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Six months later
The betrothal ball was over and all the guests, both from the Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke, had retired to their chambers scattered throughout her family’s reconstructed castle.
Walking down the darkened corridor, her arm looped through her now fiance’s, Emma thought back over the last six months. Shortly after she and Killian had returned to the Enchanted Forest with King Liam and Queen Elsa, her parents and brother had come for a visit and taken them to the ruins of their castle in the northern part of Misthaven. Her mother’s and father’s tears as they all picked through the rubble of the wreckage the queen’s curse had wrought, pierced her heart so profoundly that the magic she hadn’t yet been trained in using bubbled up and burst out of her, restoring the palace to its former glory in moments. Her parent’s tears of sadness turned into tears of joy as they showed Emma, Killian, and Leo around the living quarters of the castle, including the room she’d been born in and what would have been her own nursery, as well as the Great Hall where her parents were married. The second time.
Since its restoration, her parents had been back several times for visits with her and Killian as well as to help Elsa with planning the betrothal ball. And now that it was over, Emma and Killian would be moving into the castle and taking their place as Regents over Misthaven while Snow and Charming remained in Storybrooke.
The hallway outside her chamber was deserted in the quiet, dark hours after midnight, so she had no compunction about spinning into Killian’s arms and drawing him close for a passionate kiss goodnight.
Emma moaned into his mouth as his hands freely roamed her body still wrapped in the damnable formal attire required for the evening’s festivities. What would she give for Killian to join her in her room tonight and make good on the promise he’d been teasing her with for the past six months? While they’d had many serious make-out sessions, he had insisted that since their relationship was a formal courtship, he would honor her, her parents, and the traditions of the Enchanted Forest and wait until they were wed before taking her to bed. But Emma was getting impatient. She swallowed his own moan when one hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck while the other rested upon his chest, her fingers tangling in the exposed hair. He pulled her even closer until every part of her body lined up with his before releasing her lips and peppering light and teasing kisses along her jaw and then down her neck. She leaned her head back to give him more access and raised her leg over his hip so she could grind against the growing hardness she found there.
“Oh, Swan,” he murmured in between sweet kisses along her collarbone. “How I love you. I can’t wait to make you mine.”
“So why don’t you come in and show me how you handle that sword of yours,” she whispered, before catching his lobe in between her teeth.
Killian groaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at her ministrations. “We’ve made it this far, Swan. We can make it for six more weeks.”
Emma pulled back from him and pouted. “But I don’t want to.” Reaching down, she cupped him through his trousers. “And you don’t really want to either,” she purred.
Killian lowered his head and touched his forehead to hers, staring into the jade green of her eyes that sparkled like emeralds in the dim light.
“No, I don’t,” he agreed, “but I will. You are worth that.” He placed a tender, chaste kiss upon her pouting lips and pulled away from his beloved. “I’ll see you in the morning, love.”
She graced him with a sultry smirk and a whispered Good night, Killian before opening her chamber door and closing it behind her.
Killian stood there a few moments more trying to bring to mind the reasons he had for waiting to make love with Emma. He couldn’t think of a single one. But it was also closing in on two in the morning and they both really needed their sleep. And by the time he saw her again, the immediate temptation currently seizing him would have passed.
He turned from her door and made his way toward his own chambers on the other end of the hallway. No subtlety there about keeping the betrothed couple separated, but at least it wasn’t on the other side of the castle.
The problem in his trousers wasn’t easing in the least by the time he arrived at his rooms and he knew he’d never be able to sleep without doing something about it.
~*~*~
Emma huffed as she lay in her bed unable to fall asleep. She was too keyed up. The entire evening had been magical. Everything she’d ever pictured in her mind’s eye growing up when her parents had shared tales with her about balls in the Enchanted Forest. The music, the dancing, the food, the beautiful gowns, her handsome fiance. Emma’s face broke into a grin and she bit her lower lip as she remembered being held in Killian’s arms all night, his blue, blue eyes darkening with desire as he twirled her around the dance floor.
In the months since they’d come to the Enchanted Forest, she’d had many dance lessons preparing her for tonight. She thought back to the first lesson and the way Killian’s eyes had shone with mischief when he assuaged her nervousness with the assurance that she only needed to pick a partner who knew what he was doing.
And Lord knew, Killian certainly knew what he was doing. The fire that he had started in her belly earlier in the evening had never completely died down and it was starting to heat up again as she thought about him and what he might be doing in his own chambers down the hall from her.
She huffed again in frustration. There was no real reason for them to restrain themselves now that the formal betrothal was in place. Plus the fact that they will be moving into the castle permanently in the next few days. They would be married in six weeks and she’d be damned if they were gonna sleep in separate bedrooms while living together and alone under the same roof.
She wasn’t going to wait any longer. Getting out of bed, she waved her hand and was enveloped in a swirl of white smoke.
She appeared in Killian’s chamber moments later and when the smoke cleared, she smirked at what she saw.
Killian lay spread out on his bed, his fist wrapped around his erect cock, so lost in his own pleasure, he didn’t even realize he was no longer alone.
She sauntered over to him, licking her lips in anticipation, her arousal flaming even higher before climbing on the bed with him. She could barely hold in her giggle as he jolted.
“Swan, what are you doing here?” he asked, eyes still glazed over and struggling to focus on her. She must have caught him very near his climax.
“I’m joining you, you dolt.” She slapped him lightly on his naked chest before reaching down and replacing his hand with her own. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as she started stroking him. After a few moments, he recovered himself and wrapped his hand around hers, halting her ministrations.
She turned puzzled eyes on him as his own bored into hers.
“Emma,” he breathed, “are you sure about this?”
As much as she was irritated with him earlier for rebuffing her advances, the intensity and sincerity she saw in his eyes now compelled her to take his question seriously. The love and devotion they shared between them demanded it. It was time to set aside the playful, flirtatious quip she’d been about to share and replace it with the same genuine consideration and honor that he’d always showered upon her.
“Killian, you know that I’m much better with actions than with words,” she imparted. “So while I know that I love you and I know that you know that I love you, I am much more comfortable expressing those sentiments through action.” She gazed up at him through her lashes as he cradled her face in his hands. “I know that I am not actually your wife at this moment,” she continued, “but I am yours in every way that matters. My heart and my soul belong to you and I want my body to belong to you, too. Please,” she begged, “make love to me, Killian.”
“As you wish, my love,” he murmured before capturing her lips with his own.
Emma melted into his embrace as he drew her closer until every part of her body lined up with his. The hard planes of his chest met the softness of her curves with only a flimsy white gown in between them. She wrapped her own arms around his torso and ran her hands up and down the muscles of his back, reveling in the strength she found there. This was the first time she had touched his bare skin like this and she found that she fervently desired to map every dip and plane of his body.
Through the haze of pleasure spreading over her and settling in her bones, she became aware of Killian’s fists gathering the fabric at the neck of her gown before the sound of a rip reached her ears and the cool air of the room kissed her heated skin that had been hidden underneath it.
Releasing her lips and rolling her onto her back, he began to work his way down her body, worshiping her with soft kisses and tender caresses as he whispered his love and praise into her skin. Emma felt that she would literally melt under his attentions as he made his way lower and lower. His face hovering over her center, she gazed down at him to see him utterly transfixed at her most intimate place. He licked his lips and she thought she would die at the fire and desire coloring his countenance.
The lightest of touches grazed her dripping folds and the surprised gasp that escaped her seemed to startle him as well.
“Is this alright, my love?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, “Please!”
Dropping her head back to the pillow, she nearly trembled in expectancy as his fingers trailed up and down her legs stoking the inferno inside her until she thought she would spontaneously combust into a pile of ash. Killian hummed before licking a long, loving stripe through her folds until he reached her clit. Swirling his tongue against the swollen bud, Emma thrashed beneath him as he drove her higher and higher. He plunged a finger into her depths, then added a second and a third in quick succession until she was riding his hand with abandon.
“Yes, Killian,” she cried, “YES!!!” She ground her hips into his face as she crested the wave of bliss that crashed over her, leaving her breathless and boneless in the aftermath.
“I am the most blessed man alive,” Killian murmured into her skin as he worked his way back up her body. “I get the privilege to watch you fall apart under my hands every day for the rest of my life.”
“Every day, huh,” Emma breathed.
“Every day,” he affirmed, placing a kiss on the side of her breast. “It is a responsibility that I will take most seriously.” He turned his head to her other breast and nuzzled it before placing a tender kiss on her dusky pink nipple and drawing it into the cavern of his mouth. He teased it to a sharp point before releasing it with a pop and hovering over her.
Emma was speechless at the love and adoration she saw in his eyes in the low light of the room. He lowered himself down and with the utmost tenderness and gentleness brushed her lips with his own. She reached up and burying her fingers in the raven strands, she drew him down into a passionate kiss until he was settled on top of her, his cock hitting her just where she needed him.
She thrust her hips into his, creating delicious friction as their hands and mouths continued their explorations.
“Killian,” she moaned, “I need you inside me, please,” she begged.
He apparently needed no other urging. Lining himself up, he pushed into her with a long, loud sigh of relief that she echoed.
“God, Emma,” he murmured, beginning to move, “you feel so good around me.”
The fire within her burned brighter as he slid from her depths only to push back in until he was fully seated within her. With a roll of his hips, Emma gasped as he hit that spot deep inside her that while she had heard of it, never experienced for herself. She tightened muscles around him and drew her legs up before wrapping them around his waist as he continued to pump into her.
She spiraled higher and higher as his hips met hers over and over again, chasing their mutual release. Finally, that exquisite torture released in a cascade of ecstasy that reached from her womb to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her walls clenched, drawing his own release from him into her welcoming depths.
Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around her love, she held onto him with all the strength within her.
“I love you, Killian,” she whispered before placing a kiss on his neck.
“And I love you, my Emma,” he replied. “To the end of our days.”
~*~*~
Almost 9 months later
“Ah, William,” Queen Snow gushed as the rotund man wearing the livery of Misthaven emerged from the portal that suddenly appeared in the lobby of the mayor’s office in Storybrooke. “Is everything alright? Is it time?” Snow asked anxiously. “Should I call the hospital and let them know Emma is on her way?”
“Your Majesty,” Smee said with a bow, “It is indeed time. But Her Highness’s labor has progressed so rapidly, she can’t be moved. The baby’s arrival is imminent and if you desire to be present for the birth, you must come now.”
“Charming,” Snow called, urgently. David came out of the office looking harried at the alarm in his wife’s voice.
“What is it, Snow?”
“The baby is coming. We have to go now,” Snow exclaimed.
“If Your Majesties would follow me please.”
Smee turned and led them into the portal. Moments later, Snow and Charming recognized the antechamber outside the suite where they had once slept and where Emma herself had been born.
Turning at the commotion at the other end of the room, Snow saw Liam and Elsa hurry through the door. Snow rushed over and gathered Elsa in her arms. Her embrace was returned just as tightly.
“Oh, Snow,” Elsa cried with relief evident in her tone, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I am, too,” she agreed.
Liam and David shook hands with wide smiles on their faces.
“Must be soon,” Liam observed, as he gathered his wife back to his side.
A frown furrowed on Charming’s brow. “Isn’t it too soon, though?” he asked.
Snow and Elsa shared a quick, knowing glance.
“No, it’s not too soon, dear,” she appeased her husband. “Emma and the baby will be just fine.”
Just at that moment, Killian himself came through the door carefully holding a small bundle in his arms. Joyful gasps and cries escaped everyone gathered.
“Shh, shh, shhhh,” he admonished, quietly. He approached his loved ones and moved the blanket aside so they could all gaze upon the newest member of the royal family.
“Awww,” Snow cooed. “Boy or girl?”
“A girl,” the proud father informed her. “Her name is…”
“No, no, no, no!” Snow and Elsa exclaimed in unison.
“You have to wait for the naming ceremony! Right, Elsa?” Elsa nodded her agreement.
“Naming ceremony?” Killian asked, incredulous.
“Yes, the naming ceremony.” The Queen positively beamed. “Elsa and I will begin planning right away.”
Killian rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell! Another ball…”
The End
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