A/N: Hey all! This week's installment of 'In Your Light' is all about that fluff, beginning with Emma and Killian watching Emma's niece and nephew play some soccer (you know the kind I'm talking about, with really little kids who have no idea what in the world is actually going on and parents who are overly into it). Then we'll move to a cute night in with Emma and Killian and all the cuteness and smut one could want for this chapter. I hope you all enjoy and that it makes your Monday a bit more bearable!

Growing up an orphan, Emma had all kinds of idea of what it meant to have family. She used to dream at length of having a Mom and a Dad and real siblings, not ones you lived with for a couple months or maybe a year and then lost touch with, but the ones who saw you through thick and thin no matter what.

Mostly Emma wanted people who would always be there, through the good and the bad and when she found Elsa and Anna, she also located that sense of belonging. It was that element of familial connectedness that had her in the park on this ridiculously hot day, sweating up a storm. Anything less and she'd have avoided this like the plague.

"Gotta love summer soccer," Anna said as she made her way back to the sidelines of the small soccer field. She had been called away on a 'spritzing run' (which basically included jogging over to Lena and Garrett and making sure they were cool enough while playing with the other kids) and she returned with a loud groan as she plunked back down to the ground. Even Anna, sunshine and rainbows loving Anna, was over the intensity of the warmth today.

Emma couldn't blame her as she felt the tingling of sweat on the nape of her neck. She tried to ignore it by taking pictures, but that pursuit was abandoned roughly ten minutes in and now she sat there with the rest of the adults on the sidelines all praying time would somehow fly faster so they could get out of the heat.

"Do we though?" Elsa asked from underneath an elaborate and overly adorned blue parasol. Emma muffled a laugh as she had every time she looked over at her sister this morning, only to feel Killian openly chuckling beside her. Emma turned her attention to him where he sat inches away on their blanket.

"I can safely say I've never seen anyone as opposed to the sun as your sister," Killian whispered in Emma's ear and she smiled. He was right in his assessment, and it shocked Emma that Elsa came here at all, but then she remembered their family's resounding truth, when a sister needed them they always always came. Besides, Elsa's doting husband sat beside her, fawning all over her and making sure she was all right. The sight of the big and usually overly masculine Liam attending to her sister only made Emma giggle all over again.

"Laugh all you want, Emma, but if it were you playing the fading flower right now the other brother would be falling all over you too." Anna's words made Emma blush and she was half inclined to swat her sister over the back of the head when Killian's hold on her hand tightened. She looked over to see him closer than he'd just been, his blue eyes intense but still somewhat playful.

"She's right love, but that's simply not your style." His voice washed over her, lower than before with a bit of gravel to it and immediately Emma's senses flared. The heat of their surroundings was forgotten, but his words stoked warmth inside her of a very different nature.

"Hey, I can do the damsel in distress thing." Killian looked at her blankly until she bit her lip and then his eyes flicked down to her mouth. "Okay that sounds kind of terrible, but if I burned as badly as Elsa did, I'd probably be on her level too."

Killian smiled and kissed Emma lightly on the mouth. She knew he'd keep it PG for the kids swarming all around them, but she kind of wished he wouldn't. Audience or not, she was very interested in Killian's kisses. She was also feeling a little more riled up than usual because of how well he knew her. Killian saw her independence and didn't question it. Instead he offered to hold her hand through it all. He wanted to be her partner, and more and more every day he was showing her that. Emma trusted him, in a way that she'd never trusted anyone else before.

"Just because you're not kissing, doesn't mean you aren't giving us all a show, kids." This came from David, who along with Mary Margaret had also braved the summer sun in a show of support. Emma knew it was because Garrett asked David specifically after he and Killian showed Garrett and Lena a cool trick to guessing where someone would kick the ball. It earned David some major cool points, and an equally major guilt trip into coming today.

"In roughly…" Killian looked down at his watch, "one hour, I would like to pick up right there, Swan."

Emma grinned, fighting the urge to pull him closer anyway. Killian flirted between corny and charming so skillfully and it turned out that was exactly what she wanted. After years of very limited affection, it seemed that she craved the cuteness. Instead of kissing him though, Emma nodded and then watched as Killian scrunched up one of the napkins Anna brought over with the orange slices into a small clump and chucked the balled up paper at David for calling them out. It hit David right in the face, bouncing off his sunglasses.

"Nice shot, brother!" Liam called over and everyone laughed at that. Emma let out a sigh of relief, not because she'd been tense before, but because this was exactly the way she wanted to spend all of her weekends. Someday it would be Emma and Killian's kids playing this silly sport and then –

Wait a second, our kids?!

Emma's mind screeched to a halt and she replayed the line of thinking in her head. How had she jumped so easily from being relaxed with all of these people to having Killian's babies? This was absolutely not how she behaved. Yes, Killian was different than all the other men she'd ever been with, that was a given, but she wasn't prone to daydreaming about things like this. Yet here she was, and she couldn't tell if she was horribly embarrassed or weirdly okay with it.

"What I wouldn't give to read your mind right now, love. Find out what's put that flush on your cheeks." Emma looked at him praying that he couldn't read her mind, only to see him looking just as happy as before. She immediately felt better, because he reminded her in his typically Killian way that he loved her and that this thing between them was good. Just because they hadn't talked about kids didn't mean it couldn't happen. The future was theirs to take, and right now it looked to be pretty damn promising.

"A little mystery never hurt anyone." Killian studied her for a moment before replying.

"Maybe not, but someday we'll get to a place where you tell me everything, love, and I can hardly wait for that day to be here." Emma was excited for that point too, but before she could say that, the final whistle blew and they were bombarded with her niece and nephew's appearance and immediate questions.

"Did you guys see my big kick into the goal? I scored a point!" All of the adults complimented Garrett's display, none of them having the heart to tell him that he'd technically scored it for the other team. The poor kid had lost track of which side he was on somewhere in the middle of all the excitement which Emma supposed would happen if you were that little and easily distracted.

"And I found an earth worm!" Lena said happily, sticking it out to her father for inspection. Emma cringed at that, glad she wasn't the one accepting the wriggling thing from her niece. Kristoff examined it carefully before nodding.

"This is quite an impressive specimen." Lena beamed while Garrett crossed his arms, now feeling put out.

"Soccer isn't about finding bugs, is it Uncle Liam?" Liam replied immediately.

"Traditionally, no. Football is about -," Before Liam could even finish Lena groaned.

"It's not football here Uncle Liam, we told you that already!" Liam grumbled as Elsa took his hand and whispered something to him that immediately calmed Liam down.

"I think what he was going to say is that you guys are kids. Soccer can be about whatever you want right now," Emma replied and both Lena and Garrett accepted it before changing their direction immediately. Now everything was about ice cream and getting it as soon as possible.

"Guys you haven't even had your lunch yet." Anna said the words, but Emma could hear the warble of internal debate in her voice. No one loved ice cream like Emma and her sisters, and that trait had been passed on to Anna's kids as well.

"What's the barter, matey?" Killian coughed out a laugh and Emma smiled. Lena and Garrett were still going through a bit of a pirate phase, and had spent a number of afternoons recently 'studying' under Captain Killian Jones. He'd given them all sorts of new lingo, and apparently it was making its way into their regular lives too.

Anna and Kristoff exchanged a look, silently communicating over next steps in that uncanny way of theirs before Anna responded that they could get ice cream if and only if they ate all their fruits and veggies today with no complaints. The kids agreed immediately, and Emma knew they would keep to their word. That was another very important point Killian made in their pirate training. A pirate, and a person, must have honor and breaking an oath would violate that.

"Fancy a little ice cream, love?" Killian asked, rising to his feet and extending his hand to her. She took it happily, standing up next to him and agreeing.

As everyone made their way through the rest of the park, Emma and Killian stayed behind the others, walking hand in hand and taking in the surroundings. Emma noticed on the playground at the edge of the soccer field that three little girls were dancing around with fairy wings strapped to their backs. They ran about with ribbons flying behind them and she could hear their high-pitched laughter from here. They were adorable in every way, and Emma felt another pang of longing.

"It makes you think, doesn't it love?" Killian asked and she tore her gaze from the playground back to him.

"What?" He smiled at her like he knew everything she'd been thinking. Emma swallowed back the lump that had formed in her throat.

"All the kids around. It's impossible not to consider what ours might be like." Emma's whole body flooded with hope and a little anxiety at the thought. She stopped walking and Killian stood with her, patiently waiting for her response. Emma just didn't know if he meant 'ours' to mean the two of them separately or together. She hoped it was the latter.

"Yeah. Mostly I was just hoping they'd prefer imaginary games to insects." Killian grinned at that and kissed her lightly.

"That makes two of us love."

"You guys sure do kiss a lot." Emma looked down to see Garrett standing there staring at them and she could feel herself blush again.

"That's what tends to happen when you're in love, lad," Killian replied and Garrett's gaze remained narrow, as if he was trying to work out that big concept in his brain right now.

"Are you two gonna get married?" Lena asked, popping up beside her brother. Emma nearly groaned aloud, and resented for a moment how like her mother Lena was, but Killian handled that too.

"Are you asking because you know we love each other, or because you'd like to be flower girl again?" Killian asked and Emma grinned at that. Lena had been very outspoken about her love of flower tossing at Elsa's wedding, and she wouldn't put it past her niece to try and match make for another chance at it.

"Both." Killian crouched down and whispered his answer in Lena's ear. Emma watched her niece smile real wide and nod at Killian before grabbing Garrett's hand and running back up to their parents.

"What did you tell her?" Emma asked, insanely hopeful that he wanted to marry her someday.

"The truth," Killian replied, bringing Emma into his arms once more.

"And that would be…?" Emma asked, blatantly prying despite the heaviness of this conversation.

"A little mystery never hurt anyone." Killian parroted her earlier words at her before pressing a kiss to her forehead. She rolled her eyes and swatted his chest, but he only took her hand and kissed it before they turned to join the others again.

They all managed to get their ice cream together, and everyone was certainly happy for the break in normal standards. Turned out ice cream for lunch was actually kind of awesome, but instead of rushing out when they were finished, they all decided to linger, enjoying the feel of this big extended group of friends and family for a while. Someone had even called Ruby, Graham, and Belle to invite them to this and though they'd adamantly denied any chance of sweating out the soccer game, they were more than happy to come for the sweet treat part.

While the others talked, Emma took the chance to pull out her camera and grab a couple more candids. Everyone was used to this from her at this point, so no one paid her any mind, but that made everything all the better. She got some great shots of Lena and Garrett working on the last of their ice cream, covered in more of it than they'd likely managed to eat, and some of her sisters and friends laughing. There was the typical shot of Liam and Elsa being cute, one of Anna rolling her eyes at Kristoff, and a couple subtle ones of Killian smiling at her, but when Emma was just about to put away her camera, a freshly cleaned Lena reached out to tug her hand.

"Can I see that?" Lena asked Emma, pointing at her camera and Emma nodded. It was a nice camera, sure, but Emma specifically brought her most durable back up today, knowing that more and more the kids had wanted to see what she was doing. Lena especially seemed to take a liking to pictures, and Emma was all too happy to share her favorite thing with one of her favorite people.

Carefully Emma put the strap around the back of Lena's neck and swapped out the memory card in place already with a blank one. She didn't want to risk losing any of the great pictures she'd gotten from today. Then Emma reminded Lena where the button to take the picture was before sending her niece on her way.

"She admires you, love. They both do." Emma smiled at Killian's statement.

"I hope so. They have two of the best parents ever, but I want them to know that they have me too, always no matter what." Killian's hand came to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across the corner of her mouth gently.

"They are lucky to have you, love. They all are." Emma stepped closer to him, her hands coming to hold the cotton of his t-shirt as she smiled.

"And what about you? Are you lucky to have me?" Killian answered seriously.

"There is no greater blessing in my life than getting to love you, Emma." She smiled, kissing him with just a bit more passion than the location called for, but she didn't care. No one was paying any attention anyway.

"Has it been an hour yet?" Emma asked, hoping she could convince him to come back to her house or take her to his. She didn't care where they went as long as she was alone with Killian.

"I do believe it has, love." Emma grinned and quickly grabbed her things. She nearly forgot about her camera, but Lena called to her and handed it back.

Absently, Emma flipped through the pictures, only to realize that they were almost all of her and Killian, a rarity given that she was usually the one snapping the shots. Honestly, they weren't half bad, but one in particular caught her attention. It captured a moment with Emma in Killian's arms where they just stood there smiling at each other and there, clear as day, was their love for each other written all over their faces.

"It's perfect," Killian said from behind her and Emma agreed. Now she had something more to do with her day. She was going to develop this picture and make sure she kept it always as a reminder of moments just like this.

…

There never seemed to be enough hours in the day. That was what Killian was thinking later that evening after they'd made their way back from the soccer game, the ice cream, and the hours they'd spent at Emma's house. He'd spent nearly all day with this woman, and yet it wasn't enough, it never was. Even when he woke up with her in his arms and fell asleep at night with her as well, Killian wished he didn't have to rest. It felt like wasted time, time that he could have been making Emma laugh, or seeing her smile, or bringing her happiness.

Life was full of such sentimental musings since finding Emma, but Killian didn't give a damn. He was happy, and somehow he was making Emma happy too. That was what mattered to him and what he planned to continue to do each and every day. Yes they had to work, and yes the real world came knocking more often than he'd like, but they still had this, the easiness of being together just the two of them to look forward to. Killian would never take that for granted.

"You're sure you don't want any help, love?" Killian asked from his place standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He'd asked the same thing three times already, and every time Emma swore she wanted to do this alone, but he still felt badly. She didn't have to cook for him like this. He should be spoiling her, not the other way around.

"Killian." That was it, just his name in a chastising tone and Killian was grinning again.

Damn if his Swan didn't look adorable and sexy all at once right now, hair tied back in a messy knot with an apron on and a little flour smudged on her cheek. Emma wore a sundress beneath that apron, one that had immediately given him ideas of stripping her naked right when he'd seen it, but after the faintest kiss in history she'd pulled back, insisting that tonight she was cooking dinner for real, and that they were not going to get distracted with sex first as they had in the past. Killian debated changing her mind, but he admired that look of determination on her beautiful face too much to resist her plans.

She'd been here for about forty minutes, moving around his kitchen with such fluid motions Killian felt transfixed. He couldn't even seem to carry on a decent conversation instead opting to watch her and think about how absolutely right she looked here in his home, and how he wanted to do this every night for the rest of their lives. Not the her cooking part of course, heck he could cook just as well as the next person, and he knew his Swan loved take out, but their togetherness, here in his house. He wanted it more than damn near anything.

"I know I've said it like a thousand times, but I love this kitchen."

Killian smiled at Emma's praise. It filled him with pride that she liked his house, because he wanted her here all the time. None of these rooms held any real importance to him unless she was here and if she'd given even the slightest indication, he'd tear it all apart and start from scratch in the hopes of giving her what she wanted.

"You've got that look." Emma said, pulling him from the thoughts in his brain.

"And what look is that, love?" Emma turned to face him after putting the last of the food in the oven.

"The one that says you want to take me to bed." Killian's hands balled into fists as he let out a growl and Emma grinned, motioning towards him with her hand. "See! Sex eyes."

Killian moved over to her, walking with slow deliberate strides and watching her all the while. Emma went from teasing to wanting him just as he wanted her with each step closer, and by the time his arms came to hold her, her green eyes were dark with desire too. She licked her lips, probably not even realizing what she was doing and what she did to him. He groaned again, resting his forehead against hers as a last attempt to keep from kissing her.

"Move in with me." Emma gasped at his words and pulled back, looking at him.

"What?!" God he loved the sound of her voice when he took her by surprise. It got just a touch higher, and rivaled the way she sounded in his bed. Well hopefully their bed soon enough.

"Move in with me," he repeated this time a little firmer.

"Killian, isn't it kind of soon? We've only been dating for a couple of months. Are you sure?" Killian's chest clutched tightly at her question. This didn't sound like a no at all, but hesitancy over him being ready. He needed to show her that this was all he could ever hope for.

"I've never been more sure of anything or anyone in my life, Emma. Honestly, I've thought of little else but living here with you since I bought the place." Emma gaped at him, looking adorably shocked. His hands ran over her body, eager to touch her as he waited for her reply.

"Killian that was like two days after you moved to town!"

"Aye love. So you see it's not soon for me. I've been certain for a while now. The only question is are you with me in this, Emma?" He pleaded with whatever higher power might be out there that she would not turn him down, and prayed that he hadn't moved too quickly in asking her. Then she smiled, her eyes softening away from the worry she'd just been feeling.

"Yes." Instinctively he took her mouth with his, kissing her so thoroughly that for a minute both of them completely forgot they were in the kitchen at all. All Killian could feel was raw, pulsating joy and a need for her that put any past hungers to shame.

"I love you, Emma. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Emma yelped in surprise as he swept her up into his arms and he was half way across the kitchen when she cried out.

"Shit, Killian, the foods going to be done in like twenty minutes." Killian couldn't help but grin at her implication. What he had in mind for her was going to take far far longer.

It occurred to him then that she'd said yes. Emma had agreed to live here with him and whether she realized it or not, she'd just promised him forever, because he had no intentions of letting her get away. If all they had was twenty minutes right now, he'd see her as satisfied as could be and then spend all bloody night showing her why she shouldn't ever consider leaving. He placed her down on the kitchen table and quickly untied the apron she'd put on and pushed her pretty yellow sundress further up her legs.

"That sounds an awful lot like a challenge, love." His hands moved up her thighs that he'd spread open and felt the barely there scrap of lace keeping him from her. He stripped them off of her, watching her face all the while. She was burning up from the heat between them. Killian could see it so clearly on her gorgeous face.

"Well I mean if you want to take it that way." Her words portrayed a sort of confidence her tone did not hold. She was too turned on to sound normal, and Killian rejoiced in it, kissing her fiercely once more.

Emma's hands pulled him closer as one of his moved to her already eager sex. She moaned but he demanded she give it to him in their kiss, just as he wanted everything from her. With the right amount of pressure and a meticulous swirl against her clit, Killian felt Emma climbing higher and higher. He used one finger and then another to please her, until she was writhing against him.

When Emma was nearly at the brink of bliss, Killian knelt down before her, pulling her to the edge of table as he dove in with a series of licks and sucks at her core. Now Emma's pleas sounded loudly around them, filling the house with what she wanted and validating every attention he paid her. Killian brought her to edge and pushed her over but never pulled away. Patiently he riled her up again only for her hands to leave the table and pull at his hair.

"Tell me what you want, Emma." Her eye flew open to look at him when he pulled back from taking her with his tongue and though her mouth was open no words came out, at least not until she shook her head and returned to herself.

"You. I want you."

Killian stood up and in seconds her hands were on him, tugging at him in an attempt to unbutton his jeans. Her skin glowed with that post-climax sheen and she looked stunning like this. She caught him staring at her and smiled.

"Been thinking about taking me on this table for a while?" Emma asked. This time the teasing was more palpable.

"Since you picked it out in that bloody catalogue, love." She pulled him closer and whispered out another challenge.

"Don't be gentle." Killian growled and silently vowed that those would be the last coherent words she'd get out other than his name and the occasional curse. He was successful of course, and took her hard and fast, driving them both a little crazy in the process. When Emma tumbled over into another orgasm, Killian wasn't long to follow and they remained there, panting and spent for a moment before the buzzer dinged.

"Mission accomplished, Captain." Emma said with a smile, and Killian shook his head, insisting that they leave the dinner a minute and get cleaned up. When they had, Killian served up the product of her labors. They'd both worked up an appetite, but he noticed Emma's thoughtful smile as she finished eating. He took his hand in hers.

"What is it, love?"

"Just thinking how now that I'm moving in we can do that all the time." Killian grinned at the thought of them domestic like this together. They could do this every single night if it put that smile on her face. An idea came to him suddenly, something he'd thought to save for another date, but now that she was moving in, it felt right to show her.

"Are you finished?" Emma nodded but seemed a little wary.

"Was asking me to move in not enough surprise for one night?" Emma asked and Killian laughed. His Swan could see right through him as always.

"Trust me about this one, love. You'll enjoy it." She stood with him and let him lead her outside to the back porch.

"Is that a telescope?" Emma asked, in awe of the structure before them and Killian grinned.

"Aye love, it is." He brought her forward, checking the contraption himself and making sure it was aligned to the constellation he wanted to show her. Emma moved to look in the spy glass and smiled.

"What exactly am I looking at?" Emma asked.

"Cygnus, also known as the swan." Emma pulled back.

"What?" Killian grinned and pulled out the star map from where it was beside the telescope. He shined a light down to show her the illustration that better illuminated it.

"See, love, I'm not making it up." He looked up at Emma expecting a smile or something but instead he saw tears forming in her eyes. Killian came to hold her, immediately regretting that he'd brought her to look at this. It seemed a good thing to share. He never imagined it would hurt her in any way.

"I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't mean to upset you." She shook her head and looked at him.

"No Killian, you didn't. This is just really thoughtful. It's like our first date all over again." Killian exhaled at that and nodded. That was his intention, to show her something he'd been too distracted to point out then. That Emma understood made him feel better.

"So why the tears then, love?" She smiled.

"All of this is kind of a lot. And before you ask that's not a bad thing. I just can't believe it's real." Killian kissed her lightly.

"I promise we are real, Emma. We are the realest thing I know."

"Me too," she promised with another kiss. They spent a while longer out there looking at the stars, but mostly holding each other and Killian felt in his heart that this was right. It was another point on their journey to forever, and he was lucky to be taking this step with someone as wonderful and brilliant as his Emma.

Post-Note: It's kind of funny to me that my stories always seem to line up like this when I'm writing them. It happened with 'Souvenirs' and 'Steady' and it's happening with this story and 'To See You This Way.' I just wrote a moving in together chapter for that AU yesterday, only to have it work for 'In Your Light' today. I'm sure you all don't mind though, seeing as it gets us all the closer to the happily ever after both Emma and Killian deserve in this story. Anyway, thanks so much for reading, and I truly hope you all have a lovely day and a great rest of your week!