A/N And here is my next installment of In Which Killian Jones, Misunderstands Christmas. This one is Mistletoe. Also this is turning out to have more chapters than I initially thought probably closer to ten, than five, and if you go check out my Tumblr hungrywhovianpotterheadfrom221B you can see graphics that I'm making for this story. (still working on one for the tree, but there will be one for this chapter. Anyhow, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time

Song I listened to most while writing this: All I want for Christmas is you

~~~Mistletoe~~

Killian was still trying to adjust to what Emma called the Christmas season. First of all, there were all the songs, singing of jolly men, and snow.

It was all so cheerful, and then there was the hat Emma had taken to wearing, that looked like a bright red stocking cap, with a fluffy ball at the tip, she was almost always smiling now, her cheeks flushed with cold, and joy, as she bustles around.

Tonight was another first, as Emma swept onto the deck of the Jolly, wearing her coat, white sweater peeking out from beneath, and a fluffy scarf, topped with that adorable hat, its little bobble bouncing.

"Killian!" she calls, practically dancing onto the deck, a large grin on her lips. She ran to him, nearly slipping on the ice, which is patchy across the deck, practically falling into his arms.

"Easy, Swan." He admonishes softly, as he looks down on her in his arms, that stupid grin, not even faltering on her face, "Don't need you slipping and falling on my watch."

Emma, pushes back, her chest heaving slightly, from the exertion, he wouldn't be surprised to hear she ran all the way here. "I've got another tradition to teach you." She says, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, and what is that?" Killian asks, thinking of the night by the tree.

Emma gives him a devilish look, "Come to the party at Granny's tonight, and I'll show you." She promises.

"Swan, if you want me to go to a party, you don't need to give me extra reasons." He says, returning her devilish look with a playful smile.

Emma places her hands on his arms, rubbing her hands up and down the cold leather, as she leans in, pressing her lips to his softly, "I know, just think of it as incentive."

"Duly noted, luv." He responds, trying to deepen the kiss.

Emma pulls back, and presses a finger to his lips, "see you tonight." She says, with a promise, then she's gone. Slipping down the gang-plank, and away.

"Tonight it is then Swan." He says, turning and descending into the depths of his ship.

He emerges later that night, dressed more cleanly, a clean pressed shirt, and black pants, not leather like usual. He donned a black pea coat, with a soft scarf wrapped around his neck, though he declined the hook Henry had given him. The hook in question, was painted with red and white stripes. He might be starting to like this Christmas, but not that much.

After this, he sets off, walking down the street, smiling as Granny's comes into view. Soft, warm light spilling from the windows, with music, spilling out through the door. Through the window he can see couples dancing, cheek to cheek. Then he see's Emma standing in the yard, wearing a red dress, and white shoes, with her hair pinned back, as he gets closer, he spots small bells in the hair ties, and Emma grabs his hand, pulling him into the Diner.

Inside, people dance, laughing, and drinking thick drinks, that Emma tells him is Egg Nog. Almost immediately, Killian swoops Emma into a dance.

A while later, after a few drinks have been had by both parties, and the dancing had slowed, Killian leans in close, pressing his lips to her ear, "As much as I love dancing with you, Swan. I believe you promised me a tradition."

Emma grins, nudging her chin towards the back door, "Aye." She whispers, pulling him towards the door. He thinks she's taking him outside, instead she stops, and pulls his face down towards her. Their lips met in an explosion of sugar, and passion.

His eyes drift close as she fill his senses. He deepens the kiss, his arms going around her. Her arms wound their way around his neck, pulling him closer. His hand cups her cheek, pulling back, to catch his breath, resting his forehead against hers.

"Bloody hell, was that the tradition? A kiss in a doorway?" he questions.

Emma chuckles, "It's called mistletoe." She informs him, pulling back and looking up at the ceiling, drawing his eyes to a small sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling wrapped with a bow. "When you find yourself under it, with someone else, you have to kiss them."

Killian grins, "In that case Miss Swan, I believe we are still under the mistletoe, yet we aren't kissing." He whispers, leaning in close to her, "It would be bad form to break tradition." He finishes, slanting his lips back over hers.

~~Mistletoe~~

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