A/N: Hello hello lovely readers! Another Monday has descended and with it is another chapter of 'In Your Light.' As promised, it comes bearing gifts in the form of a proposal (told with two POVs from Emma and two from Killian as well). Most of you know by now that I am all about the fluff and smut and feels especially in my CS proposals and weddings, and that pattern has definitely held this go around. I hope you guys enjoy, and thanks as always for reading!

A week or so after Killian's birthday Emma found herself with an unexpected luxury: a completely free Friday with no work and no commitments to see to. The two appointments she'd had were rescheduled, and though he'd offered to call in sick and spend the day with her, Emma wouldn't let Killian take the time off. He'd been spoiling her enough with extra days together and spontaneous adventures this summer, but at the end of the day he had to work too. Besides, he'd be back tonight and every day after that. That was the beauty of living together.

So Emma decided today would just be for getting back on track. She'd do a little cleaning, maybe run some errands, and get dinner ready for her and Killian when he got back. Throw in some Netflix and maybe a run on the beach and she had a pretty solid, if a little boring, day planned. Yet while all of this made sense to Emma, it did not make any to Elsa, who called her sister looking to spend some time together just the two of them and Anna.

"You're really choosing cleaning over shopping with your sisters who you love to infinity?" Elsa's question brought a smile to her lips, mostly because Emma could hear her sister pouting through the phone. Well that and the bizarre exaggeration of her word choce. "That's just so… it's so…"

"Adult?" Emma offered, as she wiped away the collecting dust sitting on the mantelpiece.

"Depressing."

Emma laughed outright at that. She really, truly loved her sister but something always came over Elsa in the summer months. Ever since she'd become a teacher it was like a switch went off as soon as they hit the end of June. Without the constant need to be at school and teach the future of America, Elsa let all parts of her life go on the lax, but Emma couldn't do that. This was a beautiful home, one she and Killian shared, and she didn't want it to be a mess. It deserved better than that.

"Why don't you ask Mary Margaret?" Emma purposely left out Ruby and Belle who would not be particularly interested in a shopping trip with her sisters.

Where her two friends were smart buyers with a plan and a vision, Elsa and Anna were the opposite. Elsa liked the mall for the chance it gave her to casually enjoy the air conditioning and Anna was a dreamer who liked to leisurely stroll through the mall and try every last thing on. A trip to the shops could take the whole day with Anna if you weren't careful, and Emma simply didn't have the time.

"She's ovulating."

"Jesus, Elsa. TMI, much?" Emma could hear her sister yawn through the phone, as if she didn't see how strange a conversation this was to have about their friend.

"Oh please. I'm surprised the whole town doesn't know. She and David have been very busy if you know what I mean." Emma groaned.

"Yeah but I don't exactly need the visual."

"Well I promise if you come to the mall I won't bring up sex once." Emma smirked, but she doubted that was true. It made her laugh to remember Elsa as she'd first met her, all prim and proper, never dreaming to have a conversation like this. But apparently love and the comfort and safety of people you trusted could change that.

Just as Emma was about to call it a day on cleaning the living room, she noticed a portion of the fireplace looked a little out of place, as if one of the stones had been moved. Emma knelt down to touch the stone, feeling it give freely. She'd have to make a note to talk to Killian about it, because she had absolutely no idea about stonework, but then she noticed the ring box underneath where the stone had been.

"Oh my god!" Emma said, completely forgetting she was on the phone with her sister.

"What? What is it?" Elsa asked, clearly concerned.

"I don't – I'll call you back Els." She heard her sister arguing with her through the speaker but Emma hung up and threw the phone down.

Her hands shook as she reached down for the box and felt the smooth casing. It occurred to Emma for only a second that maybe she shouldn't be snooping, and looking in compartments that were clearly hidden away, but in the end, curiosity won out, and she held the box in her hand, clicking it open and hearing the gasp that passed her lips when she did.

It's gorgeous, Emma thought to herself, unable to leave the ring inside its holder. She was already way past the line anyway, might as well go all the way. Her fingers traced along the cool medal of the white gold band and she saw the big blue stone and the diamonds sparkling around it. She'd never seen anything like it, but then she noticed words inscribed on the inside of the band.

You are my true north.

Emma felt her heart clutch in her chest, loving the words and the message, but even if she felt in her heart that this ring was intended for her, she still wasn't certain. She didn't want to presume that Killian was heading that way, even if they'd been moving towards it pretty steadily for some time now. Hell they were talking about kids at this point, but still superstition won out. She didn't want to jinx this and deny herself the chance at the happy ending it would afford.

But God how she wanted this ring and everything it would bring along with it. More and more with each passing day Emma felt herself falling deeper in love with Killian, and the connection that had started building ever since that first night meeting him was so profound at this point Emma doubted it was surmountable. He would be a part of her forever and a ring like this made the promise, sealed the bond that she wanted and signaled a day where she'd get to say 'I do' to having him always.

Emma couldn't help but see if it fit, and when she slid the ring onto her finger it was perfect, as if made for only her. She didn't allow herself very much time to look at it, putting it back in the box and back in its hiding place quickly, but the image remained seared in her mind as did the implications of getting to wear that ring.

She moved about the house listlessly, trying to find her sense of balance again, but it just wouldn't come. A rush of adrenaline coursed through Emma's body, and she was torn between running over to see Killian right now and asking for the truth, and going back to look at the ring some more. Neither option was rationally preferable, but Emma paced about the house searching for something that was.

After a little while longer, Emma realized she wasn't going to find any answers or any peace cleaning or pacing. What she needed was her sisters, and an afternoon of hashing this out. If it had to happen at the mall, so be it, but one way or another, Emma was going to figure this out.

It took mere minutes for Emma to confess everything that she'd discovered to her sisters, and of course the entirety of the afternoon was spent discussing each and every detail, but it ended with a bit more clarity. Emma, impatient as she felt in this moment, could wait just a little longer to see Killian's plan unfurl. She set one week as her margin to make, and after that she'd speak to him herself, because that ring had only solidified a truth she'd long known. Emma wanted to be his wife, and for Killian to be her husband more than nearly anything else in the world, and she wanted it to happen soon.

…..

Time didn't seem to bear any effect over this feeling, the one sparked when Killian held Emma's hand in his on their way to a new adventure. The lightness in his step, the eagerness in his heart to move forward, it was all so spectacularly unique to his relationship with Emma and it made each day that much brighter.

Through it all Emma was always right there with him. He never doubted her love or her want for this to work. She matched him stride for stride, held his hand just as tightly, and faced every new thing with him happily, but today there was just a little something missing.

Killian had noticed a change in Emma since his arriving back home from work last night. It wasn't one that gave him excessive pause, for he could still feel her love in spades, but there remained an element of edge that Emma didn't often carry, as if she was shouldering some sort of tension. All he knew of her day was that she'd spent it with her sisters, but usually that was a boost for Emma. Whatever it was, Killian only hoped that Emma knew she could speak to him about anything, and that by the end of the night those worries or anxieties would ease.

Today was the day. Killian was asking Emma for forever, and he only hoped the thought of a life spent together would make Emma as happy as it made him. He also wanted this to be another pleasant surprise for his Swan, to watch that laughter and light that came to her eyes when he gave her unexpected pleasure, but to do that in the way that he wanted, and to make a moment he felt fitting of a woman as all together wonderful as Emma, would take substantial outside help. He'd enlisted everyone, her sisters, his brother, and all their friends to assist him in enacting this plan and his job, at least for now, was distraction.

As a means of occupying both of their time, Killian proposed a day on the ocean for him and Emma which she readily agreed to, but Killian had a few other tricks up his sleeve, one of them rather large in its implications. It was a sailboat he'd secretly been building for the two of them for some time, and it was finally finished. Killian wanted to see her reaction to it almost as much as he wanted to get down on one knee this second and just know one way or another if she'd say yes.

"This is gorgeous. I'll never understand how you can make something this beautiful." Killian pulled Emma closer to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her temple lightly.

"So you like it then?" He asked Emma and she nodded. "Good because it's yours." Emma turned around immediately, her eyes wide with surprise.

"What?!" Killian grinned, pressing another kiss to her lips, unable to hold back in that moment.

"I built it for you, Emma." Her voice warbled when she responded, the emotion within it clear and sounding out like a bell.

"For me?" Killian laughed. She saw this as a grand gesture, when to him it was a natural step. Yes it had had taken time and patience all done in the name of Emma, but it was just as much for him as for her. It made work a little easier since he'd spent some time each day on this beauty, feeling closer to Emma in the process.

"Aye, love." She turned back around to look at it again, excitement in her eyes.

"What's its name?"

"The True North." Emma squeaked out a strangled sort of sound at that, and for a moment Killian wondered if she knew. Had she found the ring somehow, or spoken to the jeweler where he'd had it inscribed? Killian felt his hold on her tighten slightly but then she looked back at him and there was only joy in her eyes. He felt himself breathe a little easier.

"So I'm the Captain of this vessel then?" Killian nodded, loving the way her terrible impression of him sounded. "Excellent, then I can do this anytime I want."

Emma pulled him down for a heated kiss and Killian let this one linger, his hands roaming over her body bringing her closer even if nothing more could happen here on the docks out in broad daylight. When he pulled back she was breathless and flushed and he was tempted to say to hell with the whole plan and to bring her back home and ravish her for the day instead. But this would be better. He had to keep reminding himself that it would be worth it.

"You can always have your way with me, Emma, as you well know." She laughed at that, her hand resting over his heart, which was beating too quickly.

"There's only one problem." Emma said finally.

"And what would that be, love?"

"I can't actually sail." Killian chuckled, knowing full well what Emma's abilities on the water were and assured her that was no cause for concern. She could be the Captain in title alone and just relax. She seemed more than happy at the prospect, quickly making herself at home on her new present.

Perched on the side of the boat, with her hair whipping around behind her as they moved away from the docks, Killian was struck as he so often was by her beauty, but it was the glances she made towards him that kept him spell bound. This miraculous woman, once guarded and resistant to love as he had been was so transformed. To think that he had played any part in her change from scared to hopeful filled him with warmth stronger than any sunlight could. And this glorious day off the coast of their shared haven didn't hold a candle to Emma when she looked utterly care free as she did now. The tension seemed to be behind them, and he intended to keep it there.

The day passed by beautifully, with the constant sunshine and the coolness of the breeze on the water. He brought out the other elements of their date, a picnic, a sunset, everything designed for romancing Emma in the way she deserved. More than once he heard a happy sigh fall form her lips and he knew he'd made the right call. He felt his courage rising, his sense of right spiraling higher as the day shifted to night, and when the twilight hit, he steered their way back home to arguably one of the biggest surprises he would ever share with the woman he loved.

As they pulled into the marina once more, Killian could see that everything had been brought together just as he'd planned. The others had outdone themselves, and Killian's imagining of the moment was heightened with things he could see they included. His twinkling lights along the wooden docks and the hundreds of roses he procured for this were immaculately placed. Now with them were glowing lanterns and yes, he could even hear a bit of music playing. A nice touch that was, likely from his brother given the choice of a Sinatra classic.

When Killian looked at Emma, she stood there speechless, taking all of it in and lighting his heart ablaze as she did. He felt the current coursing through him and all he could think was that it had to be perfect. He hopped down from the boat and extended his hand to her.

"Fancy one last adventure today, love?" She nodded and placed her hand in his. He felt her in that moment choose him and choose their love, and so everything else, everything to come, he was ready to face without worry or hesitation.

…

"Killian." Emma couldn't manage to find any other words in the face of everything he'd done for her, but then again she didn't need them. She knew instinctively what was about to happen, what Killian was about to ask her and Emma felt her heart beating faster at the prospect. She'd thought perhaps he might propose all day long out there on the ocean, but she never expected this. It was more than she could ever dream, but somehow it was her life.

Picturesque, that was one way to describe it, and the photographer in her was itching for her camera, but more than anything she wanted to take it all in. The lights, the roses, the sweet smell in the air that mixed with the crispness of the sea she'd enjoyed all day all came together into one incredible experience. Even the music was perfect, and somehow they were alone out here on the docks in a place out of time and space. He'd made something ordinary into something beyond her wildest imaginings and all of it was because he loved her.

Without so much as a word, Killian led Emma to the spot just along the docks where they'd spoken their first night and Emma couldn't help tearing up as he smiled at her. She knew what was coming, but she didn't expect him to kiss her first. His lips were a distraction from the pounding excitement she was feeling but when he pulled back Killian held something other than the ring she anticipated in his hand.

"My compass?" Emma asked, curious as to why he would be giving this back now. She felt the cool metal against her fingertips and traced the carvings she knew so intimately.

"My first night in Storybrooke you came to find me here, to comfort me, and you gave me that piece of treasure. You said I should have this until I found my way through my troubles. I already knew you were remarkable, but in that moment, Emma, you became so much more. You became the guiding light that brought me home.

"It hasn't been this compass that's gotten me here, Emma, it's you. Time and time again you show me what it means to live life and live it fully. I wouldn't trade a single moment with you for anything, and I'm hoping that we can have a forever filled with moments."

Emma watched as Killian finally got down on one knee before her, pulling from his pocket the ring box that she'd found. When he popped it open and revealed the ring inside, Emma's hand still flew up to her mouth, trying to cover the happy sounds bubbling from her chest. She was so emotional, but she didn't want to miss a single second of this.

"Emma, I promise to love you and cherish you as long as I live, to walk beside you and to fight for us for this day and all my days. I promise to show you what it means to never have to be alone, to build a life with you with everything you've dreamed of. But mostly I'm begging you to have mercy on me, because the only place I ever want to be is in your light. And I can't promise perfection, but I can promise to strive for it every day, to see you happy and to give you the life that you deserve -,"

"Ask me." Emma didn't even realize for a moment that she'd spoken, but his grin and the chuckle that came from him told her that she had.

"Emma Swan, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" In a second he was up on his feet against, and Emma couldn't tell which of them moved first, but they came together in a kiss unlike any other. It was the kind of kiss that only came from absolute commitment, when two hearts finally said the words they'd been waiting to say forever, and Emma felt in that moment that she'd already said 'I do.' She was all in, so intertwined with Killian that she never wanted to know life without him.

"The ring!" The stage whisper from somewhere around them (one that sounded an awful lot like Anna if she was being honest), caused Emma to jump but Killian merely smirked before taking her hand and placing the ring on her finger. He told her as he did that it belonged to his mother and Emma took a moment to admire it again. It was beautiful, she'd thought so when she first found it, but it meant so much more to know it belonged to his mom too. But Emma found Killian's eyes so much more enticing than the sapphire stone, and soon her eyes were glancing back to them again.

"You've made me a lot of promises, so let me make some of my own. I promise never to run, even if I'm scared, even if I feel like that little lost girl again, I'll only run to you. I'll never give up on what we have, because I know that it's once in a lifetime. I promise to always try and to always trust you, because you, Killian, have brought me light too. I never knew life could be this wonderful, that I could feel this happy, but you bring me more every day, and I promise to do the same, always."

Killian was about to kiss her again when Emma heard a loud sob from nearby. Okay that one she'd definitely heard before. Her sisters were here, and they were now totally interfering with the moment. Instead of being mad though, Emma laughed, deliriously happy. Killian's forehead came to rest against hers and she watched him close his eyes.

"It seemed such a good idea to have them here before, now I'm rethinking that instinct." Emma shook her head.

"No, it's kind of perfect."

"Damn right it's perfect!" Ruby yelled, and this time when Emma turned she watched her friend stepping off a nearby boat with Graham.

Quickly everyone came off of the surrounding vessels and Emma felt glad to have them there. Yes, she fully intended to have crazy, headboard banging sex with her fiancé (her fiancé!) soon, but right now, that could wait. Her family was here, the one she'd chosen, and they should see this moment too.

"Oh Emma, this is so wonderful!" Elsa said wiping away tears. Emma shed some of her own, but they didn't hold a candle to Elsa or Mary Margaret who were both clearly overwhelmed.

"Yeah I kind of think so too." Emma joked, hoping it would break the crying spell but it didn't. Instead she got a laugh from the rest of her friends and watched Elsa duck into Liam's chest to cry on him some more. Her husband didn't seem to mind in the slightest rubbing a hand against her back lovingly.

"And Killian clearly wins for best proposal. No offense, honey." Kristoff only shrugged. He had asked on a whim at a carnival after watching Anna's enthusiasm for the spinning teacups, so yeah, it was safe to say Killian had topped that.

"So who won the pool?" Emma asked and everyone looked between each other as Emma laughed. "Don't try and deny it. I know all of you and there's no way there isn't a bet going."

Eventually everyone pointed to Graham who just sort of shrugged. Emma wasn't surprised per se, but it was funny to think that the quietest member of this sort of family had called it right. Emma had to laugh at some of the other guesses. Everyone, it turned out thought that this was coming far sooner than it had even if it had only been a couple of months. Liam had even gone so far as to guess three weeks.

"I would have asked you then, but I figured we might like a slightly more traditional courting, Swan." Killian's whispered confession made her body hum in approval.

"And what about me strikes you as particularly traditional?" Emma asked, lacing her tone with seduction of her own. She watched Killian's features go from soft to wanting in the blink of an eye. "In fact, I can show you just how nontraditional I can be when we get back home."

When Killian growled loud enough for everyone to hear, Emma laughed again, but Killian shook his head insisting she'd pushed him too far. She pretended it was just harmless flirting, but the next thing she knew he was picking her up and heading down the dock with her in his arms. And honestly, she kind of loved it, waving goodbye to the others and then enjoying the feel of love and safety that only came with Killian.

…

Holding Emma in his arms all the way home had been the slowest form of torture, and not for the reason she thought. Emma felt light as a feather given his adrenaline levels now. No the problem was Emma was close but not close enough. He wanted to devour her, to mark her, to send her spiraling into pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known.

Everything was charged now. Killian could feel everything zinging between them and needed her with him, wanting her panting out every breath, clawing at his back for purchase. He wanted Emma just was wild and out of control as he felt right now and he would make no delays in getting there.

As soon as they were up the porch stairs and in the house he shut the door and spun her against it, his hands roaming over her. His mouth came crashing down against hers in a demanding kiss, one she met whole-heartedly. He could feel her fingers tugging at his hair, her tongue dueling with his but it wasn't enough. His hands came up underneath the skirt of her dress, moving up her thigh and finding nothing in between them.

"Fuck, Emma, have you been bare like this all day?" Emma nodded, moaning as his finger found her clit. She was temptation made flesh, and by some miracle she was his.

"I kept trying to seduce you on the boat, show you a surprise of my own but you weren't listening." Killian growled. He was a bloody fool for failing to take her up on her offers, but in the moment he'd thought it right to wait, to make tonight more special. Now he wished he'd allowed himself to take the edge off.

"Well I'm listening now love," Killian said against her neck before nipping at the spot he'd found months ago that always made her purr. The throaty sound she made was a good start, but he needed more. He wanted her gone, succumbing to this thing between them. Killian worked her sex with his fingers continuously until she shattered, crying out his name in a way that filled him with the purest satisfaction.

"Every room." Emma blinked up at Killian, clearly not following his train of thought. The redness in her cheeks brought out by the orgasm he'd just given her remained, as did the haze in her green eyes. It only made him more determined, hungrier for her than he'd ever been before.

"What?"

"I'm going to make you come in every room of this house." Her eyes widened at the statement and Killian felt the coiling of pressure low in his belly. Yes, this was an excellent idea, and he'd take her all night long until the riding feeling that he needed to claim her passed.

"In one night?" The alarm in her voice was outweighed only by the desire still clinging to her words. Emma might be overwhelmed, but she still wanted him, which was good, since she'd said yes to forever just a while ago.

"Aye, love." Truth was he'd been wanting to reclaim this whole house ever since Will left. A whole week of no sex outside the bedroom had been too confining, and tonight they were going for memorable. Her screaming his name over and over as he took her sounded pretty damn memorable.

"Killian there's no way." He grinned and she pressed her hand to his mouth before he could interrupt her. "That's not a challenge that's a fact. I will die. Do you want to miss out on marrying me at all thanks to death by climax?"

"You're a survivor love. I think you can handle it." She rolled her eyes and he felt his cock twitch. She didn't even realize how enticing she was.

"Killian." The exasperation made him smile and he kissed the tip of her nose, watching her blush at that. He'd just made her come apart and yet the small display was the thing that embarrassed her. She busied herself by running her hands against him.

"Perhaps we could negotiate." Emma's hands stilled from where they'd been lifting up his shirt to strip it from him.

"You're bartering with me right now?" He nodded. Emma sighed and pretended to consider as he removed the offending garment.

"We can try for the first floor, no bathrooms." Killian grinned, watching Emma remove her cotton dress, and unclasp her bra shucking it away. Her naked figure distracted him for a moment, his hands coming to trace her heavenly curves, but then he remembered the negotiations.

"Only if you marry me tomorrow."

"What?!" There was that tone of surprise again fueling his desire for her.

"I want forever to start now, love. If you're not ready, I'll respect that, but if you are and are simply wondering if I'm willing then know that nothing would make me happier than that. We'd be one step closer to forever."

"I don't even think we could tomorrow. We need a license and a justice of the peace and -," Emma cut off on a moan as his hands moved up to her breasts.

"Next week?" Emma shook her head, her hands coming to unbutton his shorts.

"I need a month. My sisters are gonna have input even if I beg them not to. But a month should be enough." Killian begrudgingly agreed.

"Fine. One month. Not a day longer." Emma smiled.

"Okay, deal." Coherent conversation largely stalled after that, and now Killian's sole purpose was pleasuring Emma.

Killian made his choices of where to conduct these exploits carefully, though in truth he'd already been thinking them up for a while now. The couch, the kitchen island, the dining room table. In each place Killian had his way with Emma, and each time he reveled in the trust she gave him, the way she knew he'd see her through, loving her with everything he had. He'd remember this night and these looks every damn time he walked through this house and he was all too happy at that.

About halfway through their challenge, with a decent amount of bliss between the two of them having been spent, Killian carried her up to their room, determined to have her here in their place. They shifted between fast and demanding and heart achingly gentle. It was all together the most mind blowing night of his life, and it wouldn't end. Every time he thought it might, the need between them still remained.

"Fuck, Killian I just -," Killian pulled back from where he'd been kissing at her sex, playing off the sensitivity still lingering between her thighs from his taking her with his cock.

"Just what, Swan?" He purposely breathed against her core, watching her body shiver from the subtle motion.

"I love you." Gods if that didn't take his damn breath away. Whether she'd meant to or not, Emma had triggered him back to the peak of wanting her. He lapped her up, using his tongue with slow steady motions until just the moment when she arched for more, then he worked with abandon until she was over the edge again.

When he came above her, he saw in Emma's eyes, for the first time a sense of fatigue. He'd taken a lot from her tonight, demanded that she partake in all this pleasure, but he never wanted to ask too much. He only wanted to give.

"Don't even think about it." Killian looked at Emma confused. She only smiled back, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she did so. "I want this Killian. I want you. All of you."

The gravel in her voice hinted at her plan of getting even and had Killian's already hard length twitching with want. That fact didn't escape Emma's notice, and she brought her hand down his chest, over the ridges of his abs until her fingers came to grasp him. He couldn't manage to bite back the curse that formed on his lips.

"And you thought you were going to have all the fun tonight." With that Emma moved on top of him, her hand never leaving his length until she'd kissed her way down his body to take it in her mouth. Killian tensed, trying to keep himself together, but falling over to the expert abilities.

"Emma, love. You win!" Emma didn't move, instead only humming against him. He frantically tried to think of someway to convince her that he should be fucking her instead of her mouth when he lost it finally. "I won't sleep unless I've finished inside you."

"If I didn't think you were serious, I'd call your bluff." Killian grinned as Emma came above him, lining herself up with him and taking her damn time to lower onto him. Killian couldn't take it, flipping their positions again despite her bit of outrage.

"This now, yelling later." Killian said and Emma moaned as his mouth moved down to suck on her hardened nipple. Her fingers moved through his hair instinctively. Still, his love had a few words for his theory on marital sex.

"God it's so good! Why is it so good?" Killian knew the words were just her lust riddled brain trying to make sense of all these feelings but he growled against her, moving towards her other breast.

"Because it's us, love." With that he plunged inside her, and they moved together, both trying to get what they needed and wanted more than anything else. They found it hard and fast and only when he'd pulled away did Killian feel the tug of sleep pull at him for the first time.

He fought it for a while, running his fingers through Emma's golden hair, taking comfort in its softness. Finally, holding her to his chest, Killian closed his eyes, ready for sleep only to here Emma whisper something softly to him, a single word so sweet it couldn't be compared to.

"Forever." Killian smiled, holding her just a little closer.

"Aye, love. Forever."

Post-Note: So there we have it, the 'In Your Light' proposal. Now, obviously there is still much more to come. We've got to get them to the wedding, and see them through what some more of their forever looks like, but there's always just something about a proposal that makes me so happy. I've written more than twenty for CS but every time I get just as excited. This is slightly problematic because now my expectations for the show are not entirely realistic. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed and would love to hear what you guys thought. There's still quite a ways to go in this AU, but as always I'm open to some things you guys want to see specifically. Thanks so much for reading, and see you next time!