entitled; mistletoe madness
summary; 25 five days of christmas with our favorite one-handed pirate.
rating; t
prompt; mistletoe
disclaimer; I own nothing more than the little plot bunnies running through my head.
notes; this one is late, but I plan on working through the rest of these fics on time; granted I can't make promises because of my insane real life situations atm, but i will try.

mistletoe madness

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Emma had left Henry in charge of the decorations - and reluctantly at that, it seemed she wasn't too fond of the holidays - but Killian was quickly growing tired of sitting idly by, his head pounding with an ache the stupid magical picture box had given him. It was infuriating; he wanted to be doing something.

"You can help me in a bit if you're bored."

Killian's head spun towards the boy, his brows shooting upwards in surprise, "Oh really?"

"Emma's heading off to the station soon." Henry shrugged, as if it were no big deal, "When she's gone, she can't make me keep the decorations from you."

Killian grinned, his eyes glinting mischievously as he nodded; it seemed somehow through all the chaos that had ensued, Henry had become his partner in crime.

"Alright, I'm gonna go now…" came Emma's voice, along with jingle of keys as she stuffed them into her pocket. Once she was sure they were safely stowed away, she turned a hard glare to Killian, "I don't want either of you causing any trouble while I'm gone."

"You say both of us, yet the only one you're looking at is me, love." Killian told her, feigning a look of hurt.

"Yeah, well, I don't trust you." Emma muttered, walking over to place a soft kiss on Henry's forehead before turning to leave.

"No kiss for me?" Killian asked, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout.

Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes as she reached the door, "Not a chance."

"Ouch." Killian mumbled just as Emma left. Once the door was shut, he turned to Henry and grinned, "She's holding out on me."

"You could always catch her under some mistletoe." Henry told him, holding out a green plant that had Killian furrowing his brows.

"Mistletoe?" he asking, taking the plant in his hand and examining it closely, "What, is this some kind of spelled plant?"

Henry let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, "No, it's not spelled. It's a plant you hang around the house during Christmas time, and the rule is, if you walk under it with someone, you have to kiss each other."

Killian's brows shot up, "Oh?" a small, sly grin crept onto his lips, "And how much of this mistletoe do you have in there?"

Henry let out another laugh, "A few, but something tells me you're going to get a whole lot more…"

"You would be right." Killian smirked, pushing himself from the sofa.

"I'll go get the money jar."

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It was nearing midnight when Emma finally headed home, far more exhausted than she could remember being since arriving in Storybrooke. She really would have thought that a bunch of fairytale creatures could handle something as common as Christmas; had it not existed in their world? Because the amount of times she'd been called out through out the day for assistant was simply ridiculous. She was their Sheriff not their babysitter.

All she wanted to do now was get home and sleep.

Upon reaching the apartment she was keeping with Henry, her parents and Killian, Emma parked and quickly got out, the thought of her bed making her impatient. After she locked the car, she made her way to the front door. Just as she was about to unlock it, though, the door flew open and she was attacked.

There were arms around her waist, lips against hers and the all too familiar smell of rum and the ocean invading her senses.

Pulling back, Emma socked him in the arm, "What the hell!? I just get home and you freaking attack me."

"Ah, but the mistletoe." Killian grinned, not seeming at all bothered by the hit to his arm.

"Mistletoe?" Emma asked, brows furrowed as she looked up to see a cluster of little green plants hanging along the top of the door frame overhead, "You have got to be kidding me." she hissed, reaching up to pull them all down, "Were all of these really necessary? Jesus."

"Ah-ah," Killian protested, wrapping his fingers around her wrist to keep her from tearing down anymore of them, "Not all of them, Henry does still want the Christmas decorations up, love."

Emma scowled, squirming out of his hold and pushing past him into the house. When she made it inside though, Emma merely groaned, preparing herself for what she had already anticipated. "Mistletoe."

It was everywhere. Her ceiling was complete covered in green and red and white, but mostly green. There was an abundance of it everywhere she looked; the doorways, hanging over the windows, hanging off every pillar that was a part of the stairs' railing, hanging above every individual step of the stairs heading up to her room.

She wanted to yell at him for being an idiot. She wanted to scold Henry for letting him do this, but she was still tired.

So when Killian whispered the word into her ear before he kissed her again - this time much softer and gentler - Emma let him. She let him snake his arms around her waist and pull her closer as his lips moved with hers, the cool temperature of his hook against her lower back - even through the fabric of her shirt - in great contrast to the heat of his skin pressed against her. She slid her own arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer even as he started walking her through the house and up the stairs, attacking her lips with quick butterfly kisses at every step, every mistletoe hanging above them.

"Killian." Emma breathed, just as they reached the top of the stairs, feeling irritated that she wasn't getting the type of kisses she wanted from him.

Thankfully, he didn't taunt or tease her for it; instead, he brushed his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss before capturing her lips with his once kiss was soft, sweet as they went into it, but the longer it went, the more Emma craved. And the more Emma craved, the more Killian gave her. But even then it wasn't enough. It was never enough. Not with him.

"Ah-hem."

And just like that, it was all over; Emma practically jumped the three feet she put in between them as she looked up at Snow and Charming standing at their open door, both with their arms crossed over their chest and a brow raised.

"Oh god…" Emma muttered, feeling her cheeks burn as she tried to think of a possible explanation for that, "I, uh…"

"When Henry told me he had a plan for all the mistletoe hanging around, I didn't imagine it'd lead to this." Charming stated, disapproval evident in his tone of voice.

"I… I'm just going to go now, bye." Emma muttered, turning and disappearing into her room before any of them had the chance to utter a word.

Meanwhile, Charming and Snow found themselves glaring daggers at a slowly retreating pirate. Once he made his way down the stairs, though, Snow started giggling, "You liar."

"What? I agreed to help on the premises of a single kiss, because she needed the little push, but that was not just a kiss." Charming grumbled, "Never trust a pirate."

"Your daughter loves that pirate." Snow mumbled, before leaning forward to press her lips up against her husband's, a soft smile on her lips as she pointed up at the mistletoe hanging above them, "Plus, the mistletoe everywhere wasn't all bad, was it?"

Charming smiled, kissing his wife once more, "Not too bad."

[tbc.]