A/N: Sorry for the delay, first I was busy writing a CS one shot and then life got in the way…anyways, the epilogue is here, and as you can soon see I was in a smut writing mood...

Chapter 28 – Happy Ending (aka Epilogue)

"Where exactly do you think you're going?" Killian asked from his place on the couch as he watched his girlfriend picking up her keys and purse from the kitchen counter, his eyes roaming over that smoking hot tight pink dress she was wearing.

"I already told you, I have a date" Emma teased as she headed towards (once his, now their) apartment door.

She was going with that dress?

"Not so fast" He was suddenly right behind her, leaning a hand against the door.

She turned around to face him "Seriously? You're gonna do this now?" She directed her gaze to him, noticing his eyes were drawn to the strap of her dress as he reached a hand to toy with it "Killian, I'm going to be late"

"You can't do this to me love" He whispered, his lips hovering over her neck as his body pressed hers against the door "This is murder..." His husky voice trailed off when his hands ran up her thighs and under her dress, tugging on her panties, pushing the material down and letting them fall to her ankles.

She already tortured him once with that dress on his twenty-eighth birthday. He was definitely not going to let her get away with it twice.

"Oh Jesus…" Her murmurs of surrender echoed through the room, followed by the sound of her keys and purse dropping to the floor as she reached to work on his fly, their lips locking in an instant, his hands roughly pulling the straps of her dress and bra down to her elbows, revealing her soft breasts just before he hoisted her up and penetrated her body in one long decisive thrust "Oh fuck!" She cursed when her back crashed against the door and she latched onto him "I'm going to be – " She gasped for air before she cried between thrusts "So. Fucking. Late"

In the last couple of weeks since they had found their way back to each other's arms they had been going at it every chance they got…when they met after work, with the break of dawn, and sometimes even passing on lunch in favor of a hot make-out session.

They just couldn't get enough of each other.

But this time something felt a bit different and it made her wonder what was on his mind.

…

Truth be told. He was jealous.

Yes. He knew it wasn't a real date, he knew she was going after a runaway client of hers. And still, the mere thought of another man thinking he was on an actual date with her, thinking for even two minutes that he stood a chance with her…it drove him insane.

Deep down he was still afraid to lose her.

Her green eyes flung open when she felt the couch under her back "Killian" She purred on the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, her eyes shining with excitement when she watched him pulling his light blue polo shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. With each stroke his weight pressing her deeper and deeper into the cushions, her dress scrunched up around her waist, allowing her to spread wide for him, taking him as deep as he was willing to go, his hands fondling her exposed breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples, working her into a frenzy, making her moan and writhe and bite her lip as he drove into her again and again and again "Oh Gods Killian don't you dare stop" She cried, feeling the tension building fast inside of her.

"Wouldn't think of it" He growled hoarsely as he maintained a perfect rhythm with one thought on his mind.

She would walk into that restaurant and 'Killian Jones' would be writ large all over her gorgeous sated body.

"I'm going to be so la – oh fuck" She exclaimed when he suddenly pushed all the way until the hilt, her fingers digging deep into the flesh of his hips "This is going to cost me a fortune" She hissed between gritted teeth while he held still at the deepest point, her neck arching, her eyes popping out, feeling like a tidal wave of pleasure was going to swallow her whole any second now. "Killian please" She whispered desperately, pulling him by the neck when her walls began to quiver around him, their foreheads touching, their noses brushing at the same time that his thumb brushed her clit, sending her over the edge and making her whimper his name again and again as she came around him. Her thighs clenching around his waist, her vision turning white and her eyelids fluttering shut as the orgasm violently ripped through her, wave after wave coursing through her trembling body, each time she thought she was coming down, another practiced roll of his hips set off a fresh wave, leaving her helpless, leaving her with no other choice than to sob out her release until she fell into utter oblivion.

…

After a few moments she came to when she felt his lips pressed on hers, his tongue then licking across her bottom lip, asking permission and she sluggishly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dip inside, explore and taste her mouth as he kissed her tenderly just a little bit longer before he slowly pulled away from her body, their lips parting with a soft sound.

Her vision was hazy around the edges when she watched him buttoning his jeans after he stuffed his still erect length into them "What are you doing?" She asked confused staring at the way his biceps contracted when he leaned to tuck her breasts back into the cups of her lacy bra "Why did you stop?" Her eyes moved to study his soft gaze as he pulled the straps of her bra and dress back up over her shoulders, then swiftly pulled down the hem of her dress to cover her thighs.

Back on his feet he picked up his shirt from the floor, quickly pulling it over his head "Come" He extended his hand, helping her up "We wouldn't want you to be late, would we?"

"Technically I'm already late" She glanced at the clock above the kitchen counter, fixing her dress, then fixing the collar of his shirt.

"Just show me his car and I'll take care of the tire lock" He told her, glancing back over his shoulder when he made his way to the apartment door, picking up her keys and purse from the floor "So you can go straight into your…date" He teased, quirking a brow, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he handed her the purse and keys.

"Sounds like a plan" She smiled back before he turned around to fetch her heels and panties. She stared at his back, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding as she thought just how much she loved that man in front of her, wondering how she had managed to live without him, without his love, for so long.

He kneeled in front of her, the matching lacey panties in his hands as he looked up at her, taking in her beauty, her flushed cheeks, sated gaze and disheveled hair bringing a smile to his lips as he watched her stepping into her panties, one leg after the other. He then slid her lace panties up her legs and thighs, placing them back where they belonged, his fingers lingering a moment longer, running along the hem as he whispered in her ear "Did you think of me when you got dressed today?"

She pulled back just a little so she could look at him, frowning at the hint of insecurity in his eyes "Seriously, what is up with you?" She smacked his arm lightly with her purse "I always think of you when I take my clothes off" She lifted a suggestive brow and gave him a flirtatious smile as she stepped into her heels and headed to the door.

"I said dress not undress" He called after her, grabbing his jacket before he followed her footsteps, pulling out his own set of keys and locking the door behind them.

"I know" She shrugged in fake innocence, walking backwards and giggling as she watched him shaking his head on a smile.

While they waited for the elevator she leaned in, her warm breath on his ear as she whispered "Are you going to make me return a favor once we get back?"

"What?" He asked, pretending not to understand, enjoying the game she was playing.

They stepped into the elevator, her back to the control panel as she added to ask in a playful tone of voice "Are you going to charge me for your services?"

He leaned to press the button behind her, grinning as he said hoarsely "For you, we have a free services policy – " He got cut off by her lips when she pulled him by the collar of his jacket, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, making him groan into her mouth as the elevator doors closed behind them.

…

It was their one year anniversary, and she was biting her nails all through dinner, she was sure he was going to propose that night. After dinner they visited the theater to catch a play that she had wanted to see for ages but instead of enjoying the show she spent the entire time shifting in her seat, nervous as hell, sure that at any given moment one of the actors was going to call Killian to come up to the stage so he would be able to declare his desire to take her hand in marriage.

On their way back to their apartment she got immersed in her own thoughts, feeling surprised more than anything that he hadn't proposed, wondering what was holding him back.

She knew he loved her; he used to whisper the three little words in her ear every single day, and she felt his love in every little thing that he did.

She also knew that he had absolutely no fear of commitment; on the contrary, he had the tendency to rush into commitment…

He proposed to Milah after six months.
He was going to propose to Belle after ten.
So he was bound to propose to the love of his life after a year, right?

Wrong.

…

She followed him to the bedroom, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him unbuttoning his shirt, then discarding it on the dresser as he sent a devilish smile her way "I hope you've prepared yourself for the weekend" He said in a low teasing voice, making his way to her with nothing but a pair of jeans and his damn good looks.

"You're the one who needs to prepare" She replied on a playful smile when she stepped out of her heels "I'm going to wear you down…you have no idea…"

"You can keep telling yourself that" He whispered when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body to his, their lips only a breath apart "But you know it's going to be the other way around"

"Wanna bet?" She teased, slightly pushing him back so she was able to peel off her dress, revealing her gorgeous body in a sexy white lace slip with a flyaway front that showed off her flat stomach, and matching cheeky lace panties that hugged her curves perfectly and put her buttocks on display for his hungry eyes.

"Bloody hell…" He hissed, biting his bottom lip and sucking air between white teeth as his eyes roamed over her body "Well that's just not playing fair" He leaned to whisper in her ear when he took a look at her behind over her shoulder.

"Afraid you're gonna lose?"

"You're stunning in white…" He took a step back, his eyes beaming with awe, thinking how beautiful she was "You look like…"

A bride?

"…an angel"

Yeah, not exactly what she was going for…

"But I'm still gonna win" He said in conviction, his voice low and husky with desire.

"So are we on?" She said, her eyes narrowing at the challenge as she extended a hand for a shake.

"You got yourself a bet" He took her hand, using it to pull her to him as he spun her around and locked her in his embrace, pressing her back to his chest, her behind to his groin when he slid his other hand down her flat stomach and into her panties.

"You're not wasting time" She writhed with need when his fingers circled her wet entrance.

"I never do" He whispered hoarsely in her ear when he pushed two fingers into her, making her gasp and jolt against him "Gods Emma you're burning up" He slid out his fingers only to push them back, deeper this time, eliciting a needy whine out of her mouth "I can't wait to be inside you" He tightened his grip on her, pressing her body closer to his, if that was even possible, making her feel his bulge between her cheeks, his warm breath on her ear as he whispered "Do you feel how hard I am for you?"

He waited for her answer but she was too far gone to reply, instead she just moaned and writhed in his embrace, trying to hold off an orgasm while his fingers kept drilling her and his thumb circled her clit with consummate skill, making her cry out her release in no time, despite her wishes to make him work just a little bit harder.

"You can still quit" He whispered on a content smile, slowly pulling out his fingers as he nuzzled her neck.

"Not a chance" She said with determination, her voice a bit breathy as aftershocks suddenly spiked through her body, grateful he was still holding her, thinking that otherwise she would have probably tumbled to the floor in a quivering mess.

…

He eased his grip and she turned around, her hands reaching to anchor at his waist, his burying in her hair when their lips met in a passionate kiss.

He took a few steps backwards, beckoning her to follow when he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands pulling her to stand between his legs, hers moving to lean on his shoulders "So what are we betting on?" He asked when he planted a soft kiss on the velvety skin of her stomach "What would you like me to do if you win?"

"Marry me"

"You don't need to win a bet for that" He whispered, his warm breath puffing out against her navel when his hands slid under the lace fabric of her slip, slowly roaming over the sides of her body "Just say when and where and I'm there" He added before he pressed another tender kiss to her stomach.

"I'm serious Killian" She said, her tone serious as her words and he pulled back to look up at her, his eyes slowly widening with a realization as they flew back and forth between her eyes and the white lingerie she was wearing.

…

His mind drifted away as he reflected on the argument they had before she left him years ago.

'I can't keep doing this with you' she had told him 'It's obvious that we want different things, you want a new wife…'

And she? She didn't want to be his wife.

He carried her words in his heart ever since that day, remembering them every time he dared to think of proposing, which was basically every time she gave him her breathtaking smile, causing his heart to skip a beat, making him wish he would get to see that smile everyday for the rest of his life, then forcefully shooing the thought away, reminding himself it was not what she wanted, reminding himself not to pressure her, not to scare her off, to be careful not to do anything that might make her run off on him again, telling himself that he'd rather have her like this than not have her at all.

"I don't want to lose you Emma" He said, his voice just above a whisper as he looked up at her, his flickering eyes revealing the depth of his fear.

"You won't" She said softly as she cradled his face, her thumbs grazing his stubble "There's only one thing that can take me away from you"

They locked eyes and there was a long moment of silence as he realized that she meant it, that she wanted it as much as he did.

"Till death do us part?"

"Exactly" She said on a soft smile before she leaned down to press her lips to his.

…

He soundly tore his mouth from hers before he got up abruptly "Wait here" He said, looking into her eyes, his hands on her waist holding her in place as his face lit up and a smile spread across his face before he turned to the dresser.

He opened the top drawer, rummaging through his socks and boxers, his hand reaching to the back of the drawer, pulling out a small burgundy velvet box before he made his way back to her.

"You bought me a ring?" She asked in surprise, her eyes going wide as her hand reached to cover her mouth.

"Not exactly" He replied on a slightly nervous smile as he looked down at the box in his hand.

Fuck. Why did he look nervous? Was he going to give her another woman's ring?

"Is it the one you bought for Belle?" She asked, fighting the frown that threatened to take over her face.

"No…" He replied, his brow furrowing in confusion as he wondered "How do you even know about that?"

"I have my sources" She shrugged.

"Marian" He muttered under his breath, his gaze wandering around the room.

"But it is a ring" She wondered, her voice making him cast his gaze back to her and nod in reply.

"And it did belong to another woman" She stated more than asked.

"Yes"

"Milah?"

"No" He shot unequivocally, looking mildly offended at the thought "It was my mother's" He said softly as they both glanced at the box before they looked back at each other and he continued with a certain amount of insecurity in his tone of voice "I can get you another one if you don't like – "

"I love it" She cut in, answering without hesitation as she smiled and her eyes sparkled along.

"But you haven't even seen it" He smiled back, looking a bit dumbfounded.

"I don't need to" She said when she took the last step that separated them, feeling tears of joy pricking at the back of her eyes "I would be honored to wear your mother's ring" She looked into her favorite pair of blue eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long loving kiss.

…

As the kiss heated they scrambled their way towards the bed, her hands unbuttoning his jeans at the speed of light, her fingers curling around the hem of his boxers as she slid them down along with his jeans and he stepped out of them, her eyes shining at the sight of his hardness.

He got back to his previous position on the edge of the bed, setting the box aside and pulling her to stand between his legs, his hands running over her buttocks before he tugged on her panties, peeling them slowly and revealing her sex to his lust-darkened blue eyes.

She climbed on top of him, her hands around his neck, his on her waist when she sank down onto him, making him gasp at the feel of his length sheathed within her warmth "Killian Jones, will you ma – "

"Bloody hell Emma" He exclaimed hoarsely when his eyes widened "What are you doing?" He asked and she gave him a look that said 'what do you think?'

"Shouldn't I be the one proposing to you?"

"Old fashion, are we?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"And what are you going to tell our kids? That you proposed naked with me inside of you?"

"We, are going to lie…" She captured his lips with hers, her knees pushing her body up so she could sink down onto him again before she said in a seductive tone "We'll tell them that you proposed over dinner"

"Ah ha" He murmured when her movements and her voice distracted him, causing his head to spin as he let out a desperate groan and his hands trailed aimlessly along her thighs.

"We'll say that you hid the ring in the dessert" She began moving on top of him in a slow steady rhythm.

"Cheese cake?" He managed to ask, his body tight with yearning as his hands tightened on her hips.

"Double chocolate"

"I got down on one knee…" He said, ending on a groan as she took him a fraction deeper and he could feel her stretching around him "And you said yes…" He groaned louder when she took him even deeper, almost feeling the end of her "And then I kissed you…" He hissed, staring at her lips, his hungry mouth slightly open, only a breath away from its craving.

"You're getting the hang of it…" She whispered on a content smile as he watched her mouth forming the words.

"And the chocolate tasted so good when I licked it off your lips" He leaned in, his tongue darting out, slowly sliding along the seam of her lips "And on your tongue..." He reached a hand to bury in her hair, tugging on it gently, tilting his head and surging forward at the first sign of her lips parting for him, their tongues meeting with lust as they kissed again and again, their mouths moving in a rhythmic pattern that matched the increasing tempo of her body movements.

…

He flipped them over, her back pressed to the bed, his length still buried deep inside of her when he looked deep into the green sea of her eyes "You know there's nothing more that I want, right?" He asked softly as he caressed her cheek, wanting to let her know that he would have proposed if only he knew that she wanted him to "This past year with you was the happiest of my life, you know that right?" She nodded slightly and kept looking at him intently "And there were at least three hundred sixty-five different occasions that I've wanted to ask you Emma Swan will you marry me?"

"Yes"

Bloody hell…that wasn't him proposing…was it?

"I ah…I don't think that was me asking" He said hesitantly as he cocked his head to one side.

"I think it was, and I just said yes, so where's my ring?" She asked on a devious smile, making him shake his head and smile as he bit back a few curses that were on the tip of his tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment. He reached for the box, taking out the ring and sliding it on her finger as he looked at the beautiful face of the woman he loved so damn much "It's perfect" She held up her hand, her eyes shining at the look of the ring on her finger, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him a little closer and making him sink a little bit deeper "Now wouldn't that be a moment to remember…" She arched her back in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut as a huge smile of triumph took over her face "You'll thank me for this memory when you'll be too old to get it up – "

"Not gonna happen" He said, his voice strained as he began thrusting slowly, his hot breath on her jaw line "I'm always going to be hard for you"

"Then I guess I'll have to keep you away from the other women at the nursing home, otherwise they'd be all over you like vultures"

He hooked one of her legs on his hip as he drove into her, saying "You know I only have eyes for you" Ending deep inside of her, pulling out to thrust again "Always have" He said before he thrust again "Always will"

"I love it when you do that" She ran her hands through his hair, licking her lips.

"Do what?" He asked as he continued to take her with long deep strokes.

"Own my body" She said seductively, ending on a loud moan when he drove into her again.

"Do you now?" He paused, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and raising his brow at her "What else do you love me doing?"

"I love it when you hold me open for you" She teased on a shy smile, spreading her legs a little wider for him.

"Like this?" He asked, splaying his hands on her inner thighs, his grip firm yet gentle as he held her open and pushed into her again.

"Yes" She cried, pleasure pushing through her body when he rotated his hips against her before he pulled out to pump deep into her again "Oh God yes" She whined shamelessly, her body arching into his.

"And when I take it out?" He asked, pulling out and leaving only the tip of him inside her.

"Oh, I'm not happy about that" She pouted, then slowly parted her lips when she noticed his eyes fixed on them.

"I wouldn't want a displeased fiancé" He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth at the same time that he thrust his length hard into her body, his mouth muffling her cries as he drove into her again and again, claiming her body and lips, their breaths growing shorter and shorter "Do you want me to make you come again?" He asked on his short breath.

"Yes" She was quick to reply, her cheeks flushed and her eyes beaming with anticipation.

"Tell me love, what else would you like me to do to you?"

"Touch me" She guided his hands to her lace covered breasts "I love it when you touch me"

He was keen to please, slowly pulling the center tie of her slip, opening the lacy fabric as if he were opening a Christmas present, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing gently as he asked "Like this?"

"Yes Killian" She bit her lip, placing her hands on his as she pressed them to her body "These are the only hands I want on my body"

"Say it again" He pleaded, pushing until the hilt and filling her completely "Say you're mine"

"I'm yours" She swore and he pulled to enter her once again "All yours" She moaned helplessly when he thrust "Only yours" She moaned again when he thrust again.

"Forever" He grated, his chest sheen with sweat as he kept delving into her.

"Forever" She repeated through a sob of pleasure when he reached a hand to where they were joined, giving her body what it longed for, making her walls spasm around him as she neared her peak "God Killian you feel so good"

"I love you my beautiful Swan" He leaned to whisper in her ear when the orgasm seared across her nerve endings, causing her to lose touch with the world as her body shuddered and her mouth cried out his name.

Her walls tightening around him, and the words 'soon to be Jones' she whispered in his ear, pushed him over the edge with her as he climaxed violently inside of her, his jaw clenching, his head dropping to her shoulder when he filled her with his release.

It took them both a moment to catch their breaths before he rolled off of her and pulled her to his embrace "You'll always be my Swan" He said when he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

…

The next day he proposed again, properly this time and exactly the way they had agreed they'd tell their kids. Distracting her with his lips, he slipped the ring off her finger before they stepped into the restaurant for a late dinner. A pleased smile lifting his lips at the sight of her surprised expression when she found the ring on top of the double chocolate cake…

…

One year later they got married between the oak trees on the banks of the breathtaking Mississippi river. It was a beautiful spring day and when they made their vows Emma burst into tears even though she had promised herself that she wouldn't, and Killian thought that even with her runny make up she was the most beautiful bride in the world (and he was the luckiest man alive).

Their long-lost friends attended the wedding, Mary Margaret and David, Ruby and Victor ("Did you really bring Whale to our wedding?" Emma grimaced at her friend who promised he had changed), and Robin who apparently hooked up with the evil queen, brought Regina as his date. Even Killian's brother Liam and his family arrived to the states especially for the wedding, whom Emma was thrilled to meet.

They held the reception at the river hall of the Mississippi river inn across the street, same inn they had stayed in years before, on their road trip. Consummating their marriage in the same bed he had entered her body (in more ways than one) for the first time.

'We'll always have Memphis?' He kept asking firmly as he tickled her mercilessly for saying that to him so many years ago, making her cry with laughter until her stomach hurt and she begged him to stop, getting back at her for thinking back then that she'd get rid of him that easily…little did she know that this would be the place where she would conceive their first born.

…

Five months later, during her second trimester, they said goodbye to Boston and moved to Storybrooke Maine, where she gave birth four months later to their first child, a beautiful, dark haired, blue eyed baby girl named Lily.

Aside from her husband, Emma had Mary Margaret, a mother of a two year old boy herself, whom she could lean on, and who could advise and share baby tips with her.

When Lily turned one year old Emma began working alongside David at the Sheriff's station.

Killian, who was working as the school consultant, met Henry, a short while before the boy lost his mother to a fatal accident, the same way that Killian had lost his parents, and when he heard that the cute ten year old was going to be transferred into the foster care system, Killian came pleading Emma to adopt the young lad, not that the pleas were really necessary, as she agreed without a thought.

They purchased a house by the water, not far from the Nolans, who had become like a second family to them.

When Lily turned two, a second baby joined the Jones family, a healthy smiling baby boy, whom they named Davy after Killian's father, and who also had dark hair and Killian's mesmerizing blue eyes.

David teased Killian that in the rate he was going at it with his wife they would have another baby before Emma would blink, and he wasn't that far from the truth as the youngest member of their family was born only eighteen months later; another beautiful baby girl, only this one had her mother's looks, blond hair, green eyes, and Killian was already in love with the little princess. They named her Ingrid.

…

Thirty years into their marriage.

It was thanksgiving again, and like after every thanksgiving family dinner for the past thirty something years, they washed the dishes together (she rinsed, he dried), before they turned to a quiet corner (this time it was their back porch swing), taking a moment for themselves as the ritual repeated itself, every year in this quiet moment he would say 'I'm most thankful that you let me into your life' and she would answer 'I'm most thankful for having you in my life'.

Only this time was different as she added "It was my eighteenth birthday wish" He turned to look at her as his bright blue eyes widened in surprise and she continued in her soft voice "I wished to have you in my life"

After all those years she still had the ability to take him by surprise.

He looked into the wild green sea of her eyes, same eyes that flung open to look at him after she blew out the candle on her eighteenth birthday when they sat on the hardwood floor at his prison office. His mind drifting to that day, drifting to the young lost girl, with the long golden hair and the big green eyes, who didn't feel comfortable in her inmate uniform, who didn't feel comfortable in her own skin, the memory of the most beautiful eighteen year old he had ever laid eyes on, still fresh in his mind as if it had been only yesterday.

That young woman with the sad smile and the sky-high walls had gradually opened her heart to him as she became his love, his girlfriend, his fiancée, his wife, the mother of his kids, the grandmother of his grandkids.

The one and only.

The love of his life.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, intertwining their fingers together when they looked at their kids and grandkids playing softball in their backyard, reflecting on the last thirty something years, thinking that he couldn't imagine his life without his Swan, thinking on what he was most thankful for…

That her wish had come true.

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