Author Note: I'm never letting them get married again but as promised, the final chapter; wedding and smut included. G!P again, sorry, but not really.

Despite her reservations, Emma wore a grin as she admired herself in the full-length mirror. The armour Regina had provided for her was surprisingly light, almost feeling as though it were a second skin rather than the hulking monstrosity she mistook it for. She had been worried she would have trouble walking in it, only to find she barely felt it once it was on.

As unnecessary as she thought it all was, she had to admit Regina knew exactly what she was doing. Emma wasn't generally the sort of person to give in to vanity, but even she couldn't deny how good she looked in that moment. The handmaidens sent to her dressing chamber had spent what felt like hours playing with her hair and the result were the twin weaves visible on either side of her head, joined in the middle and intricately woven into the braid that rested along her spine.

For the first time in over ten years, she was as close as she would ever come to resembling the Princess her parents had wanted her to be, and the thought brought a smirk to her lips. Snow White would have an apoplectic fit at the sight of her.

Daydream interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door, she sighed wistfully and her gaze cut to the one handmaiden that remained as she gestured for the girl to answer it.

Two familiar voices drifted into the room and Emma turned, smiling as she caught sight of James and Misha arguing back and forth. Regina had introduced them as soon as they arrived, and she'd had no qualm announcing them as Emma's family to the visiting King. James's wince hadn't escaped anyone's notice, but it seemed he and Misha were fast becoming friends in the hour or two since their meeting.

Both men stopped talking as they came to stand before her and James's mouth fell open, eyes widening in surprise. A moment of silence passed before he managed to pick his jaw up off the ground. "Emma, you look…"

He trailed off, apparently at a loss as he simply stared at her. Misha chuckled and stepped forward. "As beautifully dangerous as ever," he finished, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek while James nodded dumbly.

"Thanks, Pops," she replied with a small grin, eyes full of mirth as she turned them on James and added, "You too, Dad."

As intended, the title snapped him out of it and he took both of her hands in his, bringing them to his lips and kissing her knuckles. She squeezed them, accepting his love and support for her despite the little voice in her head that reminded her she had yet to forgive him for the part he played, or failed to play, in her life.

Clearing the sudden lump from her throat, she reclaimed her hands and offered them both a smile as she questioned, "It's time?"

Non-traditional was the word her Council used to describe their ceremony. Tolerable had been Emma's, while Regina thought the entire thing rather quaint. It was worlds apart from what she went through during her first marriage, and that was just fine with her. Most of the decision making had been left up to the blonde—the number of guests, the musicians, the food. The one thing Regina had decided, the only thing she wanted to decide, was their choice of dress.

While most couples wore their best finery, Regina had taken her Council's claim of non-traditional and ran with it. She wouldn't again be caught dead in the innocent little virgin type dress she was forced to wear the first time, and with the armour she had crafted her Consort, she thought what better outfit to wear than the one that spoke of who she was. Simply put, Emma would not only become her wife, but her Knight and who better to stand beside a Knight than the woman who made her such to begin with.

Dressed almost entirely in black and with her head held high, the Evil Queen strode purposefully through the small gathering of people seated to each side of her private garden. Black bodice, black leather pants and four inch heel boots made up her ensemble, the only sign of colour being that of the cloak draped across her shoulders, flowing down her back in a morbid illusion of a bloodied waterfall.

The whole effect was somewhat ruined by the boy beside her, his grin wide as he escorted her to the front, but Regina wouldn't have had it any other way. Andrew had decided that if she was going to be the Evil Queen, then he would be a Knight like his mother—one of her Heartless, to be precise; outfitted in what was likely the smallest suit of armour to ever have been crafted, helm held beneath his arm.

When she reached the small dais where they would each speak their vows, a light tune began to play and as she turned, her breath caught in her throat. She had known what Emma would wear as she came down the aisle—she had created it, after all—but no matter how vivid her imagination, she was not prepared for the sight that sent clear, painfully familiar signals all throughout her body. She had half a mind to cancel the wedding then and there, to whisk Emma off to their chamber where she would spend the rest of the night—the rest of her life showing Emma exactly how beautiful she was in that moment.

Licking her lips, she could almost feel her eyes darken as Emma met her gaze and smiled. It wasn't the shy sort of smile where someone had caught you looking, one that preceded the flush of cheeks. It was temptation—a dare to give in to that most base desire. Emma was aware of how she looked, knew the effect she was having on the Queen, and she relished the attention she was receiving for it.

Emma wore her confidence well and Regina fell in love with the blonde all over again, placing a hand over her stomach as realization slammed into her gut. The spirited, uncouth, rebellious, infuriating and oh so challenging woman she had met in the tavern was about to become her wife, her consort. Her happiness was almost complete and to think that mere minutes earlier, she had allowed doubt to claw its way into her mind and settle firmly in her thoughts.

Never in the years leading up to their meeting had she ever thought she would marry again. After Leopold, the idea of binding herself to someone so thoroughly was enough to make her physically ill. Yet there she stood, excited and more than eager to accept a lifetime with the woman who had stolen her heart in every way possible.

Feeling the small hand in her own squeeze gently, her eyes snapped down to the boy beside her. She easily matched the excitement in his expression, the grin on the cusp of releasing finally emerging as she looked back to Emma who reached the dais at the same time, Misha and James on either side with ready smiles.

"My Queen," Emma breathed, eyes struggling to remain connected to her own as the blonde resisted the urge to stare at her chest.

Regina smirked, holding out her hand as she replied, "My love." Fingers glided teasingly over her palm, and she bit her lip as her chest warmed with affection—adoration—the unabashed lust and love that she felt for this woman.

Tearing her gaze from the Queen, Emma glanced down at her son and grinned. "So much for being her little Prince," she joked.

"A Prince can be a Knight," he insisted a little too loudly, and blushed as the outburst drew forth numerous chuckles before he mumbled, "Sorry."

Smiling down at him, Regina brushed a hand over his head. "You are my Prince, my Knight and though I have thought of you as such for a while now, you will soon be my son in more than heart."

He beamed and then turned to Emma, sticking his tongue out at her, which caused even more laughter to flow through the air. Emma smiled, shaking her head at him before she looked to the fairy chosen to officiate their ceremony.

The blonde—Tinkerbelle, she recalled—smiled softly. "Shall we start?" she questioned.

Emma nodded and at the slight incline of Regina's head, the fairy began. "Lords and Ladies, you have been asked here today to witness the sacred joining between Queen Regina and Princess Emma, to share in their joy as they declare their love for one another."

"If anyone can show just cause, why they should not be joined, by the Laws of the Realm; let them now speak, or else hereafter keep silent for all time."

Tinkerbelle grinned as she added, "Lest it not be overlooked, however, there is rumour among the Queen's people that any such scurrilous objector shall be later set on fire today at the feast for the entertainment and amusement of the Lords and Ladies in attendance, and more importantly; the Queen."

Daring a glance to Regina as almost everyone laughed, Emma smirked as she noted the brunette attempting to hold in her own laughter. Between herself and Tinkerbelle, who she discovered had known Regina for many years, they decided since she didn't want any input on the ceremony, that they would have a little fun at her expense despite objections from the members of the Queen's council.

When the mirth died down, Tinkerbelle continued, "There being no objections, let us continue. Swear you now there is no reason known to you that this union should not proceed."

"I do swear," Emma replied.

Tracing the back of her hand with thumb, Regina smiled and said, "There is none."

"Do you Princess Emma take unto thyself as wife Her Majesty, Queen Regina and pledge unto her before these witnesses to be her protector, defender and sure resort, to obey, honour and sustain her, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, with all thy worldly powers, to cherish and forsake all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"

"I do."

"Do you Queen Regina take unto thyself Her Highness, Princess Emma to be thy rightful wife and pledge unto her before these witnesses to honour and cherish her, to cleave unto her, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, be her one true and lasting counsellor and solace, and forsake all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"

"I do," Regina echoed.

Palms held out in front of her toward the sky, both watched as their rings glowed a faint green and Tinkerbelle spoke, "I bless these rings which Princess Emma and Queen Regina have set apart to be visible signs of the inward, spiritual and magical bond which unites their hearts. As they give and receive these rings, may they testify to the world of the covenant made between them."

Taking a ring, Emma bit her lip as she turned to Regina and raised their joined hands. "Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you," she said, slipping the ring onto the Queen's finger.

Smiling, Regina retrieved the second ring and repeated, "Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you."

Emma breathed a content sigh and offered the brunette an encouraging smile, knowing what was to come next as Regina placed a hand on her chest. "You are the light of my life," Regina said.

As she spoke, the armour Emma wore shimmered a dark purple. "Woven into this armour, imbued within its very metal, are all my hopes, my desires and dreams of love and of happiness, and you have fulfilled every one."

"You are my True Love, the other half of my soul…" The armour glowed bright, almost blinding in its intensity before it vanished and Emma gasped, feeling the rush of power flow through her body as Regina growled, "But most of all; you are mine."

"Yours," Emma breathed, eyes darkened by lust as they dropped to the Queen's mouth.

Regina smirked, slowly closing what little space remained between them as she urged, "Hurry, Tinkerbelle."

Clearing her throat, Tinkerbelle declared, "Queen Regina and Princess Emma, I now pronounce you Wife and Wife, you may…"

Emma surged forward, cutting the fairy off as she captured plump red lips and Regina chuckled deep within her chest, knowing the effect the claim would have and glad she hadn't warned the blonde as Emma seemingly tried to devour her whole.

"Ugh, Moms," Andrew whined, darting over to Tinkerbelle where he hid his face in her dress. She patted his shoulder in sympathy and turned him toward the Palace.

"Let's leave your mothers to…" Tinkerbelle paused, glancing back to the two still locked at the lips. "Uh that and go enjoy the feast with everyone else," she said, raising her voice with the suggestion so that everyone else knew to follow.

While Emma had wanted a small, quiet ceremony, the celebrations afterwards were another matter entirely. Hand in hand, the newlyweds strolled into the dining hall where tables were lined from wall to wall and people from all over the realm had gathered to congratulate and celebrate the joyous occasion.

Supposedly.

Forever the pessimist, Regina doubted none but a select few were there for anything more than the food and drink. Nobles and peasants alike had gathered to gossip among themselves while Regina and Emma pledged their lives to one another in private, the remnants of conversations drifting away as the loud thump of weapons preceded the announcement of the Queen and her Consort's arrival.

Having been denied the continuance of that breath-taking kiss when she suggested skipping the festivities in favour of whisking Emma off to their bedchamber, Regina headed straight for her throne, snatching a goblet of wine from a passing tray while Emma stayed back to mingle with the guests.

She watched as the blonde seamlessly wove her way through the crowd, fighting the scowl that wanted to explode across her face as time withered away—wasted, in her opinion. Her expression lightened whenever she spotted the little boy—still proudly wearing his armour—but for the most part, her brow furrowed more and more until a frown slipped passed her mask of bored indifference.

It was during her third—or maybe her fourth drink, that she stopped pouting long enough to begin the feast. Joined by Charming, Misha, Gigi and the three boys, Emma was last to the table but the second she sat down, Regina found her mood lifted considerably with the return of her Princess at her side.

Motioning for another refill when she realised her cup was once again empty, Regina started as Emma placed a hand on her thigh and leaned over. "If you still want that private celebration later, you might want to rethink another," she murmured teasingly.

Distracted as the hand stroked higher, Regina was too late to prevent the servant from refilling her cup but watched as Emma plucked the drink from in front of her and downed it herself. Seeing her glazed expression, Emma smirked and continued her meal while the hand remained, kneading the soft tissue of Regina's inner thigh through tight leather pants.

Bursting through the door to their bedchamber, Regina and Emma fell into their room as they hungrily attacked each other's mouths. Sober and entirely too aroused for patience or rational thought, Regina tore, snapped and clawed the clothes from their bodies, not once breaking their kiss as they tumbled onto the bed.

Legs entwined, hands wandered and hips rolled as every nerve in Regina's body screamed finally. Her wife was finally hers; to adore and cherish—to love and fuck to her hearts content or until one or both passed out from exhaustion. She moaned as hands palmed the cheeks of her ass and nails dug into flesh, capturing the tongue in her mouth with a hard suck and nip of teeth before she forced her lips from the blonde's and descended.

Emma arched her back with a groan as teeth sank into her pulse, pain and pleasure mingling as a thigh connected strongly with her sex. Regina bit and sucked at flesh, marking a trail from neck to shoulder and basking in the sounds her ministrations drew forth as Emma writhed beneath her. Her need to claim—to possess the blonde was visceral and she wanted the world to know just who Emma belonged to beyond the vine-twisted platinum bands that adorned their fingers.

Pulling back and pushing up on hands and knees, Regina admired her handiwork and grinned down at the blonde who wore an indulgent smile. Emma raised a hand, tracing lips with the pad of her thumb and the smile widened as Regina snapped her teeth in warning.

"Someone's in a mood," Emma teased, hand sliding to the back of her neck as the other grabbed the Queen's hip, encouraging the rocking motion of the thigh between her legs.

"It's all your fault," Regina said with a pout. "Teasing me with that kiss, and then not letting me drink while you sexually assaulted me under the table."

Emma released a throaty laugh before biting her lip, the imagery the words created in her mind causing her to slicken further. "I didn't hear you complaining at the time," she said, coaxing the brunette back down for another kiss.

"I could barely think let alone complain," Regina murmured against her mouth, silencing another laugh as she claimed her lips.

Emma slipped an arm around her waist and rolled them, grinding down as she moved a hand to Regina's chest, cupping her breast, pinching and teasing the nipple to a hardened point. Simultaneous moans sounded as nails pierced the skin of her back and Emma increased the thrust of her hips, coating Regina's thigh with her arousal.

Within seconds, she cried out as Regina shoved a hand between them and drove into her; three fingers deep. Emma swore as their lips parted, overwhelmed by the sudden stretch and feeling of fullness as she buried her face in the crook of Regina's neck, walls milking fingers for all their worth as Regina fucked her hard and fast.

"I want to feel you come all over my hand," Regina purred into her ear. "I want to feel your tight, hot little pussy contract around my fingers and then you're going to change for me." Regina pressed a thumb to her clit and grinned as Emma whimpered. "You're going to conjure that nice, thick cock of yours and fuck me until I can no longer walk."

As much as she enjoyed every aspect of sex with Regina, there wasn't anything Emma loved more than being inside her and she groaned, biting down on Regina's shoulder as her stomach tightened and memories of wet, tight warmth filled her head.

"Oh my love," Regina drawled, her husky laughter filling the room. Emma gasped and her head snapped up as she felt the tug between her legs. "So eager to have me wrapped around you, you couldn't even finish."

Emma rose onto her elbows and raised her hips, staring down their bodies at the hand curled around the shaft protruding from between her legs. She shook her head, meeting Regina's gaze, expression contrite as she opened her mouth. "I'm—"

Another tug stilled the apology on the tip of her tongue and her hips jerked as Regina started stroking her cock. "I suppose I will have to content myself with having you come in my hand," she said, placing a hand between breasts and shoving Emma onto her back.

Licking her lips, Regina curled her fist around the shaft, fingers still slick from being inside the blonde as she began pumping her hand.

Emma's mouth fell open with a guttural groan, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her need to come returned in full force. "Ride me," she moaned, hips thrusting into the hand, thoughts no longer under her control as she tried and failed to bring to mind the feel of being inside Regina.

Regina smirked. "Later," she said, rubbing the tip of her cock, loving the feel of it throbbing within her hand

"Please," Emma begged, and when that didn't work, her voice hardened. "Regina."

"You were the one who promised to obey, my dear," Regina chuckled and bowed her head, following the path of her thumb with the broad stroke of her tongue and moaning at the taste.

"Please," Emma whined as she resisted grabbing the back of her head and fisted the furs beneath them.

"Hush," Regina chided, amusement in her voice as she added, "Come like a good little girl and I promise you can fuck me as much as you want."

It was a promise that guaranteed almost instantaneous obedience as Emma stiffened, and with a few more jerks of her fist, Regina's name fell from the blonde's lips in one, long moan as Regina guided the cock to her chest and Emma's essence painted her breasts.

"Mmm," Regina hummed, releasing Emma as she swiped a thumb over her nipple and sucked it into her mouth, tasting her wife for the second of what she knew would be many times throughout the night before she was done with her. "Here I thought I was doing the claiming and now I'm covered in you."

Emma grinned as she rasped, "You're going to be the death of me."

Regina smirked, thoughts turning to the armour she'd imbued as she straddled Emma's waist and closed her eyes. "Not for a long, long time, my love."

The End