Notes

Just a little something I wrote on a whim. Thought it would be fun to compile it and add to it as I go. :) Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. (Previously published on AO3 and being transferred over here)

Chapter 1

Emma couldn't stand the way her friend was looking at her. There was judgment laced with irritation and a hint of mothering in it.

"What do you mean you got married?" She finally asked.

"I... ummm... well..." How on earth was she supposed to explain it? They were here for Mary Margaret and David's wedding. Going off and marrying a stranger that same night was definitely a slap in the face.

"I don't care," Mary Margaret waved it off. "But I do want to know who it was." "Remember the guy at the chapel?" Emma asked.

"The clerk?" When Emma shook her head, Mary Margaret frowned. "The witness?" Emma looked at the ground. "No..."

"Oh God. Emma... did you marry the Reverend?!"

"I can explain!" She said quickly, knowing very well that she couldn't.

The night had ended somewhat normally. David and Mary Margaret had gone up to their room to celebrate their marriage, (ew) leaving Emma to explore Vegas on her own.

She didn't mind. A little freedom from her somewhat overprotective brother and her motherly best friend was the part of the trip she'd looked forward to the most. Back home, she worked with David and lived in their converted garage, meaning she was often around one or both of them at any given time.

So maybe she was a little lonely, and maybe she'd had a little more to drink than she would usually allow herself. But getting married was never part of the plan.

Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for Killian Jones to walk into her life. To say he was gorgeous was an understatement. She'd thought him attractive in the chapel, but running into him in the hotel gave her a much different impression. As a Reverend, he was charming. In his street clothes, he was sex on legs.

Of course, he was a gentleman. He'd taken notice of her stumbling about and immediately helped her find her way back to her room. Despite her best efforts to get into his pants, he resisted, leaving her feeling just a little rejected on top of being intoxicated.

But he stayed. He'd made sure she was hydrated and got the rest she needed. Normally, she wouldn't trust a random stranger, but the usual red flags never showed themselves.

When she woke from her nap, he was still there, lounging in the chair and reading the book she'd placed on the dresser.

"Ah, feeling better?"

"Yeah..." a quick glance at the clock informed her that it wasn't all that late yet. "So... you're still here."

"Aye," he answered, his accent thick and dreamy.

Despite the early rejection, she'd given it another try. "I'm feeling better, the night is still young... maybe we could... I don't know? Get married?" The words were out of her mouth before she stopped to think of what she was saying.

"Get married?" He asked. "Are you still drunk?"

"Well... no," she admitted. "A little buzzed maybe, but I think I've slept off the worst of it." He still looked at her, confused, and she sighed. "Look, we're in Vegas. Aren't people supposed to do reckless stuff like that?"

"Have you forgotten my profession?" He chuckled. "I've seen many a bad decision in my day. I'm not about to let you make one. Do you even know my name?"

"Killian Jones," she stated. "It's kinda hard to forget. You did sign my friends' wedding certificate." She wasn't sure if she'd ever told him her name, but he didn't seem too concerned about that. He was getting ready to shoot her down. Hard.

"You're really prepared to make a lifelong choice based on the fact that you remember my name?" He asked.

Emma rolled her eyes and got out of bed. She made her way over to the chair, gripped Killian's shirt and hauled him up. He didn't protest, making it just a bit easier to lift him out of the chair.

"Swan..."

"Hmmm," she said. "Seems like you remember my name too." She didn't give him a chance to answer before she crashed her lips to his, kissing him with everything she had. It didn't take long for them to find their way back to the bed.

That was when Killian pulled back. "Emma... I can't."

Right. Because of the Reverend thing. He really seemed to take it seriously. "Aren't you just a guy who officiates?"

"I was helping out my friend tonight," he said. "He owns the chapel your friends married at. But I spend most days at my church."

"Preaching?"

"Aye," he nodded.

She would find the only legit man of God in Vegas.

"We could..." she looked at the bed, then back at him, "you know... if we got married." She kissed him again, not sure why she wanted this so badly, but wanting it nonetheless.

"All right," he said, when she let go. "Let's get married. I think I know a place."