigh. "I've been thinking about what it would be like to have the wedding on the sea."

Emma rolled her eyes playfully. She saw that coming from a mile away. "How did I know you were going to suggest that?" she asked with a strangled laugh as she felt his warm lips on her neck.

He lifted his head, confusion washing over his handsome features. "What? You don't like that idea?" he asked innocently as he lowered his lips to the crook of her neck, continuing his former activity. "Sailing on the Jolly Roger, feeling the breeze of the wind and soaking in the breathtaking view as we exchange wedding vows," he breathed out. His voice was positively sinful as he pressed seductive kisses along her neck and ran the edge of his hook through the valley of her her breasts. "We could have a nice honeymoon in the captain's quarters… rose petals sprinkled on the bed… candlelight… soft music playing as we make love for the first time as husband and wife."

Emma's eyes fell shut and she found it difficult to say 'no' to his offer as the images invaded her thoughts. Her skin was tingling all the way to her toes as she felt the cool metal against her skin, and puffs of hot breath coming from his mouth as he left a trail of sweet kisses along her collarbone.

"You can't tell me you're opposed to the idea, love." He parted her thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips as he gave her a teasing thrust against her nub. "Perhaps I could persuade you."

She moaned a reply, grabbing onto his shoulders. "That is so not fair," she managed, feeling the head of his member kissing her dripping wet entrance. He grinned wickedly, capturing her lips.

"I'm just asking you to consider the idea," he murmured before giving her a few experimental thrusts. "You know, think it over, let it roll around in your head for a bit."

"Yes… oh yes," she cried out.

"What's that love? I didn't quite hear you," he asked, plunging into her, causing a loud moan to escape her mouth as he slowly stretched her wet, aching walls. She felt so full, it was difficult for her to think coherently.

"I'll consider it!" She yelled. "Just don't stop."

A cocky grin spread across his lips as he rocked his hips into her teasingly slow, and she felt herself gradually crumble underneath him. "As you wish."

She managed to flash him a sarcastic smirk, but he made it disappear quickly, her lips falling open as he gave her a particularly hard thrust. A string of moans spilled from her lips as he picked up the speed, his hips moving erratically, taking her into oblivion.

Meanwhile she knew that everytime he brought up the possobility of their wedding being on the sea and exchanging their vows on the damn Jolly Roger, she was going to be smiling like an idiot, thinking about his method of persuasion. Damn this future husband of hers.