When I came to the end of this chapter I was like 'I can't post this. It's way too sappy.' But then I just thought 'What the heck! I like sappy.' So consider yourself warned. It's going to pull your teeth out! At least the ending of this chapter. :-)

Oh, and I didn't intend to include any smut in this chapter but Killian and Emma disagreed. They are just so naughty. Not my fault. :-)


Chapter 4

Emma stepped on the pier, turning around to wait for Killian, furrowing her brows as she saw him still standing on the ship. Tilting her head, she eyed him thoughtfully, a smirk suddenly tugging at the corner of her mouth as she noticed the worried expression on his face.

He'd faced sea monsters, fought battles with other ships, he'd spent years in Neverland, a land far more dangerous than the fairy tales in 'her' world were letting on. He was a pirate. A over three hundred years old pirate. But he hesitated when it came to meeting her parents, really meeting them, as her boyfriend, and knowing that made her heart thump hard against her ribcage. Seeing his vulnerability made her love for him grow even more and she didn't think that was possible.

"Killian?" She said softly and when his eyes met hers she stretched out her hand, waiting for him to join her.

He walked down the gangway slowly, looking like he was on his way to his own execution and Emma had to bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing. Gone was the frightening pirate. Right now he looked like he would never harm a fly.

As he stepped down from the gangway his hand closed around hers, gripping it more tightly than necessary and Emma's urge to laugh disappeared in an instant. He was really worried.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Killian said quietly, "He is gonna kill me."

"We are doing this." She said firmly, lifting her hand to tilt his face towards her. "You told me you wanted all. Did you change your mind?"

"No." Killian said quickly, turning around to wrap his arms around her as if he feared she would run away if he wouldn't hold on to her. "Of course not."

"Well, then this is part of it." Emma smirked, her thumb brushing over his scruff. "You know, meeting the parents."

"I already know your parents." Killian replied gruffly.

"You know Mary Margaret but knocking out David doesn't fall into the category of meeting the parents."

"Like I said, he won't be pleased hearing about our changed relationship."

"Hmm, he might punch you in the face but ..." Emma trailed off, her mouth tilting up into a grin.

"You actually like imaging him punching me, don't you?" Killian asked, not able to keep a slightly accusing tone out of his voice.

"Sorry!" Emma couldn't suppress a girlish giggle as she looked up into his face and seeing the somewhat annoyed expression her smile broadened even further as she leaned back. "You know, this picture has its appeal."

"If you keep up with the teasing, I'm just gonna take you against the next wall." His smile grew smug as he heard the hitch in her breath and pulling her closer to him, he let his lips brush over her ear, enjoying the shiver he could feel rushing over her body. "Don't think for a second I wouldn't do it."

"Ah, shit." Emma groaned, her body already shifting closer to his, already aching for him again and deciding that she didn't want to be reasonable right now, she stepped back and grabbed his hand. "Screw it!"

Killian raised one eyebrow in amusement as she dragged him towards the next boat house and slapped her hand against the door with such force that if it hadn't been unlocked to begin with he was sure she would have kicked it in.

She practically shoved him against the next wall, her mouth already assaulting him before his back even hit the wall and he mumbled under her lips. "You're insatiable!"

Her hands were already roaming over his stomach, his shirt was already untucked from his pants and Emma pressed her mouth against his throat, her tongue brushing over his skin as her lips ghosted along his neck.

"What's the matter, pirate?" She asked, her voice already husky. "Can't keep up with me?"

"I can always keep up with you." Killian growled, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and swirling her around, he pressed her hard against the wall, his mouth crushing down on hers.

This was completely insane. They'd just spent the whole night making love to each other without getting much sleep and here they were only an hour later. Already tearing at each other's clothes again. He knew they shouldn't need it so much. He knew after last night they should be sated for at least the day. But they weren't.

She was as aggressively as he was and she was surprised that she could keep herself from ripping his shirt open as her fingers fumbled with the buttons. She had no clue why they still were so desperate. It felt as if they had waited for this forever, as if they didn't just have sex about an hour ago.

And then he plunged into her, pushing her higher up against the wall, her shirt riding up, her back scraping over the wood, probably leaving bruises but she didn't care. She just wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, urging him to thrust deeper and he fulfilled her silent wish, driving even harder into her, picking up his pace, his body slamming into hers over and over again until she exploded around him, taking him with her.

"Is this going to be a recurring occurrence?" Killian asked hoarsely, his head resting against the wall, his breath still slightly erratic.

"What?" Emma replied, her hands trailing along his spine.

"Having wall sex." Killian told her, leaning back slightly before he added teasingly. "Because I might need to start working out if I always have to support your weight."

"That's your way of telling a woman that she is too heavy?"

"No." Killian said quickly, a saucy grin appearing on his face as he continued. "As long as I can jab you with my sword you'll never be too heavy."

Emma's head hit the wall hard as she jerked back, glaring at him accusingly. "Your sword?" Raising one eyebrow, she squeezed her walls around him, chuckling as he let out a low groan. "That's kind of a measly version of a sword. Don't you think?"

"Oh, this measly version seems to satisfy you just fine. Or do you have any complaints?"

"No. No complaints at all."

"Good."

"Ready to meet my parents yet?"

"Can't I enjoy the afterglow?"

"We are in a boat house, Jones! Not the best place to enjoy the afterglow."

Emma was actually dazzled by the big smile that erupted on his face and she shook her head slightly, a smile curving up her lips as she asked. "What?"

"You called me Jones."

"Well, it's your name, isn't it?" Emma replied, trying to sound nonchalantly but failing miserably as she tried to keep the laughter down but it just bubbled up, slipping over her lips. But she almost choked on it when she locked eyes with him, the intensity of his gaze taking her breath away.

"Yes, it is." Killian said quietly as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, his kiss being sensual but so intense at the same time that she felt herself tightening around him and releasing her lips on a soft groan, he pushed back. "If I'm staying in you a second longer we won't make it to your parents today, Swan. I will drag you back to the ship and make love to you all day."

"Quite tempting." Emma replied, leaning her head against his shoulder, her legs still tightly wrapped around him. She didn't want to let him go just yet. This was just all still so new. Finally letting herself feel again. Finally letting someone in again. If she could she would just stay in this moment forever. With him in her, her body exhausted after another round of insanely fulfilling sex. She didn't want to let go of this moment. Their position wasn't comfortably at all. But she actually shifted closer to him, drawing out a groan of him as she refused to let him slip out of her and she felt him already growing again inside of her.

"Emma, I just can't ..."

She silenced him with her mouth, kissing him softly before she whispered against his lips. "Just one more time, Killian. I need you one more time."

He couldn't refuse her anything. Not when his body wanted her so much that he already started to push into her as deep as he could before his brain even registered what he was doing and they forgot everything around them as they were getting lost in the sensations, as every thrust of him pushed them closer to edge until they tumbled over it once again.

~K&E~

She could see that he was nervous and that he was trying to hide it. As they reached the door to the apartment Emma stopped, slipping her arm around his waist, leaning her body into his.

"You have nothing to worry about. I want you here." Emma said quietly, tightening her grip before she leaned back, looking up into his face. "I chose you."

"I know." Killian replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her lips. "We chose each other."

"Ready?"

He inhaled a deep breath before he nodded. He knew how much it meant to her. She had to live without her parents for so long that she might not realize it fully but she needed their approval of her choice. He knew she was a strong person. He knew she would stay with him even if her parents wouldn't approve. But it would hurt her and he didn't want her to go through this. He needed the acceptance of her parents because she needed it and he would do anything to make that happen.

"Ready."

It seemed as if he had just stepped into the apartment as a fist already slammed into his face and he stumbled back a step, their conversation about Charming hitting him crossing his mind and his mouth curved up into a smile when he realized that Emma might actually have the same thought. He would take another punch just to make her happy.

"This is for the last time we've met." David hissed and seeing the look Emma and Hook shared his temper got the better of him and without giving Hook the chance to defend himself he let a left jab follow, his fist connecting with Hook's cheek bone. "And this is for sleeping with my daughter."

"Dad?" Emma exclaimed, stepping between him and Hook.

"Now you are calling me Dad. That's a low blow, Emma." David replied, realizing that he was probably overreacting because he knew Emma was old enough to make her own choices. He knew that he had no right to question her decision and apparently she had chosen Hook. But he couldn't help it. Sometimes the overprotective father side in him just overpowered the part that wished they could just be friends. "And just so you know. It's not working."

"You okay?" Emma asked, ignoring David for the moment as she turned around to Killian, tilting his head towards the light to see what damage David's fist had caused.

"Funny that you ask, considering that you've hit me only a few hours ago." Killian replied, licking with his tongue over his split lip. "Must be a thing in the Charming family."

"I apologized for that." Emma said, her hand trailing down his throat, settling on his chest, her fingers slipping under his shirt.

"Yeah, in more than one way." Killian responded suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

Mary Margaret took one glance at David and cleared her throat to get the attention of the couple in front of her, her hand closing firmly around David's arm to hold him back. She didn't want him to hit Hook again. "You might want to keep the pillow talk to the bed room."

Emma looked confused at her mother before her gaze fell on her father, her features changing immediately and she stepped closer, putting her hand on his arm as she said softly. "Dad, I love him. Mom told me once that the wall around my heart might keep out pain but it also keeps out love and she was right. It kept out love and I wanted it that way. I didn't want to love again. Loving someone can hurt and I didn't want to get hurt anymore. So I chose the lonely path. Shutting off my heart so no one can ever hurt it." Her voice quivered and she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes searching Killian's and he stepped closer as if he could sense that she needed him, his hand settling on her shoulder, giving her the silent support she needed to continue and she turned back to David, her voice a lot stronger than before. "But he … Killian … he gave me hope again. He let me believe in love again. I don't know how it happened. I didn't want it to happen at first. But my heart wanted him. Right from the start. It was as if he was the person I searched for my whole life without even knowing what I was searching for."

"Yeah, I saw it." Mary Margaret said softly.

"What do you mean?" Emma asked.

"I was there when you first met him. Remember? I saw the sparks."

David still wore a wary expression on his face and furrowing his brows he scowled at Killian his voice slightly harsh as he inquired. "So, are you willing to make an honest woman out of my daughter?"

"David!" Emma almost yelled. She couldn't believe that he'd just asked Killian that question.

"So now I'm David again?"

"We are living in the 21th century and you might have been a prince at some point in your life. But this is not Fairytale Land." Emma replied. "We don't have to marry to avoid some scandal."

"Emma, it's okay." Killian wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back, forcing her to step back from David and somehow his touch calmed her down and she slipped her arm around him, leaning against him. For a second Killian forgot where they were as he tilted his head and pressed his lips against her forehead before he remembered that they weren't alone and turned his head towards her parents, his voice firm as he said. "I love your daughter. With all my heart! And I would feel honored if she ever decides to take me as her husband."

"Woahh, hold your horses, pirate." Emma actually stepped out of his embrace, looking up at him with a stunned expression on her face. "One step at a time. We agreed on taking it slow!"

"We did." Killian agreed, pulling her back into his arms, adding softly. "So you think you will stop loving me at some point?"

"No, I don't think I will ever stop loving you." Emma replied, a soft smile grazing her lips. "You are stuck with me forever."

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Okay." David said obvious reluctance still tinting his voice.

"Okay with what?" Emma asked, looking at him questioningly.

"You have my blessing."

"Why the change of heart all of a sudden?"

"Because of the way you're looking at each other. I might not like it but I won't keep you away from the man you obviously love and who obviously loves you as much as you love him." David spoke softly, his gaze falling on his daughter as he continued. "I only want you to be happy, Emma. And if he can make you happy ..."

"He does." Emma interjected before he could say anything else and she slipped out of Killian's embrace, walking over to David and after only hesitating for a second she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Dad."

~K&E~

Sometime down the road

Her fingers trembled and she was hardly able to slip the ring on his finger. The fact that she was able to put it on his left hand still brought tears to her eyes. She had finally managed to get control over her magic and had reattached it a while ago but she still wasn't used to him having both his hands. Her voice shook slightly as she finished her vows, changing the words deliberately, her eyes locking with his.

"I chose you. You were the one who gave me hope again. You were the one who showed me that true love is worth fighting for." Her eyes filled with tears and her voice was barely above a whisper as she continued. "I love you, Killian Jones. I will always love you. Nothing can change that."

"And I will always love you, Emma Jones."

~K&E~

She couldn't remember much of the reception afterwards. The whole town had been there. Even Regina and Gold. Regina probably mostly to show her good will, trying to put on a happy face for Henry's sake and Gold had been probably there for the same reason. Killian had given up on his revenge the moment he had chosen Emma and surprisingly it had been rather easy to convince Gold that Killian wouldn't pursue him anymore. Emma suspected that Neal had talked him into it and she really appreciated it but her relationship to him was still a little strained since she still couldn't forgive him entirely for putting all the blame on her and getting her into jail.

But actually Emma hadn't paid much attention to their guests, she was just too happy to think about anything else than her husband. She was married. To a pirate. To a man she was not very fond of at first. She had felt the pull right from the start but had tried to ignore it. But now she was here. Beside him. Carrying the ring on her finger that was binding her to him.

But she didn't need a ring. She had chosen him the moment she had pulled herself up from the ground in the alley. After he'd told her that he loved her.

And now they were lying in bed, facing each other, his fingers playing lazily with her ring while they talked about the day and their friends, arguing over their honeymoon plans because they'd still not decided where to go.

Leaning her head against the pillow she grinned up at him, intertwining her fingers with his. "So, pirate. Are you ready to start a family?"

"Aren't we already a family?"

"Yeah, we are." Emma replied softly. "But to tell you the truth I was dreaming about a blue eyed boy with dark hair and a wicked grin on his face matching this of his father even before I admitted to myself that I love you."

"You did?"

"I did."

"And what if it's a girl with blond hair and green eyes?" Killian asked with a mischievous twinkling in his eyes.

"Then she will wrap her father around her little finger the moment she is born." Emma replied bluntly.

"Yeah, probably." Killian chuckled. "Like mother like daughter, right?"

"Nice of you to acknowledge who is wearing the pants in our household."

"I didn't say that ..." Killian started but got interrupted as they heard a knock at the door a second before it opened slowly and Henry's head appeared.

"Mom? Killian?" Henry asked quietly. "Are you still awake?"

"Something wrong, Henry?" Emma pushed herself up, already wanting to get out of bed but the voice of her son stopped her.

"I had a bad dream and ... I know I'm too old but ... can I sleep here tonight?"

Before Emma even could open her mouth Killian lifted the blanket. "Hop in, lad."

Henry didn't need more reassurance as he rushed towards the bed and crawled over Emma to lay down between both of them. Turning around to her Henry scooted backwards until he was safely enveloped in Killian's arms and her throat closed up, her eyes shimmering with tears as she saw Killian pressing a kiss on Henry's head before he tightened his arm around him.

Smiling softly, she met Killian's gaze and gulping hard she lifted her hand, her fingers brushing tentatively over his cheek, her ring reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight and hardly able to get anything past the lump in her throat she whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Killian replied, turning his head to press a kiss against her palm.

This was what she was always looking for. This was what she was longing for her whole life and now she finally found it.

A family.

She had finally found the place where she belonged.

She had finally found her home.


Big thank you to all of you! I was blown away by the response to this little ficlet. I love writing highly emotional stories because these kind of stories just suck me in and make it so easy to write them, even the sappy endings. :-)

I hope you enjoyed the ride! I have two on-going CS stories to finish but I already have an idea for another multichapter story because these two characters are just so inspiring. Hope to see you there! :-)