The wedding and reception were over, and the newly married couple was in the car on their way home. Killian and Emma had discussed staying at a hotel for their wedding night, but their little rented home held so many fond memories for them, they'd decided to spend the night there to add even more. They left Evie with Marco, since they would be leaving on their honeymoon early Tuesday morning.
As Killian maneuvered Emma's car up the interstate, his wife was scrolling through the pictures on her phone. She had given it to Belle to record some special moments, and she could already see that their friend had taken her assignment seriously. There were several wonderful ones of the ceremony, and many more from the meal and dancing that took place afterwards. The photos included candid shots of their guests, as well as the couple themselves.
Killian glanced over to see a broad smile on his bride's face, which was lit up by her phone screen in the dim interior of the car. "Did Belle get some good ones, Love?" he asked, fixing his eyes back on the road.
"They're fantastic - I can't wait to show them to you! I'm sending some of my favorites to your phone. Wait until you see the pics of Will, David, August, Graham, Rob and you doing that kick line. They're hysterical!"
"I was forced to do that," he grumbled. "It wasn't my idea!"
Emma laughed. "You had fun and you know it! This whole day and evening were so much fun! I'm glad Belle was able to capture so much of it."
"Well, I have a feeling this night will be even more fun, but I hope you didn't ask her to take pictures of it, too!"
She swatted playfully at his arm. "No, I didn't, wise guy! Just videos!" she smirked.
Killian barked out a laugh before looking over at her fondly. "I'm glad today was everything you dreamed it would be, Sweetheart."
"Being married to you is my dream, Killian. The rest was just icing on the cake."
He smiled. "Speaking of which, the cake was good, too. Ruby's grandmother did a great job making it."
"Yeah, Granny's cakes are the best. I forgot to ask - were you able to get all the frosting out of your nose?" she giggled.
"You thought you were so funny, smashing that piece in my face. Now you'll have to experience some payback when I get you home!"
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep!" she singsonged, making her husband growl in response.
"Oh, I have every intention of keeping them, my love!"
Emma laughed again, then sighed. "I wish we were back already. It was a great day, but I'm just ready to be home with you in our bed."
"I know what you mean, but I'm not sure I'll be able to wait long enough to make it to the bed. I've been aching for you all day, seeing you in that gorgeous dress and looking so perfect. It didn't help when you changed into that...that…" he waved his hand, indicating the sexy outfit she'd put on before they left her father's place.
"It's called a jumpsuit, Babe," she giggled.
"Whatever the bloody hell it's called, it's too damn tempting! I can't wait to get you out of it and properly consummate our marriage!"
She turned slightly in her seat and rested her head against the back of it to look fully at her husband. "Hearing you say that isn't making this long car ride any easier," she said, reaching over to run her hand along the inside of his thigh.
"Swan," he warned, through gritted teeth. "Unless you want to spend our wedding night in a steamy car along the side of the highway, you've got to stop doing that!"
Emma grinned, but pulled her hand back. "I think you've forgotten that my name is Jones now."
"And I'm more than proud of that fact, but I don't think I'll be able to break the habit of calling you Swan."
"I really don't want you to. I've always loved it when you call me that."
The rest of the ride home was spent discussing all the events of the day, as they imprinted them into their shared memories.
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They were, in fact, able to make it to the bed, as Killian carried his bride across the threshold of their house and all the way back to their bedroom. His task wasn't made easier by Emma, who was licking around the shell of his ear and nibbling on the lobe.
As soon as he was close enough, he dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed and caged her in with his arms. "Now you're going to pay for all the teasing you've done today, minx!" he growled, and she erupted into a fit of giggles.
He grasped her hand to pull it above her head and heard the metallic clink of their wedding rings hitting together. The sound served to remind him that they were now officially husband and wife, and he wondered if it was physically possible for his heart to burst from happiness.
He slowly licked a stripe up her slender neck, and her laughter turned to moans of pleasure. His hand traveled down the length of her arm and around to her back, where he found laces fastening the top of the black jumpsuit. He continued using his tongue as a distraction, and began tugging the strings loose.
Emma's other hand sneaked under the tail of Killian's button down shirt and worked its way up his side, tracing his muscles and spreading out across his back. She turned her head to the side in order to give him more access to her throat and collarbone.
After the laces were untied, Killian gently pushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and peeled the fabric down to discover a lacy, strapless, powder blue bra that barely concealed her glorious breasts.
"Mmm, I like this," he murmured, nosing at her cleavage.
"I needed something blue," she explained breathlessly.
He ran his tongue along the edges of the flimsy garment as she squirmed and gasped beneath him. He sucked at her already pebbled nipples through the lace while his fingers made quick work of unfastening the hooks in back. Once they were undone, he removed the bra, and set to work sucking, nipping and stroking her breasts in earnest.
Emma was in such a state of bliss, she had to force herself to try to rid her husband of his offending clothing. She used both hands to fumble with his belt, and cursed when she couldn't get the buckle undone.
"And you kiss me with that mouth?" Killian chuckled against her hardened nipple.
"Damn right I do," she answered, proving it by placing her hands on either side of his face and turning it up to hers. Her tongue thrust into his mouth before he could even think about granting her permission, and it was his turn to moan as she plundered its depths while pulling him down on top of her.
Emma finally managed to undo a few buttons of her husband's shirt and yanked it over his head. Then she helped him slip out of his prosthesis and placed it on the nightstand. Her hands started roaming up and down his chest, and over the strong muscles of his arms.
"I love your body," she told him. "You are so sexy, I can hardly keep my hands off of you."
"Why would you want to do that?" he asked, then groaned as she worked her hands down inside the back of his pants to squeeze his ass.
"Trust me, I don't," she gasped. Growing frustrated at the clothing that was still between them, she flipped them over on the bed and bent to undo his belt and loosen his pants. As soon as the zipper was pulled down, she reached in with both hands and squeezed his stiff erection through his underwear.
"Gods, Emma!" he panted. He scrambled to try to rid her of the rest of her jumpsuit, but he was so worked up by now that he couldn't get his hand to cooperate. Emma sensed his impatience, and pulled away to climb off the bed. She slowly shimmied her outfit down her body as he watched with hooded eyes. She made a show of pushing it past her hips, then let it drop to the floor, leaving her in only a pair of lace underwear that matched her discarded bra.
Knowing she had him as her captive audience, Emma threw her head back and ran her hands up her body, stopping to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. She bit her lip and let out a long, throaty moan.
Her little act had the desired effect. Killian quickly slid off the bed and knelt in front of her, gripping her hips. He lowered his head and inhaled her scent before sucking the soaked fabric into his mouth. He could feel her legs quivering around him and he sucked harder, reaching underneath to push the scrap of material aside and drag his finger through the evidence of her arousal. He slipped it inside her warmth, and added another as she widened her stance. Slowly, he slid his digits in and out again and again, changing the speed and the angle as her gasped utterances urged him on.
Just as she thought her shaky legs wouldn't be able to hold her up anymore, Killian rubbed his thumb over her bundle of nerves and his fingers curled inside her, finding her g-spot. Emma gripped his hair tightly and loudly moaned his name, as she felt her spasming muscles throbbing around his fingers.
Killian caught her before she collapsed from the force of her orgasm. He lifted her back onto the bed and worked her underwear down her legs, then finished removing the rest of his clothes while she started to come down from her high.
When she opened her eyes again, it was to see him looking down at her lovingly. Her hands started roaming again, enjoying the fact that there were no longer any barriers between their bodies. Killian was occupied with running his tongue along the column of her throat and licking around the shell of her ear, while she caressed and squeezed all the skin she could reach on his back and buttocks.
He sought friction by rubbing his rigid member along her thigh, which soon proved not to be enough for his wife. She shifted to put a little space between them, and reached down to wrap her hands around him. The feeling of her slowly stroking her hands up and down his shaft caused him to throw his head back and bite his lip. "Emma, Love! You're...that...shit! You're driving me crazy!"
She buried her nose in the juncture of his neck and shoulder and sucked on the skin under his collarbone. "Then why don't you do something about it?" she teased.
Killian used his legs to spread hers apart, settling himself between them. She could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance, so she guided it to where she wanted it and began rubbing it against her clit. He growled and reached down to slap her hands away, then took over the job she had started. With every stroke, he heard her breath hitch and saw her rolling her head from side to side. Her hands moved to begin plucking at her breasts again.
"Killian, pleeeease…" she begged. "I need you!"
"I did promise you payback, Sweetheart," he breathed into her ear. "Perhaps I should keep you waiting a bit longer."
Her eyes popped open and locked onto his, then her hands moved up to grasp his face. "You want this...as much...as I do!" she told him in a ragged voice. Then her hands slid down his back to grab his ass again. "Now, please, please get inside me!"
Killian chuckled darkly before reaching down between them, gathering some of her slickness on his fingers to lubricate himself. "As you wish, my love," he uttered, then slid into her welcoming heat. He felt her shudder as he held still for a few moments to get himself under control. They always fit together so perfectly, as if they were truly made just for one another.
When he finally started to move, Emma bent her knees and drew her feet up beside his thighs, pulling him in even deeper. He groaned and hooked his arms under her knees to lift her hips off the bed, then scooted his own knees underneath himself. Her breath caught as she adjusted to the new angle, and her hands fisted into the sheets, scrambling to find something to hold onto. He kept his thrusts slow and even to stretch out their pleasure as long as possible.
After several thoroughly enjoyable minutes, he looked down at his wanton love, with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a continuous string of gasps and moans. His pace quickened as he felt a tingling at the base of his spine, signaling his oncoming orgasm. He dropped both of them back down to the bed to add a grind to her pelvic bone on every thrust, and soon Emma shattered around him.
"Ki...Ki…Kil…" He could tell she was trying to say his name, but her mouth seemed unable to form coherent words. Her walls were squeezing him, and he was helpless to do anything but join her in her bliss. Streams of his seed shot deep within her and he collapsed, feeling the aftershocks rattle through their bodies.
They laid entangled for several minutes, both trying to catch their breath and feel their bones again. At last, Killian raised himself up on shaking arms and smiled at his bride, whose eyes were barely open, but who had a sated smile on her face.
"I love you," she said, running her hands up and down his shoulders and biceps.
"I love you too, Emma. You're the most beautiful woman God ever created, and I'm the luckiest man alive to be able to call you my wife." He dipped his head to place a series of sweet kisses on her lips, cheeks, and forehead. Then he withdrew slowly, and rolled off of her.
Emma turned on her side and propped herself up on an elbow, reaching over with her other hand to push her husband's messy hair out of his eyes. "We're married," she whispered. "I can hardly believe it, Killian. After all we've been through, I never thought we'd ever get to this point and be this happy."
"I know what you mean, Love." He opened his arms and she eagerly accepted his invitation to snuggle into his chest. She felt it rumble beneath her cheek as he continued to speak. "I'll be grateful every day for you, and for our life together."
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When Emma awoke the next morning, she felt Killian's warm body against her back, and his arm around her waist. His breath tickled the back of her neck, and his legs were tangled in between hers. They almost always fell asleep in this position, but usually moved in their sleep and were on opposite sides of the bed by morning. The fact that they were still intertwined spoke to how exhausted they were by the time they finally gave in to slumber.
She sighed happily and stretched her left hand out in front of her so she could see the rings which now sat permanently on her finger, while memories of the previous day danced through her mind. It had been a perfect wedding day and night - one that she would never forget. Although the two of them had been living together for a year, being married had somehow added another level of intimacy to their lovemaking.
Killian stirred behind her and tugged her closer. "Good morning, wife," he mumbled in her ear, making a shiver go down her spine.
"Mmmm, hello husband," she replied, flipping over to see his beautiful blue eyes gazing at her.
"Did you have sweet dreams?"
"Mmhmm. I dreamed I married an extremely handsome and amazing man."
"Did you, now?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes, and the best part was, when I woke up, my dream had come true!"
Her husband grinned sleepily and pressed his lips to hers for a brief kiss, then she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his chest.
"What shall we do today, my love?"
"I'm pretty content right here. I say we leave this bed only when it's necessary."
"I like the way you think, Sweetheart. We can actually do that for the next two days since we don't leave for our honeymoon until Tuesday."
She pulled back and looked at him. "Speaking of which, isn't it about time you finally tell me where we're going? I do need to pack, you know!"
He grinned. "Ireland, Swan. We're going to Ireland."
The playful smile faded from her face as disbelief widened her eyes. "You're taking me to Ireland?" she whispered.
He gave a slight nod. "Aye." When her silence stretched on for a while longer, he began to grow uncertain. "It's still on your list of places you want to see, isn't it? You know, the one you told me about on our first date?"
Emma cleared her throat and blinked a few times. "Y-yes, but I just...I never...oh, Killian!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. "I can't believe we're going to Ireland!"
Killian chuckled in relief. "I take it you like the idea?"
"I LOVE it! And I never had a clue that's what you had planned, although I'm not sure that's such a good thing. If you're this good at keeping secrets from me…"
"Just this one, Love. I promise I won't keep secrets from you, unless it's a special surprise that I'll eventually reveal."
"Have you told anyone else where we're going?"
"Your father knows because I had to ask him if you have a passport. He said you had gotten one before your junior year in college because you thought you might study abroad for a semester."
"Yeah, but I decided against it so I could save money. Now I'm glad I waited because the first stamp in it will be from our honeymoon!"
Killian could feel her literally quivering with excitement. "I'll show you the itinerary after we get something to eat. I don't know about you, but I'm famished!"
"So am I. It seems like ages ago since we ate at the reception."
They made a simple breakfast of eggs, toast and fruit, which they loaded onto a tray along with two mugs of coffee, and carried back to their bedroom. Killian insisted that they enjoy their first meal as a married couple in their bed, and he got no argument from his wife.
After eating, they shared what ended up being a much longer shower than expected due to engaging in pleasurable activities, then cuddled together on the sofa as Killian showed Emma what he had planned for their trip.
When the pictures of the Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge popped up on the tablet as one of the attractions he had included in the itinerary, she swallowed hard. "Umm, Babe, there's something you need to know about me."
"What's that, Love?"
"I, uh, I'm petrified of bridges that go over water. Just looking at these pictures is making me feel a bit queasy."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart! I had no idea." He took the tablet from her hands and deleted the page. "There, no more bridges, and I learned something new about you today."
"Yeah, that I'm a big chicken!"
"No, that you have fears like every other human being on the planet. I already told you I'm afraid of clowns. They are bloody menaces!"
Emma giggled, then grew serious. "Will you take me to the town where you grew up?" she asked, stroking her hand over his stubbled jaw. "I'd love to learn more about your beginnings."
"Aye. I'm curious to see how much it's changed. I thought we could spend a couple of days there. That should be enough time to see the town and to visit…" He trailed off.
"Your mother's grave?" she asked quietly.
He nodded. "I haven't been back to it since the day of her funeral. She would have adored you, Emma. She always wanted her boys to be happy more than anything in the world, and knowing that you're the main source of my happiness would most certainly endear you to her."
She leaned up and gave him a sweet kiss. "I wish I could have met her and thanked her for giving birth to the love of my life." At his melancholy smile, she gave him another kiss, then looked back down at the tablet in her hand and continued asking him more questions, as she compiled a list of things she needed to pack.
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Two days later, they left on their honeymoon. They spent ten days exploring the Emerald Isle - hiking the rolling hills, sightseeing, shopping, and watching surfers on the beach.
Emma's favorite part was the two days at the beginning of the trip when Killian showed her around the small town where he grew up. She wasn't sure how he was going to react since not all of his memories from that time of his life were pleasant, but he happily took her to his former schools, the church his family attended, places where he and Liam liked to go, and the neighborhood of his childhood.
When they stood in front of the house where he spent the first thirteen years of his life, Emma could tell that Killian was fighting back a myriad of emotions. She wrapped her arms around his waist to share her strength with him, and he smiled down at her, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"Do you want to knock on the door to see if the owners will let you look through the house?" she asked.
He hesitated for a long moment, then replied, "No, I don't think so. I'd rather remember it the way it was when we lived here."
Emma nodded her understanding. They remained there for a few minutes longer before he murmured, "I'm ready." She somehow knew he was talking about more than moving on from the home that was making him feel so nostalgic.
They climbed into their rental car, and Killian glanced over at his wife with a questioning look. She reached over to take hold of his prosthesis, since she was on his left side in the reversed set-up of the car. "Are you okay, Babe?"
He cleared his throat. "Aye. It's time to go visit my mum." Lifting her hand to his lips, he brushed a kiss across the back of it, then turned the key in the ignition.
After nearly twenty minutes of driving along winding roads, Killian parked outside the entrance to a small, unkempt cemetery. They walked hand in hand among the rows of tombstones toward a large oak tree.
"My father chose a plot under that tree especially for her. She always liked to sit and read under the shade of a tree whenever she felt well enough to be outside. I remember Liam and I leaning against her sides as she read to us, even though she tired easily and couldn't do it for very long. I regret that I wasn't able to have my father buried beside her when he died. I just didn't have the funds to bring him back here. He and Liam are side-by-side, but Mum is here alone. I mean, I know it's only her earthly remains, but it still bothers me."
"They're all together for eternity, Killian, and that's what matters." He gave her a grateful smile.
As they got closer to his mother's final resting place, Killian's pace slowed and his grip on Emma's hand tightened. He stopped in front of a small, simple headstone that stated his mother's name along with the dates of her birth and death, and knelt down to pull a few weeds from around the base of it. Straightening up, he took Emma's hand once again and turned briefly to give her a weak smile. Then he swallowed thickly and began to speak.
"Hi, Mum. It's me, your Little Boy Blue. I'm sorry I haven't come to visit you before this, but I want you to know not a day goes by that I don't think of you and miss you."
He paused, and Emma squeezed his hand. "I've brought my wife Emma with me today, Mum. We're here on our honeymoon. I wish you could have gotten the chance to meet her because I know the two of you would've hit it off. She's brilliant and beautiful, and I love her beyond words."
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm very happy, and I hope you are, too. I know you, Dad and Liam will always be with me, but you don't have to worry. I've faced some challenges, but I made it through, and I'm stronger now because of them. Emma and I have a wonderful life together, one that I wouldn't trade for anything."
He dropped Emma's hand to reach out and trace over his mother's name cut into the stone, as Emma wiped away tears. After he brought his fingers to his lips, then touched them to the top of the tombstone, Killian stepped back and slipped his arm around his wife's waist.
"Goodbye, Mum. I'll always try to make you proud of me. I'll love you forever."
The couple turned and walked back to the car. "Thank you for bringing me here, Killian," Emma said softly.
He cupped her face in his hand. "Thank you for being here for me, Emma." Leaning in, he gave her a sweet kiss, then touched his forehead to hers for several seconds before opening the door so she could slide in.
Killian had known his wife would understand just how much sharing his past with her meant, since her tender heart was always open to him. He started the car and pulled out onto the road, content in the knowledge that they had their entire future ahead of them.
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During the rest of their trip, the newlyweds visited interesting and awe-inspiring places such as Giant's Causeway, Guinness Storehouse, Dublin Castle, and the Moher Cliffs. Every day, they found restaurants and pubs that served food which reminded Killian of the meals his parents cooked for him and his brother.
With every passing day, Emma felt closer to her husband as they toured the country where he was born and spent the first decade of his life. She noticed that when he spoke with the local people, his accent was more pronounced, which she found to be very sexy.
They spent each night in a cozy bed and breakfast or luxurious hotel, and christened every room with their passion. Neither of them could imagine a more perfect honeymoon.
Emma chose an inn for the final night of their trip. It was in a small town on the outskirts of Dublin, which put them close to the airport for their flight the next morning. They ate a meal of Irish comfort food in the restaurant downstairs, took a stroll along the quiet streets, then retired to their comfortable room.
Killian was laying on the bed, clad only in his boxer briefs, when his wife emerged from the bathroom. His eyes widened comically as he took in her form. She was wearing a strapless black lace corset with hook and eye closures down the length of the front. It pushed her breasts up enticingly, and Killian licked his lips at the sight.
"Do you like it?" Emma purred, then revealed the pièce de résistance when she slowly turned to show him the back of the lingerie. It featured a criss-crossed ribbon lacing up the back, and the matching thong revealed the perfect globes of her backside.
She craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder, and was smugly satisfied at the stunned look on his face. Her eyes traveled downwards and was even more excited to see the effect it was having on another part of his body.
Killian was staring with wide eyes and a hungry expression. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he was finally capable of speaking. "Bloody hell, Emma!" he rasped, his voice deepened with desire. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He crawled across the bed on his hands and knees to get closer to his siren of a wife.
"Why have you been hiding this?" he asked. His fingers reached out to trace the ribbon holding the garment together, which accented her curves deliciously.
"I wanted to save something special for the last night of our honeymoon, since I knew it would be bittersweet."
"So. Damn. Sexy." He dropped his hand down to caress her firm butt cheek, and felt the goose bumps rising on her flesh. He stood from the bed and tried to adjust himself to get a bit more comfortable.
Emma turned and gave her husband a light shove to knock him back down onto the end of the bed. Then she straddled his lap and fused her lips to his, while roughly running her hands through his hair. The sound of her moans filled the silence of the room, and Killian gasped as she rubbed herself against his hardness.
"For fuck's sake, Emma! You're driving me…" He cut off as she suddenly arched her back and thrust her chest into his face. Tightening his hold to keep her from falling backwards, he buried his nose in the valley between her voluptuous breasts.
"Can you...I want you to keep this on while I make love to you," he muttered, as he sucked several marks into her skin.
"Mmmm...whatever you want." She lithely slid to the floor and grasped the waistband of his briefs. "But these have got to go." As quickly as she could, she slid them down his legs, then looked up through her lashes. Without taking her eyes off of him, she slowly ran her tongue up his shaft and swirled it around the head.
Killian leaned back, propping himself on his arms, as his head dropped back and he let out a string of curses. She took him into her mouth while her hands gripped his base and reached underneath to fondle him. Rising up on her knees, she took more of him in and bobbed her head up and down, the vibrations of her moans bringing him to the edge.
Soon she felt his hands gripping her hair to hold her still. "Emma," he panted, "You've got to stop, Love! I...I don't want to spill down your throat. I want to...I need to...be inside you."
Emma scrambled to her feet and quickly removed the thong, tossing it carelessly behind her. Once again, she straddled her husband, sliding her slickened flesh up and down his painfully hard erection. Just when he thought he couldn't stand her teasing any longer, she put her hands on his shoulders, lifted herself up and sank down around him.
His head fell forward onto her chest as he tried to hold on. He was thankful that she seemed to be doing the same since she didn't begin to move right away. After both of them took several deep breaths, she started undulating her hips slowly and sensually.
Killian thought he'd experienced every possible feeling in all the lovemaking he and Emma had shared, but now he discovered he was wrong. The way she was riding him while clothed in that lacy corset evoked sensations he never even knew existed. She threw her head back in ecstasy and gripped his shoulders tightly. Her gasps and utterances filled his ears as she writhed in his lap. Her warmth and wetness wrapped around him, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Emma, Emma, Emma," he chanted, firmly grasping her hips and rising up off the bed as he exploded inside her. She shuddered and her thighs tightened around him as she followed him over the edge.
He flopped back onto the mattress and pulled her down on top of him. His hand and wrist traced the lines of the corset as he struggled to regain his breath. His whole body quaked with aftershocks, and his eyes fell shut.
After several minutes, he felt her hands moving over his face, tenderly caressing the scars on his left jawline and cheek as she so often did. He forced his leaden arms to move, encircling his love and pulling her more closely against him.
"You never did tell me if you liked my lingerie," she teased.
He growled deep in his throat. "I think you bloody well know the answer to that, Sweetheart!"
She giggled against his chest and he pressed kisses into her silky hair. They lay quietly for a while and Killian thought perhaps she had dozed off, when suddenly she heaved a heavy sigh and propped her chin on his chest to look into his face.
"As much as I've loved this trip, I think I'm ready to go home. It seems like we've been living in a fantasy word for two weeks, and I kind of want to know that this is actually our real life now."
He chuckled. "Aye, Love, I know what you mean. I'm happy we've had this opportunity to come to Ireland together, but I agree that it's time to return. I have no doubt our real life is going to be just as wonderful as these days since our wedding have been, though."
"I hope we can come back again sometime in the future, and maybe next time we can bring our kids."
Killian quirked an eyebrow. "Do you anticipate that happening anytime soon?"
She shrugged. "Not really. I want to have you all to myself for a while. I mean, I'll be happy if and when it does happen, but this will be the only time in our lives when it's just the two of us. Well, three if you count Evie."
He laughed. "That's true, Love. To be honest, I'm looking forward to every phase of our life together, no matter how long each one may last. You and I have both spent too much of our lives alone, but now we'll never have to experience that again, God willing."
Emma nodded her agreement and yawned. "Mmmhmm, I agree."
He nudged her to roll off of him. "I absolutely adore this outfit, my darling, but I don't think it will be very comfortable for sleeping. Let's get you cleaned up and changed because I can tell you're fading."
They made a quick trip to the bathroom where Killian helped his wife out of the corset, and gently washed her and himself. They brushed their teeth, then he grabbed his white T-shirt off the hook on the back of the door and handed it to Emma so she could slide it over her body. He could see she was barely able to keep her eyes open, so he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed. After settling her comfortably, he pulled his boxer briefs back on and climbed in behind her.
Curling himself around her, he pulled her back against him and left a lingering kiss in her hair. "I love you tremendously, Emma."
"I love you too, Killian. Goodnight," she mumbled sleepily.
The rest of their honeymoon was spent dreaming in each other's arms.
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