They saw the warm glow from the windows as soon as they rounded the corner. "Should we be worried?" Emma asked as they started up the front walk.

"I don't think so," Killian replied. "Look." He gestured towards the porch. To the left of the front door was a small table balancing a large vase of what appeared to be at least two dozen red roses. Killian and Emma walked up the steps hand in hand. Upon closer inspection, they found a card amongst the roses. Emma picked it up and read, "Happy Honeymoon! Love, Henry, Blue, Tink, and Nova." Emma looked up at Killian. "I have the sweetest kid in the entire world."

"I quite agree, Swan." He put his arm around her. "Now, shall we see what surprises await us inside?"

Emma nodded, and Killian reached down to lift her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Emma laughed.

"I thought that was obvious, love. I'm carrying you over the threshold."

"This is so not fair," said Emma. "You're still dressed for a wedding and I look like…well, like I've just been through a battle."

"You look beautiful as always, Swan. Though I would have liked the opportunity to take that dress off of you." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Be careful what you wish for. That dress had about a hundred tiny buttons, and you have no patience."

Killian leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "I have a way around that, love," he said, nodding towards his hook.

"Hey! No way would I let you cut up my wedding dress!"

"Fair enough, Swan. Now, do a man a favor and work your magic on this door. I can't reach my keys with you in my arms, and I have no intention of putting you down." He smiled at her.

Emma leaned in for a gentle kiss, then flicked her wrist, and the door swung open. Killian stepped forward and maneuvered them through the doorway. "Welcome home, Mrs. Jones."

"Thank you, Captain Jones."

Inside, there was a trail of red rose petals starting at the front door and leading up the stairs. Above it were several white paper lanterns magically suspended inches below the ceiling and emitting a warm golden light. The banister was covered in twinkle lights that seemed to have no cord.

Emma barely had time to pull off her knit cap and toss it towards the coatrack before Killian whisked her up the stairs.

The path of lanterns and rose petals let them to their bedroom doorway. Killian slowly lowered Emma's feet to the ground, and she gasped, taking in her surroundings.

The room was lit with dozens of candles. Every flat surface was festooned with vases of red roses. Soft music filled the air. Beside the windows sat a round table, covered in platters of bread, pastries, fruit, cheese, and chocolates. Next to that was an elegant stand holding a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne nestled in ice. And their bed! Emma didn't think it was possible for their elegant sleigh bed to look any more romantic than it already did. She was wrong. The fairies had added four tall wooden posts to the corners, each with ornate carvings that matched those in the headboard. Atop the posts was a magnificent canopy, not of fabric, but of twinkle lights woven into honeysuckle vines. It smelled divine. Emma's gaze floated down to the soft white bedspread, which was topped with several fluffy pillows.

Emma leaned back against Killian's chest. He wound his arms around her and kissed her head.

"This is amazing!" she said.

"Aye, Swan. That it is." He nodded toward the table. "You hungry, love?"

She turned in his arms. "Not right now. I could use a shower though."

"Well, if the candlelight is any indication, I think there are a few surprises in there as well," he said, looking towards the master bathroom, which was lit, though slightly dimmer than the bedroom.

"Let's find out," Emma said, taking Killian's hand and crossing the room.

Amid the candles and roses, the clawfoot tub was filled with steaming water that smelled of jasmine and vanilla. There was also a large wooden wardrobe in the room that had not been there before. Stuck between the wardrobe's closed doors, there was an envelope with Emma's name in green writing. She pulled it out, opened it, and read it to herself.

Emma, I wasn't sure if you had time to pick out something to wear on your wedding night, so inside you will find several items that Blue, Nova, and I thought would be appropriate. I've known Hook for a very long time, and I can attest to the fact that loving you has changed him for the better. Enjoy your honeymoon! Best wishes, Tink

Emma grinned, and looked up to find Killian raising an eyebrow.

"Well? What does it say? What is in the wardrobe?"

Emma slid her arms around his neck. "You'll just have to wait to find out," she teased.

"I look forward to it," Killian said, grinning devilishly. "But right now, you'd better get in before the water gets cold." He gestured to the bath tub.

"What?"

"You said you needed a shower, and this looks far more inviting, Swan."

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Love, you have literally battled for your life today. If you don't deserve a bit of relaxation, then no one does."

"I'll be quick."

"Don't you dare. Take all the time that you need. We have all night. And if that's not enough, we've got the rest of our lives."

"I love you," Emma said.

"Ah, Swan. I will never tire of hearing you say that. I love you too. Now, let me take this," he said, tugging at her red leather jacket, "so as to keep it safe." Emma shrugged out of the jacket and let him take it. "Come out when you're ready, and not a moment before. He kissed her soundly, then turned and pulled the door closed behind him.

Now alone, Emma pulled on the brass handles of the wardrobe and opened it. It was filled with a vast selection of lingerie in various styles, colors, and materials. She pondered them for several minutes, going back and forth as to which one seemed most appropriate for a wedding night with her True Love. Killian was traditional in a lot of ways, so she decided on white. (After all, there would be plenty of other nights to wear anything from the red teddy to the matching black lace bra and panty set). As she perused the various whites, creams, and ivories, she found exactly what she was looking for. It was a beautiful sheer white lace robe with long bell sleeves. The lace reminded her of her wedding dress, and hadn't Killian just admitted that he wished he'd had the opportunity to remove that dress? Though, unlike her wedding dress, this delicate robe would barely cover her thighs.

Satisfied with her choice of garment, Emma undressed and slowly sank down into the bubble bath. The hot water felt good on her aching muscles. Killian had insisted that she relax and enjoy her bath for as long as she wanted. On any other evening, she could have happily stayed in the tub for upwards of an hour, until the suds had died down and the water had grown cool. Tonight, however, she found it impossible to enjoy the rare luxury of solitude and relaxation. Tonight was her wedding night, and she was anxious for it to begin. She focused on the task at hand, grabbed her loofah, and started scrubbing off the grime and sweat of yet another battle. When that was done, she began shaving her legs, trying hard to keep a steady hand. For the first time in months, her hands were shaking, not out of fear or trepidation, but out of impatience and excitement. The only thing that kept her on the task at hand was the thought that she did not want to cut herself.

When she was finished with her bath, she jumped into the shower to quickly wash her hair. As much as she didn't want to take the time to blow dry her long tresses, she knew that she needed to wash and dry her hair or she would feel disgusting. After all, she had spent more time than she'd like on the pavement this evening. She daydreamed about Killian as she worked the tangles out of her hair. She thought of how guarded she was when they met, and how he brought her walls down one by one. She couldn't wait to start her life with this man.

After drying her hair, Emma applied lotion, brushed her teeth, and put on the tiniest hint of makeup. She slipped into the robe, and cinched the dainty tie around her waist. She spritzed some perfume on her wrists and between her breasts, looked in the mirror on last time, and opened the door to the bedroom.

While he waited for Emma, Killian began undressing himself, lost in thought. Tonight would not be their first time, though admittedly, love making was still a new aspect of their relationship. Killian thought back to a conversation they had had at the beginning of those quiet weeks after the ordeal with the Snow Queen. Gold had been banished from town, Anna and Elsa had returned to Arendelle, and Killian and Emma finally had the opportunity to take a deep breath and truly appreciate the budding romance between them. Their second date had gone as well as the first - better even, as he no longer had fears of a cursed hand looming over him. It had gone so well that, as they walked along the moonlit pier, Killian had considered inviting Emma back to his room at Granny's. However, he had been unsure of the protocol, given that he was both from a different realm and dating a princess. He was a fearsome, dauntless pirate with plenty of experience with women. But Emma was no ordinary woman, and the thought of making a single misstep with her had him nervous as an unfledged lad. With a little liquid courage from his hip flask, he had simply come right out and told Emma that he was still rather unfamiliar with the courtship traditions in her world, that he did not wish to overstep his bounds with her, and he would allow her to set the pace for how things proceeded between them. Even in the dim light, he had seen the blush fill Emma's cheeks. She had floundered around for the right words, as she often used to do when discussing feelings and relationships. She told him that she had no doubts that the physical part of their relationship would work just fine…more than fine. She admitted to knowing that since their first kiss in the Neverland jungle, and Killian's heart had raced at the realization that Emma desired him as much as he desired her (and for nearly as long). However, Emma had gone on to explain that she was terrible with relationships, and she was just learning how to trust and to let people in. She wanted them to get to know each other and take things slowly. She wanted to wait. So they had waited.

Killian smiled at the memories of their early courtship. Now naked, aside from his brace, Killian decided that he would take a quick shower in the guest bathroom. He removed his hook, unbuckled the brace, and took it off. There were times in the past when he had lived dangerously and left the hook on during romantic liaisons, but tonight would not be one of those nights. He was not Captain Hook tonight. He was Killian Jones, bridegroom of Princess Emma of Misthaven. He didn't want to be distracted by anything tonight. He wanted to make himself completely vulnerable to her. However, just because he chose not to play the pirate tonight did not mean that he intended to play the gentleman either.

As he grabbed a towel and headed down the hall, his mind drifted several weeks ahead to the day that Henry brought them back from the Author's twisted storybook. Their relationship had advanced quite a bit by that point, and there was little doubt in his mind that that particular night would have gone very differently if not for the Darkness interfering. He had spent many nights since then imagining how it could have been…after spending a respectable amount of time celebrating with everyone at Granny's, he would have invited Emma back to the Jolly Roger, and he would have taken her in his arms and made love to her in the captain's quarters. And then maybe she would have said her first "I love you" to him not out of fear, but in the aftermath of passion. But instead, she became the Dark One, and they waited once again. She had insisted that their first time together would not be tainted by the Darkness. So, when they found themselves quite alone in a field of middlemist flowers, they had exercised a great deal of restraint and contented themselves with passionate kisses and tender caresses.

Then…there was the terrible time that Killian would rather not remember. Their time together as Dark Ones. To say that he had acted abominably towards Emma would be an understatement. He was only glad that his thirst for revenge as the Dark One distracted him from acting on any baser impulses towards Emma during that time. After that, there had been little time to think of the physical aspect of their relationship, as Emma tried and failed to rescue him from the Underworld. When, by the grace of Zeus, Killian eventually returned to Emma, he thought that finally, finally, they would consummate their relationship. They were so very close to making it happen...until the bloody dirigible showed up.

In the end, they had taken another big step in their relationship before they made love…they moved in together. Unfortunately, it occurred on Emma's week with Henry, and though they had not discussed it, there was an unspoken understanding that they wanted to be alone in the house when they took that particular step. Regina had offered to switch weeks, but with everything going on, Emma wasn't anxious to disturb Henry's schedule, or to part with him sooner than she had to. Killian had been content to be under the safe roof as Emma, though the first few nights sharing a bed with her had been excruciating, trying to sleep with her soft body pressed against him.

Their first time happened a few nights later, and it far surpassed all of Killian's fantasies of being with Emma – and there had been a lot of them, especially during the year that they spent apart after Pan's curse. When all was said and done, Killian was glad that they had waited. It was undeniable that there was a considerable amount of chemistry and lust between them, almost since the first day they met. But, had they acted on that desire early on, Emma would have thrown her walls up even higher and shut him out. Instead, they became friends, developed trust, and set sail on an emotional journey, which culminated in True Love. Sharing physical intimacy with his True Love was like nothing Killian had ever experienced before. As long as he lived, he would never forget how it felt to wake that morning with Emma in his arms.

There had been other times after that, though they were few and far between, given everything that was going on around them. Their lovemaking to this point had a frantic, desperate pace, and with good reason. They had both been acutely aware that at any moment, they could be interrupted by the next crisis, first from the Evil Queen, and then from the Black Fairy. They had also known that there was a good chance that Emma's days were numbered, and every time could be the last time.

But, the Evil Queen had returned to another realm, the Black Fairy had been defeated, and Emma still drew breath. Now that the latest danger had passed, Killian was determined to slow things down and take his time. Emma deserved a wedding night fit for a princess, and he was going to give it to her.

Finished with his shower, Killian wrapped his towel around his waist, and made his way back down the hallway. He heard Emma's hairdryer running, and knew it would not be long before she emerged. He hung up his towel, and debated getting dressed. He wasn't really sure what to wear for such an occasion… It didn't make sense to put on his suit again. His black leather pants didn't quite set the tone that he wanted for tonight, nor did the flannel pajama bottoms that he wore on the nights when Henry was home. And he abhorred the undergarments of this world.

Having finally settled on not wearing anything at all, he grabbed the champagne bottle and set about popping the cork. He was able to do it, though his missing hand certainly made it more difficult. He put the open bottle back on ice, knowing that they would want it eventually. He pulled back the covers and adjusted the pillows. He wondered if he should turn up the volume on the music. Just as he was looking for the source of the music, the bathroom door opened, and Emma stepped through. She was an ethereal vision! The white lace robe that she wore was fit for a modern princess, and left just enough of her lovely figure to the imagination. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. She smiled confidently as she approached him, looking him up and down appreciatively. He felt his body's response to her gaze, as he grew hard. A blush crept into her cheeks (he loved that he could still make Emma Swan blush!), and he saw the moment when her eyes, initially bright with love, darkened deliciously with desire. He repeated the words that he had said to her on their first date. "You look stunning, Swan." Thus began their wedding night.

WARNING: THE NEXT CHAPTER IS RATED M. SKIP IT IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING. YOU WON'T MISS ANY PLOT POINTS. CHAPTER 6 WILL BE BACK TO T. (Chapter 6 will take some time, but it will be more wedding night because there can't be enough wedding night, right?)