Author's note: Well, here we are. the last main chapter. I've got an epilogue planned to wrap things up. I'm so sad this story is ending, but all good things must end. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not a chance in hell.

Chapter 15

Her hand was clasped tightly in his as they wandered through the crowd. It had taken some ingenuity to get out of her parents' penthouse that morning (bloody paparazzi), but Emma was determined they get out. They were only going to be in New York for a couple of days as they needed to get back to Oahu. The semester had started and Killian had quite a lot to do before he could graduate in December.

Not to mention moving into their new place, furnishing it, getting Emma's company up and running.

It was a lot and Killian didn't blame Emma a bit for wanting a few days to themselves first.

"You know," he said, dodging another couple, "it doesn't look this...bright on the telly."

Emma laughed. "Maybe neon doesn't show up well on TV." They were in Times Square, just walking like any other tourists. They'd spent the morning and afternoon in Central Park; they'd even taken a carriage ride. Emma told stories about when she was child, showing him so much of the world she grew up in. It was a whole new side to her and he fell just a little more in love with her.

"I can't believe people stand out here for hours in the cold waiting for some bloody ball to drop," he replied, looking up at where said ball usually was. "What's the appeal?"

"Don't you have fireworks or something in London?"

"Aye, but people don't queue up for eighteen hours to watch them."

"Well, there's entertainment and stuff," Emma pointed out. "The stage is usually over there, I think."

"You think? You've never actually been, have you, Swan?"

Emma shook her head. "No. Mom always thought it was too dangerous. Then when I was older, Elsa wasn't into crowds so we just hung out in my room with champagne."

"She seems to be getting over that a bit, if you don't mind me saying."

Emma smiled. "Yeah. I'm really happy for her."

But Killian caught the flicker of sadness in her eyes. "What, love?"

They ducked into one of the shops. "I'm just going to miss her. Until recently, she's only been fifteen minutes away. When we get home it's going to be six thousand miles. It's just gonna take some getting used to."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"Have you talked to Will?"

Killian shook his head. "I'm not sure they have talked about it, Swan. It's a big decision."

"We didn't have any deep conversations about it either."

Killian let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Our circumstances kind of fell into our laps, love. We were already living together, more or less."

Emma blushed. "That just kinda happened, huh?"

"I must admit that I liked waking up with you in my bed. I love seeing you first thing in the morning."

"With bed head and morning breath? Guess it's a good thing you love me," she quipped.

"I adore you, Swan. As you well know." He kissed her temple, earning them a few envious glances. He did enjoy flaunting their happiness, the pure joy they found in one another. If their friends were as happy as they were, then he was certain everything would fall into place. And if it didn't, they would visit. Often.

He'd do whatever it took to make her happy.

They left the shop with a few souvenirs, then headed over to the Empire State Building. Emma wanted to show him the view at night. It was taller than he'd imagined; the photographs and video he'd seen not really doing the stately old building justice. They entered the lobby with its wall to wall art deco style, pausing to take some pictures and look around. Emma wasn't that interested in the exhibits, but that was because she'd been there on a school trip years ago.

"Is that what they do here?" Killian asked. "Take school children on trips to old buildings and such?"

"Well, I guess it depends on where you live," Emma said thoughtfully. "Didn't you have field trips as a kid?"

"I don't think we called them as such and they weren't annual affairs."

"You're totally going to be one of those 'involved' dads, aren't you?" Emma teased.

"You say that like its a bad thing, love," he replied, wounded.

Emma stopped them in front of the elevator. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that." She squeezed his hand. "It's really sweet. Just try not to embarrass the kid, huh?"

Killian grinned. "I guess that depends on if said child's mother is with me."

"I think that could be arranged. I didn't have that as a kid."

Killian couldn't imagine Mary Margaret not involved. "Why's that, Swan?"

"Private school," she explained. "Small classes. We didn't really need it."

"My mother was always working," Killian said wistfully. "It was a rare occasion she got to come to one of our matches." With Liam and Killian so far apart in age, they didn't play on the same team.

"I'm sure she wanted to be there, Killian."

"I know she did."

Emma threaded their fingers together. "I can't believe we're talking about this."

"About being parents to our future children?" he said, laughing. "It was bound to come up sooner or later, love."

"We just got married three days ago!"

"Aye, but we do spend a lot of time practicing." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"And who's fault is that?"

"Yours. Bloody irresistible siren, you are."

"Takes two to tango, babe."

"It most certainly does and you enjoy every minute of it."

Emma's cheeks went pink. "We're hopeless."

"I think I prefer it that way."

Their banter got cut off when it was their turn to take the lift up to the observation deck. Even at this time of evening it was busy; many other people seemed to have the same idea they did. Emma leaned back against his chest in the crowded lift; he held her by the waist just because he could. Once out of the lift they got in the line; it was stuffy in the hallway, which surprised him. To be honest, it was rather warm and he was thankful to be in shorts and t-shirt.

The line moved slowly, far slower than he would have liked, but since he was spending that time with Emma he decided to be philosophical about it. They would get back to much more mundane things soon enough.

But he was looking forward to it. Getting settled, going from their intense summer to being an actual married couple, was going to be a challenge. A good one, but a challenge none the less. Then perhaps in a few years they could revisit their talk about children and such.

"What are you smiling about?" Emma asked.

Killian schooled his expression. "Don't know what you mean, Swan."

"You had that stupid grin on your face."

"I did not."

"Did so. You looked really happy about something."

"Well, I've been quite content lately, love."

Emma held up their joined hands, showing off his wedding ring. "I know what you mean."

"You too, huh?"

"I married a really cute guy, why shouldn't I be happy?"

"Cute?" he cried indignantly.

"What?"

"Using that word," he replied with mock hurt. "Seems rather inadequate, don't you think?"

"It's one of the few I can use in public," she whispered in his ear.

"Ah," he said knowingly. "In that case, you're forgiven."

She started to retort, but it was their turn to head up to the observation deck. He tugged on her hand and led the way, following another couple. When they stepped outside, he was taken aback by how windy it was, but then again they were eighty six floors up. The deck was fairly crowded, but they found an unoccupied set of viewers. The lights of the city shown around them in all directions, blotting out all but the brightest stars in the sky.

"So what do you think?" Emma asked.

"It's impressive."

"You miss the stars, don't you?"

He smiled at how well she could read him. "Aye. The sky is too dark."

"I didn't really get that until I went to Hawaii. I mean, logically, I know about light pollution and stuff, but knowing and understanding are two different things."

He slipped his arm around her waist. "Still, there's something to be said for being up this high. There's a certain beauty to the city, I'll grant you that."

"The World Trade Center used to be over there," she said, pointing to their right. "It was weird coming up here and not seeing it, at least for a while." She pointed out some more landmarks, playing tour guide as they walked the length of the deck. It was too dark to take pictures, but Killian knew he wasn't going to forget this anytime soon. And they would be back, surely.

Before they headed back down, Emma paused. "Let's take a picture of us." She fiddled with her phone, trying to find a good angle, but her arm didn't seem to be long enough.

"Would you like me to do that?" one of the guards asked.

"If you don't mind," Emma said, relieved. She handed him her phone and wrapped her arms around Killian. He followed her, their temples pressed together.

"Smile!" Killian was already grinning so hard his cheeks hurt, but he heeded the warning. The flash went off a few seconds later, then again two more times. When they got Emma's phone back, he was pleased to see the pictures, how happy they were.

"Mom will want to add these to that album she's having made," Emma said, still smiling. "I'll send them to her later."

"She was quite the shutterbug at the wedding," Killian observed as they stepped down to the main floor.

"I think it was her way of coping since it was so small."

"Do you wish it had been different?"

"No, I think it was pretty perfect as it was. At least it wasn't a shotgun wedding or anything."

It took him a minute to figure out what that was. "I think your father would have killed me before we got to the Registrar's office," he joked.

"I wouldn't have let him. I need you intact and alive."

"But it was rather rushed, you must admit."

"Yeah, but I think we both know it was just a matter of time," she shot back with a wink.

"So confident, Swan. I like it." He kissed the corner of her mouth, wishing he could kiss her properly.

"We'll be home soon."

"Then I can have my wicked way with you."

"And what if I want to have my wicked way with you?"

Now that was intriguing. "Lead the way, Swan."

It turned out that neither of them would be having any fun that night. When they arrived at the penthouse, they had an unexpected guest.

"Mom, Dad? What's going on? Why are you still up?" Emma asked. Then she stopped in her tracks. "Mrs. Gold?"

"Hello, Emma," the tiny brunette said. She didn't look to be much older than Emma. Far younger than he expected the wife of that vile man to be. "You're Killian, yes?"

"Aye."

"I don't understand," Emma said. "Why are you here?" Killian could feel the tension in her; it radiated off her in waves. Surely there wasn't anything Gold could do to them now.

Mrs. Gold sighed. "I was waiting for you to return. I think I have something that can help."

"Help us what?"

"Punish my husband for what he did to you and your boy..." Mrs. Gold's eyes flickered down to the silver bands. "Husband. Sorry, I didn't know. Congratulations."

Emma's brow creased in consternation. "Um, thanks. Not to be rude but..."

"Why should we trust you?" Killian cut in, a bit more angry than he should have been. But right now, he didn't have any good experiences with anyone related to Gold.

"Emma, Killian, sit down," Mary Margaret said, trying to diffuse the tension. "Just hear her out."

"You already talked to her?" Emma shot back.

"She came to us," David said firmly. "All we're asking is that you listen. Please."

Emma looked at Killian; her eyes shared his skepticism. He knew Gold had to be taken down, but was this the way? Wasn't there some corporate espionage or something that could accomplish the same thing? And why would she betray her husband? Killian would never betray Emma, not for anything. There was a reason they didn't let spouses testify for defendants. Their relationship was too close, or should be.

Which led to the question of what Gold had done to her.

"Okay," Emma said finally. "We'll listen." They sat next to each other on the loveseat, hands clasped together. "What did he do to you?"

Mrs. Gold looked surprised. "What makes you think that?"

"You seem to be willing to betray him," Killian said matter of factly. "Forgive us if that seems a tad suspicious."

Mrs. Gold considered that, twisting a lock of her brown hair between her fingers. "Robert's been good to me," she said slowly. "And I do love him."

"But?" Emma prompted.

"Well, you know how he is. I've stayed out of his business dealings. I didn't want to know. But when I saw what happened at your benefit, my heart went out to you. You must believe that."

"But something changed," Emma argued. "It's one thing to sympathize. That I get. But it's been weeks now. We managed to get home without your 'help.'" She used her sarcastic quote fingers. "So why now?"

Mrs. Gold looked a bit ashamed. "I didn't know at first. I swear to you I didn't know it was Robert. I didn't find out until recently."

"How can you expect us to believe that?" Killian shot back. "You were there when the bloody authorities dragged me away."

"Killian..." Mary Margaret began.

"No, I want to know," Emma interjected.

Mrs. Gold looked down at the floor. "I've spent many years looking the other way," the woman said slowly. "I think deep down I've always known what he was. I believed in the man he could be. So yes, I saw. But I didn't want to believe that Robert..."

"And Neal," Emma cut in.

"Yes, and Neal. I didn't want to believe they were capable of willfully ruining an innocent man's life. Robert does so much charity..."

"To make himself look good," Emma said bitterly.

Mrs. Gold didn't bother denying it. "I overheard him and Neal," she said finally. "After we returned. Neal was thanking him for...doing what he did. I was shocked. And appalled."

"It must have been awful, Belle," Mary Margaret said, coming over to put a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

Belle's smile flickered and died. "It was like everything I thought I knew had gone up in smoke. I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what."

Killian looked at Emma. He saw Belle's distress; it didn't appear feigned. He couldn't imagine being duped that way. Emma nodded at him, squeezing his hand. "You're here now, Mrs. Gold," Emma said carefully. "Thank you."

"Belle, please."

"Belle."

Belle sniffed. "I...I know...things. Terrible things. Surely something would be helpful."

"But you couldn't testify," Emma pointed out. "You're his wife."

"Records," David said. "Papers. There has to be a trail. No one buys off that many public officials and doesn't leave a trail."

"I don't know," Belle said slowly. "Robert's paranoid."

"A virus," Killian said suddenly. "I have a mate back in Honolulu. Working on a computer virus that is untraceable and can copy files to download somewhere else. If you can upload it, then it should find anything there was to be found."

"Would you do that?" Emma asked Belle. "If we could get that information to the authorities, then they could start an investigation."

Belle looked even more distressed. He couldn't imagine. If she was a horrified as she claimed, how could she do anything else? But they were essentially asking her to spy on her husband. They would truly be heartless if they expected an answer immediately.

"Think about it, lass," Killian said quietly. "No one will think less of you if you don't."

Belle smiled gratefully. "I will. Thank you for listening." Her blue eyes glanced at the clock. "I must go before I'm missed. I'll call," she said to Mary Margaret. She took a steadying breath and stood. "We're going to see Finding Neverland tomorrow night. In case you were curious."

After she slipped out, Killian turned to Emma. "Why would she think we would want to know that?"

David smiled grimly. "Want to see Gold's face when he realizes you're back in the country?"

Killian thought about that. It did fill him with a vicarious thrill, knowing they'd thwarted the man who'd tried to tear them apart. "What do you think, love? Should we put our travel plans on hold and go see a show?"

"Can you spare the time?" she asked. "I know you need to get back."

"I can send Teach an email. Reschedule our meeting. Shouldn't be a problem."

She grinned. "Then I think we're going to a show."

"Have you seen my socks, love?" Killian hollered.

Emma put down her brush. "Have you checked in the suitcase?"

"Aye, no luck."

She frowned. "Maybe my dad has some you could borrow?"

He poked his head into the bathroom. "I'm not wearing your father's socks, Swan."

"Why not?"

"I can acquire my own socks, thank you very much."

Emma stood up, looking thoughtful. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Just trying to dress for a nice evening with my wife."

She cocked her head at him. He might be able to read her, but she could read him too. "Talk to me, Killian."

"You married an unemployed grad student," he said softly.

"Not forever. You've got a job as soon as you graduate, remember? Until then, we're okay." And they'd be okay in any case.

He stroked her cheek. "You know I don't care about the money, right?"

"Yeah, I know that. But we are married now. What's mine is yours and all that. I trust you."

Killian smiled. "You are amazing, my love."

"So are you." She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. "After tonight, we're gonna go home and start living our life. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty excited about that."

"I am too. Forgive my momentary doubt."

Emma pulled him into a hug. "I know all this is hard to get used to. I've lived it and I'm still sometimes uncomfortable. But we'll forge our own way. Together."

"Aye, together." He kissed her again, deepening it slightly, leaving them both a little breathless. "We should hurry."

"Yeah." Reluctantly, she let him go and went back to her own dressing. She finished doing her hair then slipped on her favorite dress. The one good thing about being back in New York was having access to all of her things. She didn't need to go shopping for a new dress every time they went out. She'd already tagged the things she wanted shipped to Oahu first, mostly summer things and dresses.

There was another box of things she was going to transport personally, but if they were lucky, Killian would get a glimpse of that before they left. She was looking forward to it very much.

"Bloody hell, lass," Killian breathed when she stepped out of the bathroom.

"You like it?" She spun around so he could get the full effect. The dress was dark green with an asymmetrical neckline, hugging her curves until it fell to her ankles. Including a slit that climbed almost all the way to her hip.

"Beautiful," he assured her. "As always."

"Hmm, you look good too." It was his wedding suit, but he wore it very well. Enhanced in her opinion, by the lack of tie. They'd never replaced the one he'd lost in London.

"Shall we?"

She took his arm and headed for the elevator. Since the point of all this was for Gold to find out they were back, they didn't bother to duck the paparazzi. The constant flash bulbs and shouted pleas for a smile or a nod were normal for her, but not Killian. He followed her lead, studiously ignoring them until they got into the limo.

"You okay?" she asked as soon as the door closed.

"Vultures, aren't they?"

"Something like that. Those pictures should be on the front page by tomorrow."

"Truly?"

She merely smiled. "You'll see."

It wasn't a long drive to the theater; Killian helped her out when they arrived. She hadn't been to a show in a while; she'd forgotten how much chaos there could be. They weaved their way to the box office for their tickets. The show was sold out, but she'd called in a favor, getting them a pair of seats toward the front usually reserved for the owner.

She kept looking around, wondering if Gold and Belle had arrived yet. She didn't know if Neal was supposed to be there, but she secretly hoped so. She wanted to see his face. She wanted to throw her happiness back in his face after he tried so hard to destroy it. Petty perhaps, but she felt entitled all things considered.

"Swan?"

"Yeah?"

"Should we get to our seats?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

"Looking for anyone?" he asked, a knowing grin on his face.

"That obvious?"

"Just a little, love."

She laughed and it felt good. Sensing her mood and get her out of her own head was one of the things she loved best about him. "Let's enjoy the show."

It was a good show. As soon as the lights went down, she snuggled into Killian, mildly frustrated by the immovable arm between them. He whispered a running commentary in her ear on the acting and the plot; since it was about J.M Barrie and Peter Pan, he was uniquely qualified to comment. Plus she just liked the sound of his voice.

At the intermission, she headed for the ladies room.

"Emma!" a voice called. "Emma Nolan!"

She turned around and was greeted by Alexandra Herman, the Mayor's daughter. The blond looked pretty in a purple backless dress, her curls bouncing around her shoulders. Emma wasn't overly fond of her (she was an avid gossip) but since her parents had come to Emma's benefit she figured it didn't hurt to be nice.

"Alex! It's so good to see you!" Emma replied with a smile. "And it's Emma Jones now."

"Jones?" Alex looked confused, then Emma held up her ring. "Oh my god! You got married?! Who? When?"

"A few days ago actually. Just a small wedding in London."

"That's so exciting! You must tell me everything."

It was Emma's turn for the restroom. "I will. One second." She used the facilities and washed her hands. If she told Alex about her marriage it was sure to be the talk of New York society by end of the week, but since they wouldn't be there, she didn't care. It served her very well for those people she hated to be envious of her.

After she finished in the rest room, she lingered outside for Alex. "So what happened?" Alex asked. "Last I heard you weren't out there on the dating circuit."

"I wasn't," Emma replied thoughtfully. "But things can change."

"Swan?"

Emma smiled at the sound of his voice. "Hey, you." She held her hand out and Killian took it. "We were just talking about you."

"Were you now?"

"Yeah." She turned to Alex. "Alex, I'd like you to meet my husband, Killian Jones. Killian, this is my friend Alex Herman, the Mayor's daughter."

"Ah, yes. I met your parents. Delightful," Killian said smoothly, holding his hand out to Alex. Emma thought for a second the poor girl would swoon; her lashes fluttered and her breathing got a bit shallow. Had Emma been like that meeting Killian for the first time?

Alex recovered and shook Killian's hand. "Where has Emma been hiding you all this time?"

Was she flirting? It was a struggle for Emma to maintain her smiling face. "We met on Emma's recent trip to Hawaii," Killian said, winking at Emma. "Bit of a fairy tale, wouldn't you say, love?"

Emma raised a brow but nodded in agreement. "Yep, a fairy tale."

"You don't sound American," Alex said.

"Killian's originally from England. He's just finishing a master's degree at the University of Hawaii."

"That sounds intriguing," Alex replied, feigning interest. "What are you studying?"

"Marine biology," Killian said proudly. "I've long been fascinated by the sea."

"Has his own boat and everything," Emma said. "We're headed there tomorrow actually."

"You're not staying in New York?"

"No, I just started a non profit out there. Should keep us busy." Emma could seen Alex cataloging all of these facts in her head, ready to regurgitate them at a moment's notice.

The lights signaling the end of intermission started to flash. "Well, I can't believe you beat me to the altar, Emma. But you seem really happy."

She smiled, glancing at Killian. "I am. Really happy." They said goodbyes and headed back to their seats. They got there just in time.

"Well, that was illuminating," he purred in her ear as the curtain came up.

"Wasn't it?" Emma grinned at him mischievously. "Did it entice you to stay in the city?"

"Definitely not. I have all I want right here." He kissed the apple of her cheek and curled his fingers through hers. Warmth flooded her; she could feel his pulse under her fingertips. The steady beat made her smile because it was hers.

When the show ended, they applauded enthusiastically along with everyone else. She had really enjoyed it; it even made her tear up a bit. She didn't feel like she needed to hide her emotions, not anymore. Killian had seen her raw and exposed, happy and sated and everything in between. With him she was utterly safe.

As they followed the rest of the crowd out of the theater, she thought about what she was leaving behind. She loved New York. The thrum of millions of people all around her. Her family and friends, well her true friends. She wouldn't miss people like Alex who only thought about themselves. She was sure when word of her marriage broke there would be lots of false congratulations and even more snickering behind her back.

Let them. She was in love and happy and had an entire life to look forward to.

"Emma?"

A ripple of distaste shuddered down her spine. They were approaching the lobby. She was tempted to just keep walking but her desire of a little bit of payback had her glancing at Killian and turning around.

"Neal." He looked slovenly in an ill fitting suit, his girlfriend Mulan on his arm.

Neal's eyes went huge. "You." He pointed at Killian. "How the fuck are you here?" His outburst caused some people to point and stare.

"The same way as you, I expect," Killian said.

"No, no. You got deported. My father..."

"Your father is an asshole," Emma shot back. "Everyone knows it but is too scared to do anything about it. Turns out your father isn't as powerful as you like to think." She held up her hand with the silver band on it. "If you ever come after me and mine again, you will regret it. Got it?"

Neal stuttered and stared, but ultimately said nothing. Of course. She heard Belle calling through the crowd, but ignored it. If she saw Gold now, she might be tempted to punch him in the face. She nodded to Killian, who managed to look both smug and proud, and they moved toward the exit. It was probably wrong of her, but she definitely got some satisfaction from telling the moron off. His petty jealousy and sense of entitlement had tried to ruin her life.

The hell with him.

As soon as they got into the car, Killian captured her lips in a kiss. "You are bloody magnificent when you're riled, love."

Emma grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket, holding him close. "No one messes with people I love," she growled.

He kissed her again, hard. "Did you see his face? Arrogant bastard."

"I don't want to think about him. Ever again. It's just us, okay? Just us."

Killian nodded, pulling her close. This limo was smaller than the others they had found themselves in , so they actually had to restrain themselves. The desire that always seemed to hum just below the surface had to simply simmer. Emma slipped her hand under Killian's jacket, tugging on the tail of his shirt. She managed to expose a tiny patch of skin, running her fingers over it in small rhythmic circles.

"Bloody minx," Killian hisses in her ear.

"You love it," she whispered back. She guided his hand between her legs, exposed by the slit in her dress. Goosebumps rose where he touched her, the smoothness of her skin contrasted by the roughness of his palm.

"I do," he replied, kissing her temple. "So bloody much."

Emma willed the driver to go faster, wanting to banish the memory of their unpleasant—but cathartic—encounter with Neal. From now on it was Emma and Killian, living their life together, exactly as they chose.

She was kissing him as soon as they got to the elevator that led to the penthouse, unwilling to wait any longer. Her fingers wove through his hair, dragging his mouth to hers. Her heels put them on a level; he didn't need to stoop to kiss her senseless. He pulled her flush against him, trapping her between the hard planes of his body and the wall of the elevator. The security camera probably got an eyeful, but that only sent another jolt of desire down her spine.

"You might have to sleep on the plane, lass," Killian muttered, lips smoothing along her jaw.

"I thought you wanted to fuck me on the plane?" she asked, angling her head to give him better access.

"Oh I will. Then you can sleep."

"No sleeping tonight?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

The chime went off and the doors opened. They tumbled out of the elevator and into the hallway. Emma snatched his hand and led him toward her room. Since it was on the other side of the penthouse from her parents, they could do anything they wanted. And Emma would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to having him in her bed.

Her bedroom door slammed closed and Killian spun her into his arms, her hair flying. He devoured her mouth, sucking and biting until her lips were swollen. She'd almost forgotten how possessive he could be, almost as if he was trying to brand himself on her skin.

Didn't he know he'd already ruined her?

Emma pushed off his suit jacket, fingers fisting the cotton of his shirt. She moaned when she felt his teeth graze the cords of her neck, keening even louder when he bit down gently. "Oh god."

Killian hitched her leg around his hip; she could feel his arousal, hard and heavy between her legs. "I'm going to mark you, Swan," he growled into her skin. "Mark you as mine."

If she'd had any higher brain functions, she would have pointed out that their rings already did that, but all she could think about the way his mouth felt on her skin, the scratch of his scruff. Her clit already ached, her black lace panties were soaked. She'd have let him fuck her right there if he wanted.

Instead, she nodded furiously, offering her neck to him. His large hands roamed her body, settling under her ass, kneading and squeezing as he licked and sucked and nibbled on her skin. She tried to grind her hips into his, desperate for some friction, anything to ease the deep ache, but the angle was all wrong and it only frustrated her more. She whined and mewled, but Killian didn't quit until he was satisfied with what was sure to be a large purple hickey in the morning.

"Bed," Emma panted harshly. "Now."

They weren't that far from it; it still took them far too long to get there. Killian kissed her thoroughly, backing them toward the bed. The first night they had been jetlagged, the second night they'd been up late talking about Belle and Gold. They had no such distractions tonight and Emma was determined to take full advantage.

She shoved him onto the bed, surprising the hell out of him. "Swan?"

"My bed, my rules," she purred, sliding her hands up his thighs.

Killian swallowed, his eyes darkening even more until they were nearly black. "Which rules would these be, love?"

"You'll see." She nudged his legs apart and stood between them. "Now unzip me." He obeyed quickly, reaching around with both hands to unzip her dress. One hand brushed bare skin as soon as it was exposed, sending tingles down her spine. She truly was addicted to his touch. As soon as he reached the end, Emma stepped back, even though her body cried out for him. They had all night, she reminded herself.

She reached up and slowly pulled the dress off, slipping her arms from its confines. As the fabric slid over her skin, it exposed her strapless bra with its matching black lace. Killian inhaled sharply, but to his credit, didn't move. The smooth fabric glided over her hips and down her legs, pooling at her feet. She left her heels on, knowing how much he liked that. She kicked away the dress and stood—just out of reach—for his perusal.

His dark lust filled gaze washed over her, up and down, lingering on her straining breasts before flicking back up to her eyes.

"Would you like to touch?" she asked.

"Aye."

Emma shivered. "Not yet. Soon." She ignored his pout—tempted to kiss it off his face—and instead bent down. He got an excellent view of her ass as she dug under the bed for her box of goodies. She had a decent sized collection; in her single state it had been necessary. Neal had never wanted to experiment or anything, so she was a bit nervous about this, but Killian was different. Sure, they had a lot of sex, but they mixed things up; both of them willing to try new things. It just made everything more exciting and intense. It was a side of herself that had been there all along; it just took the right person to bring it out.

"Swan?"

"You trust me?"

"Of course."

Emma laid the box aside and bent down to kiss him. She kept it slow, sweet, warming them both from the inside out. "I love you," she breathed when she pulled back a bit.

"And I you, Emma."

She stepped back between his legs, bringing his hands to her hips. She bit back a moan as he instantly started to rub circles into her bare skin. "Damn," she muttered.

"Love?"

"What is it about you touching me?" she demanded, skin warm and tingling.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She dragged one hand between her thighs. "Does it feel like I want you to stop?"

Killian chuckled. "Then I shan't."

"Enjoy it while you can," she said cryptically.

He raised a curious brow at her, but she ignored him. Instead, she went to work on his shirt, pulling on the buttons. As she bent lower, Killian's mouth skimmed her clavicle, tongue darting out to lick her skin. Her clit was throbbing now; almost unconsciously, Emma started grinding her hips into his hand which still rested between her legs.

"Fuck, I love the way you move," Killian whispered into her skin. He pressed harder, finding her clit, making her moan in pleasure.

"Shit," she cursed, bracing her hands on his shoulders. She was trying to undress him and he was too busy winding her up like a toy.

"Hmm, I love that too," he said, kissing her shoulder. "So responsive, so eager for me." One hand slid up her back, deftly unhooking her bra. It fell into his lap. This was rapidly getting away from her, her need for him too strong. Perhaps she could just let him get her off, then have her way with him. As punishment.

Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

Emma arched her back, fingers diving into his hair, dragging his talented mouth to her nipples. "You know what to do," she hissed. Her thighs clamped around his hand as he sucked on an aching peak, a loud groan tumbling from her lips. "Fuck."

"You need this," he said, voice low and throaty, accent thicker. "You need me doing this to you. Making you hot. Making you want."

"Yes," she bit out. She moved to straddle his thigh, giving him the space he needed to touch her. His fingers rubbed her through the lacy material, driving her crazy. It was so good, but not enough at the same time. He switched his attentions, sucking and biting at her other nipple and Emma keened. She hips moved faster, grinding into his hand. Killian yanked her panties aside, fingers slipping through her folds, the heel of his hand brushing her clit.

"That's it, lass. Just let go for me."

Her orgasm caught her by surprise, stealing her breath as her body bowed and tightened. Her cries filled the air, nails digging into his shoulders. Killian brought her down slowly, still touching her wet flesh, pressing kisses into her skin. Emma pulled him close, resting his head on her chest; she was certain he could hear the frantic beat of her heart, all because of him, the things he made her feel.

After her breathing returned to some semblance of normal, she bent down to kiss him, lips lingering on his. "Not exactly what I had in mind, you know," she muttered.

"Seems I am helpless against your charms, love," he replied, a smug grin on his face. "But you are bloody gorgeous when you come."

"You think this is funny?"

"Certainly not. I take pleasing you quite seriously, Swan."

"And what if you displeased me?"

His eyes lit up as he understood her meaning. He kissed the swell of her breast. "Then you could do whatever you liked with me," he said, voice dripping with want.

A shiver rolled down her spine, thrilled that he was there with her. She nodded, cupping his face in her hands. The scruff was rough against her palms as she angled his lips up to hers. She kissed him, drawing his lower lip between her teeth. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, lips following down his neck. She finally got his shirt off, tossing it aside. She wanted to lick him all over, but she needed to get him naked first.

Unceremoniously, she knelt between his legs and removed his shoes and socks. He watched her with barely restrained lust, his fists clenching over and over. She smirked up at him and started to nuzzle his crotch, making him groan and curse. She left a parting kiss to his stomach before reaching for his belt, yanking it open. She made quick work of his fly; Killian sighed as a bit of the pressure eased. Emma hardly opened her mouth to speak and Killian was already lifting his hips, giving her the space to pull his trousers and boxers off.

His thick weeping cock rested against his stomach and Christ, he looked good enough to eat.

It took her a minute to regain her composure. "Sit back against the headboard," she ordered quietly.

"Swan?"

"Do I have to ask you again?" she said, her voice louder, sharper.

Killian's jaw clenched and he licked his lips. He stared at her defiantly for a moment longer, then he moved, tossing her pillows aside until he was nestled against the headboard. Emma rose and climbed into the bed after him, dragging her box of goodies with her. Once she was in front of him, she lifted the lid and pulled out a long silk scarf. Her eyes locked with Killian's as she rubbed her hands over the cloth. Emma skimmed the silk over her body, teasing her sensitive nipples, more wetness pooling between her thighs. Killian swallowed and stared at her, mesmerized by her.

"I'm going to tie you up with this," Emma said. "You won't be able to touch me."

He swallowed again and nodded curtly. Emma grinned. She closed the gap between them, winding the silk through her fingers. Then she eased his arms behind him, through the rungs of her headboard. She bound one wrist and then the other, using one of the knots she'd learned on the Jolly to secure him.

"Too tight?" she asked.

Killian yanked on his wrists experimentally. "It's fine," he assured her.

Emma kissed his cheek. "Good boy." She moved so she was straddling him, wanting to worship his body the way he did hers. His clavicles strained under the restraints; Emma pressed her mouth to them, licking and sucking. His chest hair teased her nipples; she moaned. He tasted faintly salty; the scent of the sea clinging to his skin. She touched him everywhere but where he needed her most, hands and mouth relearning every small place that made him writhe and moan. Soon he was panting, pulling on the scarf, hips rocking up for desperately needed friction.

"Fuck. Emma."

Emma pulled her lips away from his quivering thighs. "No, you don't get to fuck Emma yet," she growled. "You have to earn it."

He glared at her, but with his wrists tied, he could do nothing but obey her. (Truly, if he wanted to get free, he could. It was a testament to his much he wanted this too that he didn't. That he let her toy with him.)

Emma sat up on her knees and started pulling at her panties. She got them off with less grace than she would have liked, but at least she didn't fall. She was going to make him watch, watch her please herself over and over before she took him inside her. And even then she was calling the shots. Emma dug in her box and withdrew a long thin blue vibrator. She turned it onto its lowest setting and brought it to her nipples, circling and teasing.

"Oh." Sensitive skin puckered and tightened painfully as she touched herself, knowing Killian was watching her. "Oh yes."

"Bloody hell, Swan."

Her eyes snapped back to his. "Do you like watching?"

He nodded. "And you like to be watched," he shot back.

It was true, but she didn't have him there to talk back to her. Emma turned the vibrator up and brought it to his skin; Killian flinched and groaned. "Maybe I should use it on you instead." She ran it along the inside of his thighs; Killian hissed. She turned it off and reached back for her box. She exchanged the vibrator for her bullet; it was better for what she wanted. Emma switched it on and palmed it. The vibrations teased her skin, but this wasn't for her. Killian's eyes shot wide when he realized what she was going to do to him.

"Swan!" he yelled as she brought the little bullet to his engorged flesh. She wrapped her hand loosely around him, stroking the length of him with the tiny vibe. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he tried not to struggle too much, but his eyes were rolled back in his head and a litany of mewls and curses tumbled from his lips.

Emma was dripping, watching the intense pleasure play over his face. She loved that she could do this for him; making him lose control was one of her favorite things.

"Swan, Emma, fuck, you have to..." Killian pleaded. "Before I...Christ." His jaw was set, shoulders straining, body quivering...Emma pulled the bullet away abruptly, leaving him panting like he'd just run a marathon. His cock was red and swollen; she'd released him just in time. She left a parting kiss to the head, then leaned up to kiss his lips.

"Do you know how hot that was?" she whispered in his ear. "I'm fucking dripping, Killian."

Killian leaned back against the headboard, groaning. "Shit."

Emma kissed him again, wishing he could touch her in return. Her skin practically itched for his hands, his mouth. Maybe next time. She let him rest for a moment, going back to her box. The ache between her legs was killing her, sharp and throbbing. She wanted him inside her desperately, but it was too soon. If she took him now, it would be over far too quickly.

So she got the next best thing.

The dildo was pink, realistically shaped. She'd gotten it on a whim at a time when she missed sex more than she'd ever admit out loud. She hadn't even thought about it since meeting Killian. He was more than enough and far better than any silicone replacement.

"Swan?"

"Hmmm?" Emma sat on the bed, dragging the tip of the dildo through her soaked slit.

"Are you gonna fuck yourself with that?" Killian asked bluntly, eyes glued to her parted thighs.

"Do you want me to?"

"Fuck yes."

Emma swallowed, turned on by his eagerness. Smiling, she inched a bit closer to him, hitching her legs over his, spreading herself wide so he could see. She laid back and drew the dildo between her legs, coating it in her wetness. She sighed in pleasure as she pushed the tip inside, the stretch she had been craving. Not as much as she was used to now, but enough.

"Fucking hell," Killian muttered. She felt him shift on the bed, but he didn't try to loosen the scarf that held him.

Emma focused on herself, on the slide of the silicone against her walls. The dildo wasn't quite as big as Killian so it didn't hit her the same way; it took her a few moments to find a rhythm. Once she did, she was moaning, hips rising off the bed as she fucked herself with the toy.

"I want to see you come," Killian begged, shifting under her again. "Please, Swan."

Emma bit her lip and moved her wrist faster, the pressure coiling deep within her. She reached down and started rubbing her clit quickly, unintelligible words filling the room. Her blood boiled, body coated in sweat, her release crashing into her, hips bucking off the bed as she cried out.

"Oh..." she panted. "Oh my god." She eased the toy out and tossed it aside, her body limp, breathing harsh. Her head lolled as the endorphins flooded her body, making her feeling tingly and hot.

"My beautiful Swan," Killian murmured. She heard rustling and a deep sigh, but she didn't want to move. But as soon as she felt his warm hands on her skin, she realized he'd gotten free. She tried to care—she was supposed to be in control—but the way her body reacted to his touch silenced her weak protest.

"I wonder what else you have in this little box of yours," he purred, kissing her knee. Emma wrenched her eyes open and saw him reaching for it; she flushed a bit as he opened it. "Interesting."

"What?"

"I'm surprised you didn't use the cuffs."

"Maybe...I was testing you."

"I assure you, love, I am quite willing to be tested whenever you wish." Emma flushed a deeper red and scrambled to sit up. She was still a little breathless, but she managed. Her eyes widened at the next thing he pulled out of the box. "Is this what I think it is?"

The silver plug dangled between his fingers. "Um, yeah."

"Don't be embarrassed, Emma." He kissed her temple. "Don't ever be embarrassed with me."

And that was one of the reasons why she loved him so much. He adored her exactly as she was. "I've never used it," she admitted.

"Really?"

She shook her head. "Would you...?"

A groan rumbled in his chest. "If you think any sane man would say 'no' then we need to disabuse you of that notion, Swan." He closed the box and tossed it, then laid the plug aside. He laid her out on the bed, kissing her deeply before slowly easing his way down her body, mouth and hands giving her the attention she'd secretly been craving. She felt alive when he touched her, alive, cherished, desired and loved.

If his touch was a drug, then she was addicted. Completely and utterly.

When he got to the apex of her thighs, Killian gently eased them apart. He plucked the plug from the comforter and slid it through her folds. The metal was cold and Emma flinched, but it wasn't take long before it warmed, coated in her arousal. Emma propped herself up on her elbows as he teased her; his cock hot and heavy against her leg. Her mouth watered, anticipating what would happen next.

"Roll over, love."

Emma did, getting on all fours. It was his mouth she felt first, tongue licking at her hole. Emma moaned loudly, fingers gripping the sheet. He massaged her ass cheeks, getting her to relax. It was easier and easier every time. In fact, she welcomed it; the sensation doing very naughty things to her. She held her breath as Killian finally eased the plug in, slowly, rubbing circles into her lower back. It was definitely different, but nothing she couldn't handle.

"Can I have you now?"

Emma looked over her shoulder; Killian was eying her darkly, one hand stroking his straining cock. Another shiver—of the decidedly good kind—raced down her spine. "Please."

Killian parted her folds and rubbed his cock over her slit; his groan going directly to her clit. She pushed her hips back impatiently, just needing him in her already. Emma arched her back as he entered her, the dual stretch nothing like she expected. But fuck, it felt so good.

"Oh fuck," she hissed.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No! It's good. Fuck, it's so good."

Killian thrust deeper inside her, his hips already a bit erratic. "So fucking tight like this. Shit."

"I need you," Emma cried, wiggling her hips. They both moaned, the movement sending jolts of desire through her. "I won't break."

"Bloody hell," Killian exhaled heavily. He was trying to be careful, to not hurt with the unfamiliar toy, but she just needed him to fuck her. So she squeezed her inner muscles around him to make her point. "Fuck!"

"Do it!"

Killian made a sound that was perilously close to a snarl, but then he was moving, the thick slide of his cock what she had been so eager for. His hands gripped her hips, hard enough to bruise as he took her with sharp precise thrusts. She felt so many things at once, she couldn't focus. It was like she was drowning in pleasure, her whole body shuddered, warmth spreading through her.

They came together; Killian's hoarse scream drowning out her whimpers. She was too breathless to scream. But she felt it. She felt that last orgasm deep in her bones and would for a long time. Her arms gave out and she fell into the mattress; Killian caught her around the middle. Gently, he laid her down, removing the plug. Emma winced just a little; Killian whispered apologies into her skin.

After cleaning everything up, Killian tried to spoon up behind her, but Emma rolled to face him. "Hey."

"Hey."

"That was...kinda intense, right?"

Killian chuckled softly. "A bit. Been dreaming about tying me up for a long time, love?"

She shrugged. "Maybe." She curled her fingers with his. "Thanks."

"For what?"

She looked down at the ring on her finger, how much her life had changed since she met the man beside her. "Everything, I guess. It's been a hell of a ride so far."

"I'd do it all again, Emma. I wouldn't change a single moment."

"Not even that separated for weeks part?"

He sighed and pulled her into his chest; contentment and safety washed over her. "Perhaps that. Nearly went mad waiting for you. Wondering if I'd ever see you again."

"We're here now," Emma said, more to herself than him. "I'm not letting anyone take you away again."

He kissed the crown of her head. "Ready to go home?"

She smiled. "Hmm, home sounds nice. How's the weather?"

"Gorgeous and sunny."

Emma rolled her eyes. "You have no idea what it's doing in Honolulu right now," she accused.

"Perhaps. But the odds are in my favor."

"How do you figure?"

"Because I'm married to the most amazing woman I've ever met?"

"That woman can kick you out of her bed, you know."

"You won't."

"Why not?"

"You like me to keep you warm."

Damn him for knowing her so well. She tangled her legs with his. "Well, you are kind of a furnace."

"Is that an insult?"

"Nope. I like it. It'll come in handy when we come back here to visit at Christmas."

Killian tilted her chin up to look at him. "Christmas?"

"Didn't I tell you? Mom asked me before the ball. If we would come back here for Christmas."

"Christmas with your family?"

"They're yours now too, babe."

She swore his blue eyes got a little wet. But he smiled. "Aye. Christmas in New York. We can come right after graduation. Stay a while."

"Go skating at Rockefeller Center, see the Christmas tree. I should warn you now; Mom loves Christmas. Every inch of this place will be covered in decorations."

Killian twirled the ends of her hair. "Love, I haven't had a real Christmas in...a long time. I think your mother could hose me down with tinsel and I'd love it."

"Don't give her ideas, okay? I'd like my husband to be tinsel free for as long as possible."

"Husband. Still getting used to that."

"Any second thoughts?"

He looked scandalized. "Never. I just figured we'd have time to ease into it. Live together, get our careers started. I don't want to imagine my life without you, Swan."

"So we did things a little out of order. Who cares?"

"Not I. So long as I get to keep you."

She leaned up and brushed his lips with hers. "Not going anywhere. Except home. With you."

The next day was with filled with suitcases and security and traveling. They decided to make the trip in two legs, stopping first in Los Angeles before continuing on to Honolulu. Th Nolans' private jet was smaller than Killian expected, but comfortable. Despite his promise the night before, he let Emma sleep most of the trip; they spent most of the previous night wrapped up in each other and talking about all the things they wanted to do when they got home.

He shouldn't have been surprised that she woke him somewhere over the Rockies and pulled him into the cramped bathroom for their initiation into the Mile High Club. Bloody insatiable minx.

The lone flight attendant discreetly looked away when they exited, giddy smiles on their faces. Killian hoped it would always be like this, with them just happy to be together.

The jet didn't have clearance for the transocean flight so they had to switch planes at LAX. Emma told him the story of her first trip, how she'd scoured the internet for a suitable place to stay on the island. God, it felt like a lifetime ago that he was helping her with her bags. And now they were here, traveling back home, ready to start a real life together.

Strangely it was almost the exact same time in Honolulu when they landed as it had been in New York when they left. Robin offered to pick them up at the airport, but Killian knew they would be in no shape for the drive back to the North Shore. Not after hours and hours on planes. Plus they had their new condo to look at, which Killian was excited about. Instead, he let Robin know they'd be there the next day.

"So shall we sleep or check out this new place your parents gifted us?" Killian asked, taking Emma's hand.

Emma looked up at the clock and groaned. "I guess we could look at the condo first."

"We don't have to. Could just get a room and sleep off the jetlag, love."

"No, I want to see it. I know we have the pictures, but..."

"You want to see if it's for us. I understand." If it was the place they were going to begin their newlywed life, he wanted it to be what she wanted. He could live anywhere as long as it was with her.

Killian gathered their luggage and guided them to the rental car counter. Thankfully, there was no line; in minutes, they loaded the small sedan and started for the address Mary Margaret had given them. The building had a lot of security, cameras, key cards. They had to park in the visitors' lot since they didn't officially have keys or anything yet.

The property manager greeted them cordially; the redheaded woman gave them each a firm handshake. "I have everything ready, Mr. and Mrs. Jones," she said, smiling. She was about ten years older than them, married as well judging by the diamond on her finger. "We just need your signatures on a few forms, then you can have your keys."

The manager's office was cramped; Killian's knee rubbed Emma's as the chairs were so close together. Emma perused every form they were given, asking questions, things Killian would have never thought of. He wasn't used to living somewhere with this much security. Or amenities. It was definitely a step up from his dingy apartment on the North Shore. Would they live there until the condo was furnished? Or could they stay in a hotel until the work was done?

The fact that he could ask that question without wondering how in the hell he could pay for such things was mind boggling in and of itself. His entire worldview had been rocked.

"Killian?"

"Aye, love?"

"You with me?"

He gave his head a little shake, smiling at her. He would keep his musings to himself. "Fine, sweetheart. Are we ready?"

"Mrs. Nolan was right," the property manager said, smiling too. "You are a adorable couple."

Emma blushed. "May we go upstairs and look around?"

"Of course. It's all yours. When you're ready for the rest of the furniture and décor, just call my office to let security know about all the deliveries and such." She handed them the keys to the condo itself and key cards for the building. "Enjoy your stay."

As they headed for the elevator, Killian frowned. "Did she say 'rest of the furniture'?"

"Yeah. That's weird." Emma bumped his hip with hers. "You don't have a stash of furniture I don't know about, do you?"

"Definitely not." All he had were the cobbled together furnishings in his apartment and his Jeep. And the Jolly, of course. He'd have to look into finding a place for her here in the city now.

The elevator took them up the fifteen floors to their place. Each floor was essentially its own unit, so they wouldn't have any neighbors to disturb. At least not directly. The elevator opened into a plush, but nondescript hallway; the door was about ten feet away.

"I wonder if they'd let us decorate out here," Emma mused.

"Do we want to decorate out here?"

"You don't?"

"Swan, I can honestly say I've never been in this situation, so I'm not sure."

"Oh. Right." She took his hand, threading their fingers. "We'll figure it out together, okay? I don't want to decide everything."

"Really? You seem to enjoy being in charge," he replied with a smirk. She'd nearly driven him mad with lust and want when she'd tied him up the night before.

Emma rolled her eyes. "We're a team, Killian. This is where we're going to live. I want us both to be comfortable here, ya know?"

He squeezed her fingers. "I know. Come on, let's see it then." Emma opened the door and they stepped inside.

Good lord, it was enormous. Since they had the entire floor to themselves, it seemed almost cavernous, almost too large for only two people. The walls were still plain white, primed for paint or wallpaper. One wall was almost solid glass, giving them a fantastic view of the ocean.

"Is that the marina?" Emma asked pointing toward the window.

"Aye, I believe it is."

"You can put the Jolly there."

"I didn't think we would be this close."

"I didn't either. I bet my mom did though." She tugged on his hand. "Let's see the rest." The kitchen was gleaming with silver and granite; he could just picture them cooking together, teasing and laughing. There was a half bath on the way to the bedrooms, of which there were four.

"Optimistic, your mum," Killian said, chuckling. "Think we'll fill all those bedrooms?"

Emma laughed. "Honestly? I have no idea. I was thinking of turning one of them into an office."

"Really? Planning on working hard, love?"

She shrugged. "Who said it was for me?"

"Me?" Killian said, surprised.

"Well, you have your thesis to finish. Who knows what after that."

Killian wrapped his arms around her. "I appreciate the thought, Emma. Perhaps we could share?"

"Would we get any work done?" she asked with a sly grin.

"Sometimes." He kissed her, missing the feel of her lips on his.

"Hmm, a double office it is then. Ready to see our room?"

"Aye."

When they got there they finally understood the property manager's comment about furniture. A king size bed sat in the room, plain white sheets covering it, complete with pillows. It was the only furniture in the room, the dark wood standing out against the white.

"Wow," Emma breathed.

"Did you know about this, Swan?"

"Nope. Must have been Mom though."

"Shall we try it out?"

"Again?"

"Who said anything about sex? Someone's dirty minded."

Emma smacked his arm. "Yeah, I'm the only one here who's dirty minded," she deadpanned.

Killian leered at her, even though he was exhausted. "Knowing's half the battle, they say."

"Why did I marry you again?"

"Because you love me and were lost without me?"

"I hate when you're right."

"No, you don't."

"Yeah, I do." She glanced from the bed to his face. Then she tapped his arm. "Tag, you're it." She took off running, leaving him standing there nonplussed. Was she playing a child's game with him? She was halfway down the hall before he started chasing after her. Emma shrieked merrily as she ran, looking over her shoulder at him. He growled, reaching out, missing her by inches. Past the bedrooms, through the kitchen, back into the main living room, their feet pounded the floor. Emma wriggled away each time he caught her, which just made him more determined.

Finally, he snagged her as she ran around their bed, fingers clamped firmly around her wrist. He hefted her up onto his shoulder, Emma laughing and shrieking. He deposited her on the bed, crawling over her to ensure she couldn't get away this time.

"Pleased with yourself, Swan?" he panted, arms braced on either side of her head.

"You chased me, didn't you?"

"Love, I've been chasing you since we met."

Her eyes softened. "I know." She lifted her head and kissed him sweetly. "You caught me a long time ago."

He rolled off her, and pulled her into his side. She came willingly, head on his chest. "We're gonna be happy, Emma." There was still so much to do, but that thought made all those things seem insignificant. Compared to what they'd already been through, moving and choosing furniture would be easy. They could build a life together, a happy one. He could feel it.

"Are we home?"

"We're together, of course we're home." He kissed the crown of her head. "But aye. I think we're home. With a little work, this will be a nice place to live."

"I'm gonna try and find an office nearby. There's still so much to do. We have to get you a phone. We have to pack up our old place. Shopping, getting my things from New York..."

Killian put a finger to her lips. "We will do all of that. I promise. Tomorrow. Right now I'd like to sleep with my wife in this brand new bed."

"Sleep?"

"Did you have something else in mind?"

Emma yawned, all the traveling finally getting to her. "Nah. I was just checking."

He laughed. "We'll christen this place soon enough, darling. Sleep now."

Emma nodded against his chest. It tickled. "Love you."

"I love you too, Emma." It didn't take long for her breathing to even out. His lips skimmed her brow, careful not to disturb her. Not everything would be easy, but as long as she was by his side they could handle it. He was still imagining all the good times they would have as he, too, fell asleep.