A/N: Okay all so thank you for being so patient in getting here. I am so happy that I've finally written this AU's wedding, and it comes bearing not just my usual fluff but also some honeymoon smut as well. After all, I need more scenes of tropically bound CS enjoying each other and a break from the world, and what better time to have that than in the final chapter of a fic like this? Anyway hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for reading!
As far as last minute shifts in wedding days went, Killian couldn't imagine stumbling upon a better one for him and Emma. Everything had come together in the less than twenty-four hours since Emma made her decision to move up the ceremony, and through the hard work of so many people who loved him and his bride to be Killian was standing in the midst of a fully formed and actualized wedding that he knew Emma would love.
Every element had manifested today so effortlessly, from the weather that was mild with only enough clouds in the sky to make for a gorgeous sunset in a few minutes time, to the change in venue that had to come with the sudden shift in plans. Despite trying her best to reorganize with the owners of the club where things had been planned for months, Emma's mother hadn't been able to bend things to her will, but it felt almost divinely crafted in the end. For now, after some ingenious planning on both Mary Margaret and Elsa's parts, Emma and Killian were getting married at Anna and Kristoff's Arendelle Estate and tying today back with the first date they'd shared many months ago. It was incredibly poetic, and somehow perfect even though none of this would have happened were it not for the twist of fate they'd faced yesterday.
In the times before when Killian had visited here he'd always admired the beauty of this piece of property and the lushness of this land so near the sea, but he never could have imagined it as it was now. In a matter of hours the place had been totally transformed and now the spacious grounds bore not only delicate floral designs and twinkling lights under a huge white tent for the reception, but a tasteful and elegant setup on the beach for the actual ceremony to take place. This would be the sacred spot Killian would always think of when he reflected on the day his whole world changed, and in just a matter of moments it was where Emma and Killian would be saying 'I do' in front of all the people here to wish them well this evening.
The thought that those vows were closer than ever and that soon enough he and Emma would be man and wife meant everything to Killian, but it was arguably even more powerful given everything they'd gone through yesterday. It was impossible for Killian to not still be effected by what had happened, and though he'd had hours to spend with Emma since then and a night wrapped up in her despite the old tradition of separation most couples kept, it wasn't quite enough to wash away the memory of the fear he'd felt.
"I'm here, Killian," Emma had promised him more than once as her hands roamed over his body or her mouth trailed kisses along his skin. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."
It had taken a little time to believe that despite Killian's constant ability to trust the woman he loved, but finally it did sink in and his heart was secure enough in her safety to let go of most of the pain, but the memory of it would always remain with him. For though Emma might have been the one to take the hit of that bullet, Killian felt the impact of the trauma right down to his bones in an undeniable way. This was because for all intents and purposes their lives were already tied together, and a risk to one was a risk to both that could injure unlike anything else in the world.
Words were simply inadequate when it came to the descriptions of how it had felt to go through such a moment, and there was nothing else Killian had ever faced that could compare to the horror of believing his Emma was hurt. Not even in moments when his own life was in peril had Killian ever known fear like that, but in the light of a new day, and with the proof ever increasing that Emma was truly okay and that she would soon bear no physical scars of that day at all, he was slowly returning to that center of calm. Emma was proving, as always, to be his anchor, and he wasn't ashamed to say that he depended on her. His life had swiftly become something better than he could ever have dreamed of because he had her, and so he'd been more than ready to side with her thoughts that they shouldn't wait to cement their commitment any longer. No matter what the cost or what the process, the two of them wanted to be married, and thankfully they were nearly there with only a few more minutes left to go before they could truly be on their way to a forever spent together.
"I hardly have to ask given the look on your face right now, but I will anyway… are you sure you're ready for this, little brother? It's a big step getting married. Best to be totally certain."
The implication from Liam that somehow Killian didn't want to marry Emma and to spend his life at her side was equal parts ridiculous and comical because of how wrong it was. There was truly nothing in the world Killian wanted more than to be with this woman, and there had never come a moment since he'd known her where there had been any doubt on that count. Was he certain? No, he was so much more than that. He was undeniably devoted to the irrefutable truth that Emma Nolan was the one woman in the world for him and that he was a better man for having known her and loved her. But while Killian would have no problem stating that plainly for Emma, he didn't feel the need in this moment of jest to give his brother the satisfaction of a grand profession.
"I've never been more certain of anything in my life," Killian replied without hesitation, casting his gaze from the aisle where soon Emma would be appearing to find a look of total and complete amusement on Liam's face and on the faces of Graham and Will, Killian's two other groomsmen present today.
The expressions his brother and friends touted were more than smug, and for a moment Killian regretted having even selected a group of mates to stand here with him at all. This teasing was hardly new, and in fact Killian had been saddled with it all day between everyone poking fun at his impatience and then goading him on with the tiniest hints of how Emma was doing without granting him with any substantial intel. But underneath all of that there was real love and friendship from all of them, and on a day as special as this one Killian couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather have by his side than these three men.
"Gotta tell you that's good to hear, mate," Will joked easily before nodding his head towards the seats in the front row that were reserved for Emma's parents. "I don't think the Chief would be at all amused with cold feet when it comes to his daughter."
"It wouldn't be the Chief Killian had to worry about," Graham said with total seriousness. "He's not the one packing heat. He leaves that to the missus."
"Wait she's armed?!" Will asked in total shock, his eyes scanning the crowd for Mary Margaret who was dressed as any mother would be for her daughter's wedding, and the completely serious reaction had the rest of them laughing.
"No she's not armed, you maniac. God, have you always been so gullible?" Liam asked before looking to Killian as if to say 'what's with this wanker'?
"Will's typically a bit dense to be sure, but I think the quickness to believe is more thanks to a certain bridesmaid than anything else."
Killian tried to muster as casual a tone as he could when he hinted at Will's growing and totally obvious infatuation with one Belle French, but it was hard to keep the smile from his face. After all Killian had pretty much had a front row seat during the previous weeks of preparation to Will's reaction to Emma's friend from the station, and it had been anything but collected and calm. In fact it was almost shocking how little game Will seemed to have when he was really interested in someone, and though Killian wasn't going to tell Will, he knew Belle was somehow receptive to it all the same. The attraction, luckily for Killian's mate, seemed to be mutual, but what would be the fun in putting Will out of his misery so soon?
"You better keep your eyes off my wife, Scarlet," Liam warned sternly and somewhat randomly given Killian's purposeful implication, but when Killian and Graham realized what Liam was on about they both chuckled before Graham filled in for Liam's momentary obtuseness.
"He meant Belle, Liam. Don't worry, no one's looking to die today."
Killian waited after Graham's more blunt declaration for some kind of response from Will, and though his eyes remained cast in the direction from which Emma would be coming, Killian was surprised not to hear any push back from his friend. This was the moment when Will should be posturing or calling them all idiots. Instead he was surprisingly quiet which spoke volumes to just how right Killian and Graham's observations had been.
"What's the matter, Will? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you're trying to save up your words for your girl. You could have used them the last time she was talking to you. I mean that was just terrible," Graham joked and though Killian heard the scuffle of Will shoving Graham's arm and the whispered threat to 'bugger off' Killian was immediately pulled from that jesting by the sounding of the string quartet across the way as they began to play the wedding march.
"This is it, brother," Liam said jovially, slapping Killian on the back before stepping slightly farther away. "Get ready for the best times of your life."
There was no way that given his sudden surge of eagerness and excitement that Killian could respond. It felt like his whole world had suddenly spun back into its proper orbit, and the fleeting rays of light cast around them felt warmer and more prevalent now than ever. The sweetness of the music lilted over the beach, complimented nicely by the very subtle splash of waves at the shoreline, but then Emma's bridesmaids stepped into view one by one and Killian's hammering heart overpowered all the rest of it. He was so damn ready for Emma to be there, and it took everything in him to stay rooted to his spot when all he wanted was to get to her sooner.
Finally, after what felt like a small kind of eternity, his Emma appeared and words escaped him in that second when Emma finally came into view. It felt like the rest of the world was not so slowly fading away, like it was merely a distant memory of another time and place that didn't bloody matter. The only room in his heart and mind was dedicated to the stunning woman walking down the aisle towards him on her father's arm, and the rush of love and hope in Killian's chest at the sight of her was almost more than he could bear, but he wouldn't trade it for anything the world over.
A vision in white, that's what Emma was right now, almost as if an angel had fallen just for him. She was at once delicate and graceful in the ivory lace of her gown, yet somehow she was strong and sure too, and though from outward appearance she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, it was the brightness of her smile and the warmth of her love that shone through more than anything. It added a sparkle to her brilliant green eyes and it felt like all the light in the world was made for her and of her somehow.
All Killian wanted, all that he had ever wanted, was to feel a part of that light and right now he did more so than ever. It was unlike anything Killian had ever experienced before, this pull of complete and total bliss as he gazed upon his future wife, and all the promise of happiness and joy that charged the air around them crackled even more forcefully to life when Emma was just before him and her father placed her hand in Killian's.
"Take care of my girl, Jones," David said sternly, and it took everything in Killian to look away from Emma and provide her father with the respect he deserved. Killian nodded quickly, hoping to convey the sincerity he felt as he did.
"Always, sir," he vowed before adding a truth that shouldn't be forgotten. "Though I dare say Emma can handle anything herself."
The Chief seemed to accept that answer, kissing Emma's temple once more before returning to his seat and taking his spot just beside his wife, leaving Killian and Emma together and alone. Well except for the crowd of onlookers and the justice of the peace of course, but if it weren't for Emma's keeping him in the moment, Killian would have ignored all that and laid it all out on the line right then. Every word he'd thought up for his vows was on the tip of his tongue as well as so many more, and his instincts told him to pull this woman close and never let go, ceremonial structure be damned, but he couldn't risk dulling the brightness in Emma's eyes in any way, and so he contented himself with holding her hands in his and watching her through every part of the ceremony, soaking her in in all of her splendor.
Finally the moment came when most of the formalities and greetings had been completed and it came time to make their promises to each other, but it still required some waiting on Killian's part, for his wife had requested to gift him with her vows first. At the time Killian had hardly considered that a problem, but then in the face of Emma's words he was so overtaken that the vows he'd thought up himself seemed to fly straight out of his head, replaced instead with hers that he'd hold so much closer than any other words he'd ever received.
"Killian, I don't think there are very many stories that start the way ours did, and if there are then I have never heard of them. The fairytales I read as a kid never said I'd find my one true love on a fire escape in the middle of a ridiculous false alarm, and they definitely didn't stipulate that my mother and the mayor would meddle the way they did…"
"I didn't meddle, I just pushed them together a little," Mary Margaret said from the few feet away she was, pulling an eye roll from Emma and a smile from Killian.
"It's alright, honey. Whatever you did it turned out all right in the end," David promised, seemingly appeasing Emma's mother and allowing Emma to continue on.
"But looking back on what we've found and all the good that came from those seemingly random and mostly crazy moments, I wouldn't change a thing about any of it. Everything we've been through, every up and down has led us to this moment, a moment I never believed I'd see because I was too afraid to go there. Love and me had never been something that worked before, and though I always had my parents as a guide for what could be, I didn't actually think it could happen to me, until I met you. It took meeting a man who was kind and gorgeous and loyal to the end to trust that love like this could be real, and I know in my heart that I needed you, Killian, and I will continue to need you always.
"Maybe that's not the strongest thing to say but it's true all the same, because the fact is I am stronger when I'm with you. I'm a better me with you by my side, and I'm a surer person because I know your love and I feel it every day without fail. I can do anything when we're together, Killian, and I promise to always try and be the same for you. Whatever dreams you have, they'll be our dreams together, and wherever life may take us, know that you'll have me with you always."
It shouldn't have surprised Killian that in her vows Emma would have found perfection. Every word and every sentiment pierced through him almost to the point of pain, but in a glorious way, and with the truth of her feelings shining so bright, Killian knew she had to mean every word. But now somehow he had to find words of his own, and though he'd headed into today prepared and believing that he had it all figured out, he spoke from the heart instead, granting Emma the same genuine affection she'd given him and hoping she'd feel them as much as he'd felt hers.
"I love you," Killian stated plainly before diving into anything else, and the simple statement made Emma's smile brighten even more before she bit her lip. "I love you, Emma Nolan, and before it happened, before I fell into this miraculous love with you, I didn't truly know what those three words meant. I believed myself to be aware of what real love entailed, but you have shown me that was not the case. I was blind to so much of what could be and then one day I met a woman, a woman who was capable and fierce and too beautiful to be real who opened my eyes. You can imagine my alarm when I then tried to convince her that she should take a chance on me and she resisted my advances."
This comment pulled a laugh not just from Emma but from most of the attendees too, but Killian continued on, his thumb running against Emma's wrist ever so lightly in a silent reminder that these words, even if they were being aired in public, were really just for her. Emma seemed to understand him too, for her smile slid back to that attentive sort of shape it had been in before, and he felt like as consumed as he was by her she was reeling from the exact same feelings.
"You were right before when you said that the going from there was unusual, but in all of the twists and turns, there was never a time when I regretted what we have and what we are. Perhaps our path has been different than others, but I believe it led us somewhere few people ever get to – a state of love so true it has no choice but to endure and to thrive in the face of anything. And I really believe that Emma, that we'll always endure and have this come what may. I know that together you and I can get through anything, love. We can weather every storm, revel in every blessing, and seize the moments of each day, cherishing them as two people in love should.
"As for dreams, the truth is, Emma, that you are my dream, and the rest of it, the details of the life we'll make will all be thanks to you. All I could ever ask for is to have you at my side, but I will stop at nothing to give you the world. We'll find our way together you and I, and I promise that it will be a life worth living. And someday, years from now when we look back on what we've had, we won't carry regrets. We'll have no what-ifs, only the certainty that this was the happiness we were always meant to find, and that nothing could be better in the world than this love, right here."
Before Killian could double guess anything he'd said or trace back over his declarations to see if they measured up, Emma showed him just how much she appreciated them by pulling him in for a kiss well before it was time. Killian was hardly off put by that either, but though she'd let the emotion of the moment get the best of her, it was Emma who broke the kiss just as quickly, blushing a rosy shade of pink at her outburst as she did.
"I just couldn't wait for that," Emma whispered and Killian's face came to cup her cheek.
"I'm glad you didn't. That's what all this is about – we've no need to wait any longer. We have everything now."
And as soon as their rings had been exchanged, their 'I dos' had been stated, and the justice had cemented them as man and wife, another kiss was had out there in the setting sun of a flawless, perfect day to celebrate that fact. For the wait truly was over, and a new chapter had dawned for both of them that was destined to be even better than all the ones that had come before.
…
Emma didn't know exact statistics about how often people had perfect honeymoons, but it was safe to say, on the last full day of her and Killian's trip to this Caribbean island resort enjoying the sands and surf, that they had had one.
There was not one part of this trip, not the weather, or the accommodations, or the atmosphere of this tropical paradise that hadn't been amazing, and yet Emma had to admit that she was a little biased. After all she was riding a real high from the whole marrying her soul mate thing and it was feasible that they could have ended up in any corner of the world and she'd have loved it as long as she was with Killian.
Today though, Emma had woken up to a prospect she was hoping for all trip that was finally possible. Though her injuries had been relatively minor given her being shot just two weeks before, the bruising through her vest had been less than subtle and as such she'd been forced to cover up a bit more of herself on this vacation so far. But finally, after two weeks of rest and relaxation and tender love and care from her husband Emma was back, fully recuperated without even the faintest trace of the wounds she'd faced. As such, she was eager to share a little gift with the man she loved, and the thought of his face when he realized her intentions had Emma grinning like an idiot as they got ready for their final afternoon in the sun.
"Can you believe it's our last day here?" Emma asked once she'd finally gotten herself together and was back out in the suite with Killian, concealed by her cover up for the time being and pretending everything was totally normal. "Crazy how time flies when you're feeling this happy."
"Aye, love, it's gone by quickly, but I won't pretend I'm not a bit eager to be getting back. Going home again holds so much more promise now than it ever did before."
The fact that Killian could say sweet things like that and it still sent a flutter through Emma spoke volumes to the lasting power of this love that they'd found together, but the craziest part was it was totally natural to him. Killian had always been the kind of man who spoke his mind. He never hid things from Emma or tried to spin himself into something that he wasn't. What you saw was what you got with Killian, and what Emma got was lucky when he'd stumbled into her life all those months ago and made her fall in love with him.
"Agreed," Emma said before pressing a kiss to his lips lightly and then pulling away just at the point where he was going to take things further. Not that she would mind getting wrapped up in her husband and never leaving this room, but the promise of the moment she could have if she just showed a little more patience was too strong a call to turn down. Instead she stepped back, running her hand along his chest and smiling. "But in the meantime, I don't think one more day of sun could hurt."
As Emma expected, Killian was eager to concur with her and enable anything he thought she might enjoy, and she was going to enjoy this final journey down the sandy path to the little cove that was all theirs during this honeymoon. It was exactly what any two newlyweds could want, totally private and intimately romantic, but try as she might Emma hadn't been able to get her husband to take advantage of that isolation as of yet. Each time they'd gotten riled up and close to crossing the line he'd always whisk her back to their rooms and make love to her there, but this time Emma wanted to watch Killian so overcome with passion that he couldn't fend it off. It would be, quite simply, the best way to end this trip, and she was one hundred percent confident that she'd get her way if she played her cards right.
"All right, all things consider I admit there are some things I'll miss about this trip," Killian admitted when they'd finally arrived at their loungers by the shore. "Namely the warmer climates and the fact that we've gone two whole weeks without a single interruption to our time alone. Home hardly boasts the same potential."
"You don't think my parents will be interested in granting us some 'newly married' privacy?" Emma joked, knowing for a fact that wasn't happening. No sadly enough once they touched down in Boston again things would largely go back to the way they always had been, and while there was certainly comfort in that fact, there was also the inconvenience that being so close to family always seemed to bring.
"I think I'm damned glad I stole back your mother's key again. Maybe if we give her the run around for a few weeks about having another made I'll be marginally more forgiving of her intrusions. But that's only if I have a little time alone with my wife first."
"Moment crashing parents or not we have more than a 'little time,'" Emma murmured seductively. "We've got forever, or had you forgotten that?"
"Hardly, love," Killian said as he pulled her back in close stealing another heated kiss that threw Emma slightly off kilter before he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, looking like he was working hard to keep from giving in to the heat of this embrace and the lust brimming underneath the surface. "You could say I'm totally dependent on that forever. I'd never make the mistake of taking it for granted."
"You are way too charming for your own good, Sergeant. You realize that right?" Emma asked as she shook her head, watching her husband's smile tip up to one side and his blue eyes fill with the light of good humor. But it wouldn't last as long as he was probably anticipating, not when Emma had decided this was the moment of truth and she began taking apart the wrap she'd worn, revealing the barely-there bathing suit she was donning underneath.
For a few seconds it didn't seem to compute for Killian. That same almost roguish smile remained, and though he watched her with that same attentive level of fascination that he always did, Killian was fixated on her motions more than her body itself. Eventually though that shifted, likely because there was suddenly far more of her bare skin on display than in days past, and in the instant her master plan dawned on Killian, his smile slipped and something so much deeper was revealed in its stead.
Whatever Emma had imagined the reaction would be from Killian in the times she'd fantasized about this eventual reveal it couldn't compare to the actual response, which was simultaneously aghast and ravenous at once. There was this almost tangible sense of worry that she was so on display right now, though not in a way that undercut her authority to do as she pleased. Killian would never call that into question, but already Emma could see the gears turning in his mind about how he could convince her not to be so blatantly revealing for (what he thought was) the world to see. But more than that vein of protectionist thinking there was a hunger that Emma craved and wanted and that outshone all the rest of it when all was said and done. That look, the look like Killian simply couldn't control his desire for her try as he might, sent a shooting pulse through her system and heated her substantially.
"Bloody hell," he cursed to himself and Emma bit back her victorious grin, trying to play it off like she was oblivious to his thinking and probably failing miserably in her acting like this wasn't totally planned.
"Do you like it?" she asked, turning around and giving Killian a view from the back as she moved to drape the cover up she'd worn over the arm of one of the chairs. In seconds Killian was there, his hands coming to hold her hips and bring her against him. It sent a thrill zinging down her spine and through every nerve to feel how hard he already was and how ready he was physically to give into her tease, but Emma didn't retreat, instead arching just the tiniest bit closer to him to show this was exactly what she wanted.
"Like isn't exactly the word, my love. I believe I'm right between love and loathe when it comes to this particular ensemble."
"Loathe, huh? Sounds intense," Emma whispered as his hand moved across her abdomen, his fingers tracing just above the bottom of the skimpy white suit and leaving goose bumps on her skin from the seductive chill it sparked.
"The thought that another soul would ever see you in this does not exactly sit well with me, Emma," he growled and Emma smiled at that before moving her hand over his and looking back over her shoulder at him. "But at the same time I'm powerless to deny just how stunning you are."
"Good thing there's no one here to see me then," Emma reasoned, her voice coming out with a breathy intone that hadn't been there at the start of this talk and that only ever came when this man's hands were on her body like so. "Consider this a present just for you."
"Is that what this is? And here I thought it was a challenge, and a rather blatant one at that. You're hoping I'll lose all control and take you right out here, aren't you, love?"
Words wouldn't even form at that point on Emma's tongue, not when Killian's lips had found that spot just behind her ear and then moved lower as one of his hands came up to the flimsy and straining tie between her breasts that was keeping the mere scrap of material on her chest at all. With deliberate slowness Killian pulled at it, and just when it was about to give he stopped, waiting for her answer and chuckling against her skin.
"Tell me what you want, Emma. Tell me how you want your husband to take you right out here in the open. You know I'll always give you what you desire, my love. All you need to do is ask."
Emma's eyes closed at the command and she had to work hard to cut through that underlying hum of need and want that had enveloped her. She was feeling so much because of the undeniable mastery Killian had over her body, but it also didn't hurt that she was helplessly in love with him. Every touch was more than just a pleasurable sensation, but an affirmation that her world was completely and totally right. Part of her swore she had to be dreaming because no one could have this level of unbridled joy, but she did – they did – and all she had to do was tell Killian what she wanted and that would be highlighted even more in the most amazing way.
"You're actually going to go along with this?" Emma asked, stunned that she'd formed a sentence at all, but slightly frustrated at the fact that she was stalling further from all that Killian was promising with those glorious hands of his.
"Is it what you want, Emma?" Killian asked, his other hand dipping below the thin material of her bottom piece and Emma nodded before finally uttering the word aloud.
"Yes. Definitely yes."
"Then it's exactly what we'll have, love," Killian promised as he maneuvered her swiftly over to the bed-like structure that was spread out behind the loungers. It was meant to be a block from the heat of the sun with its pitched white canopy above, but Emma's genius of a husband was going to use this more spacious spot to give Emma exactly what she'd been after since seeing this whole set up in the first place.
The dance that unfolded from there was the most maddening kind of tango between fast and achingly slow. To say that it was teasing was too mild; it was an undeniable onslaught of sensation all courtesy of a man who knew Emma better than she knew herself. Every touch and every kiss was deliberate, and when coupled with the whispered words of praise for her that Killian couldn't seem to keep contained it had Emma's pulse roaring with fire and want and need. She was ready for this before they'd even begun, but Emma knew that getting her way didn't mean she was exactly leading this perusal. If anything she was just along for the delicious and tantalizing ride.
"Do you want to know a secret, my love?" Killian asked what could have been minutes or days later after spending what felt like forever riling her up with roaming hands and kisses to her neck and then down to her breasts where he'd spent so much time and meticulous attention pulling out every ounce of pleasure he could.
Emma honestly didn't know if she had the ability to say yes as his body moved lower and he trailed kisses and nips down from her breasts along the planes of her stomach. She was so distracted and caught up in all of this, but then his eyes flicked back to hers, teasing and taunting and challenging her in a way she had to rise to no matter how much she was experiencing right now.
"Tell me," she pleaded, her voice breathy and not bothering to conceal how turned on she was. This of course left Killian grinning and looking every part the conquering hero.
"Your gift, undeniably perfect as it might be, was hardly necessary. You see I had every intention of fulfilling your desires today plan or no plan."
"You did?!" Emma asked, her words basically choked out as Killian's hands removed the last bit of fabric between them, revealing her to him. "But I thought…"
"You thought I was suspect of the lack of privacy," Killian filled in when Emma's train of thought slipped for a moment. "And I was for the first few days. But more than that I feared giving in would mean having less time for you to thoroughly enjoy this trip. All it would have taken was one memory of having you out here as I wanted and I wouldn't have stopped. It never would have been enough."
Emma was trying to comprehend everything that Killian was saying, but just when understanding began to dawn on her it shattered as his mouth came to her sex. Then all thoughts were lost and the only thing left was fireworks and the throbbing, electrifying bliss of his talented tongue working its magic. In truth every part of it was so fantastic that Emma fell into her climax before she even thought possible, shattering into what felt like a million pieces only for Killian to put her back together as he made his way back up her body to look into her eyes.
"Truth is, Emma, resistance when it comes to you is futile. It's almost as if your will is my command, probably because we both always want the same things."
"So stop resisting," Emma replied as her hands moved down the defined slope of his chest and then lower, feeling the taut muscles that spoke to his barely restrained need. In this moment Killian had finally stilled long enough for Emma to have some kind of upper hand, and she wasn't fool enough to waste it. Instead she took advantage of the opening and flipped their positions so Killian was beneath her now, looking like he was seconds away from caving fully as she came to line herself up with his hard, waiting length. "Give in with me."
Killian didn't need to be told twice, and Emma was fully ready to take charge of this union, bringing them together over and over again as the pressure inside of her built. It was slow at first, building to something so much stronger, but soon it gave way to hard and fast and finally they were both teetering over the edge and into a release so sweet it outshone everything else, leaving Emma spent and sated and totally content.
"That was… well I don't even think there's words for what that was," Emma said, swearing there shouldn't be a high so good but thankful that there was and that she'd found it with Killian. People didn't get this lucky, but somehow they were and it was almost like magic in how rare all of this was.
"Aye, love, I think we're in agreement on that. Perhaps I shouldn't have denied you all those other times. Clearly you were onto something," Killian acquiesced, pulling a smile to Emma's lips as she snuggled in closer to him.
"I think you just more than made it up to me," Emma teased and Killian chuckled, his fingers tracing shapes along her bare back as the vibration of it ran through her.
"You mentioned our return home before, Emma, and I just want you to know that whatever happiness we've had here isn't going anywhere. We'll carry it with us always. No matter where we are, no matter what we face, we'll always have this. We'll always have us."
Emma knew that was true and as she looked up into her husband's eyes, she saw glimpses of that happiness they were going to have. After years of seeing something similar with her parents, Emma knew what a marriage built with the foundations of true and lasting love looked like. It wouldn't always be easy, but it would always be worth it and Emma knew she and Killian were both determined to give this there all. They'd walk through life together and face each triumph (like starting the family they both wanted), and each set back (which were bound to pop up given their jobs and the risks they came with), and though it might not always be sunshine and smooth sailing, it would be the best part of her world and one of the greatest things she'd ever done.
"I love you," Emma whispered as her hand ran across Killian's jaw, grazing the spot where flesh met the stubble of his beard and taking comfort in that rough scratch that she'd grown so familiar with.
"And I love you, Emma. For this day and all days still to come."
With those precious words and another kiss, Emma and Killian set out to enjoy the last fleeting hours of their honeymoon before returning back home soon after and finding that Killian was absolutely right. The joy did last, and their love grew ever stronger as weeks turned into months and months to years. Eventually the family they dreamed of came to be too, and with it came a stronger understanding of just how much they'd found together. It was a gift Emma and Killian would never trade for anything, and to have all that while still having the work that the two of them loved made for a wonderful kind of balance that facilitated a truly beautiful life.
And in the end, despite the odds being stacked against them, and despite all obstacles the world might through their way, the love of these two people remained constant and endured. Because for Killian and Emma Jones there would never be anything more important than love and fighting for it always and forever.
Post-Note: So to say this has been a fun little fic for me to explore is an understatement, and as long as I've been writing CS I've always wanted a story with Emma as a detective and Killian as a firefighter. It's a trope I've always enjoyed, and because of that it's bittersweet to have this story ending. As of right now this is the last chapter of the fic (though I intend to craft an epilogue sometime later this summer) but I went out I believe with my usual brand of fluff and cuteness. I hope that you will all agree, and I appreciate all the kindness and support you guys have sent my way during this project. It's been delightful and I really enjoy seeing what you guys think. Anyway hope you have great rest of your day and thank you all very much for reading!