You guys asked for a part 3, so here's the final part of "Marry Me!"
A note on their wedding song. I kind of describe it later, but let's just imagine that there's a band playing their "theme" from the show. You know, the one that plays in the background of their kiss and stuff...but lengthened and just as beautiful.
Other than that, this is legit so fluffy you might just die. JK, you won't die.
Disclaimer: Seriously...Once Upon A Time...Needs...To Come...Back. If I owned Once it would be on RIGHT NOW.
Enjoy, and let me know if there's anything you'd like to see me write! =)
Marry Me, Part 3
When Mary Margaret had told her she had started planning the wedding ceremony, Emma had expected a couple of minor things. You know, the basic ideas that one would find online or in a magazine and then compile for their own wedding. Considering the fact that Mary Margaret had spent 28 years trapped in Storybrooke, dreaming about her happy ending, it made total sense that she would find something here and there. And since regaining her daughter, Emma was sure that her mother had been dreaming about a very different wedding.
Those thoughts had not prepared her for this.
Emma walked into her apartment after a long morning at the station to find Mary Margaret in her kitchen, the counters covered in books and magazines and binders and napkins and flowers and paper of all kinds. "Emma!" she called out, a smile coming across her face.
"Hi Mom," she responded naturally, taking off her coat slowly and placing it over the back of the nearest chair. "What are you doing?"
"Well since you and Killian decided to go off and get married without telling anyone, I figured we might as well get started with planning your wedding."
Emma sighed, "It's been five days, and already you're starting to plan our wedding? One that technically we've already had?"
Mary Margaret stopped, "Well it's never too soon to start. Your father and I started planning our wedding as soon as we got back. I mean, we certainly had some time stuck in there because of the whole poisoned apple thing and the sleeping curse, but that didn't stop us from having a real wedding."
"But I've had a real wedding. Killian and I don't care if it's a big ceremony or if it was a few words on a battlefield," Emma said while sitting down on the nearest stool after moving the stack of papers that were sitting on it. "We're happy, and we're married and we love each other and that's what's important."
Her mother looked sad at that, "Oh. I mean...I just thought...your family would just have liked to be there." Mary Margaret started packing up her things, sorting quickly through magazines and piling them together as if to leave, "And you're a princess and it's just I've been imagining this for…"
Emma's hand caused her to stop again, "Hey. If it really means that much to you, I suppose it can happen. But I don't want anything really fancy, and I want this to be about Killian too. It is his wedding just as much as it is mine."
"Are you sure?"
She smiled, and it spread to her mother's face, "Yeah. I am. Now, what do you all have here?"
~K&E~
Her back was up against the headboard, a binder of wedding plans sitting on her lap. "What do you think about this one?"
"Which one, Love?" Killian asked, the bed dipping as he rolled in next to her and looked at the pictures of the flowers she was pointing to.
"These ones? The red and yellow?"
He brushed closer to her, his breath hot on her neck as he breathed up to her ear, "I love them, although not nearly as much as I love you."
"Well that's good" Emma managed to get out as she ran her hand up behind his neck and into his hair, "because you're not marrying the flowers."
"You want to put that bloody book away now?" he asked, using his hook to try and close the binder on her lap.
Emma moaned but stopped him from closing it, "Mom's going to kill me if I don't look through these plans for tomorrow."
"It's our wedding" he commented, planting wet kisses along her jaw, "she can wait."
Emma closed the book.
~K&E~
"I don't understand" Killian complained as he hugged Emma closer. "Why can't you just stay here? It's not like we're not already married or anything."
She sighed, snuggling closer into his embrace, "I agree with you. But I'm sorry to say that any minute now my mother or father is going to come knocking on our door intent on keeping us apart for the next 32 hours or so."
"Your mother and her bloody wedding traditions. I'm certain she didn't spend the night before her wedding away from your father."
Emma laughed, "and how would you know that?" she asked.
He sat up on his elbow in shock, "have you seen those two? They've been married for 31 years and still act like newlyweds! They're worse than us!"
"Well you know that they were cursed for 28 of those years, right? Plus, from what Ruby says we aren't any better. Do you realize how many times you've hijacked me in the station in the past two weeks? Or pulled me out of Granny's in a very unsubtle way?"
He placed a kiss on her shoulder, "did it work?"
"What do you think?" she asked, rolling around and kissing him soundly.
As she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips, a knock sounded at the door and Killian groaned in frustration. "Now?"
"Emma!?" came the call from the door downstairs. "I know you two are in there!"
As she tried to get up, Killian stopped her, holding her against him, "she can't take you! You don't have to go! SHE'S STAYING HERE!" he yelled out to David.
"Killian" Emma said, putting her hands against his chest trying to playfully push him away, laughing the whole while, "they're not going to give up. It'd be easier for me to just go now."
"Or...we could stay holed up here forever" he replied with a smirk.
"If you two don't come out now I'm going to break open this door!" came Snow's voice, having obviously joined her husband in the pursuit to get them out of the apartment.
Suddenly Killian sat up, carefully moving Emma off of him and going to open the door. "I thought you wanted to stay here forever?" Emma asked.
He paused in the doorway, "Your father may not scare me, but something tells me I'll be a deadman if I anger your mother."
~K&E~
Mary Margaret was on the verge of crying, "Emma. You're beautiful."
She couldn't argue. As Emma gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she had to agree with her mother. The white dress she had picked out suited her perfectly, and her hair was curled in its usual fashion. On her neck she wore the Swan necklace Killian had given her as a gift earlier on in their relationship, and below it was the charm Neal had given her all those years ago. Killian had brought it to her not long after Neal's death, stating that it might help her remember him. It did, and she found comfort in the fact that Killian had been hurting just as much as she had been.
Ruby was standing by her side as well, and Belle was all smiles as she saw Emma in her dress for the first time. Emma had a sneaking suspicion that Belle was hiding something, but she put it aside in her mind as David walked into the room with a knock on the door. "You girls ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be" Emma stated with a laugh.
That's when he looked at her, "Emma…"
She blushed, "I know, I know. I'm beautiful or something like that. I guess I should get used to the fact that everyone will be telling that to me today."
"But there's only one person that matters" Mary Margaret said to her, "and we shouldn't keep him waiting any longer."
One by one they each left to walk out on the deck. She had gotten ready in Killian's cabin, since the first thing they had decided about the wedding was that it would be held on the Jolly. Mary Margaret had protested, but they had insisted. Finally, it was her turn, and David held out his arm for her to take, "Let's go."
Emma took his arm and he opened the door, letting them out into the sunlight. On the deck of the ship various chairs were set up, although all the guests were standing. Up at the front of the ship she saw the Gawain, who they had asked to officiate once again, next to him stood Ruby and Belle on one side, and on the other she spotted Henry. But finally, her eyes fell on Killian.
He stood, his eyes locked on her. His hair was brushed lightly, but still mixed up in the way she loved. He was wearing his finest leather pants, a freshly pressed black shirt and his red leather vest, and the smile on his face was enough for it to spread onto Emma's too.
But as she walked down the isle, and Killian reached out his hand she gasped, "Killian! Your hand!"
There, reaching out towards her, were both of his hands, and his smile grew wider. He grasped her hands in his after Gawain asked who was giving her away and leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "early wedding present from the crocodile."
"We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the joining of Killian Jones and Emma Swan in marriage. It's funny since I've already officiated this exact service before," he commented, causing everyone to laugh lightly, "but that does not make it any less meaningful."
"True love," he continued, "should always be celebrated. I know personally that there are not two people in any of the realms more supportive of each other. You two are partners, through and through, and nothing showcased that more than your marriage on the battlefield all those months ago. Now, I understand that this time you two have written your own vows. Killian?"
Emma looked at him, her eyes meeting his as he cleared his throat, "Emma, Love, I spent 300 years caught up in revenge. I wanted nothing more than to avenge my first love, but then you came running into my life, tying me up to trees and holding knives to my throat" he laughed. "Little did I know back on that beanstalk that I would be standing here today. That you'd change my life so completely that I would no longer be the man I was for 300 years. You, Emma Swan" he paused, and she was smiling, tears in her eyes as she let out a small sob, "have made me a better man. You made me Killian Jones again, and you gave me something to live for. And for that, I will be forever thankful. That is why I will never, ever, stop loving you, and if we are ever ripped apart again, I will search until the ends of every single realm until you are in my arms again, because there is no one I want more than you."
A single tear ran down Emma's cheek, and Killian reached up to brush it away with his thumb. "Emma?" Gawain asked.
"Killian" she said, her voice cracking with emotion, "I...I don't know how I can follow that" she laughed, bringing out a chuckle from the group of people gathered with them on the ship, "but you...there is no one I love more than you. Other than maybe Henry of course" she said with a glance towards her son, who beamed at the mention of his name. "and there is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with. We've both loved before, and we've both been hurt, but I know with all my heart that Liam and Milah and Neal are looking down at us with eyes just as bright as everyone here. Because you, Killian Jones, are what makes me happy, and I hope to god that I make you happy to because otherwise I have no clue what we're doing here." Another laugh, and in his deep blue eyes Emma could see the waves of emotion, "I love you Killian. I will love you forever."
"The rings?" Gawain asked, and Henry stepped forward, placing the rings in Killian and Emma's palms. They had talked about getting different rings, but they hadn't, keeping the same rings they had used for their first ceremony. "Now, Killian, please place the ring on Emma's finger and repeat after me: I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you."
Killian repeated, slipping the ring over Emma's finger before glancing back up to her eyes. Then Gawain asked the same of Emma, and as she placed the ring on his finger and as she repeated the lines, her voice cracked, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you." After putting the ring on his finger she ran her thumb lightly over his reattached hand.
"And now," Gawain stated, "by the power vest in me by Camelot, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride." With those words, Killian reached his left hand up around Emma's neck and pulled her to him, kissing her hard, but not nearly long enough for either of them. "Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you, Killian and Emma Jones!" She couldn't help but smile as they turned out to their family and friends and heard her new name for the first time. She wasn't Emma Swan any longer. Now she was Emma Jones, and there was no one she would rather be.
~K&E~
The rest of the day went on without a hitch. They took some pictures after the ceremony before rushing off to the reception Mary Margaret had planned. The dinner was lovely, and Emma had laughed when Killian stole some of her food even though he had plenty of his plate already. Of course, he never missed a chance to feed some of it to her off his fork anyways.
After the meal came the customary speeches, in which David had basically made a fool of himself when it came to the whole "you're my best mate who's also marrying my adult daughter who's the same age as me" thing. Henry hit it right on target though, welcoming Killian to the family officially. Following that, Emma and Killian took a special moment to talk with Rumple and Belle, who had been reunited a few months previous.
"I can…" Killian started, pausing to link the fingers of his left hand with Emma's right, "we can never thank you enough."
"It was our pleasure" Belle responded, and Emma even noticed a smile on Rumple's face.
"Can we expect Mary Margaret to be freaking out about another wedding anytime soon?" Emma asked with a Killian approved smirk on her face.
Belle blushed and Rumple looked a bit shocked as Killian and Emma walked away to go cut their cake. It was a beautiful dessert, chocolate cake with white cream and red and yellow flowers to match those that Emma had brought down the isle. The red matched Killian's vest perfectly, as did the pattern across the sides of the delicacy. Carefully, they cut it, and Killian went to give Emma the first bite, but intentionally got some frosting on the very tip of her nose, lightly kissing it to get the cream off.
After the cake was served, the dance floor opened up, and eventually David appeared at Emma's side, whisking her away for a father-daughter dance. She was unaware of the song that was playing, just relishing in the fact that she was completely surrounded by so many people who loved her. Who accepted her, and Killian, and their love and happiness. It was a feeling she had experienced for the past several years, but one that hadn't set in until that very moment.
At some point, the song ended, and Killian appeared, taking Emma's hand from David and pulling her carefully in for their first official dance and husband and wife. She looked up at him, eyes beaming, before placing her head against his shoulder and slowly swaying to their music. They hadn't picked out a classic wedding song, instead picking out a piece of music they had found deep within the depths of the music section at the library. It wasn't fast, or slow, but they both felt that it brought all the emotion of their relationship out into the open. It was beautiful, and there wasn't any song Emma would rather dance to with her husband.
The rest of the evening passed quickly, a bouquet thrown by Emma was caught by Belle, who blushed and then cried with happiness when Gold himself went down on one knee. Turns out another wedding wouldn't be too far off after all.
And finally, at the end of the night, Killian offered Emma his hand one more time, and they stepped away from the crowd as they cheered. Emma had her shoes off, carrying them in one hand as they walked slowly down the street, her head resting against his shoulder once more.
"You tired?" he asked.
She lifted her head, "A little. Why, are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in a terrible imitation of her pirate.
"Not one bit. You know, Mrs. Jones, I believe I promised you something once."
"And what would that be, Mr. Jones?"
"That it is a lot easier for me to get you out of a dress than it is any other garment."
"That you did, and what are you going to do about that?"
"Well," he said, reaching down and picking her up as she shrieked, "First, I am going to take you back to my cabin...and we're going to celebrate our wedding, just you and me. And tomorrow, we're going to go sailing, and we're not coming back for a week. Or two. Or a month. However long you want."
"You mean that?" she asked.
"What, that I'm going to take you back to my cabin and ravish you?"
Emma swatted his shoulder, "No, the part about sailing for as long as we want?"
"Aye, anything for my beautiful wife."
"You know, I like the sound of that." She kissed him, "I love you Killian."
"And I love you."