A/N: I want to thank everyone, each and every one of you who read the 1st and 2nd Part of this story. I noticed some readers weren't aware that there were anymore parts to this story, so if you are new and this is your first discovery of my fanfics. I advice you to PLEASE READ PARTS 1 and 2 FIRST before proceeding with this one. The links to those parts will be provided below. Wedding bells are ringing for our lovely ladies and a new journey begins for our favorite pair. Happy reading all and I'm sorry for the delay. More updates will be posted tomorrow. :)

This chapter is Rated M.

LINK TO PART 1:

Swan: s/13825942/1/Swan

LINK TO PART 2:

Swan: A Shade Darker: s/13846948/1/Swan-A-Shade-Darker

Part III

Today was the day! She couldn't believe it. Today, she would be known as Mrs. Regina Swan. The very thought made her smile, that her cheeks were hurting. She hasn't been able to stop smiling ever since Emma proposed to her inside the pool house of the Swan estate.

Everything was just perfect. Their life together was perfect, their love was perfect, their sex was still as strong and erotic as ever.

The planning of this wedding seemed like it happened so fast. At first she didn't care to have a big wedding, but of course, they had a lot of guests- so why not? It was their wedding! And Regina's parents did fly all the way from Florida just to witness this glorious moment in their daughter's life.

So, here she was now…

Walking down the aisle, a pearly white smile on her face, matching Emma's, who looked absolutely beautiful in her silk white wedding dress. Her eyes sparkling bright green to the sight of her wife being walked down by Henry, her father. Ruby and Belle stood right by the altar, in matching bridesmaid dresses, looking stunning as always. Daniel sat in a row right by Ivy and Ella, still pining over Regina, and feeling a little sad to have lost her to the Emma Swan. But how could he ever compete? There was no way, especially now.

They decided to have the ceremony in a tent in the backyard of the Swan estate. And how beautiful it was. White wild flowers decorated the tent, the benches had matching white ribbons on the back, with an endless supply of Emma and Regina's favorite pink champagne.

To Emma, there was no happier day than today. Her bride looking absolutely stunning in that white dress that fit perfectly against every curve of her body. It was a long sleeve dress, but the sleeves were transparent. Her veil was long as well as the tail of the dress. She wore a crown of flowers on her head that brought out her eyes.

Once they meet at the altar, both gazing at each other adoringly, cherishing each other, the ceremony begins.

Mary Margaret and Cora, both mother's of the brides wiping away their tears of joy. While both father's grinned with absolute happiness.

"I believe both brides wish to share their own vows." The priest smiles, nodding to Emma, who began.

"Regina… I vow to love you faithfully, forsaking all others. I promise to love, to trust and to respect you. To comfort you in times of need and keep you safe. All that I have is now yours." She slowly slides the ring on her finger, her eyes never leaving Regina's smile or own eyes. "I give you my hand and my heart as long as we both shall live."

Regina smiled widely, taking a hold of Emma's hand as she slipped on her wedding band. "Emma… I vow to be your faithful partner, in sickness and in health. I promise to love you unconditionally, to honor and respect you, and bring you solace in times of need. I promise to cherish you as long as we both shall live."

Emma's smile grew, her lungs inhaled a breath slowly, feeling so content.

"I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss." The priest smiled, nodding once again.

Both women beam at each other. Emma's hands cup Regina's face and pull her into a passionate kiss, sealing their love and marriage in front of the rest of the world. Applause echoes through the tent, along with cheers, including Ruby's unmistakable one.

"Finally, you're mine," Emma whispers as they part from their kiss, pulling her more into her embrace.

"Always." Regina smiles.

"You look beautiful, Gina," she murmurs and smiles, her eyes sparkling with love. "Don't let anyone take that dress off but me, understand?" Her finger caresses its way down the brunette's cheek, igniting every feeling inside of Regina.

How does she do this? Even with all these people here looking at us.

Regina nods, glancing up at her wife adoringly and oh, so in love.

"Ready to party, Mrs. Swan?" Emma smiles her shy smile, and Regina melts away.

"Ready as I'll ever be." She grins.

They share their first dance as wives. Everyone dancing around them, David and Mary Margaret, Cora and Henry, Ruby and Belle, Ella and Ivy, along with everyone else who wanted to join them on the dance floor.

A moment later, Regina found herself with Belle, while watching Emma engraved in a dance with her grandmother. Her eyes unable to move from how happy and flawlessly gorgeous her wife looked.

"She looks happy…" Belle said, her eyes on Emma.

"Yes," Regina smiled. "She does." She couldn't take her eyes off of those adorable dimples that were now on Emma's cheeks.

"Are you? You know that's all that matters to me."

Regina sighed, her smile growing. "I couldn't be happier, Bells. I love her so much."

"And Emma obviously adores you. You two are going to make it, Gina." Belle smiled. "I know it."

"How about you and Ruby? Ever think about tying the knot?"

Belle's brows hit her hairline, her eyes move directly to Ruby who is in deep conversation with Ivy. "Marriage? I don't know. I think Ruby is content with the way things are." Her smile grows to whoever is behind Regina.

"Hi, baby." Emma puts her arms around the brunette's form, surprising her, and kisses her temple. "Belle," she acknowledges.

"Hello again, Emma. Well, I'm off to find my woman now. You two kids have fun." She winks at them and walks off to be by Ruby's side.

"Time to go," Emma whispers.

Regina turns to face her wife. Wife. She still can't believe it was finally official. "Already? This is the first party I actually don't mind being the center of attention."

"You deserve to be. You look stunning, Regina."

"So do you."

She smiles, her expression heating. "This beautiful dress becomes you."

"This old thing?" She blushes, thankful to her mother for making her own wedding dress.

Emma bends to kiss her. "Let's go. I don't want to share you with all these people anymore."

"Can we leave our own wedding?"

"Baby, it's our party, and we can do whatever we want. We've cut the cake. And right now, I'd like to whisk you away and have you all to myself."

Regina actually giggles. "You have me for a lifetime, Mrs. Swan."

"I'm very glad to hear that, Mrs. Swan."

"Oh, there you two are! Such lovebirds." Emma's grandmother has found them among the crowd. "Emma, darling- one more dance with your grandma?"

Emma purses her lips, while Regina groans inwardly. "Of course, Grandmother."

The woman smiles, her eyes fall on Regina. "And you, beautiful Regina, go and make an old man happy- dance with Theo." Her hand caresses the brunette's cheek, followed by Emma's, "You both look so beautiful. Now, you two seriously need to get working on making me a great-grandmother. I won't last too much longer."

Emma blinks at her in horror. "Come, Grandmother," she says, hurriedly taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. She glances back at Regina, practically pouting, and rolls her eyes. "Laters, baby."

Regina waves Emma off, running into Daniel as she is making her way toward Theo. "Daniel. Thank you for coming. It means the world to me to have you here."

Daniel smiles, "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Pretty fancy, huh? I won't ask you for another dance… I think I've taken most of your time in our last dance. But, I am happy for you, Gina. Really, I am. And I'm serious… if you ever need me, for anything. I'm here."

"Thank you," she pulls him in for a hug. "You're a good friend, Daniel."

He grins. "Good luck with everything, Gina."

"Thank you, Daniel."

Neither of them change out of their wedding dresses as they say their goodbyes to everyone. Regina is quick to hug her mother goodbye, remaining in her embrace for a moment.

"You look so lovely, darling." Cora gently strokes at her daughter's chin. "I am so proud of you, dear. You're going to make Emma a very happy woman." She pulls her into another hug.

"Thank you, mother."

Regina's father joins in, his eyes glossy from unshed tears. Regina was quick to throw herself into her father's embrace.

"I love you, daddy." Tears sting away at Regina's eyes.

"I love you too, sweetheart. You are the best gift life could have blessed me with. You'll make one hell of a wife." He whispers, his voice horse.

"Oh, daddy…" Regina's voice breaks a bit.

As they both break away from their hug, Emma is back to be at her wife's side.

"Look after my little girl, Emma." He shakes the blonde's hand swiftly.

"I fully intend to, Henry. Cora." She nods at both the brunette's parents, placing a kiss to Cora's cheek.

The rest of the guests have formed a human archway for them to walk through, that goes all the way toward the front of the house.

"Ready?" Emma says.

"Yes."

Emma takes her wife's hand, leading her through the archway of people as quickly as possible, while they are cheered on, applauded and rice is being tossed their way. At the end of the archway, there is David and Mary Margaret, who hug each of them and kiss them farewell. Mary Margaret's eyes filled with happy tears to finally see her daughter settled down and married well.

Gold is waiting and ready to whisk them away in the black Volkswagen SUV, smiling happily at them. Regina could swear she saw a sign of a tear form at the corner of his eye even. As Emma holds the car door open for her wife, Regina turns and tosses her bouquet of white roses into the crowd. Surprisingly, the bouquet lands right toward Ruby, who's eyes grow wide and she quickly tosses it over to Belle.

Emma and Regina share a laugh before the blonde bends down to gather the hem of Regina's long dress and veil. Gold holds open the door for Emma to climb into the vehicle once she shuts the door for Regina.

"Congratulations, ma'am." He smiles.

"Thank you, Gold," Emma replies as she seats herself beside Regina.

As they drive away, the vehicle is showered with grains of rice.

Emma grabs a hold of Regina's hand, placing a kiss right on her knuckles. "So far so good, Mrs. Swan?" She asks.

"So far so wonderful, Mrs. Swan. Where are we doing?"

"Surprise," she says simply and smiles a dimple-cheek smile.

Once they arrive not at the terminal but right through the gate, Regina's mouth falls open to the sight of a Jet, with the name Swan Enterprises Inc. right on the side.

"You own this?" She asks, amazed.

"We own this." Emma corrects her, smiling as she exits the vehicle. She hurries to beat Gold and pulls open the door for the brunette.

Regina squeals, delighted, feeling Emma's arms scoop her up in a cradling position before her feet even touch the concrete ground. "What are you doing?" She asks through fits of laughter, her cheeks red from Gold's prying eyes along with others Regina had never seen before.

"Carrying you over the threshold," says the blonde.

Regina smiles, looking at her wife adoringly as she is carried up the steps and inside the cabin of the jet. She is placed down, taking a seat right across Emma, while they are handed a glass of pink champagne, and are greeted by the pilot.

"Welcome aboard, ma'am," He nods to Emma. "Mrs. Swan." He tips his hat over to Regina.

Mrs. Swan. Being called that always brought a smile to her lips. She loved her new name.

"Congratulations to you both," the pilot continues.

"Thank you, Stephan." Emma smiles. "All preparations complete?" She asks.

"We have the all clear. Weather is good from here to Boston."

Boston? Regina can't help to listen as she takes in the design of the cabin. The interior is all pale maple and pale cream leather. It's lovely.

"Turbulence?"

"Not before Boston. There's a weather front over Shannon that might give us a rough ride."

Shannon? Ireland?

"Thank you, Stephan."

"Pleasure, ma'am." He smiles. "We'll be underway soon. We'll leave you in the capable care of Natalia, your flight attendant."

Natalia. Even her name was beautiful, as well as the woman's features and brunette hair. Regina couldn't help but notice her.

"Excellent," Emma says. She takes her wife's hand, raising her glass of champagne. "Here's to a happy married life, Regina." She takes a sip, her eyes never leaving Regina.

They clink their glasses together, taking another sip.

Regina smiles. "I remember the first time we drank this champagne was out of tea cups."

Emma smiles. "I remember that day well. Your graduation."

"Where are we going?" She asks, unable to contain her curiosity any longer.

"Shannon," Emma says, her eyes alight with excitement. She looks like a small girl.

"In Ireland?" They're going to Ireland!

"To refuel," she adds, teasing.

"And then?" The brunette prompts.

Emma's grin broadens and she shakes her head.

"Emma!"

"London," she says, gazing intently at her wife, trying to gauge her reaction.

Regina gasps. No way! Her lifetime ambition has always been to visit England. She's all lit up inside, exploding with happiness.

"Then Paris."

What?

"Then the South of France."

Wow!

"I know you've always dreamed of going to Europe," she says softly. "I want to make your dreams come true, Regina."

Oh, my Emma. Her heart is a messy flutter. "You are my dream come true, Emma."

"Back at you, Mrs. Swan," the blonde whispers.

Oh, I know that look…

"Buckle up."

Regina grins and does as she's told.

As the plane taxis out onto the runway, they sip on their champagne, grinning insanely at each other. Soon, they are treated by Natalia with their main course for that evening. Smoked salmon, followed by roast partridge with a green bean salad and dauphinoise potatoes, all cooked and served by the ever-efficient Natalia herself.

"Desert, ma'am?" she asks Emma, who simply shakes her head, her eyes not moving away from her beautiful wife.

"No, thank you," Regina murmurs as she is offered the dessert. She knew that look well. Emma had something else in mind for dessert and she was all on board for it.

"Come," says Emma, rising from the table and offering her wife her hand. "I'd rather planned on having you for dessert." She says bluntly, guiding the brunette to the back of the cabin.

They enter the bedroom, which is cream and maple and the small double bed is covered in gold and taupe cushions. It looks quite comfortable.

Emma turns and pulls her wife into her arms, gazing down into her eyes. "I thought we'd spend our wedding night at thirty-five thousand feet. It's something I've never done before."

Another first! Regina's heart is pounding faster and louder than a drum. This day, and the rest to come were going to be filled with such excitement. She just knew it.

"But first I have to get you out of this fabulous dress." Green eyes glow with love and something darker, something Regina dearly loves. God, can Emma take her breath away. "Turn around." Her voice is low, authoritative, and sexy as hell.

How can Regina ever resist her beautiful wife? Especially when she said things with such promise. Willingly she complies, and feels as Emma's hands work on removing the veil away from her head, and began to undo the pins in her hair. Gently she pulls out each pin. Even that sensation turns Regina on something awful. After their long and exciting, happy day, she wants this woman that is now her wife- all of her.

"You have such beautiful hair, Gina." Emma's lips are close to the brunette's ear, her hot breath sending chills down Regina's spine.

Once her hair is free of every pin, Regina's eyes close, feeling the slow sensation of Emma's fingers massaging away at her scalp. Oh my… Her eyes remain closed, and she is aching to be touched.

Emma's fingers travel on down, tugging, tilting Regina's head back to expose her throat.

"You're mine," she breathes, and her teeth tug at her ear lobe.

Regina melts, her groan giving her action away.

"Hush," she admonishes. Emma sweeps her wife's hair out of the way. Her finger follows the rail of the lace on her dress from shoulder to shoulder. She feels her shiver, which makes her plant a kiss right on her back above the first button on her dress. "So beautiful," she murmurs, her fingers deftly undoing the first button. "You have made me the happiest woman alive today." With infinite slowness, she unfastens each button, all the way down her back. "I love you so much." Trailing kisses from the nape of her neck to the edge of her shoulder. Between each kiss, she murmurs, "I. Want. You. So. Much. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You. You. Are. Mine."

Each word spoken by her is intoxicating. Regina can't help to keep her eyes closed, savoring each word, tilting her head, giving her wife easier access to her neck, and she falls right under the spell that is Emma Swan, her wife.

"Mine," Emma whispers once more. She peels Regina's dress down her arms so that it pools at her feet in a cloud of ivory silk and lace. "Turn around," she whispers, her voice suddenly hoarse.

Regina does as she's told, hearing a gasp escape Emma's lungs. She is dressed in a tight, white satin corset with garter straps, matching lacy briefs and white silk stockings. Emma's eyes travel greedily down her wife's body, but she says nothing. She just gazes at her, her eyes wide and wanting.

Regina felt free to purchase this little number all on her own, with a splitting grin on her face. She knew Emma would highly appreciate it.

"Do you like what you see?" She whispers, suddenly feeling a little empowered and a little less shy.

"More than like, baby. You look sensational. Here." Emma holds out her hand.

Regina takes the offered hand, stepping out of the dress that is pooled around her ankles.

"Keep still," Emma murmurs, and without taking her darkening eyes off of deep brown ones, she runs her middle finger over her breasts, following the line of her corset.

The brunette's breathing shallows, enjoying everything that this woman- her wife- is making her feel.

The blonde's finger stills as she twirls it around in the air, indicating Regina that she wants her to turn around again.

It is then that Regina states to herself, that she would do anything for this woman.

"Stop," she says. Her arm encircles the woman's waist, pulling her against her own body, and she nuzzles her neck. Gently she cups Regina's breasts, toying with them, while her thumbs circle over her nipples so that they strain against the fabric of the corset. "Mine," she whispers.

"Yours," Regina breathes, letting out a moan.

Leaving her breasts bereft, Emma runs her hands down her stomach, over her belly, and down to her thighs, her thumbs skimming her sex. Regina can't help to moan again, feeling the blonde's fingers skate down each garter, and with her usual dexterity, she simultaneously unhooks each one from her stockings.

Pale hands travel around to the brunette's behind.

"Mine," Emma breathes, as her hands spread across her backside, the tips of her fingers brushing her sex.

"Ah."

"Hush." Her hands travel down the backs of the brunette's thighs, and once more she unclips her garters.

Leaning down, Emma pulls back the cover on the bed. "Sit down."

Regina does as she's told, watching her wife kneel at her feet and gently tugging off each of her white bridal Jimmy Choos.

Emma grapes the top of her wife's left stocking and slowly peels it off, running her thumbs down her leg… She repeats the process with her other stocking. "This is like unwrapping my Christmas presents." She smiles up at her through her long dark lashes.

Regina chuckles. "A present you've had already…"

Emma frowns in admonishment. "Oh no, baby. This time it's really mine."

"Emma, I've been yours since I said yes." She scoops forward, cupping her wife's beloved face in her hands. "I'm yours. I will always be yours, loving wife of mine. Now, I think you're wearing too many clothes." She bends to kiss Emma's thin lips, and suddenly Emma leans up, kissing her plump lips, grasping her head with her hands, her fingers threading inside her jet black hair.

"Gina," she breathes. "My Gina." Her lips claim the brunette's once more, her tongue invasively persuasive.

"Clothes," Regina whispers, their breaths mingling as her hands work their way around Emma's form, her fingers working on the zipper.

Emma pulls back for a moment, her eyes looking into deep brown ones, wide, wanting.

"Let me, please." Her voice is soft and cajoling. She wants to undress her wife, her Emma.

Emma sits back on her knees, and leaning forward Regina grasps the zipper again, sliding down one strap after another, slowly, down her sculpted arms. Emma stands, slowly lifting one leg then the other as Regina pulls on her dress until it hits the floor. Next Regina stands, freeing Emma's long blonde hair from its pins, seeing how gracefully it falls around her shoulders.

Regina slowly takes Emma's hand, placing a kiss right on her wedding ring.

Emma's eyes close and she groans. "Gina," she whispers her name like a prayer.

Brown eyes fall on the round circular scars decorating her wife's chest and part of her breasts. Slowly, she leans in, placing a delicate kiss on each of them, whispering between them, "You. Make. Me. So. Happy. I. Love. You."

The blonde moans, and in one swift move, she clasps the woman around her waist and lifts her up onto the bed, following her down on it.

"Mrs. Swan, so romantic…" Regina smirks.

"For you Mrs. Swan- hearts and flowers. Always." Emma's lips find Regina's, her hands curling around her head, holding her, stilling her as their tongues glory in each other. Abruptly Emma kneels up, leaving her wife breathless and wanting more. "You are so beautiful… wife." She runs her hands down olive toned legs, then grasps her left foot. "You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them. Starting here." She presses her lips against her big toe and then grazes the pad with her teeth.

Everything down south Regina's waistline convulses. She feels her wife's tongue glide up her instep and her teeth skim her heel and up to her ankle.

Emma trails kisses up the inside of Regina's calf; soft wet kisses. Regina can't help to wiggle beneath her.

"Still, Mrs. Swan," Emma warns, and suddenly she flips her onto her stomach and continues her leisurely journey with her mouth up the backs of her legs, to her thighs, and behind, and then she stops.

"Please…" Regina groans.

"I want you naked," she murmurs and slowly unhooks her corset, one hook at a time. When it's flat on the bed beneath Regina, Emma runs her tongue up the length of her spine.

"Emma, please."

"What do you want, Mrs. Swan?" Her words are soft and close to the brunette's ear. She's almost lying on top of her wife.

"You."

"And I you, my love, my wife…" she whispers, and before Regina knows it, she's flipped onto her back. Emma stands swiftly and in one efficient move she removes her own panties and bra, reaching into one of the compartments of the jet, fishes through one of their luggage's and straps herself into her ever favorite harness.

There Emma stands, ready and wanting, gloriously naked- just the way Regina loves to watch her. And Regina is awestruck, in love all over again. Ten times over.

Emma leans down and peels off her wife's panties, her eyes gazing down at her. "Mine," she repeats in a whisper. She grins a wicked, all Emma grin as she crawls back onto the bed, trailing kisses up the brunette's right leg this time… until she reaches the apex of her thighs. She pushes her legs wider apart.

Regina's eyes close as she surrenders to Emma's skillful tongue. Her hands fist in her hair as her hips swing and sway, slave to her rhythm, then back off the small bed. She feels Emma's hands grasp at her waist to still her… but doesn't stop her delicious torture. She's close, so close.

"Emma," she moans.

"Not yet," Emma breathes, and she moves up her body, her tongue dipping into her navel.

"No!" Regina can sense her wife's smile against her navel, pleased that she can keep her oh, so wet.

"So impatient, Mrs. Swan. We have until we touch down on the Emerald Isle." Reverentially she kisses Regina's breasts and tugs her left nipple between her lips. Gazing up at her, her eyes are dark like a tropical storm as she continues to tease.

"Emma, please. I want you."

Emma looms up over her, her body covering the brunette's, resting her weight on her elbows. She runs her nose down Regina's, and the brunette runs her hands down her strong, supple back to her perfectly rounded backside.

"Mrs. Swan… my loving wife. We aim to please." Her lips brush softly against Regina's. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Eyes open. I want to see you." Emma's body shifts so that it rests in between Regina's legs.

"Emma… ah…," Regina cries out as her wife slowly sinks into her.

"Gina, oh, Gina," she breathes, and she really starts to move.