(This is it, the final piece, the end. I feel kinda sad because it was so much fun to write this but yep, this is it. Hope you enjoy!)

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epilogue

She wakes up to fingers brushing along her side, tingling her awake softly and she makes a noise between a muffled laughter and a groan, turning in his arms so they are lying face to face.

Her eyes are still closed when she feels his breath dancing over her lips before he presses his to her throat, peppering her skin with soft butterfly kisses, nuzzling her jaw, tickling her with his scruff and she giggles, cracking one of her eyes open.

"Good morning," he breathes and she scrunches up her nose as his morning breath hits her. "Ugh, Killian," she complains and he chuckles, kissing the tip of her nose.

"Sorry, love, only human, remember?" he smirks and she grimaces before she tilts her head, her lips melting into his.

He kisses her softly, sweetly and she feels her heart stuttering in her chest, feels how his hand moves from her side to her back, pulling her closer, feels how he turns until he's lying on his back, with her on top of him. While her hands move to cup his face, his other hand moves to her thigh, pulling it over his hips until she's straddling him.

Emma breaks away from his lips, touching his forehead with hers, opening her eyes again. He smiles up at her radiantly, like she is the most beautiful thing in the world, like she is everything he ever wanted. And it makes her heart skip a beat when she realizes that, to him, she is.

"Good morning," he whispers and she smiles before she pulls her face up to hers, sealing his lips with a kiss that quickly turns from soft to heated and passionate in less than a few seconds.

He parts his lips, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and she moans, her body reacting on its own, her hips rolling into his on their own accord and he lets go of her lip as he opens his mouth, a low groan escaping her throat.

"Emma," he breathes and she smirks down at him, rolling her hips one more time and he grunts, hands flying from her back to her hips, fingers digging into her skin. "You're going to be the death of me."

"I intend to have some fun with you before you die, Jones," he smirks and this time he is the one who rocks his hips into hers, causing her to fall forward and kiss him again with a soft whimper.

He takes the hem of her large sleeping t-shirt in his hands and pulls it upward and she breaks away from him, allowing him to pull off her top. When she leans down to kiss him again she feels his arousal brush over core and her desire doubling until it's almost unbearable. But then again it's not, because she knows he is the one who will eventually bring her the release she craves for.

He flips them over with a thrust of his hips and then she's lying on her back, with him hovering above her, her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing behind his back and he kisses her harder than before, making her arch into him while he stifles her moans with his mouth.

Her hands wander from his face, down his upper body before they settle on the waistband of the sweatpants he sleeps in.

She is about to shove them down when the door bell rings and they break apart, frowning at each other.

"Are you expecting someone?" he asks, his voice low and filled with desire.

"I- No, I'm not." She briefly pauses, frown deepening. "Are you?"

He furrows his brows.

"Why should they come here?"

Emma chuckles before she briefly pecks him, smiling up at him brightly.

"Because you basically live here."

"I don't," he denies, wearing the same smile on his lips.

"You do," she grins, leaning up to peck him briefly.

The door bell rings again and Killian sighs, rolling down from her and she swears underneath her breath - "Jesus fucking Christ" - making him pinch her side lightly because he might be just a man now but he still believes in god and he isn't particularly fond those curses. Emma only rolls her eyes and reaches for her shirt, pulling it over her head before she gets out of bed, quickly putting on some socks before she makes a bee-line for the interphone next to the door.

"Hello?" she asks, making a half turn when she hears Killian's footsteps right behind her.

He snakes his arms around her waist, his lips descending on her neck and she suppresses a throaty moan.

"Emma. It's us!"

Her mouth falls open and she feels Killian freeze before she turns to face him and they continue to stare at each other for a few seconds before Emma can find it herself to answer her mother.

"Mom, dad, what are you doing here?" she inquires almost harshly.

She can feel the color drain from her face, feels panic taking a hold of her because they don't know about Killian and her, they don't even know that she has a boyfriend and there is no way out of the building, they have to pass each other and goddammit.

"We were around so we decided to visit," her father says nonchalantly and Emma arches one eyebrow, scrunching up her nose.

"You were "around"," she states skeptically. "So you couldn't call or anything?"

"No. We wanted to surprise you, aren't you gonna let us- Oh wait, it's one of your neighbors, she'll let us up - thank you, Miss - we'll be up in a minute, Emma!"

The blond disconnects the interphone call and turns around to face Killian again.

"They gonna kill us. First me, then you, and then me again."

He's leaning against her kitchen counter, his face just as pale as hers. She can see him shaking slightly and she knows she must be too because she can feel her heart leaping in her throat and her heart beating furiously in her chest and god, she's so nervous.

"They won't. They love you too much for that. But your father will have no problem with killing me."

She laughs - it sounds nervous, but it's a laugh - and steps closer to him, cupping his face.

"I won't let this happen."

He lifts his hands, placing them over hers and sighs.

"What are we going to do?" he sighs and she sighs too.

"We have to tell them. I don't want to hide," she murmurs.

He drops his head to hers until their foreheads are touching.

"I don't want to hide either," he agrees softly, bumping his nose into hers.

"So we tell them?"

He nods but when there is a knock on the door all of their confidence falters and they exchange a quick gaze before he storms towards the bed room while Emma moves towards the front door. They quickly exchange another glance and he shuts one door while she opens the other.

"Emma!" her mother smiles the moment the door swings open.

Not a moment later Emma feels two arms wrapping around her and her mother embraces her tightly.

"It's so good to see you!" Mary Margaret breathes in her ear and Emma smiles, still very nervously, but it's a genuine smile nonetheless.

"You too," she replies, breaking away from her mother to hug her father instead.

When her dad finally lets go off her - after holding her in his arms and cradling her head like he always does - Emma clears her throat.

"Why don't you- Why don't you come in?"

They enter her apartment and for the moment Emma closes the door behind the three of them she feels okay, but then her gaze falls on the closed bed room door and her heart drops into her gut.

"Emma, hun, you don't mind me using your bathroom, do you?" her mother asks, running one of her hands through her short black hair.

"Of course I don't," she smiles.

Her mother walks into her bath room while David settles on the kitchen counter just like Killian has done before.

"So, you are doing okay?" David asks, smiling openly at his daughter.

"I am doing fine and you know that because you call me at least once a week. So why are you really here?" the blond replies, turning on the coffee maker, taking almost taking four mugs before she remembers that her parents don't know about Killian - who is hiding in their bed room, bloody hell, her life's still messed up - so she reaches past Killian's mug and takes out two different coffee mugs.

She's just about to fill the cups with the fresh coffee when he mother comes back from the bathroom, a frown on her face.

"Mom? Everything alright?"

Still frowning Mary Margaret looks up from the floor and at her twenty-year old daughter.

"Why do you have two toothbrushes in your bathroom? And an after shave - for men?" she asks and Emma blushes, running one of her hands over her face. "Is there anything you haven't told us, Emma Ruth Nolan?"

The blond grimaces at her full name, tilting her head back with a sigh.

"Fine. I have a boyfriend. Happy?" she grumbles.

When she tilts her head back her father is standing right in front of her, his arms crossed in front of his chest. She quickly looks around for her mother and finds her walking torwards her bed room.

"I suppose when I open this door I will find your boyfriend's clothes too?" Mary Margaret asks, pursing her lips.

"Mom, don't-" Emma starts but the woman with the pixie hair cut ignores her and opens the door anyways.

Relief washes over Emma when she doesn't see Killian immediately but she should know better.

"Hello, Mrs. Nolan," a smooth, accented voice says and out of the shadows of her bed room steps Killian - fully clothed, thank the lord.

"Killian Jones," her mother practically hisses, her gaze flickers from Emma to Killian and then back again. "You- You and him, Emma, what on earth?" she growls.

Emma glances over at her father whose features are indecipherable before she looks back at Killian who's scratching the back of his ear sheepishly, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

"Am I right when I assume that you're with him for quite some time now?" David asks calmly - too calmly - and Emma immediately tenses.

She knows that tone - it's the same one her father had used the day she had brought her first boyfriend back home - and it certainly does not bode well for anybody.

"I- I've been seeing him for three months now," she admits in a small voice and watches David clench his jaw.

"And before then? Back in Storybrooke when he was a seminarian?" he inquires.

"We weren't seeing each other then," Killian cuts in, stepping out of the bedroom and moving towards Emma.

He isn't lying - but he's not telling the truth either but Emma is more than thankful for that, she really doesn't want her parents to know about that one time at the diner or in the sacristy.

"Emma?" he mother growls.

"It's the truth," Emma replies with an exhausted sigh. "Though I did have feelings for him," she adds as an afterthought - maybe that would make this a little bit more believable.

"And you?" David asks Killian.

"Your daughter is one of the reasons I abandoned my studies," he confesses, now merely a few steps away from Emma.

He reaches out for her and she immediately takes his hand in hers, their fingers entwining on their own accord. Mary Margaret watches the intimate gesture with narrow eyes, exchanging a quick glance with her husband who looks like he is about to throw a punch at Killian.

"Emma, we'll just go," her mother says, taking David's hand in hers and pulling him towards the front door. "The next time we'll call."

"Bye," Emma yells after them but the door is already falling shut behind them.

They stand there frozen for another few seconds, holding hands, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the back of her hand.

"That went... just... fine," Emma finally breaks the silence, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"At least they didn't kill either one of us," he says and Emma sighs.

"If mom didn't stop him, dad would have punched you," Emma mumbles and Killian sighs, pulling her closer until she is wrapped up in his arms.

"But he didn't." He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, trying to ease her frown. "It will all work out eventually."

This time Emma sighs, snuggling closer to him.

"How can you have so much faith?" she whispers before she abruptly lifts her head from his chest and glares up at him. "You were going to be a priest of course you have faith."

He laughs, his hands traveling from her waist to her face and he leans down and kisses her softly. She reluctantly returns his kiss, her mind still occupied with the recent events, but when he lifts her on top of the kitchen counter, lips pressing against hers insistently she can't help but get caught up in his kisses, his caresses and she wraps her arms around his neck, crossing her ankles behind his back and he lifts her up again, carrying her towards the bedroom. She breaks away from his lips to frown at him, a soft smile on her lips.

"What are you doing?" she whispers and he smirks up at her before he drops her to the bed unceremoniously.

"Celebrating that we're still alive." he replies before he joins her on the bed.

Even though she has never been particularly religious in this moment she thanks every deity she knows for making this man hers because every time he presses his lips against hers her worries fade away more and more until she doesn't even remember them.

Hours later, after they are both sated and exhausted Emma notices the blinking of her phone that signals that she has a message. With Killian's arm wrapped around her she unlocks the screen, a smile spreading across her lips as she reads her mother's message.

As long as you're happy, we are happy too, even if we don't approve of your choice YET.