AN: So, because I am starting to write more and more CS fic, I've decided to start posting everything I write for the ship from here on out in this fic. For the first one, have some pure CS fluff.

Not Just Where You Lay Your Head

Home.

It was such a simple thing, yet Emma Swan had been searching for it for her whole life. Searching aimlessly, thinking for brief moments she had found it – the Swans, Ingrid, Neal – but never had it stuck.

Not until big, bright eyes and are you Emma Swan?

Looking back, she would have never guessed then, meeting her son for the very first time, that her life was about to change irrevocably. That Henry would take her from Boston, straight to the place she belonged.

I was hoping it would be you.

Blue eyes and a wicked smirk that reminded her of days gone by, and not knowing if it was nostalgia, or if she should trust him.

When she walked away… how could she have suspected then what Killian would someday become to her?

Mary Margaret had once warned her that her walls would keep out love, and at the time Emma had argued, because protecting herself was more important than a potential love, wasn't it?

Emma looked in the mirror and remembered how bitter she had been then, how scared and guarded. And how far she had come.

"You look beautiful."

She met her father's eyes in the mirror, and his smile held something like awe. Emma got to her feet and turned to look at him. The dress was far, far… puffier than what Emma would have expected to wear. It was truly a gown fit for a princess.

A gown fit for a bride.

"He let you go long enough to come and see me?" Emma asked, smiling at David and letting him take her hands. He smirked at her comment and gave her a little spin. It came more naturally now, than it had all those months ago, when Killian was teaching her to waltz in the Enchanted Forest.

They'd had more opportunities to practice, and Emma thought she was getting quite good at it.

"Henry stopped by and took over groom duty," David replied with a chuckle, but his expression was more serious when she came to face him again. "As your father, I would like to tell you that if you want to run, I'm here to help you with that."

"Oh?" Emma smirked at that. "And as Killian's… mate."

"He's right. You are horrible at that accent. But as his friend… well, it's my job to tell you that you're really too good for him and should let your father help you run away."

Emma smiled. She had been smiling since she woke up that morning, alone in bed and missing Killian's warm form next to her, having grown used to his presence ever since the first time he had joined her in bed. But Mary Margaret had insisted on at least one bow to tradition, and Killian, old man that he was, had seemed to be somewhat relieved at Emma's acquiescence.

"Are you nervous?" David asked as Emma turned from him again, looking in the mirror to make sure everything was still in place.

She considered the question. Was she nervous? She had expected to be terrified. She'd thought she would need Henry there to remind her about true love and how it conquered everything. She'd thought she would be double and triple guessing herself.

But she wasn't.

She was eager, excited. She was…

"I'm ready," she said, turning to David, and she was smiling again, but this time there was something more in her expression, something that turned it from happy to breathtaking. "I'm so beyond ready for this."

Words she had never thought she would say, not when taking the leap into commitment.

"Then I guess it's time."

David offered her his arm, and she accepted it.

It was time to marry her pirate.

HOME

Killian fidgeted and glanced at the clock again. Five after two. They had set the time for two. She was late.

What if she decided she didn't want to go through with it? What if she was already running?

And God, he hoped not. Didn't she know that if she decided against this, decided to run, then he would accept it… as long as he could run with her. He was a pirate. He didn't need vows in front of the Cricket. All he needed was her.

"It's normal for the bride to be late," Henry murmured behind him, playing the role of best man, because Dave was to give away the bride. He'd been proud when Killian had asked him to fill the role, although he'd warned him that if he hurt his mom, asking him to be the best man wouldn't stop him from learning how to use a sword just to gut him. "Calm down, Killian."

Killian would have made a droll comment back, except that the doors at the back of the church had opened. Snow White came out first, matron of honor for her daughter. They'd kept the bridal party small – simply Henry and Emma's mother – so as soon as she reached the front, Snow turned to the back of the hall, and Killian looked as well.

He was shook to his very toes.

She looked so… radiant. She had eschewed the traditional veil of the realm in favor of a tiara given to her by her mother, leaving Killian free to see her face the entire time she walked to him. He knew her gown was beautiful, but he paid it hardly any mind. His attention was all for her face, for her eyes, which were glued to his. Everything else in the world vanished, narrowing down until it was just them.

All of Killian's nerves disappeared, because there was no doubt in her expression – just happiness. She was ready for this. He was beyond ready for this.

All there was, was to get the vows done with, and then they could begin their lives together.

"You clean up well," Emma murmured when he took her hands from her father. "Although I like the vest. A little bit of pirate among all the royal."

Killian knew she probably expected a smooth, flirtatious response. But all of his cocky words and arrogance had left him. All there was, was her, and she was just so incredibly…

"You're beautiful, Swan," he told her solemnly. Her smile softened, and she reached up to touch his cheek. He turned his face into her hand, kissing the center of her palm. "So bloody breathtaking."

The Cricket took that moment to give a light cough, drawing the attention of bride and groom and reminding them that they were, in fact, at a wedding. Their wedding.

Saying that he couldn't remember the ceremony, that all he could remember was her face, and the sound of her voice when she repeated the vows… perhaps it was a cliché, but it was also the truth. It was all a blur of words and promises, until they were making their way down the aisle, and Killian's heart was so full of love that he couldn't stop himself.

He picked her up, making her let out an exclamation of surprise, and whirled her in a circle, until they came to a halt, both laughing, and he leaned down and kissed her, not caring that the entire population of the town was standing at the steps of the church watching them, or that it eschewed tradition.

"You remember what I told you about home?" Emma asked him when they broke apart, her hands on his face, and both of them grinning at each other like fools.

"That when you leave, you miss it," he replied, echoing words spoken so long ago, because of course he remembered. He remembered everything she had ever told him.

"You're my home, Killian Jones."

He didn't know what to say at first, just swallowed thickly and kissed her again. When they broke apart once more to the sound of clapping and wolf whistles, he rested his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes closed and reveling in the feel of her in his arms.

"You're my home, too."

AN: And there you go. Like I said, pure fluff. The story title comes from the song Home by Gabrielle Aplin, which is CS through and through, as well as being incredibly pretty, and you should all go listen to it. Let me know what you think of this, and stay tuned for more one shots.