A/N: I hope this was worth the wait :)

Thanks as always to my beta, Bianca (shipsxahoy). I would be nothing without her.

Killian and Emma re-entered the throne room, their hands clasped together, squeezing tightly. Emma's determination to consummate their bond weighed heavily on Killian, but despite his apprehension, there was nothing in this world that he wanted more than to claim Emma as his and his alone. The thought of seeing her gloriously nude sent shivers down his spine and had his cock springing to life.

Killian walked them (somewhat uncomfortably on his end) over to his throne and dispensed himself of his confining armor. He could feel Emma's eyes on him as he unclasped the cuirass from his torso, and removed the gauntlets, vambrace and pauldron from his arms and shoulders. With the metal completely off of his body, he turned to his goddess and was awestruck.

As he had his back turned, Emma had changed her clothing, and it was all Killian could do to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. Using her magic, Emma had exchanged the palest of pink for black, but it was a completely transparent. The fabric went from her neck and fell to the floor; even the entire length of her arms were covered in see-through black organza. Covering the fabric were silver and black butterflies that shimmered even in the dim light of the throne room. The butterflies cascaded from the tops of her shoulders down the sleeves, and got larger as they fell onto the skirt. They were even strategically placed over Emma's breasts and a few over her womanhood; the whole ensemble giving off a nude illusion, and his goddess being covered in butterflies. Her flaxen hair flowed and tumbled behind her, and her glowing skin and piercing emerald eyes filled with desire left him speechless, and incredibly hard.

Emma glided over to Killian as if she was walking on air, the train of the dress tumbling behind her as she walked. She noticed the sapphire color in his eyes darkening with each step. As she stood before him, they seemed to be as black as her dress.

Killian, finally able to form a coherent sentence, spoke in a hushed tone, "You are a vision."

Blushing, Emma admitted, "I guess if I am to be the Queen of the Underworld, then I better get used to wearing more black, don't you think?"

Her words took a moment to register, but once they did, Killian's face lit up. Before Emma had entered his life, he never had a reason to smile. He had been alone for so long, shunned by his own family over his powers. But now, his world was a happier place, and he was a happier man. In just barely over a week, his life had changed, and he couldn't fathom a life without Emma in it. Killian closed the remaining inches between them, lifted her up high the air, and swung her around. Her dress swung in the breeze created by their movement, but all he could see was the delightful smile on Emma's face as he swung her around in circles.

Dropping her down to her bare feet, he took her hands in his, and caressed them down the sides of his face, as if committing it to memory. The happiest of tears fell, dampening the skin on the back of her hands, "You want to stay?" he choked out.

Through her own tears, Emma affirmed, "My life is here now, with you. That is, if you'll have me."

Killian crushed his lips to hers, all of the building emotions releasing in a tidal wave onto her soft, supple lips. He then whispered against them, "Nothing would make me happier."

Giggling, Emma's hand ventured to the painfully obvious bulge in his leather breeches. Killian groaned so loud, he was certain Pain or Panic would have popped in to see if he was under duress. Emma's mischievous grin made the fact that she was rubbing his erection through his trousers that much more erotic. "I think that something else would make you happier at the moment…"

"Bloody siren, you are."

Emma cupped him through his leather, and it took every ounce of self control not to go off in his pants like a pubescent teenager. "Killian?" she asked while she continued to caress him.

"Yes, my darling?"

"Make love to me."

Killian removed her hand from his erection and scooped her up easily into his arms. "Yes, my queen."

Killian practically kicked open the door which led to the foyer, and walked briskly down the darkened hallway towards his bedroom. After this, there would no longer be a need to stay in the emerald room; she belonged by his side in each and every way. He walked as fast as he could without being in danger of tripping, considering the entire time she was in his arms, their lips never parted. They finally reached the door to his chambers, and he gently released her from her place in his arms. He allowed her to enter first, and seeing the look on her face as she saw his room for the first time, knowing that it was now hers, made his heart swell.

Killian wrapped his arms around her waist as she took in the surroundings, his lips finding their way onto the delectable skin of her neck. The tiny squeals that came out of Emma went straight to his rigid cock, which she no doubt felt as he ground his pelvis into her backside.

"It's beautiful, this room," Emma said through breathy moans.

Taking the time to remove his lips from her neck, he admitted, "Not as beautiful as you, Emma. I'm unable to form the right words to describe your beauty. I'm in awe of your strength and your vulnerability all at once. It amazes that you were able to forgive me for my transgression against you. I don't deserve you."

Emma quickly spun in his arms to face him, her palm caressing his stubbled cheek. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing?"

"Always once more, my love," he said.

"Killian, if I hadn't forgiven you, I wouldn't have agreed to stay with you."

"Your logic is as sound as always, but if you are serious about staying with me, there's something I must do before we...continue," he said, growling on the final word of his sentence.

"And what is that?"

"Now, that is a secret. You must close your eyes, Emma. And no peeking! I will know if you are." He stood there, waiting for her to comply with his wishes; finally, her eyes closed, depriving him of his favorite shade of green. "That's better. Now, don't open them until I tell you."

Killian left her side and practically skipped over to his armoire, searching in the bottom drawer for his intended gift. He honestly shocked himself by doing this; he had planned on waiting a while before asking, but he just couldn't help himself. If she was going to be his queen, he wanted to make it official in every possible way.

Emma could hear Killian shuffling their drawers behind her, and only for a brief moment did she entertain the idea of peeking at him. But that feeling quickly subsided, not wanting to ruin whatever surprise Killian had for her. The drawers to the armoire suddenly slammed shut, making her jump. She heard the stomping of his feet coming back to her and felt it when he was standing in front of her again, even with her eyes closed.

Killian had read of this human custom over and over in his books, so he felt he was adequately prepared, until the moment came when he dropped down to one knee in front of her. That was when his heart started beating uncontrollably and his throat ran dry. He pushed through the nerves and finally told her, "Open your eyes."

Emma looked ahead, not seeing anything immediately until her eyes travelled downward and saw Killian down on one knee. Emma had seen plenty of humans participate in this ritual while spending time with her aunt Belle, the goddess of marriage. She never expected this as Killian's surprise, and she started to tear up.

Killian grabbed her left hand in both of his and asked, "Why are you crying?"

"Because...this is more than anything I could have ever dreamed about…"

"That is how I feel about you, Emma. Which is why I want to show the entire world, nay, the universe that I am the lucky sod who is able to call you my soulmate, and something else if you will consent. Emma, Goddess of Spring, keeper of my heart: will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and reign by my side as my queen?"

Emma's right hand covered her face, trying futilely to hold back the tears. "I have already told you multiple times I would be your queen, so it's safe to say that, yes, I will be be your wife!"

Emma couldn't take her eyes off of Killian's dazzling smile as he reached down beside him and lifted up a tiny box made of rose quartz. He expertly opened it with one hand while his other was still holding on to hers. She gasped as she stared down at a miniature version of the Swan Lily that he had created in her garden, but this was carved out of mother of pearl. As he plucked the ring from the box, she noticed the ring wasn't gold or even silver: it was emerald.

"How in the world…"

"Pestilence loves her precious stones. She actually helped me design all of the rooms in the rooms in the castle. When I told her I wanted to do this, she was more than happy to oblige."

"And when exactly did you ask her to do this?"

"Before we went to go see Isaac."

"You mean…?"

"I wanted to make sure to have it ready, in case you decided to stay after the two weeks were over. Little did I know you would make up your mind sooner...something that I will be thankful for forever." Killian took the stunning emerald and mother of pearl ring and held it at the tip of Emma's ring finger. He looked up at her, seeking out permission to place it on her finger. With a simple nod and beaming smile, Killian slid it on and watched her smile grow even larger. Killian leaped up from his kneeling position, and both he and Emma wrapped their arms around each other, their lips finding each others' once again. This kiss was full of love—two hearts (and two souls) finding each other. It quickly turned passionate, as Killian's tongue sought entrance into her eager mouth, it slid along her lips, seeking permission to enter.

It didn't take long for permission to be granted, and there they stood, tongues entwined and hands wandering. Killian's hand travelled from her upper back to her lower to her pert backside. He grasped it through the light fabric, pushing her body closer to his. Emma made a slight "oh!" sound as his rock-hard member came into contact with her quim. At the same time, Emma's palms were latching onto Killian's ass, pushing him closer as well.

The finally pulled apart, panting heavily, as their foreheads rested against one another. Killian broke the silence. "Emma, love?"

Responding while trying to catch her breath, Emma said, "Yes, Killian?"

He tried to mask the nerves that controlled his body. "Lie down on the bed," he said huskily.

Emma bit her lip as she made her way over to the bed, swinging her hips more deliberately than usual. Killian drooled over the sight of her pert buttocks swaying in front of him. He need to taste her, and the sooner the better.

Emma laid on her back, her blonde tresses fanned out above her head, her hands roaming over the butterflies on her dress. Killian hurriedly removed his shirt, allowing Emma to gaze upon his torso for the first time. The tones pectorals and rock-hard abs put even the most experienced warrior to shame. The arms that continuously wrapped around her were well-muscled, and she loved seeing the dusting of dark chest hair all over, imagining herself caressing it for hours on end. She was jerked back to reality as Killian spoke to her. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Emma asked.

Killian smirked. "Distracted, were we?"

"Oh, hush!" she yelled, blushing at being caught ogling her now fiancé.

"As I was saying, are you particularly fond of this garment?"

"Well, I mean...not really…why?"

Her train of thought was halted as Killian pounced onto her like a predator finally catching its prey. He ground his throbbing erection in between her thighs, eliciting a throaty moan from her. He leaned down to her ear, and spoke in his raspy tone. "Because I wanted to make sure that when I tear this dress from you body that you won't miss it."

Without even waiting for her to process his statement, he sat on the back of his heels, grasped the fabric from the space between breast, and tore it open easily, fully revealing the hardened rosy peaks to his gaze. They were just aching to be touched, pinched and licked. "Absolutely stunning," he whispered as he leaned back down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. His wet tongue laved at her nipples, flicking it over the tip slowly back and forth. Even this part of her skin tasted like honeysuckle, and he just couldn't get enough. He popped one nipple out of his mouth and turned his attention to the other, all the while continuously thrusting between her legs. Knowing that she was currently not wearing underwear meant that the flimsy fabric of her gown was dampening, as was most likely his breeches, which turned him on even more so.

"Killian, that feels so good…"

Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he blew on it, the cold air making it harden even more. "You like how my tongue feels on you, darling?" Staring up into her gorgeous green eyes, he flattened his tongue and licked one long swipe. Then, he bit down gently on the stiff peak. As he watched her head roll back in ecstasy from just licking her nipples alone, he couldn't wait to see what she would look like as he buried himself in her.

"Oh gods above, yes I do...you're making me so wet…"

"I think I might have to see for myself." Killian slinked down her body, tearing away the fabric starting from where he opened it originally and exposing more and more of Emma's creamy flesh. For each tear he made, he kissed the skin he revealed, starting between her breasts, onto her stomach, her belly button, and right below. His next tear would reacquaint him with Emma's delicious quim, and he fully intended to feast from the source this time around. With the next rip of fabric, Killian dove between her legs head-first, gazing upon her glistening flower. Her essence dripped onto her nether lips, begging to be licked off by him. He couldn't take it anymore—Killian feasted upon her nectar like a man dying of thirst that was finally being quenched.

Emma's hand fisted into his hair as his oral onslaught continued. One particular moment when he suckled on her clit, Emma's body lifted off the bed as she cried out, "God, I love your tongue!" Not only did her cries of pleasure feed his frenzy, but when she finally fell from his ministrations on her clit, he felt the rush of fresh ambrosia on his tongue, and he licked up every last drop. Emma calmed from her orgasm as Killian crawled back up her body; he kissed her, and she could herself on his lips. The kiss lasted longer than anticipated, and Emma was able to reach between them and undo the button on his trousers. Killian kept kissing her as she maneuvered her hand to his zipper, the hissing sound of it opening still not enough to distract Killian from her lips. What finally did it was Emma's palm grasping his girth, stroking it up and down inside his pants. He moaned against her lips, and she smiled innocently. "And just what do you think you are doing, love?" Killian asked.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" she asked as she continued to stroke him.

"Emma, love, if you keep that up, I will not last long inside of you…"

Her hand stilled. "Well, we certainly can't have that…" Emma withdrew her hand from his cock as he tore the remainder of the bottom of the dress open, so that there was no barrier between himself and Emma. He then stood up and swiftly removed his boots and trousers, leaving him completely naked in front of Emma for the first time. He would have been embarrassed if not for the fact that Emma was looking at him like she wanted to devour him. He saw that her line of sight was directed right at his rigid member.

"Like what you see, love?"

"I would like it even better if it was in me…"

Killian couldn't contain the predatory growl that came from the back of his throat. He slowly walked towards her, Emma opening her toned legs to reveal even more of her dewey core. He climbed back onto the bed, bracing himself over her, the head of his cock coming into contact with her cunt. He knew how wet she was, but that still didn't prepare him for actually feeling it on his cockhead. He rubbed it on her clit, and across her dripping folds, eliciting a tiny cry from her full lips.

Killian took a moment to appreciate the woman in his bed, his soon-to-be-wife, his soulmate. "Emma, my love, no matter what happens after, just know that I will be do everything in my power to protect from any harm. I swear to you on my soul that is bound to yours."

"Killian, you are my world, and I will always be there when you need me, and support you through troubled times. I swear on my soul that is bound to yours."

Taking her lips with his once again, Killian thrusted home. As they cried out at the feeling of becoming one at last, they were blinded by a golden light. Once the light dimmed and they looked back at each other, their skin had taken on brighter glow. They knew what happened: their soul bound had been completed. Tears fell from Emma's eyes, and Killian balanced himself on one arm so that he could wipe them away, kissing her where the tracks of her tears had been.

"My goddess, my Emma, my love," he whispered.

"I love you," she answered back. "Now, I think you have some work to do, sir," she winked.

"Whatever do you mean?" he asked playfully. Emma's eyes glanced down to where he was now buried almost all the way inside of her. "Oh yes, you mean, this?" He emphasized his question with a massive thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight channel. When Emma yelled, "Fuck!," he knew he did something right. He leaned over her, bit her on the earlobe, and then licked it to sooth the ache. In his raspy voice, he asked, "You like that, don't you, my darling? You love having me inside you, filling you up with my cock?" He thrusted a little harder, and little deeper, making Emma cry out louder.

"Yes! Killian, god, yes! You feels so good!"

"God, you feel exquisite. I love feeling you wrapped around me."

"You are so big, Killian...you keep going like this, and you're going to make me come soon!"

"Yes, Emma, let go for me. I want to feel you come apart around me." Killian lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he pressed into her even deeper still. The closer she got to falling, the tighter the vice-like grip of her slick channel held onto his cock. As she fastly approached her peak, Emma's cries became higher pitched as Killian plundered her hard and fast.

"Killian, I'm going to…"

"Oh, please, come for me, Emma…"

Only moments later, Emma called out Killian's name as she climaxed, her juices coating him thoroughly. Instead of allowing her to bask in the afterglow, he fucked her through her descent, allowing another orgasm to quickly build in its wake. Sweat beading on Killian's forehead dropped onto Emma's chest, splashing across her glowing skin. Soon, the tightness in his balls was unbearable; he was about to explode.

Mid-thrust, Killian said, "I'm going to come, Emma. I can't hold it back any longer."

With longing in her eyes and another impending orgasm about to crest, Emma screamed, "Oh, Killian, please! Come with me! Come inside me!"

"As you wish" was the last thing he remembered saying before he emptied himself into her, coating her inner walls with his seed.

After a moment to catch their breath, Killian disentangled himself from Emma, and laid down beside her, curling up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. He kissed her shoulder, and she snuggled back into him even more.

"You were incredible," he told her.

"And you were as well. Are you sure that was your first time?"

"I swear, anything I have ever done has only been with you. And that's how it will be for now and for always."

Emma craned her head to smile back at him, planting a kiss on his lips before turning back around in his arms, yawning as she returned to her curled-position. If she wouldn't have yawned loudly, she never would have believed how exhausted he made her. "I love you, Killian."

"And I you, Emma. Get some rest, darling. Tomorrow, we start our future."

Her breathing started to even out, and Killian held her tighter as she fell asleep in his arms. Their future began at morning's light, and he would fight whatever and whomever tried prevent that future from happening.

A/N: The photo of the dress will be featured on the Tumblr update. Can't wait to hear your thoughts!