Anon asked for Captain Swan wedding, anon receives Captain Swan wedding. Hopefully someone will like it.

Riding horses was not something Emma Swan would normally do. Maybe running and climbing from time to time, after all, some of the convicts she chased were rather creative in their escaping ways -not that they ever succeeded, but she'd give them credit for trying. Yet riding was not something she had experienced, and up until this point, she hadn't even cared. David had once offered to give her lessons, but she though that knowing how to wield a sword was enough of a 'fairytale ability' for her. And now here she was, pressed against the back of her husband, galloping away from the castle, regretting her previous lack of interest in horses.

The bouncing of the horse was uncomfortable, and her legs were starting to ache. On the good side, at least she could use her lack of knowledge as an excuse to wrap her arms around Killian's torso and lean her head on his shoulders. She tried not to think that this was something she could do whenever she wanted - for the rest of her life, if she so pleased - without using a horse as an excuse, because then she would remember how uncomfortable her position is and start regretting not taking those damned riding lessons, again.

She would have preferred to leave in a carriage, but there hadn't been time. The wedding had been as secretive and intimate as a royal wedding could be. Which meant that there had been more acquaintances than intimate friends and family. And considering how big their family tree was… the secretiveness meant that every noble and every peasant within a radar of three kingdoms, knew that Princess Emma of Misthaven was going to marry her pirate lover. Hell they even knew the exact moment when the priest -if it was an actual priest, she wasn't really sure how religious people were here - would say 'You may now kiss the bride' since it was just three seconds away of the doors of the main hall being slammed open in what Emma recognised from Henry's book as 'Regina's entrance'. But it wasn't Regina who opened the doors this time - just in case, Emma checked over the crowd, and found Regina in her assigned sit next to her two Locksley boys and Henry, looking as stunned as everyone in the hall.

The impudent resulted to be a messenger warning them about soldiers from a nearby kingdom that pretended to attack them - she assumes they didn't know that the quantity of wizards and witches attending to her Royal wedding probably exceeded the number of magical beings in the rest of the kingdoms all together.

Suddenly she was being dragged from the altar by her mother telling her to not waste time in the forthcoming battle and to enjoy her honeymoon

Which brings us back to Emma galloping at the speed of sound in a white stallion named Maximus, with her husband controlling the reins. Her legs were aching a bit more every second and she was starting to feel sick because of the bouncing. That was it, she couldn't hold on any longer, she told Killian she needed to stretch her legs - and probably cut the length of her dress- and he reluctantly stopped the horse.

After taking deep breaths to calm her stomach, Emma opened her eyes to find Killian picking up a couple of flowers from the ground to offer them to her. "You know we are not even out of the Royal Gardens yet, love?" it was laid out as an innocent question but Emma knew it was more of a reproach, so she decided to distract him of his worry for a while.

"You know we didn't have our first kiss as husband and wife yet… Love?" She answered and took the flowers in her hand. The poor imitation of his accent made him raise his eyebrow in amusement,

"And what are ye gonna do about it, Swan?" Emma grabbed the lapels of his coat to pull him closer and crashed their lips together. Funny, she though, pretty similar to their first kiss. But their first kiss had been not much more than a way to release the heat and tension between them, as passionate as this kiss, maybe, but it lacked of the feeling that now seemed to run through every fibber of her body. Love.

Her arms sneaked around his neck to pull him even closer to her, lips parting and tongues moving together in a dance that was no longer unknown to any of them. The familiarity of it made her smile into the kiss, causing Hook to smile as well just because she was.

Their foreheads pressed together in an intimate way she hadn't been with anyone since years before meeting Killian. She chuckled at the though of him being her husband now, who would have though back when they first met that they would end up married.

"What's so funny, Swan?"

"You know I'm not sure if you can call me Swan anymore. It's Jones now."

"Oh, but you shall always be my Dark Swan"

Wait… What? Did he just called her dark? The number of questions forming in her head only increased as her vision blurred. She could still see the lines of concern forming on his forehead and hear the echo of an 'I love you' when she woke up.