A/N: Happy Christmas to all of you, sparkly cupcakes! *throws all sorts of glitter and fake snow in the air*

I left this final for today so that the story would catch up with our real time, isn't that nice? :D If you managed to keep up with this story up until now, I only have to thank you! I hope you're having amazing holidays wherever you are in the world! Please drop me a review, or any feedback really, if you can. This is my first long fic and I'd love to know what your thoughts on it are!

Also, a huge thanks to CuteMcBeauty, Melly236 and daniellm for your kind words and ideas! I hope I don't let you down with this ending! :)

There will be an epilogue to this story, which I shall post in the next few days, and I you'll like that as well! Let's be real, we all want to know if Emma would give Killian a private fireworks show for New Year's Eve *wink wink*

Now, without further ado, enjoy the last chapter! xxx

00:17am - Christmas day

Emma barely has time to lock the door behind them before Killian grabs her waist from behind and spins her around so she is facing him. He pins her against the door and kisses her senseless, his hand tugging lightly at her hair, his hook finding the hem of her skirt and sliding up her knee and thigh, the coolness of the metal forming a delicious contrast to the burning sensation left by the trail of kisses he plants along her jaw line and neck. Emma moans softly as she digs her nails deep into his shoulders, while her other hand grips the hairs on the back of his neck to pull his face away from hers for a bit.

"Before we do that... I want to give you your Christmas present." She manages to say through her heavy breathing.

"Swan, my best and most precious present will always be you. And considering you're all wrapped up in red tonight, I'd say you look very Christmas-y." He grinned at her, adoring eyes darting to her lips. But before he can close the distance between them again Emma holds a finger up to his lips.

"While that's good to know, I think you'll like my present a little, too." She says pressing a quick kiss to his lips and disappearing into the apartment.

He sighs and shakes his head, smiling at himself for having been so lucky as to find a ray of sunshine to break through the darkness that was gradually consuming him before he met Emma.

He walks to the kitchen and turns on the radio, remembering Emma had promised him a dance earlier. He fully intends on twirling her in his arms for a good many times tonight - after all it'd be a waste of her beauty if he didn't treat her like a princess when that's exactly what she looked like in the dress he and Henry got her.

He leaves the radio on the same station it was when they left her apartment earlier that day, not even registering the song that's playing since Emma comes back to the living room at that instant. She stops before him with a sheepish smile on her face, to which he returns a wide grin of his own.

"Close your eyes and give me your hand."

He does as he is told.

Killian feels a cool piece of metal being pressed to the palm of his hand, which Emma holds gently with both her hands.

"You can open your eyes now."

He opens his eyes and finds a small key lying in his hand.

"Emma..."

"I'm sorry I didn't have the time to wrap it up." She says, looking down at her feet when she feels the crimson start to colour her cheeks.

"Is this..." He is actually speechless as he looks at the small object in his hand like it is the most precious treasure he had ever found. "Is this a key to your apartment?"

Emma looks up at him smiling with an expecting sparkle in her eye.

"Well, you can call it ours from now on."

"As you wish." He says before wrapping his hooked arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him, and pressing a kiss to her lips. He touches their foreheads together and sighs, his eyes finding his future reflected in the green depths that shined back for him, both her eyes and her lips beaming at him.

He carefully puts the key into his pocket and then places his hand at the small of Emma's back, bringing her a little closer to him as she lays her head on his shoulder. He places a kiss on her hair and closes his eyes, leaning his cheek against her head, cleaning his mind of all thoughts and enjoying the beauty of this moment, swaying them slowly in small circles around her living room where the only sound apart from their steady breathing is that of the music playing softly in the background.

And in the wind of a heavy choice, love has a quiet voice
Still your mind, now I'm yours to choose

"I love you, Killian." Emma suddenly blurts out, only realising what she'd let slip from her lips when she hears her own voice pronouncing the words. Her eyes dart open and she looks up at him expecting panic to shoot through her bloodstream, but finding instead that she's never felt this confident and happy before.

She sees his entire face softening into an image she wants to imprint in her brain and memorise it forever: his smile growing even wider as his arms bring her impossibly closer to him, his sapphire eyes shining more than ever for her.

"I've loved you always, Emma."

And I know, the scariest part is letting go
Let my love be the light that guides you home

Let the words slip out of your mouth.

~THE END~

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