Author's note: Just a little wedding reception smut. An AU where Elsa, Anna and Kristoff stay in Storybrooke. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Oh no.

Need You Now

"Stop fidgeting."

Killian shot Emma a glare. "I am not fidgeting, Swan." So what if the unfamiliar suit made him feel like a fool? He wasn't about to tell her that.

Emma cocked an incredulous brow at him. "Sure you're not." She reached up and straightened his tie—why he had to where the bloody thing he didn't know, it wasn't as if this were his wedding—her fingers brushing his neck. "There, very handsome," she said, giving him a small smile.

"Did you just compliment me, love? Should I alert Sidney?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Don't get used to it."

She started to turn away, but Killian caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it. "You are gorgeous as always." She wore a soft blue dress that made her green eyes sparkle like the sea. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders in artful waves; he wanted to run his fingers through it, but he didn't dare. If he ruined her look before the ceremony, she'd kill him. Or worse ban him from sex for a week.

Emma's cheeks flushed adorably. "Nice save, Captain."

He squeezed her fingers, not wanting to let go of her hand. "Shall we? Musn't keep the royals waiting now."

Emma grabbed her small clutch and nodded. They piled in her Bug and headed over to the church. It was the only building in town grand enough for a royal wedding and since Anna and Kristoff had decided to make their home in Storybrooke, Elsa had wanted the best for her sister. The church itself was covered in icicles, hanging from the eves and the bell tower. Snow covered the nearby bushes and trees, even though it was the height of summer. Even Killian could admire the beauty in it.

"Oh wow," Emma muttered softly as they walked up.

"Aye, it appears Elsa...what's the phrase? Pulled out all the stops?" He still sometimes had trouble with this world's colloquialisms, but David and Henry taught him new ones almost every day. And he was a fast learner.

Emma grinned. "Yeah. She did." She wrapped her arm tighter around his. "Maybe we should take a picture? You know, before heading inside?"

"Sure." He paused while Emma got out her phone, snapping a few of the church before turning their backs to it and huddling close to him. She held out the phone in front of her; Killian could see them on the small screen. Emma snapped the picture, capturing their happy expressions against the snowy church.

Killian saw a few others following their example as they headed into the church. Henry, who was an usher, smiled at them and said a quiet hello before guiding them to their seats. Killian thought her heard Emma sniff lightly and looked at her, concern marring his features. "Something wrong, love?"

Emma sniffed again. "It's nothing. I just...seeing Henry all dressed up, it just got to me. Nevermind."

"He's a fine lad, Emma. You should be proud of him."

"Oh I am. When he's not eating us out of house and home."

Killian laughed. "He's a growing lad, love. It's to be expected."

"Were you like that?"

Killian scratched nervously behind his ear. "Well, Swan, I didn't have a home to eat anyone out of at that age." He gave her a half smile. "I do remember scrounging for whatever I could get though. Seemed to be constantly hungry when I was Henry's age."

Emma caught his hand and squeezed it tight. "Sorry. Sometimes I forget how old you are. And that our pasts are freakishly alike for having grown up worlds and centuries apart."

He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. There was no sense on dwelling on the past, not today. "This is a happy day, love. Let's enjoy it."

Emma reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him back in for another kiss, this one with just a hint of passion behind it. "Definitely a day we should enjoy to its fullest extent," she murmured against his lips. She gave a brief saucy smile and he groaned inwardly. If she was thinking what he thought she was thinking, they weren't going to make it to the bloody cake cutting.

Still, things seemed simple enough during the actual ceremony. It was beautiful and blessedly brief, especially for a royal wedding. Emma teared up in a few places and Killian allowed himself to wonder if she'd do that at their wedding. If they ever had one. He hoped that one day they would. He desperately wanted to marry her. He was just waiting for the right moment.

After the wedding, everyone trooped over to the school, whose gymnasium was being used for the reception. The dwarves and fairies had worked hard to make it look like the inside of a palace, rather than some utilitarian modern space. Elsa's magic could be seen here too; ice sculptures of the happy couple and some of their adventures dotting the space.

Killian stayed close to Emma, his arm around her waist, as they found their table. Unfortunately, they were seated with Snow and David, which put a bit of a damper on their canoodling. Dinner was uneventful, as were the speeches. Killian didn't get to touch Emma in any more intimate way until they got to dance. It was a mixture of old world and new world, so they each got to lead. Killian felt a little ridiculous, but Emma's beaming face made it worth it. He would do anything to see her smile like that.

Thirsty, Emma got them some wine and led them to a table in the back. It was a dark secluded corner and Killian wondered what she was up to. Emma didn't really leave him waiting. Killian nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Emma's hand on his thigh, under the table, out of sight.

"Swan?" he said in a low voice.

"What?"

He leaned in closer they couldn't be overheard. The music was playing but he wasn't taking any chances. "You are aware that your parents are mere feet from us?" The prince and princess were dancing together, seemingly oblivious.

"So?" She squeezed his knee; Killian had to bite his lip.

"I thought you liked all my bits where they were?"

"I do. Very much."

"They might not stay that way if your father realizes what we're doing."

"Silly pirate. I'd protect you."

Killian huffed. "I don't bloody think so, love."

"Are you gonna argue, or are you going to touch me?"

Killian sucked in a deep breath and cast a furtive look around the room. Everyone still seemed concerned with congratulating the happy couple. Good. Killian didn't look at Emma as he dragged his hook down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up slowly. He slid the curved metal over her exposed thigh, smiling when he saw her shiver. "Like that, Swan?"

She nodded, soft sigh escaping. "More."

He obliged her, thankful for the thick tablecloth that hid them from view. He teased her smooth skin, his hook moving closer and closer to her center. His trousers were becoming painfully tight as he took in Emma's shallow breathing, the faint flush of her skin. Killian had to bite back another groan when Emma subtly pulled her skirt back and slid her panties aside. Killian looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching them, but everyone seemed engrossed in either dancing or their own conversations.

Killian exhaled heavily, his eyes catching Emma's. He could see her arousal there plainly. He slid his chair closer to hers and slipped his good hand between her legs. "Gods, love," he bit out. "Does this turn you on?" She was soaked, his fingers instantly wet.

Emma nodded, not trusting her voice. She reached up and cradled Killian's cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. "Make me come," she whispered.

"Such a naughty girl." Killian held her skirt back with his hook, using the dark secluded corner to his advantage. He kissed her again, swallowing her moan as he touched her, his fingers sliding over her aroused flesh. He teased her entrance, then focused on her clit, rubbing it in quick hard circles, just the way he knew she liked. Emma gripped his arm hard as she came apart in his hold, her soft cry swallowed by the loud music.

"Oh my god," she muttered, her head falling to his shoulder. "You are way too good at that."

Killian kissed her hair, gently pulling his hand away and wiping it on the tablecloth. "And you, my love, are insanely reckless."

"But you loved it." She looked up at him with a slightly glassy expression, still catching her breath. Emma licked her lips and let her hand brush the bulge in his pants. "Seems you loved it a lot, Captain."

Killian covered her hand with his and pressed it harder against his crotch. "I'd fuck you right here if I could."

"Think maybe we should get out of here?"

"Aye."

Emma grinned and grabbed his hand. "Follow me." Her dress fell back into place as she stood, leading him toward a side door. Killian took another peak around; no one seemed to notice them leaving or the slightly awkward way Killian was walking. Emma's heels clacked on the floor as they headed down a dark hallway. He had no idea where they were going, but it seemed Emma did.

She pushed open a door and ushered him inside. It was a ladies washroom; he recognized it from a similar one at Granny's. Emma locked the door with magic, then pressed him against the door, kissing him deeply. Killian growled, pleased to finally have her alone.

Emma pulled roughly on his tie, loosening it and pulling it from his neck. "That has been driving me nuts all night," she breathed.

"That so?"

Emma nipped at his lips as she popped the top few buttons of his shirt. "Damn straight. It impeded my view." Her nails scratched lightly at his chest hair, making him groan.

"Then perhaps you should help me out of it."

Emma smirked and slid her hands under his jacket, allowing it to fall to the floor. "I want you to take me with the dress on," she said quietly, licking his fluttering pulse. Gods, he loved when she made demands, telling him exactly how she wanted him. "Bent over..." She looked around. "That sink. After you make me come again."

"Demanding princess, aren't you?" Killian said, hand fisting in her hair and yanking her lips back to his. He kissed her like he was trying to devour her, her words making him hot and even harder than he was before. He ached to just fuck her senseless, but he wanted to satisfy her. His princess could be very prickly when not properly fucked.

Emma lost patience with his buttons and just pulled, the remaining buttons flying in all directions. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, then eased it off his hook so it could join his jacket on the floor. Her hands slid over his chest and abdomen, kissing him with abandon. "You're burning up," she muttered, kissing the corner of his lips then moving down, tongue darting out to lick his skin.

"Emma..." His blood was boiling, watching those pretty pink lips kiss and nip at his skin. "Fuck."

"Soon," she promised. Her tongue traced his nipple and Killian groaned. Her hand slid down to his crotch; she palmed him roughly before yanking on his belt and pulling it from the loops. "Then we'll go home and I'll have you again."

Great gods, if he knew weddings turned her on this much, he'd take her to as many as she wished. Right now, he was willing to do whatever she wanted as long as he got to have her. He sighed in relief as his trousers loosened; it was quickly followed by a yelp as Emma's warm hand pumped him sharply.

"Do you want me, Killian?"

"Yes," he hissed, rocking his hips into her hand. "Gods, yes."

"Good." She kissed him one last time, then pulled away with a smirk. "You know what I want, pirate."

Killian's face darkened as she stood there, lips kiss swollen, her eyes bright with desire. He didn't need to touch her to know she was dripping. He caught her by his hook and forcibly turned her around so that she was facing the sink. He knew very well what she wanted and he intended to give it to her. "Bend over," he barked. "Now."

Emma did as he bid, her breathing hitching. Killian smoothed his hand down her back, palming the curve of her ass. Emma mewled, thrusting her hips backwards. Killian chuckled and knelt to ruck her skirt up. Using his hand and hook, he flipped the fabric up her waist, exposing her long lean legs. He caught her panties with his hook and pulled, the scrap of lace tearing away from her body effortlessly. He tossed it aside, then nudged her legs a bit further apart.

"I love seeing you like this, love," Killian said, his voice low and gravelly. His hand and hook trailed up the back of her legs, mouth littering her skin with kisses. "So wet and hot for me." Emma groaned, her grip on the sink tightening. Killian squeezed the globe of her ass, biting gently on the flesh. His hook slid through her folds, coming away covered in her arousal. Emma whined when he pulled it away, her hips bucking sharply. "The princess likes that?"

"God yes, don't stop."

Killian slid the hook between her legs again, letting her grind herself over it. It was unbelievably hot, watching her tease her body with his hook. Killian let his hand drift down to his open trousers, pumping his cock slowly to relieve some of the pressure. When he took her, he wouldn't be able to control himself; he needed her too badly.

"More," Emma pleaded. "Fuck me with your mouth. Please."

Killian let out a sound that was almost a snarl. He rose up on his knees and spread her roughly with his hand and hook. Emma keened as his mouth descended on her wet aching flesh, tongue lapping at her like a man starved. She tasted so sweet and rich; he loved it. He alternated between her clit and her entrance, nipping at her folds. Emma made needy wanton sounds, relishing every second. Her hoarse cry echoed off the walls as she came again, Killian lapping at her release.

He hardly let her come down before he got to his feet. They weren't done. He shoved his pants off his hips and grabbed Emma by the hips. "I'm going to fuck you now," he growled, his cock sliding along the crease of her ass.

Emma nodded vigorously. "God, please."

"So insatiable, love," he muttered as he lined himself and thrust forward. They both sighed at the feel of him inside her at last, her wet walls so snug around his cock. Killian didn't waste a moment, taking her with hard deep strokes; Emma cried out her approval, pushing her hips back into him eagerly. She was a vision like this, just as desperate as him, chasing release.

Her skirt started to fall and Killian pushed it back up, bending over her back so that his mouth was next to Emma's ear. His arms came around her, careful of his hook, his good hand curling lightly around her throat.

"You love the way I fuck you," Killian whispered in her ear. "You love the way my cock feels inside your greedy cunt."

Emma moaned, wetness flooding her. "Feels so good," she said. "So full."

Killian thrust again, harder, his hips snapping sharply into hers. "Mine," he growled, his hand tightening just a hair on her throat. He could feel her walls fluttering once more, on the cusp of a third powerful orgasm. "I need to feel you, Emma. Come."

He bit down on her shoulder and Emma cried out, her body shuddering with her release. Killian's hips jerked as she squeezed him—gods, she was so tight—once, twice, then he grunted as he spilled himself inside her, the pleasure seeming to pull him under.

He was still leaning heavily on her when he came down, his body still tingling. Emma panted under him, her head resting on the edge of the sink. Killian brushed a kiss over the mark on her shoulder, soothing the angry skin with his tongue. Then he righted himself so Emma could stand. Or not. Her legs were wobbly when she stepped away from the sink and Killian had his arm around her in an instant.

"You okay?" he asked, fingers tracing her face.

"Yeah. Perfect."

Killian gave her tight lipped smile. "You always surprise me, love."

Emma blushed. "Sometimes I surprise me too."

Killian held her close for a while, leaning them both against the tiled wall. When she seemed more steady, he set her on her feet. "Better?"

Emma smoothed down her dress. It was already wrinkled. Her hair was mussed. If anyone saw them, there's be no doubt what they'd been up to. "Sorry I ruined your shirt."

"Nonsense, love. Although it does making getting back to our apartment...tricky, shall we say?"

"I think we're going to have to skip out on the rest of the party."

"Well, I got my dance, so I'm perfectly content to return home." He cupped her cheek with his hand and kissed her gently. "If that's alright with the lady, of course."

Emma took his hand between both of hers. "If we hurry, we should have a couple of hours before Henry comes home."

"I do seem to remember something about you having me again," Killian replied, nipping at her fingertips with his mouth.

Emma grinned. "Perhaps if you're very good...I'll tie you up. In the good way."

Killian groaned. A bloody minx was his Swan. He bent to grab his shirt and jacket, putting them on despite the shirt being ruined. "Then, by all means, let's go home."

Emma grabbed her clutch, his tie and her shredded panties and threaded her fingers with his. She led them out to the parking lot, careful to avoid sounds of the reception still going on inside. As they headed back to their apartment, Killian decided that weddings were his favorite celebration in this world. And he couldn't wait for theirs.