Second part to the Salsa AU.

"Come on. Let's go."

She looked up from her computer, tilting her head as she saw Robin standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face.

"Go where?"

"Vegas."

His smile broadened even more, and with three big steps he was beside her and hauled her out of her chair, dragging her towards the door.

"Hold on." She tightened her hand around his, and stopped him. "What do you mean we are going to Vegas? I can't go to Vegas on a whim."

"But you have to. Everything is cared for. Jefferson, Victor and Ruby are gonna manage the bar for the next two weeks, and Mary Margaret will take care of the paperworks."

"Two weeks?" Her voice almost collapsed, her mind reeling. "I can't be gone for two weeks."

"Well, I thought you wanted a honeymoon too."

"Honeymoon?" she asked, completely baffled now.

"Usually the thing that comes after the wedding," Robin said in a teasing tone.

"Wedding?"

"We hit the magic number." He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and retrieved an envelope that was clearly a wedding invitation, and her heart slammed into her throat as her eyes flicked from the envelope to his eyes. "Number twenty. Emma and Killian."

"We ... you ... but ..." she stammered, her heart beating way too fast in her chest.

"Yes. You and I are gonna fly to Vegas and get married."

"But how did you pull that off so fast?"

"I had three days to arrange everything."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, knowing how much such an impromptu wedding must cost. "Where did you get the money?"

"Our parents," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"You know I don't want to take anything from them."

"It's their 'wash away the guilt' money, and you know it. It's been lying on the bank account for years now. Why not waste a little bit, and give the rest to charities? We don't need it."

"They are not coming, are they?" she questioned, dread settling into her stomach as she imagined their parents joining them for the wedding. She didn't want them to be a part of it.

"I didn't tell them," Robin spoke softly, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his arms. "I thought you and me is all we need."

"Yes, it is," she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"So, you ready to go now?"

"But I need to pack a bag," she pushed back from him, suddenly feeling slightly overwhelmed by the prospect of getting married in a few hours.

"No. No bags," Robin said resolutely. "We are buying everything there."

"I hope you booked the best suite in town," she told him, relaxing back into his arms. There was no reason for any jitters. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and she wanted to marry him for a long time now. He was her soul mate.

"Of course."

His lips brushed over her ear as his arms tightened around her, and she tilted her head, pressing her lips against his neck.

"I love you," she whispered, sudden tears bricking the back of her eyes. She was so lucky to have him in her life.

"I know," he replied nonchalantly, and she shoved him back, smacking the back of her hand against his chest. But he just chuckled and wrapped his hand around hers, his eyes sparkling, and his mouth curled up into a huge grin as he said, "I love you too."

-/-

She was lying on the bed, staring at her wedding band with a goofy grin on her face. The wedding had been perfect; just the two of them exchanging their vows in one of the more mundane chapels in Vegas. And now they were back in their suite, ready to consummate their marriage. A soft chuckle slipped over her lips, and she rolled over, her eyes falling on the door he would come through any second now.

"Mrs. Locksley."

Her breath hitched in her throat as he finally appeared, her mouth curling up into a seductive smile as she breathed, "Mr. Locksley."

Her eyes swept over him appreciatively, taking in every smooth line and muscle as he sauntered towards her, only clad in his boxer briefs. Her stomach clenched as he laid down beside her, his lips on hers a second later.

His tongue delved into her mouth, aggressive and possessive. His hands were flying over her body, ridding her off her clothes in record time, a shiver running down her spine as his palm skimmed down her chest and his hand cupped one of her breast.

His fingers tugged at her nipple, making her moan under his lips, and then he was suddenly gone, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses down her throat and over her chest, one hand skimming down her stomach.

"So ... about the other thing," he rasped, his mouth closing around one nipple, his teeth scraping over it.

She shuddered under his caresses, a sharp breath whooshing out of her as his fingers brushed over her clit, parting her folds.

"I stopped taking the pill six weeks ago," she whispered, arching off the mattress as one of his fingers pushed into her.

"Six weeks ago?" he asked surprised, his finger slipping out of her as he propped himself up on his elbow to look down at her.

"After we got the wedding invitation from Charles and Maggie I knew it was only a matter of time until we would reach the magic number. I didn't want to waste any time."

"I see." His fingers started to move again, his palm pressing against her clit as he slid one finger into her. "Then let's get to work, shall we?"

She couldn't answer him, the reply dying on her tongue as he suddenly pushed three fingers into her, and she gasped when his mouth latched onto her nipple again, sucking at it hard.

He pushed her over the edge only a minute later, plunging into her while her walls were still fluttering from her climax, and she shouted out his name when his hard thrusts caused another orgasm to crash down on her.

She was still panting, her whole body jerking with the aftermaths of her climax, the breath hitching in her throat as he slammed into her one last time, spurting his release into her.

He was lying heavily on her, his damp forehead pressing into her shoulder, and she lifted one heavy hand, threading her fingers through his hair. His hand reached for hers, their rings clinking together as he intertwined their fingers, and her mouth tilted up into a huge smile.

Mr. and Mrs. Locksley.

At Emma and Killian's wedding she already had to drink water instead of sparkling wine, and seven months later Kayla Violet Locksley was born.