A/N: This is a prompted piece, although I don't want to ruin the surprise so it will be at the bottom.
Happy reading x

Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT

Aren't You Forgetting Something

Emma was still beaming as she cuddled into Killian's side on the couch.
His surprise performance in the parade had left her speechless and all the more in love with her ridiculously charming man.

The moment they'd made it through the door, she'd had him pressed up against the wall, systematically stripping him of all his clothes to have him right there on the floor in the hallway. His back would probably protest later, but he certainly wasn't upset as she traced his old naval scars with her tongue, whilst riding him into oblivion.

Their hunger for each other momentarily sated, they'd gone in search of food and pajamas (they'd tried naked Chinese take-out night before, and it hadn't ended well.)
A quick scan of the fridge informed Emma that they really ought to go grocery shopping sometime soon, but not tonight. Instead she pulled open the menu draw and grabbed the pamphlet for their favourite pizza place and placed the order.

She slowly wandered over to the living room, where Killian had already established himself with a glass of rum for each of them and Netflix cued on the tv. He opened an arm in invitation, one she gladly accepted, moving in closely to press her face into the skin of his throat. He absentmindedly pressed play on some crime series they had dabbled in watching, content to leave it as background noise and just enjoy being together instead.

They were only separated twenty minutes later when Killian was forced to drag himself to the front-door in order to grab their pizza from the delivery boy. He gave the kid a generous tip, not bothering about the correct change, just wanting to get back to where his love was waiting.
Boxes in one hand, he strolled back towards the couch, leaning down over the back to press a kiss to Emma's forehead, hearing the small happy hum that emitted from the back of her throat as she reached back to take the pizza from him.

They both re-situated themselves, curling into one another whilst picking away at the food until it was gone. As the last crumb was cleared away, Killian readjusted so that he was stretched over the length of the couch, tugging on her waist so she could assume her favourite position lying atop him with her head on his chest, his fingers carding through the tangles in her hair, smoothing it out along her back.

"I was thinking Swan," he murmured softly, lips against the crown of her head, feeling her answering noise reverberate through her body, "We should consider a spring wedding, summer maybe, near the coast that way it'll be warm."
A look of confusion passed across his face as she quickly moved to sit up so that she could look down at him, some unidentifiable mix of uncertainty, hope and disbelief flitting across her features.
"Killian..." She sighed, hands reaching to cup his face, grinning at the question in his eyes.
"What is it love?" He asked, moving to sit up so they were at eye level, with her on his lap.
"You know that in order to plan a wedding, we need to be engaged first."

She watched as his face slowly transformed as understanding came upon him and he smacked a palm to his head.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, "I knew I was forgetting to do something this evening."
Quickly, he wrestled himself out from underneath her and sprinted from the room, almost slipping as his sock-clad feet skidded around the corner on the hard-wood floor. Emma remained stationary, still not entirely sure if this was actually happening, that was until her boyfriend slid back into the room, coming to rest on one knee in front of her.

"Forgive me love, I appear to have gotten a bit ahead of myself. Allow me to try and get this done in the right order."
She nodded her head rapidly, one hand coming up to her mouth where she could feel the grin building across her face, the other reaching out to cup his cheek and tug at the hair behind his ear, needing to be physically connected to him in this moment.

"Emma Swan," he started, his own hand coming up to brush across the apple of her cheek, "From the moment I first saw you that day beneath the tree I have been utterly enchanted. I have never been the type to fall quickly and give every part of me over so fully to a person, but with you I didn't even consider hesitating. My brother used to tell me about my mother, how she believed that sometimes you'll find people and just instantly know that you are destined to be connected to them in some way. I never truly believed it until I saw you. Though it may be cliché considering where we work, but I can say with all honesty that you, Emma are undoubtedly my true love, my soulmate and everything in between. I can't picture my life without you in it, can't imagine a day where I don't fall more and more in love with you. For that reason as well as a myriad of others that I will happily list to you for the rest of my life, I am asking you Swan; will you marry me?"

She was nodding before he even finished, fairly certain that she had been nodding from the moment he started to speak. The moment he was done, she launched herself, tackling him back onto the floor, furiously kissing every inch of skin her lips had access to as he laughed. Eventually she slowed down enough for him to grasp the back of her head and fuse their mouths together in a passionate tangle of tongues and teeth that neither was in any rush to put a halt to.

Eventually, they were forced to break for air, pulling apart only to move together again.
"Can I take this as a yes then?" Killian queried between short kisses, capturing her giggle in his mouth.
"Yes Killian, I will marry you," she replied breathlessly, diving back in in an instant.

They made love for what felt like hours, on the floor, on the couch, one time taking one another desperately against the fridge on what was meant to be a restful trip to rehydrate themselves. The final round found him pressed down on top of her where she laid out on the dining room table, sweat slowly cooling across their slick skin.
"Can I put the ring on you now, or are you going to attack me again?" Killian teased, propping himself up on his elbows so she could see the matching raised eyebrow.
"It's just a risk you'll have to take," she said, eyeing him as he moved over to the coffee table where the little velvet box was rested.

He'd tried to slide it onto her finger earlier, but they'd both gotten distracted as she swiveled her hips on a downward thrust, unable to stop herself. Now however, she remained perfectly still as he gently pushed the silver band into place, the both of them grinning like idiots as the diamond came to rest in the place that it would remain for all eternity.

"So," she said, drawing his attention away from her finger, "A summer wedding was your plan?"
Another laugh flew from her lips as he growled, unable to contain himself any longer, lifting her from the table bridal style and carrying her off to finally celebrate in their own bed.

A/N: I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone who reads and supports this collection, the reaction has honestly shocked me and I will endeavor to keep it going for as long as you all would like.

Prompt
Person A: I'm thinking a spring wedding, or maybe fall, I don't want it to be too cold though.
Person B: Babe we aren't even engaged
Person A: SO THAT'S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO LAST NIGHT