Sorry this update took so long. I have the next few chapters planned and pretty much written but I felt like I had to do a wedding chapter first, and it really didn't want to happen! So I went with wedding night. The next few chapters will be fluffy, but this is smut and feels. 16 weeks pregnant or so- ah blissful second trimester.

Disclaimer: I don't anything related to Once Upon a Time.

He watched as she slowly slipped out of her glamorous silk wedding dress, revealing a rather racy set of white lingerie he hadn't realized was hidden under it. Mrs. Emma Jones. His gorgeous wife. He still couldn't believe it.

They'd left the reception as early as possible, exhaustion (and-who was he kidding- lust) overwhelming them by 10PM. The ceremony had been earlier, a small affair at the docks, Leroy presiding over the nuptials on his small boat because Killian had insisted they be married by a ship's captain. Snow and David had happily taken their turn as the bride's parents, seemingly excited that they got to share in this moment with their daughter in a traditional way. Aside from Ruby, the dwarves, and Anton, it had been a family only affair- which still meant it seemed like half the town had been there to watch, including Regina, Robin, Belle and even Neal and Rumple, who had been convinced by the best man himself, Henry. Roland had been the very distracted ring bearer, and she'd walked down the aisle/dock to the theme from "The Princess Bride." For only having a month to plan, it was perfect- small and intimate.

The reception, however, was literally for the whole town, a massive party expected to rage well into the night. You couldn't say that royals didn't know how to have a good time. After the formal toasts and the dances, everyone started to cut loose, and that was their cue to head back to the Jolly Roger to consummate their marriage- a first even for the 300 year old pirate.

There was no way to completely hide her belly, but the wedding dress Snow had helped her pick out had enough strategic ruching to make it ridiculously flattering. She'd even found lingerie that made her feel sexy despite her more rounded figure. Judging from the way Killian was staring at her as he took off his coat and tie, like a predator about to devour his prey, it was getting the job done. The strappy lace bodice of the babydoll style slip came to the bottom of her ribs, flaring out in a gentle cascade of sheer chiffon over her belly and hips. She'd paired it with a lace garter belt, panties that tied at the sides, and white backseamed stockings, figuring she might as well embrace the "blushing bride" look.

He slid up behind her, moving her cascading blonde curls off her shoulder and planting a soft kiss under her ear. "Gods, Mrs. Jones, you look absolutely breathtaking. I can to wait to spend the night utterly ravishing my beautiful bride."

She smiled, a slight giggle passing her lips. "I bet you never thought you'd say that."

He didn't know how to respond to that; it was true. He'd slept with plenty of married women... Just not any that he'd been married to personally. But there was something incredibly arousing about being able to call Emma "his" that he hadn't expected. "Is it wrong that it only makes me want you more?"

She turned in his arms fingers going to the gold ring that now joined the other pendants around his neck. "Only if it's wrong that I'm soaking wet thinking about being taken by my handsome husband."

He growled, lifting her into his arms and walking her to the ledge next to the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. He hurriedly stepped out of the rest of his clothes, then sank to his knees, kissing his way up her legs, his hand caressing the silky stockings before he untied her panties and tossed them across the cabin. She placed her hands on his chin, lifting him back up to her so she could kiss him, throwing every ounce of passion into her motions. He stepped between her thighs, their arms wrapped around each other, hands tangling in each other's hair as the kiss evolved from fast and hard to slow and tender and back again. Finally caving to their burning lungs, they broke for air, nuzzling at each other as they caught their breath. His thumb brushed her cheek, eyes searing into hers as he tried to memorize every detail of her. He'd waited three centuries for her, for this, and it was worth waiting just a moment longer to remember it properly.

She met his gaze, walls down and heart open to him in a way she never thought she would ever be able to do. He moved slowly, almost reverently, kissing down her neck, her shoulder, across her collarbones, worshiping every inch of her skin with his lips. He brought his hook up to pull down one of the bodice's flimsy straps, then the other, exposing her full breasts before swirling his tongue over the right nipple as his fingers gently teased her left. Part of her wanted him to get on with it, to strip her bare and take her right then, but she could tell that he wanted to savor their first time as man and wife, and she couldn't find it in herself to complain when he was lighting her body on fire with his touches. She reached up to pull off her veil and her lingerie, stopping when he grabbed her hand. "Leave it on. All of it." She could tell by his low, rough voice that in spite of his slow pace, he was definitely hungry for her.

It was a very mutual feeling.

He lifted the sheer skirt of her slip, kissing his way down her swollen belly and pausing to rub his fingers reverently over where their precious little one grew. He continued across her hips, then down the creases of her thighs until he was kneeling in front of her again. He wrapped his arms around her hips, and began to softly kiss her pussy, tongue darting out to tease her as his lips played over her sensitive folds. It was slow, almost romantic, and she sighed softly as her body drowned in the pleasurable sensations. She was still so sensitive, and it felt absolutely amazing. She ran her fingers through his hair, her manicured nails tickling and scratching his scalp. He began to kiss her more fervently, his lips and tongue more insistent as he tasted how wet she was for him. Gods, she was always so ready for him- how could any man ask for more than what he had right here?

It didn't take long for his efforts to push her close, and his skillful tongue was soon flicking over her in just the right way, cries of pleasure leaving her parted lips with his every movement as she crashed over the edge. He continued to lap up her arousal as she came down, kissing her pussy, her inner thighs, anywhere he could reach until she hauled him to his feet again so he could kiss her mouth.

"Make love to me, Killian Jones," she whispered, kissing her way across his jaw. "I need my husband inside me."

He lifted her again, laying her on the bed before covering her body with his own. His hand moved over her waist and hips as he gazed down at her. "Gods, I love you," he murmured.

"I know. I love you too," she whispered back, her hand sliding to his manhood and stroking gently, then positioning him at her entrance. "Please."

He couldn't deny her, or himself, any longer, and began to slowly work himself in, savoring how hot, tight, and ready for him she was. She kept her eyes locked with his as he entered her, allowing him to see the ecstasy on her face as their bodies finally joined as one. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him as far into her as he could go as a few stray tears leaked from the corners of her eyes; tears that he kissed away as he spoke of loving her forever, of second chances and happy endings. He moved slowly as her mouth found his again, silencing all of his promises with a kiss that spoke of love louder than any marriage vows ever could.

As their passion ignited, he sped up, each stroke sheathing him completely inside her as she arched her back under him and cried out his name like a prayer. They clung to each other, lips crashing together, hands entwined as he drove into her, darkness edging into his vision as the sheer bliss of being inside her began to nudge him closer to his release when she fluttered around him.

"I love you, god, I love you so much Killian," she cried as she felt her orgasm approaching. She could tell he was close too from how hard he was and the desperate way he was thrusting into her. "Come with me."

She shattered, clamping down around him as waves of pleasure coursed through her veins. The feeling of her coming around him was all it took to find his release as well, spilling himself into her with a groan as his thrusts drew out the sensations.

"Oh, Gods, Emma," he said against the crook of her neck, his arms coming around her as he planted soft kisses into her skin. She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him right where she wanted him even as she felt him begin to go soft inside her. She ran her nails lightly over his back as he settled on her chest and she found herself thankful that the extra weight was not yet uncomfortable on her belly.

A short while later, she awakened to him kissing her neck and shoulder, his cock still buried inside her and getting hard again. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She breathed. "I think I fell asleep."

He chuckled. "We both did, love, and when I woke up and found myself still inside you," He rocked his hips forward slightly, igniting that desire in her again as she felt him now hard and ready as he slid deeper, "I thought I might as well wake you up and see if you're interested in another go." The mischievous smile on his face hinted that their second time as husband and wife would be slightly more... Uninhibited.

She moaned, his firm length rubbing her just the right way, and she took advantage of his slightly sleepy state to roll them over, placing her on top as she rolled her hips over him. He sat up, pulling her against him as he tangled his hand in her hair, finally pulling off her veil and babydoll and pressing her bare chest against his as he kissed her. They spend the whole night in each others' arms, finding new ways to make love, and fuck, and everything in between; tasting every inch of skin, whispering vows and praises between kisses.

When the finally surrendered to sleep, limbs entwined in the tangled sheets, their hands were clasped on her belly. Her sparkling rings looked so natural on her fingers, as if they were always meant to be there. She still hadn't gotten his hand back, but the ring around his neck was all the promise she needed. They belonged to each other, now officially Mr. and Mrs. Jones. With a large family who loved them and a baby on the way.

Maybe some fairy tales did come true.