A/N: This chapter includes a glimpse into the honeymoon, and then a little bonus that I've been meaning to make good on for a while in this story. It's a shorter chapter, because I just wanted two small glimpses, but it also has a lot of smut. This is for my hard-core fans who read a lot of my stories, and have been missing the M ratings a bit on some of my one shots. Hope it helps, and hope we all survive tonight's episode!

Emma

Stretching out on the lounge chair that was facing the beautiful turquoise waters, Emma couldn't help but feel a little sorry. This was their last day, on their honey moon and it had been a magical week. They'd spent it entirely wrapped up in each other at a beachfront resort with a private bungalow on the water. It was like a little slice of heaven, but they only had one more day. One final day of sand, sun and sex on the beach.

Since finding out she was pregnant, both Emma and Killian had decided it might be best to avoid the more death-defying adventures of the original trip plan. To Emma, bringing a baby into the world in a few months time was enough of an impending adventure. That being said, they'd still gotten to go sailing and so a little snorkeling while here. In truth, they'd done just enough to have stories for the inquiring minds that were waiting at home without having to say that all they'd done was have really hot sex. Emma moved on her chair again, trying to stretch out the tension in her muscles. Part of it was from necessity, but there was another thing to consider – Killian's hyper vigilance of all of her actions this trip.

"Emma, love, you know what your writhing around in that chair does to me." Killian muttered from beside her. And there it was, the manifestation of her secondary reason for drawing attention to herself on the chair. She didn't even need to look over to know that her Captain was looking ridiculously hot. He looked good in everything, sure, but in a bathing suit, wearing shades and sporting a bit of a tan, he was incredible eye candy. Emma felt a flutter in her stomach before turning to face him. The anticipation was rewarded with a reality that was better than the image in her mind. Behind her own shades she scanned his body hungrily, then took them off so he could see how much she wanted him.

"You knew when you married me that I get hit with certain cravings." In seconds he was on her, straddling over her on her chair, blocking the sun. She reached up and took off his sunglasses, revealing those expressive eyes. They put the ocean in front of them to shame with the shades of blue that swam together and were focused all on her. In them she saw the promise that every day could be this way, even if they went back to the chillier climate of Maine. Wherever they were together, the heat would follow.

"I will never let my wife go hungry." With that, he kissed her, demanding so much that Emma couldn't help but melt into his embrace. Her hands ran around his bare chest, and she silently celebrated the merits of a private beach not for the first time this week. His hands on her, tracing patterns along all her exposed skin had Emma humming with pleasure.

"Killian," her voice was thick with lust and it had Killian responding by untying the bottom of her bikini with deft hands. Emma meanwhile, pushed his suit down, freeing his cock and sighing as he lined up with her, but he paused and Emma looked up to him.

"You get this little crease right here when I make you wait too long." Killian traced the line between her brows and Emma reached her hand down and gripped his cock. He let out a grunt at that, and was starting to slip in his control. Emma bit back a grin, staring at his mouth as she spoke.

"Hardly polite to keep me waiting, especially with my hormones as crazy as they are." There it was. She had him now, because every time she so much as hinted at the baby, Killian was possessed. He was so taken with the idea of being a dad, and his already constant tendency to watch out for Emma and keep her safe and fully satisfied had gotten stronger. If he channeled half of his energy into providing for their family and keeping their kids happy, he would be the best father.

"Right you are, love." He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with the lazy languid pace that came with the warmth of the sun and easygoing beach living. Emma wanted – no needed – more from him but as she tried to pull him down to her, he took advantage and flipped their positions, a seriously impressive feat given the way these chairs worked. Now Emma was on top of him, and she had a better idea of his intentions.

"You could have just said you wanted me on top." She said as she lined herself up with him and heard the groan bubbling up in his chest.

"What's the fun in asking, when I can bring you to the promised land myself?" Emma laughed low, and trailed her hand along his chest and down to his abs before lowering herself inch by glorious inch onto him. She couldn't hold back the hum of pleasure that coursed through her. With her on top, it left Killian more able to use his hands, driving her crazy as he teased her breasts, and then finally lower. Emma couldn't control her reaction, which was a nearly scalding heat, and as they found the perfect pace to get both of them to their beautiful breaking point, Emma felt herself flood with light and love. This was her husband, and with every passing second she was more and more in awe of that staggering truth.

Now nestled together, lying side by side on the lounger, crowded but loving the fact that they had to be right on top of each other, Emma traced unconscious designs along Killian's arm. She took note of his labored breathing as it started to calm, felt the beat of his heart when her hand moved to his chest and then saw his smile. He was always smiling with her, but it had only gotten more obvious since they'd said their 'I dos.' At the receiving end of these looks of adoration, Emma felt unstoppable, like anything was possible, and like she would never go another day without being loved. For a girl with her background, there was nothing that could feel better than that. Killian made her stronger, and everything he gave her, he did without ulterior motives. He went through life only wishing to bring her happiness and comfort, and he always succeeded.

"I love you." Emma whispered as she placed a kiss above his heart.

"I know." Emma grinned. Her husband was a bit of a Star Wars nerd, and had been sharing that particular propensity with her over the course of their courtship. Leave it to him to try and quote the movie as often as possible.

"What are we going to do when we have to get back to reality?" Emma asked a little while later.

"We're going to have a wonderful life." His belief was unwavering, and the certainty in his tone brought happy tears to her eyes. She would blame it on the baby, but even if she hadn't been pregnant, she knew these words would still affect her. Emma could see the life that he was speaking of, and she knew he was right. They had the whole world ahead of them, and there was no one else she'd want beside her more than him.

"I'm going to get so fat." Emma mused, not totally adverse to the idea of eating all the baked goods she made over the next few months and making late night runs for grilled cheese, or pickles, or whatever pregnant women craved.

"You're going to carry our child, and you're going to be a vision all the while." Emma rolled her eyes.

"Any one ever tell you that you're a little too in love with me?" He laughed at that.

"Not possible. You deserve the entire world, Emma. I am simply giving you as much as I can as one man." Emma felt herself melt into the words.

"I think that charm may backfire over the next few months. Grumpy, insecure me probably won't love it." Well she would, but she'd also probably hate it too.

"Then I'll have to use my other many skills to satisfy you, won't I? There's more to me than my good looks and word crafting." At the mention of his other skills, Emma felt a lit bit of the lingering lust spark inside of her.

"There certainly is." Emma said as she felt him getting hard again. "Seriously? I thought I was supposed to be the insatiable one."

"I think we can share that duty, love." And share they most certainly did.

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Killian

As he drove the car to Saviory Sweets, Killian felt a bit of tension setting in his shoulders. He and Emma were on their way back from the airport, when Emma had announced that she left something she absolutely had to get tonight at the bakery. It couldn't wait until morning, and she wouldn't be able to sleep without it. Though Killian had absolutely no idea what she could have possibly left there that would be so important, he heeded the wishes of his wife and drove on.

They passed the town line, and Killian noted how in darkness, the town seemed even quainter. With few lights to speak of, and even fewer people milling about, there was a soft sort of quiet that clung to this place. In many ways, it was the opposite of the land were they'd just been, but Killian was happy to be back. This was their home, and this was where their future lay. They passed the park where his and Emma's children would play, and the school where they'd have their first day of kindergarten. There was Granny's diner, where they'd no doubt take the kids for the occasional meal out (or not so occasional if Emma was pregnant again), and the station where he worked and would show his children what it meant to serve and protect. They passed the marina where he might teach them to sail, and some of the trails where they might try for a family camping trip. Whatever was in store for the Jones family, this town held the map of their future, and it was one Killian knew would be bright and happy.

He held Emma's hand in his, and felt her thumb run along his hand as the radio played lightly in the background. Emma was humming along, looking through the dash, the light of the moon lighting her up and giving her a glow. Though he could only steal glances, not wanting to risk their safety as he drove, he was assured from those stolen moments that she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. As she sat here beside him, daydreaming about something, he wondered if her thoughts lay in the same direction that his did. The only way to know was to ask.

"Penny for your thoughts, love." Emma smiled before turning to him and he let himself enjoy just another second of looking at her before returning his attention to the road.

"I was just thinking that it's good to be home. I loved our honeymoon, but I have a feeling I'm going to love this more." The cheerfulness in her voice was like a balm for his spirit. To hear her sounding so hopeful was a great gift. But she also sounded a little tired, and he wished he might persuade her to get some more rest. She was hell-bent on working tomorrow, but she needed her sleep.

"Sure I can't convince you to delay your journey to the bakery so we can enjoy being home once more?" Killian asked, not wanting to push, but also really wanting to have his wife back home with him.

"Do you trust me?"

"More than I trust myself." Emma smiled.

"This is something we both need, and it's been a long time coming." Unsure of what she could possibly mean by that response, Killian pulled to the front of the bakery, parking the car and moving quickly enough to open Emma's door for her. They made their way inside the front entrance, and Emma extended her hand, pulling Killian with her to the back until they found themselves at the office door.

"Getting a jump start on some late night paperwork, love?" Killian asked, the reality of Emma's intentions only now starting to dawn on him. They were here to make good on some existing promises between them about sex in a certain location.

"Oh, actually that's a good code word for what we're about to do. And since I anticipate I'll likely want some repeat performances, we should keep it handy." Emma pulled him inside the small room by the lapel of his jacket and when they were standing flush against each other, Killian could smell the light scent of vanilla that clung to Emma's blonde hair. Her big green eyes were wide with excitement, and he aimed to deliver the dirty little fantasy she'd been concocting for months to her tonight. It could be his one last wedding gift.

"In your dreams do we do this fast, or tantalizingly slow?" Killian whispered, her lips at her ear, before he nipped at the lobe lightly. Emma shivered in his embrace, and let out a breathy sigh of a reply.

"Both, but tonight I want you to take your time with me. A few more hours before returning to our world sounds perfect." Killian couldn't hold back the smile at his wife's want, and he ran his fingers through the golden locks that had fallen in front of her face. He moved the two of them back until the desk hit her ass and then, with only the briefest of glances, he knocked off the papers that were taking up residence on the hard wood. He had Emma sit down on the edge of the desk, as he ran his hands over her thighs, spreading her legs apart.

"This is why you wore a sundress on our way home, despite the chill in the air tonight." Emma nodded.

"Totally worth it," she said as Killian allowed one of his hands to creep upwards towards her waiting heat, only where he expected a barrier, he found nothing but Emma, causing him to curse.

"Fuck, Emma, you've nothing on under this dress? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Because it was a surprise." She said, bringing his lips down for a kiss and taking what she wanted. Killian meanwhile ran his thumb across her clit, exposing the needy bud and starting the motions that always had his Swan purring with satisfaction. He was giving her the slow that she had insisted she wanted, until he felt her hands start to tug at him a bit more, her nails scratching just a bit harder, and her control and resolve slipping. Before she could ask for more out loud, he gave it to her, using his fingers to pull forth her desire. The change from slow torment to an onslaught designed for quick release was enough to send Emma tumbling, and as she did, Killian knelt before her.

"Not so fast, love. There's far more where that came from. I know my Swan has had some thoughts of me like this." He waited, face mere inches from her heat, wanting to give her more pleasure, but needing Emma to say the words.

"God, yes, I think about it all the time." She'd closed her eyes, her head tossed back and pure, unrelenting pride surged through his chest. Only he could give her this, and only he would for the rest of their days.

"That's a good girl. What do you think about specifically, Emma?"

"You making me come with just your mouth." He growled out his approval of Emma's words. He couldn't help it when he heard her talk dirty to him. This was his savior, his ray of sunshine in a world that otherwise lacked in beauty, and when she talked like that it was a truly magical thing. Something that felt so absolutely perfect and undeniably incredible couldn't go unrewarded. His mouth began to give her what she craved, and Emma's vocalized approval only inspired Killian to do more. He got creative with the way he worked her and tracked what Emma liked more than other things. When he felt her on the edge of another climax he pulled back and looked up at her.

"Do you still want just my mouth love?" He asked and Emma was so mindless with the pleasure that she just shook her head. He took that as a sign that he could use his hands once more and in seconds Emma was spiraling into ecstasy, and Killian had grown impossibly harder. He returned to a standing position and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to free his own aching member.

"Had enough of slow, my love?" Emma nodded, pulling him in for a kiss that she moaned into as he thrust inside her. That first moment of impact always felt like he'd reached heaven itself, and then got better as the right beat between them was found and sought out. Hearing Emma's need for more and working towards getting her there became his only goal. He couldn't have his own satisfaction until she'd found hers, but when she was close, she needed him with her.

"Killian, please. I want us to let go… together." Those words were enough to undo the last of his control and Emma was granted with her wish. The aftermath was a little messy, and they'd managed to cause a fair bit of turmoil in the usually polished space, but Killian merely rested his forehead against Emma's trying to catch his breath.

"How did that measure up, love?" Her lips ticked upwards in a wry smile.

"So much better than in my imagination."

"I'm happy to hear it, though truth be told, I may not survive if you start needing this every day." Emma giggled, and the sound was almost musical to Killian's ears. With a little tidying up, they could be back home soon and back in their bed together. Suddenly, it was all Killian could want.

"Let's go home." He said, extending his hand to Emma.

"Just one last thing." Emma made her way to the fridge once they were out of the office and opened up to find a container of left over chocolate frosting from the day before. She pulled it back, a new gleam in her eyes and smiled wickedly. "We might want this later."

Killian mumbled under his breath about Emma's status as a 'bloody minx' as he tucked her into his side and finally led her from the bakery. As they headed back into the night, now nearly home, Killian felt a most profound sense of contentment wash over him. His life was damn near perfect, and it always would be as long as he had this woman by his side.

Post- Note: So much smuff guys. Just all of it. I can't even pretend I'm sorry for it because I needed it this week. I have a feeling with most of you there's no apology needed anyways. Putting all the good energy out for a good episode tonight. Thanks for reading, and as always, love love love you guys for all the kind words and continued support!