Sunlight crept through the window and made Emma's nose twitch as it brushed across her face, waking her from her slumber. Her muscles protested even the slight stirring she felt waking for the day. Then panic set in her chest causing her to jerk fully awake, her muscles complaining against the sudden movement. The Black Fairy. She had to stop it, she had to be the Savior, she had to...

A warm arm tightened around her waist and brought her back to the now. The Black Fairy was gone, defeated. There was no threat, no curse, no villain to be defeated.

"What a fine morning to wake up with you in my arms, luv." Killian's soft brogue whispered in her ear. She couldn't help but smile and sigh, relaxing into the pillows again. This was so...normal. Unfamiliar, but in the best way. There was no place that she would rather be but in the arms of her husband. She chuckled under her breath at the thought. Killian Jones, the infamous Captain Hook, settled down to domestic life at her side.

"And what, may I ask, is so funny this early, Swan?" She could feel his grin at the curve of her neck followed by the feathering of his lips in the same spot a moment later as he kissed her.

"I was just thinking how...calm and, well, normal this feels. I told you once before happiness takes me by surprise sometimes." She replied, almost whispering.

"Aye, me too, luv. But I'm getting used to it." He nips at her earlobe. She flips over and seethes through her teeth at the soreness she felt everywhere. Killian's blue eyes meet hers with concern. "Are you alright, luv?"

Emma nods and offers a grimaced smile that she knows offers little consolation. Killian's brow furrows as he pulls down the covers from over her protesting body. "Killian, I'm fine really..." She argues and tries in vain to pull the sheet back over her. He gently tugs it free from her grasp and scans her body with his intense gaze. Bruises and scrapes mar her porcelain flesh that had not been so prevalent the night before. She bites her lip and thinks of what to say to make him believe she'll be okay.

"Bloody hell, Emma." He whispers shakily.

"It was a battle, Killian." She says softly in response. "You couldn't think I'd escape without any, well, battle scars. And it's not as bad as it looks. I'm just a little sore. Nothing a hot shower won't fix." His hand skirts over her stomach bruises in the exposed area where her pajama pants sit and where her shirt has ridden up, then traces up to the largest bruise on her shoulder, as if he hadn't heard a word she'd just said. She brings her left hand up to caress the stubble on his cheek and pull him up to look into her emerald green eyes. "I'm fine. Really." He gives an almost imperceptible nod.

"I have to tell you, luv. I have never been so terrified in my life. And I've seen and done some damn terrifying things." His eyes were wide with fear, reliving the last few days' events.

She closed her eyes and pulled his forehead down to meet hers. "Me, too. But it's over now. Now I just get to be your wife, Henry's mother. We get to be just...normal." Her eyes popped open to gauge his emotions. Killian's eyes were burning into hers.

"Aye, luv. Normal." He tested the word with a grin. And he was back to being her debonair pirate as his lips captured hers in a soft, but insistent kiss. She pressed back into his kiss with a fervor that made her forget her aching body and she felt the evidence of his arousal pushing tautly against her hip bone. She gasped at the friction.

"Oh... good morning Mr. Jones." She smiled against his mouth.

"And a very good morning it is with you, Mrs. Jones. My beautiful wife." He growled the last statement and rolled his hips into her side, making her breath hitch once again. Then he was on top of her, kissing her with a fire that could only be for her, pressing her into the mattress with his hips.

"Mrs. Jones, is it now? I was 'Swan' a moment ago." She quipped between gasps brought on by his nips and suckles at her neck.

"Aye, wife. You'll always be my beautiful, graceful Swan. But now with a name that says to all the realms that you are mine." He growled against her steadily heating flesh and bucked his hips into hers, the fabric of his pajama bottoms barely restraining him. Emma let a soft moan escape her lips as he made his declaration and her fingers skated through his chest hair, skimming down to hook into the waistband of his pajama pants. Desperately, but ever so gently, he pulled up the hem of her tank top and kissed each new inch of flesh he exposed, taking special care to kiss each bruise on his way up to her breasts. He nuzzled her sternum as it came into view, his scruffy beard sending goosebumps over her body as it made contact with the sides of her breasts. Killian's mouth continued its path upwards until it closed around her right peak, tongue flicking her hardened nipple as his hand followed the same path his mouth had until his fingers found her other nipple and rolled it lazily between them.

Emma bucked beneath him and threw her head back, pulling him closer by his waistband. She let her fingers do their own exploring and she worked her way downwards to find him in her palm. Soft and hard at the same time, like stone encased in velvet.

A animalistic groan left his lips and Emma tightened her grip around him and gave a few languid strokes. Killian halted his ministrations to her kiss-reddened peaks, his breath coming in ragged draws.

"You are going to unman me, luv." He grunted through gritted teeth.

"Am I?" she responded, feigning innocence. "Just from this?" she swept her hand up his ample length again and swirled her thumb around his tip. He sucked air in between his teeth.

"Such a minx this morning, Swan." He crushed his lips against hers and lashed his tongue out against her teeth, asking entrance. She opened greedily and let her tongue curl around his, abandoning her exploration and wrapping both arms around his neck. The pace quickly changed and without breaking contact with their lips he swiftly disposed of her pajama bottoms, finding her deliciously bare underneath. "My turn." He gazed into her eyes, his pupils dilated and glittering like black diamonds. Bracing himself on his elbow, he skimmed his good hand over her hip and onto her inner thigh, smirking at the trembling he felt as he touched her.

"Gods, I am the luckiest man alive." He murmured and bent to kiss her again as his fingers reached their goal. She gasped again against his lips as his middle finger slicked over her glistening mound before turning his hand and allowing the pad of his thumb to pressure the bundle of nerves at her apex. She bucked immediately to meet the pressure. He continued to rub clockwise, then counterclockwise, building a tormenting pattern, occasionally dipping down to the viscous warmth below. Emma was panting with need, fisting her hands in the sheets, eyes screwed so tightly shut she saw stars.

"Let go, Emma." Killian whispered against her ear and slipped two fingers deep inside her, curling them rhythmically in just the right spot. Those words were her undoing.

"Kil-killian." She cried out and pulsed around his fingers, finding her release. She was still drifting down from her high when she felt Killian's weight shift off of her slightly, then back again and there was no longer a fabric barrier between them.

"Emma, I love you." He whispered against her lips as he slid easily inside her. Rocking her hips, she met each delicious, insistent stroke and felt herself building again. Her fingers curled into his hair and onto his neck and she gasped and moaned into his mouth. Her fingernails bit into his scalp and skin and he pushed harder forward. "Oh, Emma, Emma." He growled her name and she knew he was close, but so was she.

"Killian, I..." She let out one final gasp as she exploded around him, vaguely hearing him call her name again as he slammed inside her for the final time, finding his own release. He pressed his forehead into hers as they both floated back to earth.

She wiggled beneath him and a giggle escaped her lips. He opened his eyes and lifted his head. Even her bright green eyes seemed to be laughing at him.

"I told you I was fine." She smiled triumphantly.

"Aye, luv. That you did." He chuckled and rolled off of her. "I don't know what came over me." He sighed.

"Well, I know what came over me, so to speak." She rolled over to him and kissed his cheek.

"Minx." He retorted, slapping her bare behind. She yelped and giggled.

"I think I'll have that shower now." She stood, taking the sheet off of her and sauntering to their attached bathroom, his eyes burning into her flesh the entire way. Even bruised and scraped, she was a marvel. And all his.

"I'll rummage up some breakfast, luv." The door clicked soundly behind her, but not before she shot him a dazzling, appreciative smile. He shook his head with disbelief that she was actually his. "Normal." He sighed and sat up, picked up his hook, and clicked it into place. "Normal." He scoffed and looked at the glint of the metal adorning his hand. He groaned as he reached over to his discarded pants on the floor and slipped them on. The sound of water came from behind the door and Emma's lilting voice singing filled his ears. He chuckled as he found a t-shirt in their shared dresser and drug it over his head. 'Don't want to appall the boy.' he thought, and headed downstairs to find something to eat.

"Bloody hell!" Emma heard the familiar cursing, coupled with the sounds of mechanical clanging and rattling, as if something had been thrown as she headed down the stairs drying her hair. She rounded the corner onto the kitchen to see Henry happily eating cereal at the bar counter, amused at the sight before him. Killian was surrounded by bagels and the toaster sat dented on the floor. Henry looked up at the sight of his mother, mouth agape as she looked from the floor, to Killian, to the bagels, to Henry.

"I offered to help." Henry shrugged and Killian threw an embarrassed glance over his shoulder as he sucked the tip of his clearly burned thumb.

"Not to worry, lad. I'll not be bested by that...demon heater box." Killian gave his bride a glance with a cocked eyebrow and she rested a hand against her mouth to stifle a chuckle.

"Settle down. Maybe Granny's for breakfast this morning?" Emma laughed.

"I don't think that's necessary, luv. I have this under control." He flashed her a dashing smile.

"He electrocuted himself when he stuck his hook in the toaster slot, then burned his finger when he tried to pull it out." Henry piped up, mouth full of Captain Crunch.

Killian sighed. "Thanks for that, lad."

"Anytime, Pops." Henry smirked.

"So, Granny's?" Emma raised an eyebrow pointedly at Killian, picking up his hand to kiss the burned flesh.

"Aye, luv, the box wins this round, but the next victory shall be mine." He flipped his hand over so he was holding hers and brushed a kiss over her knuckles. Then he left to go upstairs and dress.

A horn beeped outside.

"That's Violet's dad. I'm gone." Henry stood up and slung one strap of his backpack over his shoulder, giving Emma a kiss on the cheek before ducking out the door, Emma following behind.

"Have a good day at school, kid. Regina will pick you up!" She called after him. She watched and waved as the minivan pulled away. She felt an arm wrap around her waist and a familiar hook rest comfortably on her hip.

"Are you ready to head out yourself, luv?" Hook murmured against her ear.

"Yes, it appears I must protect my husband against a different kind of evil...modern appliances." She leaned against him.

"I don't need saving, luv. You should know this by now." He released her, his voice bolstered with resolve.

She turned and wrapped her arms around Killian's neck. "A Savior's work is never done." He smiled and leaned in for a kiss which she happily returned.

"We had better leave now then, lest we give the neighbors a show and never make it to the Sheriff's office." He grinned.

"Sounds good to me."

"Aye, to me as well, but your father will be less than pleased."

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes, pulling out of their embrace. She tugged her boots on and her phone began to ring. As if on cue, the name "Dad" flickered onto her screen. Killian gave her a knowing smirk and retreated to pick up his messy attempt at breakfast.

"Hey Dad, I'm headed out the door right now...Yes, we had a bit of a breakfast, um, issue." She gave a sidelong glance at Killian, who seemed oblivious, still cleaning. "We'll make a stop at Granny's and then we will be in. You want anything?...Can do, see you soon." She ended the call with a beep.

"All set, luv. Let's be on our way." Killian came back in. "Onto our normal day."

"Yeah, normal." Emma replied, but as the word left her lips, a feeling of unease set in her stomach.

They climbed into the little yellow bug together and headed downtown to Granny's. No sooner had they placed their order at the counter than did they hear a familiar voice, and a familiar call. Leroy came bursting through the door.

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"