Title: This Vow of Thine Hans gently parts the blouse she wears; revealing her fair-complected and naked flesh beneath, bending to press kisses to her collar bone. Anna's hands plunge into his hair, tugging on it at times before Hans gently took her hands in his own, intertwining their fingers together above her head. "You're so beautiful. A damn tease," he whispered, nipping at the flesh of her neck arching back to give him more access to the skin there. Though his grip on her hands was tight, it was still loose enough for Anna to get her hands free in order to shove his shirt back over his shoulders. They were broad but not too overly muscular, and Anna let her hands come into contact with the muscles of his arms. They roam down and come to a stop at his wrists before he was guiding her hands to either side of her head once more. No more words were exchanged as Anna & Hans rid each other of the rest of their clothes before he gently thrust into her, breaking her barrier when his thrust had him going deeper inside of her.
Author: Katie
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story and my original characters
Show/Movie/Book: Once Upon a Time
Couples/Category: Anna/Killian, Elsa/male OC (played by Bradley James), Emma/Neal, Ruby/Graham, Regina/Robin, with mentions of Anna/Hans, others to be determined. Slightly alternate universe (AU)
Rating: M
Summary: MODERN AU. Seduced, abandoned, and left pregnant and unwed, she finds a new life with a ranch-hand who marries her at the request of her aunt. Anna Teagan had always been the good girl but maybe marrying the reformed bad boy ranch-hand Killian Jones would be good for both of them.
Author's Note: I've never written anything with Once Upon a Time, so if I screw up, please tell me! I'm still in the beginning of Season 4, and while I do like the thought of Emma & Hook's relationship, I'm not a super-huge fan of them. Like another person that also watches the show, I love love love Emma & Neal, so I hope whomever reads this enjoys Anna & Killian better. Also, those who are fans of Anna & Kristoff…they will not be together in this story as anything other than friends.
Chapter One
Anna let out little sounds of pleasure as Hans nipped at her bottom lip then moved down her chin and strong jaw. As he continued to move even lower, his fingers worked fast in their haste to release the buttons of her blouse and ended up ripping a few in the process. He muttered out a quick apology but Anna shook her head. "I can just sew them back on … later," she murmurs before guiding his lips back to hers; the two of them engaging in a demanding, fervent tango as he gently eased her back onto his desk which he had swept everything off of earlier before he'd called Anna into his office.
Her heart was breaking – no, it was beyond any man's hope of EVER restoring it to the full, loving and kind heart it had once been. But one man was about to change all of that. Anna Teagan lay curled into the pillow, eight long weeks – eight since HE left – and two more since she'd arrived at the ranch put behind her. Home had beckoned to her and Anna couldn't refuse. From outside, the muffled pounding of boots and horses' hooves against the ground had Anna grabbing another pillow to throw over her head in order to shut out the early morning noise. And then the smell of freshly cut up watermelon hit her senses full force and Anna threw the pillow to the other side of the bed before rushing to get up out of bed. Her feet carried Anna to her bedroom door, which she opened in order to step out into the hallway before letting out a sharp gasp at seeing the half-naked and dark-haired man who had emerged from the bathroom. "Who the hell are you, and why are you using my bathroom?" Anna demanded in a low tone, firmly planting her hands on her hips.
"I don't recall seeing your name on the door, love, so I have a right to use the bathroom in order to take a shower," Killian Jones remarks with a smirk on his lips. "You better get used to having me around as well, love, especially as soon as I put that ring on your finger."
What? What ring? "What are you talking about?" Anna rushes past him, hurrying down the stairs. "AUNT INGRID!"
Ingrid Knight looks up at the shout then turns when Anna came storming into the kitchen. "Anna, dear. Watermelon?" Anna scowls for a moment then nods and accepts some of the fruit in the container her aunt held out toward her. "I didn't want to wake you earlier, you were sleeping so peacefully. But to answer your question for Killian a few minutes ago, you two are getting married this evening at sundown."
"Tonight!? At sundown?" Anna squeaks, sputtering out her questions between a coughing fit. Ingrid nods, giving her niece a soft smile even as the memory of Killian's impromptu proposal came flooding back to Anna:
Two Weeks Earlier Anna flung her arms about his neck and impulsively kissed him in a brief manner before pulling away; muttering out a quick, quiet apology then watched as he slid the ring onto her left hand to make the engagement official.
It felt like they had been riding for hours but it had only been thirty minutes since they had gotten onto the horses saddled & ready for them by the stable hands. Anna remained quiet the entire ride to the back mountains of the ranch's property so Killian reaches over to pull on the reins of Anna's horse, causing her to look up at him. "I want to marry you, Anna, and I want us to be able to trust each other. I also want you to know that I would never hurt you or push you into making love, and I want to give this to you." Reaching behind him into his saddlebag, the nerves in his hand causing his hand to tremble hard, Killian grabbed the small black jewelry box and turns to present the ring inside to Anna. She let out a small, sharp gasp at seeing the simple yet elegant engagement ring nestled inside the plush back silk lining of the jewelry box. "Marry me, Anna, and make our marriage one of the happiest ones for years to come."
Present Day – Sundown
Killian had never been more nervous. Neither had Anna. Each of them were in the respective changing areas – she in the main house with her older sister Elsa, Ingrid & some of hers & Elsa's friends; Killian in the bunkhouse with some of the other ranch hands. "You look beautiful, Anna," Ruby Lucas Humbert, a veterinarian & dog/horse trainer married to Sheriff Graham Humbert, complimented her auburn-haired friend, who smiles in response through the reflection of the mirror.
"Thanks. I feel so nervous," Anna admitted in a soft tone. There were so many things she was nervous about but mostly about her wedding night with Killian. A man she had only known for two weeks, and had been engaged to in that same amount of time. As Elsa finished pinning the crown of flowers into her hair, Anna fiddled with the waist of her V-neck chiffon empire court train wedding dress with beading that had been altered a bit to accommodate the slightly rounded swell she sported beneath her wedding gown. Elsa finally finished her task and let one gentle hand squeeze Anna's upper arm. Anna smiles softly once more then accepts the bouquet from Elsa before turning and gliding across the floor toward the door, which she opens to smile at David Nolan when he turned around.
He offered his arm to Anna, and she slid her hand into the crook his elbow made while Elsa picks up the train of Anna's wedding gown, walking down the stairs behind Anna & David. Killian, who had emerged moments before Anna did from the door to the back porch, stood up straighter upon seeing Anna shining brighter than the sun beginning to set just behind the group gathered for the wedding, and turned his attention to Graham sitting in the front row. Graham snapped to attention, turning to grab Killian's guitar out of the open case and holding it for Killian until the other man was ready for the guitar. Once Anna had stopped in front of Killian, he gave her a gentle smile before taking the guitar from Graham. Wrapping the strap around his fairly tall frame, Killian strums the strings of the guitar then began to sing. "I see the questions in your mind, I know what's weighing on your mind."
Anna sniffled at the beginning lyrics of a song she had always thought had a romantic sentiment behind them. She reaches for the guitar, which Killian hands over to her, and she hands it back to Graham before turning back to Killian and gripped his hands in her own. "I don't need a romantic country song to know or let me know how we both feel. I know how we'll feel in our hearts as the days, weeks, months, years and decades go by."
As she and Killian exchanged vows with the palms of their hands facing each other, Anna reflected on their future together.
His lips brushed over the skin of her forehead as he held her while they swayed back & forth across the dance floor, dancing to the song he had begun singing earlier before the ceremony began. Quietly, he asked against the skin of her forehead, "Want to get a head start on the honeymoon?"
She lifts her head to meet his vibrant blue gaze, and as she stares into his eyes, Anna could see the blue darken with lust. Anna licked her suddenly dry lips at seeing this and Killian couldn't resist bending down to fuse their lips together in a smoldering kiss filled with certainty and demand, their tongues grazing in an immediate tango; the taste of chicken and watermelon mingling the deeper the kiss got. Finally after a few minutes, Killian lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. "Let's get out of here," Anna told him softly.
Killian nods and slides his hand along her waist until their hands were grazing then intertwines their fingers together, giving her a soft smile that made the scruff covering the lower half of his face smile with him. It had her smiling in response before they walked out of the barn, hand in hand and, once alone beneath the stars, Killian pulled his new wife close once again. "You were the most beautiful woman today. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." Nor will I be able to keep my hands off of you, he thought to himself.
"So you show show me how beautiful I am when we get to your ranch," Anna said with a seductive look and voice. Killian held back a low growl at this, and at the way he felt her free hand go to squeeze one cheek of his ass through the jeans she'd allowed for him to opt in wearing instead of buying a new tuxedo.
"Maybe I will, love," Killian whispered in her ear; nipping at the lobe as he pulled her flush against him until she felt his aching hardness, which throbbed through his jeans, her gown and against her stomach.
How they had managed to hold on this long in keeping their hands off of each other until Anna had carefully removed and hung up her wedding gown neither Anna or Killian really knew. But they stood in the semi dark interior of his bedroom with a fire sending a warm glow across the room and their arms were wrapped around each others' backs. Anna stood in a matching red & black lace negligee and underwear set given to her by Elsa on her "last night of freedom" while Killian still wore his jeans, his chambray dress shirt in the same vibrant blue shade as his eyes and cowboy boots & socks long since removed. The tips of Anna's nails – which had been given a French manicure by Tanya Hill – scraped gently through the mat of hair on Killian's chest; ripping a deep groan that left her fingers tingling and Anna moaning low when her new husband ripped his mouth away from hers to begin painting a trail of slow, moist and nipping kisses that moved from her jaw & chin and down into her neck. Here, Killian opened his mouth a little more to suckle on her skin until he could see a mark beginning to form. "Killian…" she managed to breathe out, her hands immediately squeezing the biceps of his upper arms, tilting her head back further to give Killlian better access.
"Yes, love, do you want more?" The open V-neck of the negligee she had changed into shortly after they had arrived at Killian's ranch house – which would become their home completely once construction was finished – beckoned to Killian and he took full advantage of it. Anna was excited to start this new adventure with Killian, especially since he didn't care that the baby she carried wasn't his through DNA; he'd love him or her no matter what.
Anna nods in response, leaving her thoughts behind as she reached down with both hands to tug at the hem of her negligee. Killian goes to help her, all but ripping the silk and lace over her head, tossing it behind him. He lowers himself to his knees and presses gentle kisses to the skin of Anna's stomach then rubs the swell. "I can't wait for the baby to start kicking."
Killian smiles at her in response as he stands to his full height once more, caressing his hands toward her backside, moving them down to the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her in the direction of the bed on one side of the room until his denim-covered knees had made contact with the very edge of the mattress, lowering them both down until he was pressing her gently down against the mattress. Once there, Anna shifted a little bit to give Killian a snug spot between her legs. It was a gesture of intimacy and Killian goes to softly kiss Anna but she opened her mouth beneath his, causing him to let out a low growl. "Anna…" he murmured between seeking tongues, clashing teeth and low, intimate sounds of pleasure coming from somewhere deep inside of her.
She put a pause on their kisses for a moment to lock her eyes onto his, mocha cappucino meeting mixes of sea and storm-filled sky. "I know I'm asking a lot but I know you won't hurt me or the baby," she said softly. "And I'm already pregnant so any risk of that happening again is slim to none right now. So if you don't mind, I'd like to continue on with our wedding night."
He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle. "Bossy." Then he turned serious as his head began to lower toward hers, their lips grazing in a sensual fleeting caress. "Your wish is my command, Mrs. Jones." Starting at her lips, Killian trailed kisses down toward her jaw & strong chin before dipping his head into the crook where her neck gave way to her shoulder. He nuzzled at the thin strap of her bra, wrapping the very edge of his teeth around it and nudged the strap down the length of her arm until it was hanging loose at her elbow. Anna pulled it off the rest of the way before her breath hitched in her chest as she watched her husband repeat his actions with the other strap, helping her get her arm loose for this one this time.
And then they were gazing into each others' eyes as he slowly & sensually slid his hands around toward her back, to the area between her shoulder blades. With his swift & steady fingers, the hooks holding the satin-and-lace material up were unfastened quickly; bra tossed away to reveal supple, warm and fair flesh. Round, firm breasts that he carefully & gently caresses and kneads with both hands; tweaking her nipples with gentle fingers. All the while he used his lips to caress over every single inch of her until he had reached the waistband of her underwear, using his teeth to give them the same attention he'd given to her bra. Once he had thrown the soaked material of clothing to the floor behind him without an inch of hestation in his fingers, Killian stood to his full height in the fireglow-lit room and Anna sat back on her elbows to watch him. Watch him as he enticed her until she was sliding one set of fingers, inching them along really, toward the dripping wet arousal that ached and throbbed for his touch. Killian gently moved her hand away, replacing it with his own before standing up straighter once more to rid himself of his jeans and boxers, rolling a condom onto his throbbing length. "I love you, Mr. Jones."
Gently spreading her legs open, Killian let the very tip of his throbbing length rub against her slick folds in a teasing manner before inching slowly into her. Anna moans as he begins to stretch her, lowering herself back against the mattress; Killian following to hover above her on the palms of his hands on either side of her shoulders. "I love you more, Mrs. Jones."
"Tie." And then the rest of their words flew right out the window as he inched back out of her then slams back into her with a gentle but still forceful thrust. The second thrust helped to establish a rhythm of more thrusts that continued for several minutes through gentle rocking against the mattress, sending Anna soaring high above the stars among pleasure-filled moans from her lips and deep grunts from the lips of the man above her as they both sought after their climaxes.
Author's Note: Five pages later, I'm finally finished! The next chapter will take a small leap in time to after their honeymoon, so be on the look out for that soon if not later!