Author's note: We have reached the end. I'm sad to see this story end, but I could definitely see myself revisiting this universe with the occasional one shot. You know, just to catch up with them. :D I hope you all have enjoyed this as much as I have writing it!
Disclaimer: I wish.
Epilogue
Emma was on hold.
She'd spent a lot of time on hold for the last two weeks, planning Killian's party. He was graduating on Saturday; she wanted it to be special. He'd worked so hard, long hours in their home office perfecting his thesis. They'd celebrated privately after his successful defense a couple of weeks ago; Emma still shivered whenever she thought about it. But this was important, walking across the stage with his degree and she wanted to have a party.
He didn't know. Right now, Killian was up on the North Shore visiting Robin and loading the last of their belongings into the Jolly to bring down to Honolulu. Emma missed him as soon as he climbed out of his Jeep, leaving her to drive home alone. He was supposed to be back soon and they'd talked or texted every day he was gone. It reminded her a bit of the early days of their relationship, back when they'd have no idea they'd be married and deeply in love.
"Mrs. Jones?" her assistant's voice crackled over the intercom.
"Yes, Sarah, what it is?"
"Elsa Arendelle to see you."
"Send her in." Emma grinned, hanging up the phone. She could get a hold of the florist later. She hadn't seen her best friend in almost three solid months, save the occasional Skype call. Elsa and Will had spent the fall in New York, weighing their options. In October, Elsa had called Emma in tears; she and Will had had a fight. Emma almost got on a plane, cursing the travel, but Elsa talked her out of it. Emma and Killian played long distance marriage counselors for a few days (the irony of this was not lost on her) then things seemed to go back to normal.
Elsa sounded fine since, but seeing her in flesh would definitely ease Emma's mind.
The door opened and Elsa stepped through it, looking a bit tired but happy. "Emma? Wow, this is a nice office."
"Elsa!" Emma jumped out of her chair and hurried to hug her friend. Elsa's wool sweater was rough under her palms. "Cold in New York?"
"I think we got out just in time. They were calling for snow when we left."
Emma bit her lip. "I hope my parents got out in time. They really wanted to be here."
Elsa let her go. "I spoke to your mother. They were scheduled to leave a few hours after us. If they got out of JFK, they should be fine."
Still, that wasn't exactly reassuring. Snow storms could be nasty; it wouldn't take much to shut down the airport. "She's supposed to call when they land at LAX; I guess we'll find out then."
"They'll get here. They wouldn't miss Killian's graduation."
"I just want it to be perfect. No one went to his last one; he was alone. Both Robin and Will had to work."
"I didn't know that," Elsa said, frowning. "That's so sad." She squeezed Emma's hand. "But we're all here for him now. You most of all, Emma."
Emma smiled gratefully. "He's up at Robin's getting the last of our things. He doesn't know about the party."
"A surprise party?" Elsa laughed. "Now I know why you didn't tell me."
"Hey, it's not my fault your boyfriend has a big mouth."
"I think he prefers the term brutally honest."
"Either way, the man just can not keep a secret, so sorry for not cluing you in sooner. But you can help me finish planning now that you're here."
"Is that what you were doing when I got here?"
Emma leaned back on her desk. "Yeah. On hold with the florist actually. Do you know how hard it is to get a green and white floral display?"
"Why green and white?"
"Those are the UH colors. I thought maybe..."
"Do you have a cake yet?"
"Oh shit." Where the hell was she gonna get a cake on such short notice?
"Emma? Calm down. We'll figure this out." Elsa called in Emma's assistant, and together the three of them decided on ditching the flowers altogether in favor of a UH themed cake. A few calls later and the mini crisis was averted.
"Thanks, Elsa," Emma said when they got off the phone.
"That's what friends are for. Want to show me around this place? Is this entire building yours?"
Emma shook her head. "Right now we just occupy the top two floors. I've got ten people working for me, not counting Killian." She grinned. "Oh! I can show you his new office! It's finished, finally."
Looking for office space had made her very glad that her parents had found their condo. Because it had been a nightmare. The building she found was further away from their condo than she wanted, but it also gave them room to expand should that be necessary. Nolan Ocean Reclamation Initiative (NORI) was still only a fledgling operation; Emma had her assistant, a two person PR staff, five scientists and two part time divers on staff. The latter were for Killian's research and development staff, which she planned on putting him in charge of. Another surprise he didn't know about.
Emma had all kinds of grand plans, but they were slow in coming. They were making a good start, however. She made their first grant of funds just before Thanksgiving; the R & D division was working on a way to improve habitats for the local sea turtle population. When a journalist from the Times asked for an interview, she'd granted it, using it as a platform to get her vision out there in the world. To her surprise, it worked; she'd gotten calls, donations and offers to invest almost every day since.
For all that, her proudest moment was having her mother send her a picture of the framed article in her father's office. It was the culmination of what she'd dreamed about the day she'd left New York. She was succeeding on her own terms; she'd made her father proud of her.
Having Killian with her was just the icing on the cake, so to speak.
She and Elsa started on the lower floor, where the R & D staff worked. The space was still being remodeled, but it was serviceable for now.
"We have the option to lease the next floor down if we need it," Emma said, leaving the slightly foul smelling room. She wasn't sure what experiment they were running, but they were intelligent and enthusiastic, which was what she was looking for. "Maybe in a couple of years."
Elsa didn't say anything as they took the elevator back up. "Elsa?"
"You're really staying here," the blonde said softly.
Emma swallowed. "Well, yeah. But you knew that, right?"
They walked back toward where Killian's office was. "Of course. I guess, seeing all this...it's just really hitting me. You're not coming back to New York."
"Well, we'll visit and stuff." Emma paused in front of Killian's closed door. "I know a lot has changed, but we're always gonna be friends, Elsa. You're the closest thing to a sister I have. I don't want to lose that."
"I don't either."
"Have you and Will talked? I know you don't want to leave Anna, but she's a big girl, Elsa. She's getting married herself soon," Emma said gently. Elsa and Anna had always been close; Elsa didn't seem to be taking all these changes very well.
"I've been changing my mind a lot," Elsa admitted. "I just...I knew deep down that this day would come, where you and Anna don't need me."
"That's ridiculous! Did you just see me on my office? I might have forgotten my husband's cake if not for you."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know," Emma said sadly. With all of them growing up and finding happiness, they'd never truly be as close as they were as children. It was simply impossible. "But that doesn't mean that I don't need you. Anna would say the same thing. You've always been the sensible one, Elsa."
"You were too until you ran off to Hawaii and met a boy," Elsa teased.
Emma grinned. "Well, he's a really hot boy," she said. "What was I supposed to do?"
"As long as you're happy, I'm happy for you. Don't mind me."
"Elsa, come on. I want you to be happy too. Whether that's with Will or not. But he does make you happy, I can see it."
"He wants to start school," Elsa confided. "Soon. I think he wants to come back here to do it."
"Elsa, that's...wow. What do you think?"
"He hides behind that attitude, but he's really smart, Emma. I think he can be whatever he wants."
"The question is where."
"Exactly."
Emma thought. "Well, you could split time, maybe? Spend the semesters here, then go back to New York. And summer break would coincide with the offseason, mostly. So you could see Anna and your parents. I know I'd like to have you here for long stretches."
"I thought about that. It might work. I do miss the weather here," Elsa replied with a grin.
"I have not missed the cold," Emma assured her. The temperatures rarely dropped below fifty, as they were so near the equator. It was such a relief from New York. It probably rained more often in the islands, but she didn't mind. Killian looked really great wet.
"I'll talk to Will. I think he'll like that plan."
"You guys can get a place near us!" Emma said excitedly.
"Since it's apparently so difficult to get into your building, we shouldn't be walking in on you guys any time soon!"
"Hey!" But she was blushing. So what if they'd had sex on almost every available surface? More than once. Sometimes when they were picking out furniture, Emma caught Killian imaging how he would have her on it. Emma did that sometimes too. She bought their couch with precisely that in mind actually. They really were milking the newlywed thing for all it was worth. Six months after they met and still no signs of slowing down.
Which was more than fine with her.
Emma opened the door to Killian's office, letting Elsa have a peak. "Do you think he'll like it?"
"He'll love it. When are you gonna show him?"
"I thought we'd duck out of the party. If you wouldn't mind taking over for me?"
Elsa grinned. "I think I can handle playing hostess for a little while."
"Honey, I'm home!" Killian called, opening the door. It was their little joke, the few times they'd been separated since moving in.
"Kitchen!" Emma hollered back. Killian heard voices; they weren't alone. Emma called to say that her parents and Will and Elsa had arrived from the mainland; he was touched they all wanted to be at his graduation. He'd just dropped Robin and Roland off at their hotel for the night. Killian dropped his keys on the little table by the door and moved toward the kitchen.
Emma was bent over the stove, cooking. Whatever it was smelled fantastic. "There you are," she said, looking up.
"Hello, love." Emma dropped her wooden spoon and leaned up to kiss him. Just an all too brief press of her lips, as they had company.
"Later," she whispered. Killian hummed in acknowledgment. He'd missed her fiercely; the ache in his chest lessened with just the sight of her. He gave her waist a squeeze then turned to greet everyone else.
"So what have I missed?" he asked.
Mary Margaret hugged him; David shook his hand, then handed him a beer. "We were just talking about how you've decorated your place," his father in law said. "It's...unique."
Mary Margaret smacked her husband's arm. "David!"
"What? I didn't mean it in a bad way!"
"It's very nice," Elsa said seriously. "I love it."
"Thank you, Elsa," Emma said, winking at her friend.
"Yea, most people would think stripes were a bit garish, mate," Will interjected.
"Almost everything came from Emma," Killian replied. "I just went in the direction she pointed."
"Smart," David muttered. His wife and daughter glared at him.
"Only one wall has stripes," Elsa pointed out. "It's cute."
"It's modern chic," Mary Margaret said. "I especially love that couch you picked out, Emma."
Killian looked at Emma, smothering his grin. If his mother in law only knew the things he and Emma had gotten up to on that couch, she probably wouldn't like it as much. It was his favorite piece, aside from the fluffy bed.
"Killian helped, don't let him fool you," Emma replied.
"I merely tagged along," he protested. "At your insistence, lass." They shared similar taste, so he didn't really feel like his input was necessary. But he went anyway, wanting to spend time with her. This was going to be their home for the foreseeable future.
"You enjoyed it though."
"Because you were there."
Will coughed; things were getting a bit too sappy for him. Killian thought it was bit hypocritical of him, seeing as Will has his own lass right there, but he let it go. Killian and Emma were just an affectionate couple, gravitating toward each other, touching. He didn't much care if that made other people uncomfortable.
Will was telling him about England's latest match when David's phone rang. He ducked out of the kitchen to answer it, but was back within moments. "Emma, can we turn on the TV?"
"Um, sure." She looked confused but did as her father asked, after turning the heat down on their dinner. They all gathered around the sixty inch screen as David took the remote and flipped to one of the twenty four hour news channels.
"What's going on, David?" Mary Margaret asked.
But the news reader soon answered her question. "Robert Gold and his son Neal have been taken into custody," the brunette woman intoned. "The philanthropist magnate has been under investigation since October for corruption and fraud as well as misappropriation of government resources. There are several public officials who have been implicated; Unconfirmed reports of payoffs are rampant."
There followed a video of Gold and his wretch of a son being carted away in cuffs, much like Killian himself had been. Emma instinctively reached for him, holding his hand tightly.
"She did it," Killian said softly. He had to admit to being skeptical when Belle rang Mary Margaret not long after their return to the island. He still wasn't sure what to make of a woman who would betray her husband. But Gold was vile, so he agreed to ask his friend for the virus. They'd shipped the memory stick (not trusting electronic delivery of such a sensitive thing) containing the virus to Emma's parents and waited.
This was the first concrete evidence that Belle had kept her word.
"How's that?" Will asked. "Who's she?"
"Gold's wife. Belle," Emma answered.
"Emma, are you sure..." her mother began.
"They're family," she said. "They have a right to know. But let's do it over dinner." She tugged on Killian's hand and he followed her, as he always did. Forever following her, like the sun. And to him, she was.
She still managed to surprise the hell out of him though; dragging his mouth to hers the second they were alone. Killian responded instantly, pulling her close to him and kissing her back fiercely. She pressed kisses all over his face before calming enough to lay her head on his chest. "I missed you so much."
Killian stroked her back, soothing her. "I missed you too, darling."
"I know I shouldn't have enjoyed watching that..."
"It's only human, Swan. Especially after you've been grievously wronged."
"Killian, he had you deported."
"I remember all too well. But we bested him. Now he'll be punished."
Emma stood up on her toes and kissed him again, her lips lingering on his. "It's over. And we're safe now."
"Aye. We've got our whole life ahead of us, my love."
"Starting tomorrow when you graduate."
"Aye, a bloody miracle that is."
"Hey, you earned it, babe. I know I only got here for the end, but I'm excited for you."
"You pushed me, you know," he said, brushing some hair behind her ear. "I'd still be writing that blasted thesis if not for you. Thank you."
"Anytime." She looked up at him, pure adoration in her green eyes. "We should get this dinner before they come looking for us."
"Aye." They worked side by side, putting things in bowls and serving dishes. She'd made spaghetti with homemade sauce and meatballs. They took everything out to the dining room; this was their first time truly entertaining in there. The telly was off now, as everyone gathered around the table.
"It smells delicious," Mary Margaret said.
"Be glad you weren't here for my first couple of attempts," Emma said, chuckling.
"Everyone has a learning curve, Swan," he teased, elbowing her gently.
"Watch it, sailor."
He just shot her a look and waggled his eyebrows; he was antagonizing her on purpose, knowing it usually ended very well for him. He adored her forceful and in charge, taking what she wanted. Her little huff of annoyance told him it worked like a charm and suddenly, he really wanted their family to get the hell out so he could have her. Again.
Bloody siren.
Instead, Killian forced himself to relax and enjoy their meal. He hadn't seen any of them since they left New York; he had to admit it was nice having people come to visit. Before Emma, his social life was going to Robin's house for matches or out to a bar with Will. Now he and Will were in happy relationships with women who were far too good for them.
Killian thanked every deity he could think of for that.
"So what's going on with that Gold bloke?" Will asked. "Other than his being a lying ponce, o'course."
All eyes turned toward Emma and Killian. "Before we left New York, Belle offered to help bring her husband down. She was disgusted with what he'd done to Killian."
"I always wondered about her," Elsa said thoughtfully. "She seemed too nice to be married to someone like Gold."
"She wanted to see the best in him," Mary Margaret replied softly. "I think we all do that with the people we love."
Killian saw Elsa and Will exchange a look. He'd soundly berated his friend when he'd been stupid enough to put their relationship in jeopardy a few months ago. As always, Will's mouth had gotten him in trouble and even someone as understanding as Elsa could be sorely tried. It wasn't long after that, that Will started talking about coming back to Hawaii to got to school. Killian thought it was a great idea; he missed having his friend around. Robin lived too far away and had his own family to tend to.
"Anyway," Emma said, "when we got back she agreed to put a virus into Gold's systems. The information was downloaded and given to the authorities. Belle is officially an anonymous source, so this doesn't go past this room."
"That was very brave of her," Elsa said, talking a sip of her wine. "If Gold ever found out..."
"He won't," Killian said seriously. "The virus is untraceable and she destroyed the memory stick it was on. If the authorities are halfway competent, that ponce and his son should be in gaol for a very long time."
"Who will run his company?"
David shrugged. "His accounts have been frozen. A lot of his property has been run through shell companies so they should be fine for now. If he is convicted though, I imagine a lot of it will be auctioned off."
Which meant places like The Crocodile would be under new ownership. The resort was very lucrative, so there shouldn't be a shortage of buyers. Regina still ran the place; for Robin's sake, Killian hoped any transition went smoothly.
Dinner was a bit subdued after that. Gold being taken down was wonderful news, but it went beyond him. A man like that had thousands of employees and they would be facing uncertain futures. Killian knew how that felt; to not know if you would have another paycheck. But he knew in his heart they'd done the right thing. Killian surely wasn't the only person who'd suffered Gold's wrath. Exposing that fraud for who he truly was...well, that was doing the world a service.
Killian offered to start cleaning up while Emma saw everyone out. He was a bit knackered after sailing around the island, but he had a few more hours in him. He had to be on campus two hours early for the ceremony; his cap, gown and hood lay on one of the chairs in their bedroom, waiting to be used. He was excited and a bit nervous. He didn't want to trip like he did last time. Especially since Emma and their family would be there.
Although, last time he'd been a gangly lad of twenty one. Now he was almost twenty six and much more sure of himself.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Emma asked.
"Just thinking about tomorrow, love."
"Nervous?"
"I have done this before, you know."
"It's okay to be nervous, Killian."
Killian rinsed off a dirty plate before placing it in the dishwasher. "I tripped last time," he admitted. "Climbing up the stairs to the bloody stage. Nearly did a face plant right there in front of everyone."
Emma didn't laugh. She wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Well, you seem to have outgrown your clumsiness."
"Aye, now I just seem to attract it," he teased. Emma was still clutzy sometimes. Killian found it endearing.
"Hey!"
"Swan, you spilled coffee all over my kit."
"Keep that up and you won't be getting any sex tonight."
Killian growled and spun them around, his soapy wet hands pinning her arms. "I thought you missed me?"
She stuck her chin out defiantly and shrugged. "I've got my little box now."
Killian well remembered that box of sex toys she owned. They become well acquainted in the months since they returned. But he knew Emma preferred him to any toy. He leaned in and kissed her neck; Emma shivered. "So you didn't imagine me while you touched yourself? You didn't want my cock inside you instead of that feeble plastic? Am I so easily replaced, love?"
Emma's breathing was shallow and ragged; her skin was flushed. She swallowed and tried to speak; she licked her dry lips. "Killian..."
He kissed the spot below her ear that made her writhe, shifting his hips closer to hers. The dishes were forgotten; he'd gotten most of them done anyway. All he could focus on now was her, the way she smelled, nipples hard under her shirt, her tiny whimpers as she rubbed her thighs together. Killian crowded her, lightly rocking his hips into hers, cock already painfully hard. He'd been gone for over a week; he needed her.
Emma fisted his shirt, jerking him back to her. She kissed him hard, teeth clacking, tongue thrust into his mouth. He let her, loving the way she melted into him. He lifted her onto the counter, stepping between her spread legs, which she wrapped around his waist.
"Tell me you missed me," he panted between kisses.
"Every day," she swore. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, tugging on the strands. "I hated not having you here."
"Your toys not enough to service you?" He was unbuttoning her blouse, weighing a breast in each hand, thumbing the peaks. Fuck, he missed how soft she was, the way her curves fit against him.
Emma moaned, arching into his touch. "It's not...this," she breathed. "Fuck."
"Is that what you want? Bend you over this counter? Make you scream my name?"
"Please!"
He would surely pay for this at some later time, but that was okay. He loved their give and take, their battle for dominance. Which wasn't truly a battle at all, since they were more than equals. Killian pulled her off the counter and spun her around. The granite would be cool on her heated flesh; he yanked the cups of her bra aside so she could feel it. He teased a breast while he worked on his pants, snarling with impatience when they didn't cooperate.
Eventually, he got them shoved past his hips, his cock bobbing proudly. Her absence had not lessened his desire for her; he'd had to reacquaint himself with his hand, much to his chagrin. But now finally, he could have her, feel her warm slick sheath wrapped around him.
"Bend over, princess," Killian growled, hand pressed to her back. Emma obeyed him, hissing as the cool counter hit her flushed skin, just as he planned. He rucked her skirt up, foot kicking her legs wider apart. His fingers skimmed her cunt, testing her readiness; she was hot and slippery, perfect.
"Killian, please!"
"Easy, love. I've got you." He kissed the back of her neck, letting the tip of his cock nudge her entrance. Slowly, he eased himself into her, groaning as she stretched to let him in. He moved until he was fully sheathed, letting out a low moan.
"Oh god, yes," Emma hissed, knuckles white on the edge of the counter.
Killian rocked his hips a little, barely moving inside her. "Miss me, Swan?"
"Yes!"
He pulled back a little more, keeping his strokes slow and even, even though it did nothing but tease them both. He wanted more than just a quickie over the counter. Emma mewled and whimpered, pleading with him to go faster, harder, but he ignored her.
"How does this feel?" he asked, sliding back in, still maddening slow. "Tell me, Emma."
"Good," she groaned. "Full. I feel so full."
"Bloody hell." He picked up his pace, just a bit, the drag of her walls along his shaft making him crazy with need. Emma shoved her hips back, her whole body trembling.
He never really was one to leave a lady wanting.
Killian bent over her, his hips snapping into hers, harder, faster. The new angle had him striking her g spot perfectly and Emma cried out, begging for more. He murmured words of love and praise into her ear as he gave her what she wanted, her walls beginning to flutter. Emma screamed his name as her orgasm hit full force; she exploded under him, walls clamping down on him. He followed a second later, hips still rutting into hers, heat scorching his veins. He lay across her back, breathing labored and heavy, heart threatening to beat out of his chest.
He recovered enough to stand, giving Emma the room to catch her breath. Her legs were still shaking. Killian let her skirt fall, then tucked himself back into his pants. Emma moved to stand, swaying on the spot. Killian caught her around the waist, letting her lean on him, kissing her temple. Gently, he carried her to their bedroom.
"Would you like a bath before bed, sweetheart?" he asked, hovering between the bed and the bathroom.
"Hmm, a bath sounds nice."
"Very well." They moved to the bathroom; it was almost three times the size of the one in his old apartment. Emma rested on the double vanity while Killian drew their bath. She was already naked by the time he turned back to her. "Depriving me of all my fun, Swan?"
"You just had some fun."
"Aye, but I enjoy undressing you."
"You enjoy a lot of things that involve me naked."
His eyes roved over her. "You are rather stunning."
She blushed but rolled her eyes. "Strip and get in the tub, sailor."
"As you wish."
They had a nice soothing bath, with surprisingly little fooling around. Emma wanted to hear all about his trip, how Robin and Regina were doing, little Roland. Robin was thinking about opening his own garage; Roland was starting preschool. Killian hadn't seen Regina, but Robin said they were doing fine.
"So all three of you are paired off now," Emma observed.
"Aye, I guess we are."
"Is it weird? Not seeing them as much? Putting a crimp in your bro time or whatever?"
Killian cocked his head. "I'm not sure, honestly. We didn't used to see each other that much when I was down here for the semester, so perhaps we're just used to it."
"Oh."
"Why do you ask, love?"
"I was talking to Elsa the other day."
"Ah. How did that go?" He knew Emma had been worried about her friend. About how Emma's marriage and move would affect their friendship.
"Did you know Will wants to go to school?"
"He mentioned it. He said Elsa liked the notion. It would be nice, having them around some during the year. I've enjoyed our evenings out."
"Elsa asked my advice and that's pretty much what I told her. I'm married, Anna's engaged. It's a lot of changes. I'd never have dreamt all this six months ago."
"Life has a way of doing that I've found." He kissed the crown of her head. "That's what makes it worth living."
Killian was surprised just how eagerly Emma practically shoved him out the door the following morning. Sure, he had to be at the arena earlier, but he had hoped for a bit of a lie in since he'd slept without his wife for so long.
Instead, Emma adjusted his tie, thrust his cap and gown into his hands and kissed him farewell. "Knock 'em dead, babe," she said smiling. "We'll be cheering for you."
"Oh bloody hell," Killian muttered with a playful roll of his eyes. He tried to sound mortified, but having family there was going to make the day perfect, no matter how they acted.
Once he got to the arena, he found a few of his fellow masters' students, acquaintances and friends who'd gone through the program with him. As they mingled and caught up, almost everyone was shocked at the ring on Killian's finger. He'd been known as a loner, focused on his work. Only joining in for the occasional beer or study group. Now he was married and on the cusp of a really great career.
Some professors came around to guide everyone to their proper places; the doctoral students would enter first, then the masters students, all in alphabetical order. He didn't pay much attention to the bachelors students; they weren't going to be called individually, there were too many of them. Their degrees would be bestowed by college. It was just more time for him to sit there, waiting.
The ceremony was supposed to take no more than two and a half hours, but he would believe that when he saw it. His first graduation took over three.
He was adjusting his hood when his phone buzzed. Strictly speaking, they weren't supposed to have them, but he wasn't about to listen to inane speeches and names for hours without sharing commentary with Emma.
We're here, her message read.
Killian grinned and felt his shoulders sag in relief. He didn't doubt her, but he felt calmer, knowing she was out there waiting. Any trouble?
Nah. Just waiting for you.
Should be anytime now, love. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. He prayed that his seat wasn't in the front row; it would be bad form to be texting on his phone rather than listening. After what seemed like an eternity, the advanced degree students moved in their lines from the staging area toward the arena floor. The processional was being pumped in over the loudspeakers as they stepped onto the floor. Killian felt a sense of deja vu, but he knew this would be very different from the first.
He followed the lady ahead of him—her last name started with an I—as they filled in the seats. Mercifully, Killian was in the third row, toward the end. Once he sat, he craned his neck trying to find his family in the crowd. He heard Will whoop and turned that way. His friend was waving frantically and Killian smiled. He waved back, eyes lighting up even more when he spotted Emma a couple of seats down. She waved too with that beautiful smile he adored.
"Friend of yours?" the woman next to him asked.
"Aye. I was waving at my wife though."
"Which one is she?"
Killian nodded toward her. "The blonde in red, couple of seats down."
"Hmm, pretty. How long have you been married?"
Killian could already sense where this conversation was going. "Three months now." On their anniversary, he'd taken Emma back to the arcade where they had their first date, recreating it almost exactly. Except for the sea wall. There he cashed in on his bet, daring Emma to finish what they'd started that night so many months ago under the palm trees and stars.
"Still in the honeymoon phase then?"
He nodded. "Happily in fact." That cut off her inquiries. Killian was very much taken. And very, very happy.
While he was engaged in that conversation, the rest of the students filed in. Killian checked his watch; it was three minutes to ten, which was when the ceremony was to start. The first hour was as boring as he remembered; too many speeches, voices droning on about academic achievement and excellence.
Killian felt his phone vibrate. He snuck it out of his pocket. You bored?
Very. Care to keep me entertained?
Somewhere in the arena a baby started wailing. Isn't that against the rules?
Since when have you ever been bothered by rules, Swan?
He couldn't hear her laugh, but somehow he knew she was. Not since I met you.
I merely helped you see what was already there.
Back and forth they went, the electronic banter for more engrossing than whatever the commencement speaker was saying. Killian saw his row mate frown at him, but he didn't care. As long as he walked where he was supposed to, then he could do anything else he wanted.
Finally, blessedly, the speeches stopped. The doctoral students were conferred their degrees first, their advisors hooding each one personally. Idly, Killian wondered if he'd pursue that someday. It would mean more school, more classes, more research. It was certainly something to think about, even if it was unlikely. All of that would mean time away from Emma and he wasn't keen on that any time soon.
The masters students stood; the first row of them moving toward the stage. Like ants they marched up, waiting for their names to be called. Killian looked back at Emma, who gave him a thumbs up. Will, Elsa, Robin, Roland (who was fidgeting), David and Mary Margaret were all watching attentively. Killian flashed them a grin, preparing to follow. He was surprised to see his hand shaking; he curled it into a fist until it stopped. This wouldn't be like last time; he wouldn't trip.
It was their turn. His row snaked its way to the stage, each of them called to the podium, one by one. His eyes darted around nervously, waiting, waiting.
"Killian Jones."
Killian climbed the stairs and strode across the stage, a grin plastered across his face. He heard Will's cry again, followed by Roland. His new family cheered even louder as he accepted his diploma and shook hands with the provost and the president, then stepped off the stage. He made it back to his seat without incident, giddy and relieved. So many years of hard work, his promise to Liam, was finally fulfilled.
Over an hour—and a blur of names and departments—later, Killian fought his way through the crowd, trying to find Emma. He could hear her calling him. Off to his left perhaps? He moved that way, searching for her blonde hair.
"Killian! Oi! Over here, mate!" Will screamed.
Bloody arse is a menace, Killian thought as he headed toward them. When he got there, Emma was the first to embrace him. "I am so proud of you," she whispered in his ear. He smiled, reaching up to draw her lips to his, ignoring everyone else.
"Thank you, love." She smiled, shaking her head at him playfully. He let her go and received hugs and handshakes from the rest of his family. Killian finally had everything he could have ever dreamed of with so much more yet to come.
"Swan, what is going on? I thought we were having lunch together?"
Emma chuckled, rechecking the blindfold. "We are, silly. So impatient."
Killian huffed. "Easy for you to say. I can't see a blessed thing."
"Then my work here is done."
Blindfolded or not, Killian spun around and pinned her to the wall. "And what work would that be?" he asked, his husky voice doing things to her. Dirty things.
She swallowed. "It's a surprise."
His nose trailed along her cheek, how he managed it without his sight, she didn't know. But she shivered anyway. Damn him and his far too sexy...everything. "Swan, if you wanted to blindfold me, all you needed to do was ask."
Unbidden, she had a vision of him tied to their bed, blindfolded, begging. Fuck. They had party to get to, damn it. It was why she rushed him out that morning, so her team could decorate. They were not missing it, even if her panties were suddenly sodden and her skin flushed.
"I will keep that in mind," she said, voice shakier than she intended. Emma caught his face in her hands, bringing his mouth to hers. She kissed him, just enough to tease, a promise. "Unless you want to blindfold me?"
He let out a shaky breath. "Temptress."
"Hey, I'm the one pinned against the wall here."
He ignored her, his head moving unerringly to her throat, lips pressing kisses. "I wanted you this morning and you made me leave," he muttered.
Emma moaned. "I...had a reason," she said, angling her head. Killian sucked on her pulse. Christ, they were still in the hallway of the condo; everyone was waiting for them. But her hands wouldn't obey her; she wove her fingers through his hair, holding him to her throat.
"You taste even sweeter like this," he murmured.
"Killian...we have...party."
His head came up abruptly. "A party?"
Emma sucked in air, suddenly very short of breath. "Yeah, and you made me ruin your surprise."
"You organized a surprise party for me?"
She rolled her eyes, even though he couldn't see her. "Of course. It's your graduation, Killian."
He lunged for her, mouth hot on hers. "I love you."
"I know. Can we go now?"
Killian chuckled. "Might have to wait a moment or two, Swan."
Part of her was seriously tempted to throw him into the fire escape stairwell and just suck him off, but she refrained. She still had another surprise and she did not want that ruined. That one they could both enjoy.
Once he was settled down, she took his hand. "Try to act surprised, okay?"
"As you wish."
She squeezed his fingers, then opened the door. All of Killian's friends and family, including a quite a few people who had also just been in the ceremony with him, yelled and cheered as soon as they stepped inside. Emma laughed as Killian gave an exaggerated gasp; she was one of the few who knew him well enough to catch its note of insincerity. But it was enough. He removed the blindfold, looking suitably surprised, his blue eyes bright, a laugh on his lips.
Emma rolled her eyes, but let him have his moment. It was for him, after all. The condo looked great, rainbow streamers, cake over by the balcony, a huge banner with "congratulations" across the back wall in place of the usual art. Emma grabbed a bottle of beer and sipped at it, watching Killian make his way through the room. She was so happy for him, to finally have accomplished his goal. His promise to Liam was so important to him, having been the driving force of his life for the last seven years.
She hoped now he could move forward, they could move forward and build a life together. They'd already made a good start.
"Penny for your thoughts, love."
"Scarlet," Emma said, not looking at him.
"You've been spending too much time with Killian."
"Well, he is my husband. Who else should I spend my time with?"
"Don'tcha have some...I dunno...girly things to do?"
Emma looked at him, one brow raised. "Girly things? You talk to Elsa like that?"
Will shivered. "Course not. She'd snap me like a twig."
"Don't you forget it." Emma laughed and took another pull on her beer.
Will shuffled his feet. "Look." He swallowed. "I, huh, know we didn't get off ta the best start."
"Will..."
"Nah, lemme get this out. I was a right ponce and I'm sorry."
Emma nodded. "We're all friends now, Will. It's okay, really." She'd forgiven him a long time ago; he was good to Elsa and that was all she wanted.
"Did Elsa tell ya about us maybe..."
"Moving out here so you can go to school? Yeah. I think it's a great idea. Killian does too."
Will looked relieved. "I wouldn't be enrolling until the fall," he said seriously. "Don't think she's quite ready, what with Anna and all."
"We'll be here. We could even start house hunting for you."
"Let's not get crazy now, love."
Emma smacked his shoulder. "I'm right, you'll see, Scarlet." She saw Elsa nod from across the room and she grinned. Yes, it would be nice having their friends around.
She let the party go on for a while, mostly just watching. She didn't want to steal Killian's thunder. Instead, she chatted, checked on the food. They didn't normally have a housekeeper or any staff, preferring to maintain the condo themselves. On the rare occasion that they were both really busy, she had the building's cleaning staff come through, but she'd only ha to do that twice in the three months they lived there. But for this party, she had a small army come in and decorate and cater the food.
"Emma?"
She ducked out of the fridge; Killian was waiting for her. "Oh hey."
"You're missing the party."
"You're the guest of honor. Shouldn't you be mingling or something?"
He shrugged. "It's less fun without you."
Emma added a handful of beers to the ice bucket. "You looked like you were having a pretty good time."
"What'd Scarlet want?"
"He just wanted to talk about Elsa, them moving here."
"Good." He stepped forward, snatching her hand before she could find some other task. "You did all this for me?"
"No, I did it for your evil twin," she quipped.
"Don't think I have one of those, love."
"Sure you do. Captain Hook."
He grinned. "You fancy a pirate, Swan?"
"I think," she drawled, stepping more squarely into his space. "This it would depend on the pirate." She kissed the corner of his mouth, slipping her arms around his waist. "We should go cut your cake."
"What if I'm happy right here?"
"Then you wouldn't get your present."
"I have a present?"
"Mhmm. But it's not here."
"Where is it? Or is it another surprise?"
"What do you think?"
"I think that you, my love, are a devious little minx."
"But you love me."
"Aye." He sighed. "Very well, let's cut this infernal cake. Then I get my present?"
He was like a kid at Christmas. And she was helpless to deny those earnest puppy dog eyes. "Yes, you can have your present." He gave her a loud smacking kiss, then tugged her toward the cake. Emma laughed, a pure joyful sound.
Twenty minutes later (Killian wolfed down his cake with almost indecent haste), Emma nodded to Elsa across the room. She winked at her and nodded back. Emma watched as her friend moved to keep her parents occupied, while Emma and Killian left the party. The volume level dropped precipitously as soon as they got into the hall.
"That's better," Emma said, heading for the elevator.
"I thought you enjoyed parties, love."
"I do, but they can be kinda exhausting."
"Tired already?" he smirked as the elevator descended.
"Not a chance." She slipped the blindfold out of Killian's jacket pocket. "Sorry, but we're gonna need this again."
"Just what are you planning, Swan?"
"You'll like it. But I don't want to spoil another surprise. Please?"
"Okay, do your worst."
Emma laughed, but waited until they were in her car before covering his eyes. He only grumbled a little as she drove them to the NORI offices. Once they arrived, she had to guide him to the elevator again, her arm looped through his. She was a bit nervous about this part, despite Elsa's assurance. Killian would be spending a lot of time here; she wanted it to be his space.
The chime pinged and they headed down the corridor, past the reception area, her office, her assistant's desk. Killian was oddly quiet, following her lead.
"Killian?"
"Yes?"
"You okay? You're quiet."
"I am perfectly fine. Interested in this surprise you've cooked up though."
"Well, we're almost there."
"Do I get a guess?"
"You could," she said, bringing them to a stop in front of the closed door. "Or I could just show you instead." She opened the door and pulled him inside. "Surprise."
Killian pulled off the blindfold. His jaw dropped. His eyes were wide and stunned. As he looked around, they may have gotten a bit wet. The office was the same size as hers, with an amazing view of the ocean. It probably should have been hers, but the ocean was his love, so she thought it only fitting that he have it. She ordered him a custom made desk of driftwood and a plush leather chair to go with it. The bookshelves were lined with some of his books, set off with a few models of sailing vessels. A small couch sat on the far wall, also in leather. There were other little nautical touches here and there; she hoped it wasn't too much.
Emma chewed on her lip as he walked around the space, fingers sliding over things, his mouth twitching in a smile when he noticed certain things. He stared at the painting of an eighteenth century schooner for a long time; it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Finally, she couldn't take the silence any longer. "Um, Killian?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you like it?"
He turned, a bemused look on his face. "Like it? Swan, this is incredible. Far more than I deserve."
"Actually, there's another part of the surprise."
"Really?"
She moved to his new desk and slid open a drawer. The name plate read: Killian Jones, Research and Development. "See?"
He took the plate from her and mouthed the words etched there. "You made me head of research and development?"
"I did."
"But, love..."
"This is our company, Killian. You've been here every step of the way. You've earned this. My business sense and your science, remember?"
Killian nodded, swallowing awkwardly. Then he threw his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. "I love you so much."
"Me too, babe." She inhaled his unique scent as he held her; this was a moment she wanted to remember when they were old. When they broke apart, he took her hand and guided her to his new desk chair. He sank into it, sighing happily.
"Very comfortable," he observed.
"I wanted," she began, but Killian yanked her down into his lap before she could finish. Emma yelped in surprise, arms and legs flailing. "What the hell?"
"This is much better," he muttered happily, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Despite her feeble protests, Emma didn't really struggle. Frankly, she was exactly where she wanted to be. This was their first truly quiet moment since he left the condo that morning. "Why are you always so grabby?"
"That a complaint, love?"
"Curious, more like."
"I like holding you," he said simply. "And I missed you."
"Has been kinda hectic these last couple of weeks."
"Things will settle down."
"Forgotten our trip to New York already?"
"We have a few days until we leave. Perhaps you could skip out of work?"
"Would you make it worth my while?" she teased.
He kissed her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. "Don't I always?"
"Depends on what you want," she countered, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Killian's hand slid up her leg, under her skirt. Emma held her breath, waiting for him to figure out what she was wearing underneath. "I thought we could start by christening this office." His large warm hand reached the top of her stockings, held up with garters. "And I don't think I'm the only one."
"Turnabout is fair, don't you think?" They'd done hers not long after she furnished it, before NORI had even opened its doors. And now they were completely alone.
"Bloody siren, you are," he growled, teeth scraping her skin.
Emma turned her head, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. Killian's hand stayed up her skirt, toying with the top her stocking, the garter. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, heat beginning to pool low in her belly. She started to turn, trying to straddle his hips, but he stopped her. Killian nudged her legs apart, propping one heeled foot on the desk. Emma moaned, realizing he had her spread facing the large windows.
"There's a girl," he murmured. "Let me hear you, love." His hand moved higher, fingers sliding over her sodden panties. Emma bucked her hips, the friction merely teasing. "You can have me anyway you like later. Just let me have this."
Emma mewled, nodding. She smothered her next moan with another kiss. She missed him so much while he was gone; their reunion the night before not nearly enough to satisfy her. Raw passion clawed at her, fueled by his deft knowing touch. Killian pushed her panties aside, petting her, parting her folds, soft light touches that made her crazy.
"Fuck, Killian."
"You're taking the week off," he said, still touching her agonizingly slowly. "We're staying home until I've had my fill of you."
That sounded like heaven. "Okay," she panted.
His fingers teased her entrance; her clit throbbed. She sat spread in his lap, legs propped on the furniture, need coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach. He gradually increased the pressure, fingers moving between her clit and her entrance, listening to her as she hissed and moaned. She had one hand in his hair, the other curled around the armrest, trying to maintain some kind of balance. She kept inching down his lap, her hips rocking, trying to fuck his fingers.
"Let go for me, Swan," Killian said, kissing her neck. "Let go and I'll give you what you want."
"Shit, shit, shit," Emma bit out, helpless to do anything but obey him, her body needing release so very badly. She writhed and bucked in his lap; only the arm around her waist held her in place. She had no control over her body, the pleasure hot and intense.
She slumped against him, panting for air. Killian kissed her temple tenderly, easing her into a more comfortable position in his lap. Emma could feel his arousal against her ass, but he didn't push her. He let her recover, as she listened to the steady thump of his heart.
She still felt a bit twitchy, a lingering buzz under her skin. Killian murmured nonsense in her ear, one hand skimming over her curves. She licked her lips, then moved to reach for one of the desk drawers.
"Swan?"
"Watch," she said, a tiny smirk on her lips. She pulled out the tiny remote and pressed the button. The blinds to the windows closed, momentarily encasing them in darkness before the office lights came on.
"Well, fancy that," Killian said, looking up at her in awe.
"I like being prepared."
"For seducing me in my office, love? You don't need to do that, you know."
"What if we wanted to have a quickie at lunch?" She hopped off his lap, unpinning the rest of her hair. Then she reached back to unzip her dress. Killian clenched his fists as her body was revealed to him, the dress falling to the floor. "What if I came in here and just started to undress?"
"Point taken," he said, his voice husky and rough. "That door have a lock?"
She bent over and pulled on his tie. "Of course." Granted, that probably wouldn't happen very often, but it was fun to tease him. And they did have this night. She deftly unknotted his tie, pulling it free. "Would you like that? Instead of lunch, you got me?"
"Aye." He sat forward so she could get his jacket off. Then she fisted his shirt and pulled him up, slanting her lips over his. Killian didn't hesitate to kiss her back, his rough hands sliding over her skin. She moaned into his mouth, his touch exactly what she had been craving. It intensified that buzz under her skin, the desire to have him naked along with her.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her movements jerky with need. At last she peeled the shirt from his torso, hands smoothing over the skin, muscles flexing under her touch. God, he was gorgeous, all lean muscle and sinew, the dark hair exactly right. Emma pressed him back against the desk, mouth peppering his skin with kisses.
"Bloody hell, love," Killian breathed, one hand wound through her hair.
"I've thought about this for a long time," she said, nipping at the sensitive spot along his ribcage. "I couldn't wait to get you in here so I could have you."
"Fuck." Killian dragged her hands down to his pants, hoping she'd take the hint. The trousers were painfully tight; his cock straining in the fabric. Emma grinned wickedly, stroking him firmly before finally relieving him of those confining pants. She was still kneeling in front of him, slipping off his shoes and socks, when she paused to lick a stripe over underside of his cock. Killian yelped, surprised, hips bucking toward her. "Christ, Emma."
Emma tossed his clothing aside and stood. She ran her hands over his skin; it was warm, almost feverish. "Up on the desk," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his thundering heart. Killian obeyed her, hopping up so his feet were dangling, but Emma shook her head. "Stretch out. You're not going anywhere."
He cocked a brow at her but did as she asked. Once he was settled, Emma reached behind her and flicked open her bra, adding it to the pile on the floor. Slowly, his near black eyes watching her every move, she unhooked the garters and slid her panties down her legs. She went to remove the stockings but Killian grabbed her wrist.
"Leave those on," he said gruffly.
Emma swallowed, secretly hoping that's what he wanted. She'd always wanted to do something like that. Emma did kick off her shoes, not wanting the heels to ruin the vanish on the wood. Then she climbed on the desk herself, straddling his hips. She hovered just above where he wanted her, wanting to torment him just a little bit more. She wanted him to remember this, every time he sat at his desk, just like she did at hers.
Lazily, she leaned over him, hair falling around her face like a curtain. Killian pulled her the rest of the way, kissing her hard, plundering her mouth, little growls and groan sending shivers down her spine. His hands molded over her body, remembering each and every place she was sensitive, her moans filling the room. He lifted her effortlessly, bringing her nipples to his greedy mouth, sucking and biting until she cried out from the pleasure. She was hot and dripping, aching to have him inside her.
She reached back blindly; he hissed when she brushed his cock. "Emma."
She took advantage of his momentary distraction, sitting back up until she was rolling her hips over him, coating him with her slickness. Killian thrust his hips up pointedly, his hands moving up her thighs. Emma's own hips jerked and she whimpered. She reached between them and guided him, eyes locked with his as she sank down and down, taking in every inch. They groaned simultaneously, united in the most intimate of ways.
Emma rode him slowly, hands on his chest. She gave him a little wiggle of her hips every few strokes, determined to drive him as crazy as he had her in the desk chair. She focused on the thick slide along her walls, her eyes falling shut. Killian got impatient, tweaking her nipples sharply.
Emma's eyes snapped open and she grabbed his hand to pull him up. "Problem?"
Killian instantly had his hands on her hips, curling around her waist. "Enjoying yourself, love?"
Emma bit her lip, a shudder racing down her spine. "Oooh yes," she breathed. "So good."
He nibbled at her neck. "You're so fucking beautiful when you're riding me, Swan."
"Fuuuck." Now it was more than just the feel of him inside her; he was using everything at his disposal to drive her insane. His hands on her, voice in her ear, lips on her skin. Killian was devastating her as only he could. She picked up her pace, tension building. His chest hair teased the hard points of her nipples and she groaned. "Killian."
"Don't stop," he said. "Take what you need."
Emma crushed her lips to his, fingers in his hair. His own hand snaked between them, unerringly finding her clit and giving it sharp flicks that felt so fucking good...she faltered, her rhythm becoming erratic, broken. Her back arched, body going taut as her orgasm crashed into her without warning. She was still spasming when Killian cried out hoarsely, trembling as he spilled himself deep inside her.
"Oooooh." Emma shuddered, aftershocks rolling through her. She was covered in sweat, hair matted to her forehead. Breathing ragged, she rested her forehead against his, eyes closed.
Killian held her close, his own breathing harsh. Her knees were suddenly killing her; the wood more unforgiving than she'd imagined. "We...should move," she panted.
"Aye."
With supreme effort, Emma climbed off him. She moved right for the couch; Killian followed her. There was a light throw resting on the back; she spread it over them as they lay down facing each other.
Emma smiled at him; he looked blissed out and sated, his eyes still a little glassy. "Good day?"
Killian chuckled, a smile pulling at his lips. "It's definitely in my top ten."
"Top ten?"
Killian ran his hand along her side, tracing the curve of her hip. "Might sound a bit daft, I know."
"No, it's not." She cradled his cheek, kissing the tip of his nose. "Do I figure in any more of them?"
Killian laughed, deep and throaty. "Love, I think it's safe to say you're in almost all of them."
She found his hand, threading their fingers. "Liam?" she asked gently.
He looked a bit bashful, but she loved him for it. "Aye."
"He'd be happy for you. For us." She pulled him close, breathing him in. Killian buried his face in her hair, tangling their legs together under the blanket. They just soaked each other in, enjoying the quiet.
She shivered when he kissed her shoulder. "We should get home."
"Probably."
"Think they missed us?"
Emma grinned. "I think they're used to it by now." She pressed her lips to his, savoring their last moments alone.
They got dressed, finding their clothes scattered all over the office. Killian couldn't help but drag his scruff over her thigh as he reattached her garters; she swatted at him playfully. She remembered his demand she take the week off so they could spend time together; it was a great idea. She just had to make some arrangements with her assistant; that could wait until tomorrow.
"Ready to go home?"
"Aye. Let's go see the damage, love."
Emma thought he was exaggerating, but in this case, his instincts were better than hers. When they got to their condo, it looked like a disaster area. Everyone was already gone. Empty beer bottles were everywhere, little paper plates, a bit of shredded streamers. Killian laughed when Emma groaned.
"I don't remember college parties being this..." she gestured widely with her arms.
"Wild?" he supplied.
"Messy," she countered, poking him in the ribs.
"Did you ever have to clean up after yours, Swan?"
Damn. He did have her there. "Shut up."
"Shall we?"
"Clean? Right now?" It was getting late; they were at his office longer than she thought.
He eyed her. "You have something else in mind?"
She took his hand. "Well, I was thinking about taking a shower."
Killian smirked, pulling her in by the waist. "And...?"
Emma kissed the corner of his mouth, along his cheek, nibbled on his ear. "Then...whatever we want." She screamed loudly when he picked her up bodily, throwing her over his shoulder to their bedroom. Cleaning could wait until tomorrow. They had the entire rest of their lives.
FINIS