Killian became even more protective over Emma, barely wanting her out of his sight. And after her ordeal, Emma wanted to stay as close to Killian as possible.

Emma even requested time off from work, which of course, given the circumstances, Robin and Graham were more than willing to give to her.

And it wasn't as though Emma needed to work, with Killian's large amount of money, she could lounge by the pool all day and he would have been more than willing to support her for it.

Killian asked Emma if she wanted to move, but she assured him that she had way too many fond memories in the house to let Neal ruin it for her.

And the room Neal had attacked Emma in was a small room on the first floor that she was trying to figure out what to do with.

She had been thinking maybe an office, but after the encounter with Neal, Emma and Killian decided to tear down the wall that separated it from the half bathroom and turn it into a guest powder room.

Killian paid two separate crews overtime to get it changed, and in less than a week, the room looked completely different.

Something else Killian had taken to doing was pampering Emma more.

Every evening, he would draw her a hot bath, then insist on washing her himself. Sometimes he would get into the tub with her, holding her tenderly as he bathed her. On other occasions, he would stay on the outside of it, gazing at her with so much love it took her breath away.

After her bath, Killian would wrap Emma in a warm towel, carry her to their bed and kiss every inch of her skin.

Killian seemed to make it his purpose in life to workshop Emma thoroughly. Her body was filled with constant pleasure. Multiple orgasms, each like a soft ripple flowing through her, would course through Emma's body every night.

Killian's tenderness during their love making knew no limits. Even as he slid himself inside her, he treated her as if he were the one being granted a high honor.

"I won't survive losing you, Emma." Killian would whisper to her in the night. "I would do anything for you, even let you go if that was your wish. But my soul would wither and die without you. I will never be able to move on, not after having you."

It was so heartbreakingly sweet that tears would flow from Emma's eyes.

She didn't have the talent for words that he did for expressing how she felt, so she relied on actions.

Emma would always press her lips to Killian's and they would hold each other close until sleep claimed them.

Emma enjoyed Killian's tender touch. She needed it sometimes.

But she also enjoyed when Killian became dominant and possessive. She loved and trusted him not to go too far. She knew he would never hurt her.

After two weeks of not being pinned to the wall and ravaged, Emma realized she needed to let Killian know he didn't need to continue to treat her like a delicate china doll.

She decided to guide him in the right direction with some lingerie guaranteed to get the pulse racing.

Knowing that Killian was going to be away with the guys, getting their tuxes fitted for the wedding, Emma devised a plan to drive him mad with desire.

Once Upon a Time

As the men were waiting to be attended to, Killian's phone alerted him of an incoming message from Emma.

He was puzzled at the photo of high heeled stiletto shoes. He always enjoyed seeing Emma in those shoes, but she wasn't wearing them in the photo, they were just sitting on the bed.

A few minutes later, a photo of silk stocking laying on the bed was sent. And then a few minutes after that, a garter belt.

Killian's mouth went dry. He realized the little game his Emma wanted to play.

He couldn't send her anything, and she knew it. This was a situation where she would be teasing him, and there was nothing he could do about it until he got back home to her.

More pictures followed. Each a slow progression to the image he desired most, to see Emma dressed in what she was showing him.

Devious minx that she was, Emm sent Killian an image of one silk stocking halfway up her calf, her right one, Killian knew, but instead of showing the stocking on her thigh, the next image sent was of her left calf half covered with the other stocking.

Killian felt like he was waiting an eternity for the next image, even though it was only just a few minutes.

The next photos came in quick succession. Her legs clad in the stocking with her feet in the heels. A garter belt and thong hiding her sweet bits. Then an image of her lovely backside, obviously taken with the use of a mirror.

Killian felt like his blood was going to burn right through him when the next image was of her plump breasts cupped by silk lace.

Minutes ticked by as he waited for the full image of Emma, but it never came.

Just as he was wondering if the cell service in the shop was keeping him from seeing his favorite treasure, Killian got a message from Emma that said, "The full image will be waiting for you when you get home."

The moment the appointment was over, Killian was speeding toward home.

He dropped his keys three times trying to unlock the door to get into the house.

He took the stairs two at a time to get to his and Emma's bedroom.

The vision that greeted him was the embodiment of temptation.

Killian thanked the Heavens for granting him the blessing of Emma Swan, adorned in delicate lingerie, waiting eagerly for him with a seductive smile on her ethereal face.

"Love, forgive me, but I don't think I have the ability to be gentle right now." Killian warned as he advanced toward her.

"Then I succeeded." Emma said breathily as Killian pulled her into his arms. "You've been gentle with me long enough. I enjoyed it, of course, but I enjoy so many other things you do to me."

She could feel his rock hard member digging into her as he moved his mouth hungrily over hers.

They made their way to the bed, where she pulled him with her so his body was pinning hers.

"I was trying to be a gentleman, my Swan. I wanted to assure you I know it is a high honor to be able to touch you." He emphasized his point by trailing kisses down her neck.

"I love being claimed by you, Killian." Emma gasped. "I love belonging to you. You always know just what to say and do to make me feel like I am important to you."

"You are the most important thing to me. I would trade everything I own, if only for a glimpse of your smile."

"Just never let me go. That's all I want. To be with you forever."

Knowing it was what Emma desired, Killian let go and made love to her with fire and passion. He didn't hold back as he drove himself inside her over and over again. She became a panting mess, holding onto him for dear life as they writhed together.

When she called out his name over and over again as she climaxed, it was the world's most beautiful music.

"I love you, Emma." He proclaimed, holding her tight while they came down from their high. "And I will give my last breath to hold you forever."

Once Upon a Time

The women got together for brunch at Regina's house to finalize things for the wedding.

"Where's David taking you for your honeymoon?"

"He hasn't said. I think he wants it to be a surprise."

"Maybe he's going to borrow Killian's ship and take you on a private cruise."

"I don't think so." Emma said. "Killian has told me he wants to take me on a private sail for a few days. And he wants to set out the day after the wedding."

By their exchange of looks, each lady had a similar suspicion, that Killian was going to ask Emma something very important and life changing.

"How are you and Killian?"

"Better than ever. Killian is so protective over me. He's always touching me, like he's assuring himself that I'm real."

"It's understandable, after everything. He doesn't want to lose someone else that he loves."

"Do you really think Neal would have killed Emma?"

"I honestly can't say what my idiot stepbrother is capable of. I never would have thought he would have been stupid enough to enter someone's home. Who knows what he would have tried had Killian not shown up when he did."

It was something no one wanted to think about.

Ruby looked at Emma and asked, "How's your and Killian's sex life."

"Ruby! That's none of our business." Mary Margaret scolded.

"Our sex life has not changed." Emma assured her friend, knowing that great sex was a high priority in Ruby's mind. She was of the belief that if the sexy times started to dwindle, then the relationship was in trouble.

Emma didn't think it was the most important factor, but it was certainly something to think about when the relationship seemed to be going stale.

Still, Emma didn't want her friends to worry, especially when there was no reason to.

"Killian was treating me like I was made of glass, for a while. It felt good, of course, but sometimes I need,,"

"The danger." Ruby finished for Emma. "I'm the same way. Sometimes I need Graham to pull my hair and bite my neck while he's taking me. And Belle likes to be tied up while we pepper little love bites all over her."

"Ruby!" Belle blushed and giggled.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." Regina said. "When you're with someone you love and trust, it feels good when they lay claim to you. Because you want to belong to them."

"I take it you and Robin have done your fair share of claiming?" Ruby asked with a grin.

"I've got marks on my ass and inner thighs, and he's got scratches on his back as proof of it." Regina returned with a smirk.

Everyone turned to Mary Margaret, expectantly.

"Oh, alright." She relented. "David has several marks on his chest. And I have them all over my body."

"Where exactly?"

"On the sides of my breasts, my belly, hips, and lower parts."

"So we're all getting some really good love at home. Just remind your men not to put any claiming marks on any place that will show until after the wedding. I do not need my mother asking why we all look like leopards at a formal event."

"Maybe we should all have silk scarves to match our dresses; just in case."