After the final battle, Killian and Emma finally find their way home. (I like imagining the conversations we never see, and the sexy times that follow)

The walk up to their door seems endless, both of them clinging to the last tendrils of adrenaline keeping them upright after a hellishly long day. Killian's lost track of the hour, but his body feels every minute spent, muscles still burning from his climb and fall from the beanstalk, head aching from clenching his teeth as Emma performed her Savior's sacrifice before his eyes. Her fingers give his a gentle squeeze causing her wedding ring to press against his and like a rope snapping loose in the wind, he becomes completely untethered. Eyes burning with overflowing emotion, he stops, turns and gathers her close, tucking his face into her hair as hot tears splash down over his cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Shaking his head, he just pulls her in tighter, not sure of how to express the weight of everything crashing down over him, just knowing he needs to hold her and allow himself a moment to find his bearings. Her woolen cap is slightly rough against his temple, but it's so achingly Emma that he finds himself leaning further into it, the threads drying the tracks of his tears. Keeping his hook anchored against her back, he loosens his grip on her jacket so he can cup her cheek with his hand, forcing a shaky smile upon his lips as he finds her worried eyes with his own.

"Sorry, Swan, it's been an exceedingly trying day."

Her thumb closes over his lips as if to stop him from apologizing further, her feet shuffling forward as she presses their foreheads close and she nudges his nose with the tip of hers.

"Can I tell you something?"

Catching the pad of her thumb with a quick kiss before she pulls it away from his lips, he feels a bit of himself fall back into place at his own playfulness.

"Anything, love."

"In the Enchanted Forest when we went back in time and we were in the castle, watching as Snow was killed, or so we thought, you remember that?"

"Of course."

His breath catches as her hand moves to cover his heart, her fingertips warm and strong as she leans in to press her cheek against his collarbone, her arms winding around his waist in a tight embrace. Still unsure as to where this conversation is headed, he holds her close, waiting for her to explain this trip down memory lane.

"You put your arms around me and held me and I…I didn't pull away, didn't want to because I needed your support. I think about that moment a lot. Because in my heart, I'm pretty sure it's when I first realized that I was ready to not be alone anymore."

He wishes he could find the words to tell her how much hearing this means to him, but he thinks she already knows, which is why she's chosen to share this with him now.

"You'll never be alone again, Emma."

"I think I can handle that."

A chuckle rumbles in his chest at the memory those words bring forth and he's once again reminded of how far they've come. Adversaries to lovers to husband and wife…

And now, he's once again focused on the moment at hand.

"My love, I had hoped to carry you over the threshold as is customary for our first night of marriage, but I beg upon your mercy and your magic. Can you whisk us upstairs to bed now please?"

Emma's hands move to grip at his lapels as she lifts her head from his chest, her joyful smile meeting his in a quick kiss. Her fingers flutter briefly and he waits with a smile for the telltale tug.

Within seconds, he's swept away and finds himself sinking into the welcome comfort of their mattress beneath bare skin, but is bereft at the lack of his wife in the bed beside him.

"Swan?"

That's when he sees her, leaning against the open door of their bedroom in a slip of scarlet silk, the smooth fabric draping from her breasts and stopping at the top of her thighs. His mouth falls open and he's sure he's making himself a fool, but his tongue is tied in so many knots he worries he will never be able to speak again.

Thankfully, Emma is not having the same trouble. Crossing to the edge of the bed, she runs her hands down the sides of the neglige, her eyes darkening to the deepest of green as he looks up at her with unguarded hunger.

"I know white is customary, but red is more my color."

"You look…"

Ignoring the protesting muscles of his back, he sits up and leans against the headboard and she's on the bed in a flash, his hand slipping over the smooth material as he pulls her into his lap.

"I know."

He kisses the playful smirk from her lips with a hungry kiss, urging her with hand and wrist at her thighs to come closer. She does and his world begins to spin as he realizes she's bare beneath the silk, her slow slide forward needing only a moment for her body to stretch before he's anchored deep.

"Emma…"

Warm lips fall on his and he's happy to be silenced, happy to succumb to his siren as she moves like the waves on the open ocean, his body his ship welcoming each incoming crest. When her head falls back on a well aligned thrust, his eyes fall to her breasts, nipples tight and sliding beneath shiny silk just begging for his touch. She cries out when he does, his thumb teasing her covered skin until she tugs the thin straps down her arms, the silk quickly gathering in a scarlet pool around her waist. He kisses her as he gathers her perfect breast in his palm, the strength of her response near crushing his hand between them as her arms snake around his neck and she shifts her hips to draw him further inside.

"God, right there…"

He's perilously close to falling apart beneath her, but he has no will to deny her needs. Barely able to pull full breaths from his lungs as her hips slam down harder and harder, he just tries to hold on, begging her silently with the bruises he's sure to be leaving on her skin to take what she needs quickly before he succumbs. Her first cry of release breaks the last tenuous thread of his control and he's spilling within her, his heart near bursting with relief as his wife collapses, sated and breathless against his chest. Words of love are mumbled into his neck and he echoes them, turning his head so he can bury his nose into the sweaty mess of her hair.

There was a time earlier in the day when he was unsure if they would make it back to this place, him almost disappearing into nothingness with Emma a realm away not even knowing of their love. But somehow, thanks to her belief, they made it home.

She is his and he is hers, his partner in life and love and everything in between for all eternity.