A/N: Well Everyone this is the last installment of this little fic, I would like to thank everyone again for all the follows, favorites, and reviews! You helped fuel the muse even after it fell of the bandwagon a few times. Be sure to check out my other MCs and keep an eye on my profile since I will be starting a new story soon!

Emma stirred from her sleep to feel a familiar scruffy face pressing kisses to her neck and shoulders.

"I can definitely get used to being woken up like this," she giggled and stretched against him, feeling his already hard cock brush against her ass.

"Well I think that can definitely be arranged love," he chuckled and circled her waist with his arms, pulling her closer and groaning when she rolled her hips against him, "Patience Swan, this is the last day of our honeymoon and I intend to thoroughly enjoy ravishing my wife while we still have privacy."

He flipped her over so she was on her back and he leaned over her, kissing her properly. Emma's hands ghosted up his arms, stroking his cheeks and anchoring themselves in his hair as his lips traveled from her lips to her jaw and finding home just below her ear.

"Careful, we have the reception tonight, I can't be covered in hickeys," Emma moaned. Killian nodded and lightened up softly, nibbling his way down her neck.

"Then I won't leave them anywhere they can be seen," he smirked up at he before kissing his way over her breasts, his hand coming up to give on a squeeze, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Emma groaned and arched her back, fully enjoying the pleasure her new husband was giving her, gasping when his lips came around her other nipple licking and sucking it into a hard peak. Heat was already building between her legs and he hadn't even gotten close to it yet.

"More," she panted out rolling her hips against him, her hands finding them in his hair again and pushing his head down slightly. She felt Killian smirk against her skin and he went torturously slow, his hands sliding down her sides, his lips kissing a slow meandering trail back and forth across her stomach. Emma felt as is she was on pins and needles once he placed a final kiss below her belly button.

"In all my years I don't think I will ever get tired of teasing you love, it makes when I do something like this," he lightly slid a finger through her dripping folds lightly circling her clit, "that much better."

Emma was about to impatiently pull his head towards her but he beat her to it, licking a long stripe through her folds. Emma's head fell back on the pillow and felt grateful they were docked in a deserted harbor they found last night because there was no way she would be able to keep quiet once he sucked her clit into his mouth and traced small circles around it. He pushed two fingers into her and curled them up, effectively hitting her g-spot and making her cry out.

"Don't stop," Emma managed to squeak out, her orgasm quickly building as Killian continued his ministrations. Emma feel over the edge with her hands tangled in her husband's dark hair, her new wedding ring glinting in the sunlight. Killian withdrew his fingers from her and crawled up to her lips, capturing them with his own, Emma could still taste her release on him and kissed him hungrily.

"You alright?" he asked.

"I'm excellent," she pulled him in for another kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips, "But I can think of a way to be be even better."

"Well who am I to deny my wife of what she wants," he smirked at her before pushing into her, he groaned deep in his throat as he began to thrust into her. His hand was on clutching her hip, Emma could feel the cool metal of his wedding ring against her hot skin. She kissed his lips, cheeks, neck, finally biting his shoulder as he picked up the pace with his thrusts.

"I thought you had a rule against love bites," he panted out.

"I said I couldn't have any, not that I couldn't give any to you," she smirked and sucked a small bruise right where his neck met his shoulder. Killian moaned and buried his head in her hair, his hips snapping into her. His hand moved from her hip to rub small circles on her clit, Emma moaned and ran her nails down his back.

"Fuck, love when you do that," Killian said through gritted teeth.

"So close," Emma groaned out, hiking her leg a little higher, reveling in the feeling of him dragging along her walls and his masterful fingers on her clit. She was getting close to a second orgasm and when Killian sucked her earlobe between his lips she came again with a gasp. He thrust into her once, twice more before spilling into her and rolling off her so he didn't crush her. His arms pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Does our honeymoon have to be over?" she asked, feeling boneless and sated, snuggling closer to him she felt him chuckle.

"I think it does we have to return home eventually," Killian dropped a kiss onto the top of her head, "But that definitely wasn't a bad way to spend the last morning of it."

"Definitely not, but I am going to need some breakfast soon," Emma said.

"Well why don't we clean ourselves up and head back to Storybrooke, we can stop by Granny's when we get back for a late breakfast," Killian suggested.

"I like the way you think," Emma smiled, "But I'm going to need a few more minutes before I can walk again," she closed her eyes and smiled as Killian laughed and ran his fingers through her hair.

"As you wish," Killian whispered to her.

~K&EK&EK&EK&E~

Plans changed slightly when they spotted Henry waiting for them at the docks with take out bags from Granny's clutched in his hands.

"Henry!" Emma called and rushed down the gangplank as soon as it was sat up to hug her son, "I missed you kid."

"I missed you too Mom," he said hugging her tightly, "And you Killian."

"Aye, I missed having my first mate around," Killian patted Henry on the shoulder.

"Let's go home, I've been craving Granny's grilled cheese and onion rings," Emma said throwing her arm around Henry's shoulders and the three of them walked to the bug to drive home.

"So where did you guys go?" Henry asked once they were sat around the dining room table.

"We sailed up and down the coast, saw Martha's Vineyard, New Haven, Coney Island, Cape May, and finished off in Atlantic City before making our way back home, oh that reminds me!" Emma said getting up from the table and fishing around in her bag, "We found these and thought they'd be perfect to frame your photos in. We thought that we can put your pictures all over the house," she said placing several picture frames in front of Henry.

"These are great! Thank you," Henry smiled, "I can think of a few photos that can start us off, and I'll probably take a few more tonight at the reception."

"Speaking of we should probably start getting ready, the reception will be starting soon," Killian said getting up and gathering the plates. They each got up from the table, Killian and Emma going back to their room and Henry retreating to his to get ready for the reception. The boys putting on their suits and Emma unzipped the garment bag containing her wedding dress.

"I'm excited to see you in that again love," Killian said coming up behind her as she pulled the dress on and put her arms through the straps.

"I'm excited to be in it, now can you zip me up please?" Emma asked, feeling Killian's fingers gently zip up the back of her dress.

"I'm also excited to see you back out of it," he whispered in her ear before placing a kiss on her shoulder just as he had done that morning.

"Easy tiger we have to make it through our reception first," Emma reminded him.

Killian made a small whining noise in the back of his throat, "I shall try to contain myself."

"Come on, we can't be late to our own reception. Especially when we eloped," Emma patted him on the shoulder.

"Too true Swan, I'll go see if Henry is ready," he smiled and strode out of the room. Emma followed him and soon the three of them were piled into the bug and headed to Granny's.

Emma gripped the steering wheel tightly, a ball of anxiety tightening in her chest, as she got closer to the diner.

"Mom you okay?" Henry asked from the backseat.

"I'm fine why do you ask?" Emma tried to sound normal.

"You're kinda white knuckling the wheel," he pointed out, Emma relaxed her hands as she parked outside Granny's.

"Emma, it'll be all right," Killian set his hand on hers, "I won't leave your side."

"Thank you," she said, "All right, let's go in."

The three of them walked into the diner, Henry in front with Killian and Emma trailing behind him.

"They're here!" many voices shouted happily at once and Emma found herself engulfed in a hug from her mother. Emma breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful that Mary Margaret wasn't angry with her.

"I'm so sorry I eloped," Emma whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry I kept making the wedding bigger and bigger than you wanted," Mary Margaret said cupping Emma's cheek, "You look more beautiful than I thought possible."

"Thank you Mom," Emma felt herself relax and try to enjoy the reception. It looked as though her parents had scaled back the reception to those who actually knew the bride and groom and Emma could feel Killian's relief. Somebody put a load of quarters into the juke box and soon the dinner was filled with people dancing and drinking joyfully. Emma danced with everyone she could, Ruby, Belle, Elsa, and Regina wrangled her into a very enthusiastic rendition of "Wanna Be" by the Spice Girls while Henry tried to show Killian some more "modern" moves. Emma laughed when she saw her boys doing the sprinkler together in near perfect sync; she looked around seeing that everyone was having a good time, even Granny was getting down but one person was off to the side, sitting at the counter, her father.

"You're missing the dancing," she said approaching him.

"I'm not much in the dancing mood right now," David answered, "Tired."

"You know I have that thing with lies, what's wrong?" Emma sat next to him at the counter.

"I'm fine Emma really, go enjoy the party," David put on a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Emma reached over and put her hand over his.

"Dad, please just tell me," Emma asked softly.

"It's just that, there is so much that I missed out on with you. Watching you take your first steps, going horseback riding for the first time, you dancing on my feet at your first ball, stuff that is irreplaceable. And I always thought that I would at least be able to walk you down the aisle at your wedding, but now? It's just another thing that we won't get to have. I'm not blaming you or shaming you for eloping, you are a grown woman, but it just stung that I would miss out on yet another milestone in your life."

Emma felt a lump rise in her throat, "I'm sorry, I should have stopped and thought about that before we went through with it."

"Hey there's no need to beat yourself up about it, you both were under a lot of stress and I'll admit I can see the appeal of eloping," David placed his hand on her shoulder, getting Emma to smile softly.

"I know, I just wish there was a way to fix this," Emma said, a sudden realization hitting her, "Maybe there is." She got off her seat and went to the juke box, putting in some change and regarding the song selection.

"What are you doing love?" Killian asked coming up next to her.

"Making something right," Emma smiled once she found the perfect song, she bent down and slid off her heels, "Can you hold these for a minute?"

"Umm okay? Is there going to be an explanation?" Killian asked, clearly confused.

"In a minute," Emma assured him as the first few chords started to play from the juke box, she hurried back to her father.

"Dad?" she tapped him on the shoulder causing him to turn around, "I know you didn't get to walk me down the aisle, but that doesn't mean we can't have a father daughter dance."

David smiled brightly, his eyes growing misty and took Emma's hand and led her out to where the other party goers had already cleared a space. His hand came to her waist and he gripped her hand tightly, "You ready?"

"Almost," Emma said and lifted her skirt so she could stand on her father's feet, "Now I am."

David smiled and began swaying back and forth, holding her close, "Bryan Adams?"

"It seemed fitting, plus that juke box only seems to have 80s and 90s music in it," Emma chuckled.

"It is fitting, Emma everything I have ever done has been for you and your safety."

"I know, and thank you so much," Emma hugged her father.

"Thank you for giving me this," David said continuing to dance with her and hold her close until the song ended. As the song faded out Emma pulled away and only to have David pull her back and place a kiss on her temple "I love you and I am so proud of you."

"I love you too," Emma sniffled and tried to blink away the tears in her eyes. She turned to see Mary Margaret dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief and Killian giving her a small smile as he held out her shoes.

"Did you do what you needed to do love?" has asked as she braces herself on his shoulder so she could slide on her shoes.

"Yeah, I just needed to make something right."

"Good, because I intend to dance the night away with my love and our friends," he said before twirling her back out to the center of the diner and dancing with her until the wee hours of the morning.

A/N: Did you really think I would be so heartless that I would deprive Emma and David of a touching father of the bride moment?