I know this is long time coming and I apologize for the lateness. It was a mixture of exams, holiday business, secret santa fics, and procrastination but I somehow finally got this done.

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Epilogue

It was too hot.

Emma's eyes fluttered open as she registered a body pressed to her back and an arm slung at her middle. This wasn't an unusual sight except for the fact that the AC had stopped working and that Killian was practically wrapped on top of her, making them both burn up, their hot and sweaty limbs tangled together.

She tried to wiggle out of his hold to check on the air conditioning when she heard his voice, his words muffled as his mouth was pressed to the back of her neck, "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you burning up? It's so bloody hot!" she complained, feeling him chuckle behind her which happened every time she unconsciously slipped his vocabulary in her words. Not her fault the man used bloody so frequently.

Emma moved his arm away from her and stood up, ignoring his complains at the loss of touch. She ran to their living room, clad only in a long t-shirt, and re-started the air conditioning again, sighing in relief as she felt it start up.

Once she was back in their room, she checked the time and it was still 8 a.m and a Saturday. Usually by this time Killian is back from his morning run and preparing coffee. After much persuasion of initiating lazy morning enjoyable activities did she finally convince him to sleep in on the weekends, providing a much pleasurable substitute workout in comparison to his run.

"Scoot over" she nudged his shoulder, "it's too hot to cuddle"

Killian whined and instead of moving, stood up. He picked her up on his shoulder, with his hand firm on her ass as she wiggles too much whenever he does this, and headed to the bathroom, "Nothing a shower can't handle, love"

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Water sprayed down Emma's naked back, doing nothing for the fire burning all over her body as Killian kissed her thoroughly, running his hands over her stomach, hips, finally bringing them down to cup her ass. She stifled a moan as his arms creeped up to palm her breasts, pinching at her already hardened nipples, while his mouth sucked a mark on her neck.

She pressed tiny little kisses to his collarbone, her fingers tracing patterns over his lean stomach. She was chuckling against his chest, the hair there tickling her nose, when she heard him groan in frustration as she traced her fingers softly just above where he needed her touch the most.

"Emma" he grunted, suddenly holding her tight around her waist and turning, pushing her until she was pressed up facing the glass wall of the shower, his naked body pressed behind her with his length digging onto her backside. He bit at her shoulder as his hands moved over her bare mound.

"Open your legs, my love" he whispered, licking up from the back of her neck to her earlobe. Emma obliged – there wasn't much she could do once she was this turned on, willing to do anything just to feel him, his fingers, his mouth, his cock, anything inside of her, building her to the release she desperately needed.

She cursed his name out loud as she felt his fingers rub against her wet folds, leaning behind on him. His other hand travelled up her stomach, until it was wedged between her breasts. His fingers circled her clit, drawing slow circles before she felt him move, his fingers brushing against her folds once again. She bit her lip in anticipation once he used his knee to get her to open her legs wider, knowing he was going to slide his fingers inside her now.

Emma gasped in surprise when instead of his fingers, she felt him at her entrance, and before she could catch her breath, he pushed himself inside her in one fluent thrust. "Move" Emma breathed and he complied, rutting his hips against her as he put a steady pace. One of his hand was back at her clit, rubbing a bit furiously on the swollen nub, while the other was groping her breast.

It was too much – the feel of him inside her, stretching her, his fingers on her clit making her shiver, and his hand tightly grasping her breast. Emma felt her release starting to build in her toes, and she knew it was moments before she came, her knees suddenly feeling like jelly. Wanting to anchor herself in order to avoid an embarrassing trip to the ER, she moved her hands which were flat on the glass wall to behind her, circling his neck with hers and pulling him down, forcing him to press kisses at her neck.

She came, loud and shivering as she saw stars behind her eyes. She clenched her walls around him and within moments he came too, his head dropping to her shoulder as emptied himself inside her.

Once their breathing evened out and their hearts weren't thrumming wildly, Emma rasped, "You just made me burn up even more, Killian"

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Emma sighed loudly once she took her heels off, picking them up in one hand and wrapping the other around Killian's waist again.

"We can go home if you're tired, darling" he said, tightening his hold on her waist.

"Let's sit on that bench for some time. I don't wanna leave yet" Emma nodded her head towards the bench facing the water a few steps away from them.

They settled on it, Emma resting her head on his shoulder and her fingers laced with his.

"I'm feeling so bloated, I ate way too much"

"The food was excellent, I ate way too much too"

"Ya. Thanks for that" Emma pressed a quick kiss to his scruffy cheek, earning a smile from him. He had taken her to the Italian restaurant they went to for lunch the first time ages ago to meet Belle and discuss over his will.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the soft waves in the water before Killian finally broke the silence as he cursed, "Oh fuck!"

Emma turned to him and snorted, watching his disgusted expression as a pigeon had shit on his shoulder. She rummaged through her purse to find a tissue, and handed it to him. He took it with a 'thank you' and wiped it off.

"Bloody hell" he ran quickly to the garbage can on their right to throw the tissue and then settled back down beside her.

"Do you think a pigeon chooses a particular person? It could've done this anywhere!" he complained.

"It probably chooses one. Like this, I'm gonna choose this person to shit on" Emma said in a low voice, "That's why it shit on you and not me" she teased.

Killian quirked an eyebrow up, "Oh really?"

"The evidence is there! It specifically chose to shit on you and not me. It was a "fuck you" from the pigeon"

"Probably paying for my sins in another life"

"Probably paying for your sins in this life" Emma teased, and laughed once she saw his eyebrows shoot up and he hit the exposed skin on her thigh lightly, teasing her.

She hit him back on his thigh, and laughed once she earned another one from him on her shoulder now.

After a few rounds of this, Emma's hand accidently hit a bit north of his thigh and he cursed in pain, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she laughed, bringing her hand to his crotch and soothing it, thankful that no one was around.

"You hit me in the nuts" he said, watching her hand running over the zipper of his pants.

"I'll kiss it better when we get home" she let out between giggles as Killian burst out laughing too.

Killian felt his heart swell from the sight of Emma laughing whole-heartedly, her eyes crinkling and her entire body shaking with her giggles, and he could not way any longer.

Sodding all his preparation of weeks, phone calls to Liam, Elsa, and the Nolans, little trip to Mulan's Starbucks, everything…he blurted out, "Marry me".

Emma's expression changed instantly, her eyes widening in shock and her mouth hanging open as her hand on his crotch stilled, "What?"

"Marry me" he repeated, more firmly.

"Killian" she smiled, shaking her head slightly as this was not what she was expecting at all. Not that she hadn't thought about it – of course she had, and maybe every time she saw the ring on Mary Margaret's finger, or Elsa referring to Liam as her husband to others, or even the ridiculous Say Yes to the Dress coming on television, she felt a flutter of yearning in her heart. She wanted this, she wanted it with him.

Killian slipped immediately to kneel on one knee in front of her, taking both of her hands in his as he saw her lips form into a smile and tears brimming her eyes.

"Emma" he whispered, "I was going to do this later tonight but sod it. I can't wait. Emma the moment I met you, the moment you walked into my life, spilling your coffee on me, I knew my life would never be the same. You have made me happier than I could ever imagine possible and I would like to spend the rest of my life making you happy. I love you more than anything in this world and promise to love you more every day" he smiled as he saw the tears streaming down her face, "Swan, will you marry me?"

She brought her hands to his shoulder and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately.

Killian looked up at her once they separated, finding her lips formed into a huge smile and her emerald eyes shining.

"I take that as a yes?" he joked, quirking an eyebrows up.

"Yes" Emma breathed out, brushing her nose with his.

"Well, the ring is at home, my love, since I was planning to do this at home tonight"

"Let's go home then"

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Emma entered the apartment, giggling in pure happiness, as she felt giddy with excitement. She hadn't even bothered with taking off her heels and was heading straight to their room but stopped in her tracks once she spotted a Starbuck's coffee cup on their table in the living room. She quirked an eyebrow in confusion as she was pretty sure it wasn't here when they had left the apartment.

She walked towards it and picked the ordinary white cup up.

As soon as she picked it up she knew something was wrong.

The cup was very light, indicating it obviously did not have any liquid in it. Emma opened the lid and gasped, her hand going straight up to her mouth just like the cliché.

Inside the cup were a dozen of little pink middlemist flower petals. But the most important part was the diamond ring perched right in the center of it. She looked up to find Killian smiling at her.

"May I?" he whispered, taking the cup from her hands.

"Yes" she nodded, and cursed herself as she could feel the tears threatening to spill again.

He slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him. He kept his hold on her as she brought her hand up to examine the ring.

Emma's eyebrows furrowed – she was pretty sure she had seen this ring before. A foggy memory of jewelry stores and Liam and Elsa, and a question about her Swan necklace came up and she gasped once she realized the reason for the familiarity.

"Killian is this the ring I liked when we went jewelry shopping for Liam and Elsa's wedding return gifts?"

"Aye" he smiled, biting his bottom lip.

Emma felt her heart swell. It was such a tiny moment ages ago, when they weren't even dating. Yet he remembered.

"When did you buy this?"

"When we came back from Ireland after Thanksgiving. I knew I wanted to be married to you in Ireland so the week we were back I bought the ring" he grinned, "I just waited six bloody months to ask you" he brought his hand up to scratch behind his ear, sheepishly.

Emma grabbed the labels of his suit and pulled him to her.

The only thing she wore as she slipped into sleep with his arms around her was the ring, and a promise of spending forever with her sexy blue-eyed ex-boss on whom she spilled coffee and a thank you to Starbucks.

THE END

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