Epilogue

"MEMMA!"

"What!" Emma came running down the stairs to find Henrietta standing there, her lithe figure dressed in a soft aquamarine dress. Her hair was braided down over her shoulder and her shoes were in her hand but there was one problem with this vision. There were tears running down her face. "What's wrong?!"

"Remus has come down with the flu and he can't accompany me to the ball!" Emma felt her eyes rolling. She didn't approve of Etta's date, having walked in on one too many Teddy and Victoire tongue twisters in her early years. Suffice it to say, that she had given Etta a very thorough talking to when the Yule Ball came up. She was fifteen, but then again, Emma had been too when Etta came along. And Remus Harry Lupin was not the ideal beau for her daughter.

"You'll be fine, Etta," Emma answered, pulling her daughter in for a careful hug. She didn't need hair problems on top of everything else. "You don't need a man to make you beautiful."

"No," she sighed, her tears subsiding against her mother's chest. "But it does help."

"Woman!" Killian's voice came down the stairs, "Where the blazes is my vest!"

Emma tried not to cringe as she thought of where it was. Sitting in her pile of mending after the last ministry function they'd attended where she had proceeded to rip most of his clothing off him. Thankfully, his robes had survived her lustful assault. His vest hadn't.

"Are you okay?" Emma whispered, pulling back to look Etta in the eyes, carefully reading her daughter's expression.

"I'll be fine," she answered honestly, and Emma continued, "Go and finish getting ready while I sort out, Killian."

Just then they heard a scream of expletives and a loud bang from upstairs as Killian tripped over something.

"Stop being such a pansy, Dad!" Etta called up the stairs towards him and he yelled back through his pain.

"Etta, I'm an old man," he whined back.

Emma rolled her eyes as Etta scampered off to apply her makeup. Clasping the gold handrail, she made her way past the mountains of books towards the room that her and Killian shared. Standing in the doorway, she watched him struggling with his bow-tie. When he finally noticed her, he gave her a pleading pout and said, "Please, Swan?"

Emma gave a roll of her eyes as a happy smile came to her lips. Walking forward, she began to undo the mess he'd made as she whispered, "You don't have to call me that anymore."

"Well, if I call you Mrs. Jones, this night will end before it's even begun, love," he answered, eyebrow quirking. "Speaking of this dreaded night, why aren't you dressed?"

Emma blushed. She'd been foolishly hoping to avoid telling him – and avoid going to the event. She had promised to chaperone, but to be honest she wasn't in the mood.

"I erm, I don't want to go," she murmured, avoiding his eye.

"Emma," he pleaded, his hand finding her waist and rubbing soothing circles on her waist. "You look beautiful no matter what you wear. You could go dressed in a paper bag and you'd look beautiful."

"I won't," she whispered, finishing the bow tie and finally looking up to him. "You weren't there last time…"

"Emma," Killian breathed, his forehead lowering to hers as his voice took on the tone he reserved for her. "Emma, you are beautiful. Our child makes you no less beautiful than you were four months ago."

"But I'm showing," she answered with a frown, feeling his hands drift over her sweater towards the rounded bulge of her stomach.

"And you are allowed to," Killian breathed, his hands moving up to cup her face. "Our baby is growing inside of you and you are the most amazing woman for letting me share your life these past thirteen years."

"I don't think I would've gotten through them without you," Emma admitted, looking up at him carefully before brushing her lips over his. "I love you," she whispered.

He took her lips in his and gave her a searing kiss before pulling away, leaving her breathless and in a serious state of want.

"Now," he began, his voice gaining a slight husk, "I want to see you in that red dress so that after we're finished at midnight, I can bring you back here to this room and ravish you until it's all worth it."

"Why do you do that," Emma moaned, feeling his breath warm upon her face. "Now I don't want to leave," she admitted.

"Well then hurry," he seemed just as affected as she was, "So we can get back sooner."

"You're a cruel man, Killian Jones," she sighed, stepping away from him.

"Comes with being Headmaster, love," he answered, grinning at her retreating back.

"Rather you than me," she called back.

"I have work on Monday," Emma sighed as she lowered her head to her husband's shoulder, thinking about it. She didn't mind being out in the field working with the muggle and auror offices, but she hated being inside. "I hate office work."

"Ah, but we don't want to put our little Prince in harms way, do we Swan?"

"Mrs Jones," she answered, practically glaring at him until she saw his eyes darken.

"We still have ten minutes of this bloody dance left, darling, so don't tempt me. We're meant to be setting a good example to the students."

"Let the other teachers do that," Emma smirked, her hair covering where she was grazing her teeth over his pulse point.

"Please, Emma," he groaned. At the proximity of the two of them, Emma could feel the hardness growing against her hip. "Stop."

Emma sighed leaving him be, "I suppose."

"You are going to pay for this upstairs, woman," he answered, as they danced off the floor towards the teachers' table where they watched the kids going back to their rooms.

Killian had doubled the spells on all the rooms, that and he'd also dosed the butterbeer with a tablespoon of sleeping draught. It wouldn't knock them out, but it would prevent any extracurricular activities going on.

Despite his teenage years, he was a very responsible adult.

By the time the Great Hall was cleared out, Killian was desperate to get back to their room. Etta had already said goodnight earlier, heading out with her best friends to go and debrief in their dorm. And he left Neville to overlook the band pack-up, farewelling all the teachers who gave them a knowing look.

"How was the ball, Killian?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly as they entered his office.

"Fantastic, Albus," Killian answered, "Tiring, I will say. Although, admittedly I only had to deal with the Hogwarts kids rather than the three schools combined."

"Indeed," he chuckled. "Enjoy your well earned rest," he bade with a sparkle through his half-moon glasses."

"I will never get used to how creepy that is," Emma mumbled as they walked up the stairs. The minute she stepped into the room, Killian grabbed her hips and spun her around. However much their desire had ebbed in the last twenty minutes, it was back tenfold now. He pressed his lips upon hers desperately, pulling her body flush against his so she could feel the immediate reaction he always had to her.

"Killian," she breathed, closing the door behind them as he hoisted her upwards, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pushed her shoes off using his back as a weight. Her moan as he latched his lips onto her neck sent a jolt of desire through him. And when he laid her on their bed he groaned at her disheveled appearance. Red dress hoisted up around her hips, straps falling down, blonde hair splayed about her in a blonde halo.

"You're bloody gorgeous, Swan," Killian breathed, watching as she brought her finger to trace along the edge of her cleavage, teasing him.

"Get naked, Professor Jones," she ordered and he faltered at her words.

"Fuck, Swan, I should've been an auror for longer," he groaned, shucking his robes and shirt off in a very quick minute, followed swiftly by his pants. "We could have had office fucks, and closet interludes. We could have uncovered some of those Department of Mysteries mysteries, eh? No, I just hate it when you work late."

"Well, you certainly know how to make the times when I don't work much – ah! – better." His lips were tracing her dress as he reached for the zipper at the side. Unable to find it, he finally just waved his hand so that she was bare beneath him and latched his mouth on her overly sensitive nipples.

"I will wait up for you every night if you let me do this to you," Killian whispered in between kisses as he trailed his lips down her body, his fingers delving into the crevice between her legs with a practiced ease. "You are like a drug to me, your scent is euphoric."

"You've been reading poetry again," Emma breathed as he furthered his path, his tongue meeting his fingers. Emma let out a loud gasp that turned into a deep moan. "Fuck."

He entered her with two fingers, following her body's needs as she ground down onto him. He chuckled before adding a third finger and stretching her further. "I want you so much, Emma."

"I need you," she groaned, reaching for his hair and tugging him upwards even as she continued to ride his fingers. A sheen of sweat coated her writhing body, and he knew he'd been ignoring his throbbing member for too long but it was worth it to see her come undone beneath him. "Please, Killian. I always need you."

But when she begged him…even a stronger man couldn't resist.

He hovered over her, kissing her passionately as he entered her, letting out a sigh of relief as her warmth tightened around him. "I love you," he whispered as he began to move, gentle thrusts that he accompanied with soft kisses and tender touches. There was a significant difference to the way Killian Jones fucked and the way he made love.

But with Emma, there was no way to tell them apart. Because even when they were rough, when she was on her knees and he was plunging into her from behind or when things got incredibly kinky – she knew, and he knew, that what they shared was love.

"I love you," Emma whispered, clutching at the back of his neck as she stared him dead in the eye, "So so much…"

Her back arched as she came abruptly, her walls tightening around him and making him seize up as he came inside of her before slumping down beside her, careful not to squish the baby.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Are we going to do this until the sun comes up?" Killian grinned, feathering kisses along her brow.

"Depends," Emma yawned curling into his side, her hand trailed over her chest delicately, "Think you can last that long?"

"Somehow, I know that you won't," Killian chuckled, "Sleep, Emma."

"I just need a few minutes," she murmured, already fading off into sleep. "Do you think Etta had fun?"

"She did," Killian answered, feeling his own eyes closing. "See you in the morning, love."

"Just a few minutes…"

Killian and Emma Jones slept through to morning where they made love all over again, both doing the walk of shame past the portraits the next morning. Killian merely laughed at it now though. After all, he'd been DADA teacher for five years and headmaster for almost three years. And they'd been married for two. The portraits were under no false pretenses. They knew where their baby had come from.

A baby that came along five months later.

A little boy; they named him Liam.

Fin.

A/N: WHEY!

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