I've decided to try 25 days of Christmas fic again. 3 (or is it 4) years ago I failed miserably but who knows… I will try my best. The timeline's after they defeated the Snow Queen and the chapters can be read separately or at least I hope so x'D I will post one chapter a day, each with it's own little prompt word and the chapters should be between 500-1000 words. Enjoy!


Day 1 – Mistletoe

The start of winter comes slowly and they're all grateful for it. With the Snow Queen in town, their autumn had been short and cold most of the time and now that she's gone, everyone is enjoying the sun and the remaining warmth of the year.

Fingers laced together, she's walking towards the clearing in the woods with Killian by her side. She hasn't left his side for more than a few minutes if she could help it, making sure he was safe and okay. She knows his heart was safe again, tucked away in its rightful place and protected by magic so no one could ever take it again, but she is still worried someone might try to take him from her.
He rubs the back of her hand with his thumb and she smiles up at him and it takes his breath away just as it always does. With his heart gone, he had not felt as fully as before but now that it was back he felt even more strongly. The sunlight played with her hair, making it shine like a halo around her face and he returned her smile, stopping and pulling her close to him.
Emma laughs and the two of them touch their foreheads together, breathing the same air. She's caressing his cheek with her thumb and just revels in the fact that he's alive and with her and that he is hers.

"The other's will be waiting," she huffs quietly after a few seconds.

"Aye but they will not leave without saying goodbye," he reassures her.

"Still, we shouldn't let them wait to long…"

They're on their way to see Elsa, Anna and Kristoff off but Emma wants to drag it out for as long as she can. She's still not good with goodbyes and after the last one she finds it even harder. Hook, as always, reads her like an open book and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry love, we will see them again."

"I hope so," Emma replies and sighs.

She leans a bit further into him, taking a second to gather herself and then she walks on. The trees around them are still covered in colourful leaves even though it's almost December. It's strange seeing as the Snow Queen had brought the cold with the wall around town but Emma doesn't care. She's enjoying the colours and the sun and every moment she gets to spend with someone she loves. She can hear his footsteps behind her and she turns around.

"Come on, old man, keep up," she teases knowing fully well what his reaction will be to her little stab and she is not disappointed when he grunts at her.

"I have told you many times Swan, I have retained my youth quite well as you will have noticed by now."

She grins a wicked grin because he's quite right, he has retained his youth more than well enough and she almost blushes as she thinks of entangled limbs between a mess of sheets, tousled hair and his name on her lips. It's become easy, being with him. It's like breathing and he's all the air she needs. She holds out her hand to him.

"I have noticed, doesn't mean you're not old though."

He grunts again, ignoring her hand and she has to laugh, her head falling back as the sound fills the trees. When she opens her eyes she can spot something hanging down from one of the branches.

"Come here for a minute," she tells him and he shuffles forward, head slightly cocked to the side, his hand wanting to scratch his ear but waiting to see what she wants. When he stands right in front of her she points up and he follows her finger.

"What's that, love?"

"It's a mistletoe," she replies.

"I recognise that yes but you appear to want to tell me something important about this plant."

"There's a tradition in this land, you know," she starts to explain. "During Christmastime people like to hang them up and whenever two people find themselves under a mistletoe, they have to kiss."

"People voluntarily stand below a mistletoe to kiss anyone who happens to come by and stand under it with them?" he asks, a confused look on his face.

"No, silly. They hope to find themselves under one with a person they hope wants to kiss them just as much as they want to kiss them."

He nods then, taking a small step closer to her and a grin tugging at his lips.

"I doubt a lady like yourself would like to find herself under a mistletoe with a pirate, no matter how dashing he is."

Now she's the one taking a step closer, lacing her fingers with his and bringing his arm around her. "I don't know. I do quite like pirates you know. If one happened to come around, I should not refuse," she tries to imitate his way of speaking, making him laugh.

She can feel his laughter vibrate though her, they're so close now and it doesn't matter that they've shared plenty of kisses before, she still wants him as badly as ever.

"Kiss me, Killian," she whispers, bringing her free hand up to cup his cheek but he is quicker, his lips meeting hers because he needs her just as much as she needs him. The kiss is tender and sweet at first and sends shivers down her spine, making her lips tingle. She goes too weak in the knees and her stomach flips, butterflies flying around and she still can't believe they've made it. His tongue is teasing her lips and she grants him access with a moan, pressing herself against him. He tastes of wood and sea and salt and rum and him and she's addicted to him with no cure.

"There you are!" Anna's voice breaks them apart and they both have to take a deep breath, their faces taking on a faint pink glow.

Anna notices and starts babbling. "Oh…I'm so sorry, I interrupted something. I didn't mean to, I just, Elsa thought you might have gotten lost, or forgotten about us, or…"

"It's fine, Anna," Emma laughs, steadying herself on Killian.

"Yeah, okay. So, I'll just wait…over there," Elsa's quirky sister apologises and turns around.

Emma looks at Killian, her lips still tingling from the kiss and she can see that he is just as flustered as she and they both chuckle, taking each other's hand.

"We'll have to find more mistletoes," he whispers into her ear before tugging her towards the clearing.


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Oh, I'll be posting around midnight GMT, maybe a bit earlier (or later today...)