Emma was starting to wake, and the first thing she became aware of was the light streaming into the bedroom. Her eyelids did not want to open to the brightness. It was strange because she didn't recall opening her curtains, and the blackout curtains did not let light into her room.
The second thing she became aware of was the solid, very warm body wrapped around her. The protective arm over her, his hand holding hers against her chest. The memories all started to return as her cloudy brain started to wake. Had they not moved all night?
She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck. The slow rhythm of his chest moving behind her, signifying that he was still asleep. She opened one eye and could tell it was still early, the sun not even up yet, only the twilight of morning light waking her. She wasn't used to it, and that was what must have woken her. Her eyes traveled to the alarm clock; it wasn't even six in the morning.
Part of her just wanted to try to fall back to sleep, as she was much too comfortable in his arms. Another part of her knew it was Christmas morning, and more than likely the boys would be up soon demanding to open presents. But the more persistent side one out. She moved slightly trying to adjust her face further into the pillow to block the light. As her body shifted against him, she almost let out a moan from the feel of his hard length against her behind.
His arm pulled her tighter against him in his sleep, and his lips and breath sighed against her neck. And that was all it took to set her body into full alert and a wanting, achy need. The level of pure lust she had for this man was not healthy—it just couldn't be. It wasn't fair, though—if she had her way last night, they would have been sated and spent right now. She shifted her legs together; the need she felt should have been replaced with a pleasant soreness instead.
With a small smile, she figured a little payback was in order. If she had to feel like this, than he had to as well. And from how hard he was, there wasn't much she would have to do.
She shifted her hips back against him, his length barely shielded from her by his flannel pjs and her skimpy underwear. She moaned slightly as the prominent bulge rubbed against the cleft of her ass. Maybe she hadn't thought this through. Her teasing him was working her up as well. She did it again biting her lip, and this time the gasp came from him, followed by his arm under her coming up to pull her even closer. She moved again, and this time he was obviously awake because in response, he moaned and lightly bit at her neck.
His words came out in a hot breath, and his voice was rugged from sleep. "Minx…" But this time, he shifted his hips towards her, making her gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Was that what you were looking for love?" He rolled his hips against her again, eliciting another moan. "Or were you just trying to tease me?"
She turned over in his arms, hers wrapping around him, her leg moving over his hip, pulling him closer. She bit her lip to stop the sound and smiled seeing his eyes close tightly, mouth open on a moan. "Figured payback for yesterday was needed."
Killian gave a soft growl as she rocked her hips again, and his hands moved down her back and came under her T-shirt, his fingertips splaying over the hot flesh of her back. His mouth came down to hers fierce and passionate. He didn't even have to press for entrance; her mouth was already open, tongue ready to move against him.
His brain knew they should stop. There was more of a reason to do so this morning than there was last night. But she was so warm and soft against him, her smell and taste permeating his brain, the want for her rushing his blood south, where most of it was already residing.
He pulled away from her mouth to look at her. Her lips were parted, eyes dilated, hair tangled from sleep, makeup smudged. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her hands found their way under the back of his shirt, and he leaned back in to kiss her, and against his better judgement he rolled to his back, pulling her over him.
Her legs went to straddle his hips, moving against him, the friction increasing, both moaning from the contact. He needed to stop her, because if she didn't, he might lose it in his pajama bottoms, or he might roll them back over and tear her underwear right off and plunge inside her. The second option was seriously on his mind, and he doubted she would object, when high-pitched scream reached his ears, making them both instantly stop and stare at each other.
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Elsa ran after the two boys and was able grab an arm each before they got their uncle's bedroom door open. She wasn't sure what they would find if they did, but she wasn't going to chance it.
Her husband walked into the living room with a yawn and looked at her and then the boys. "Come on, time for breakfast. And after you eat, then you can open presents."
Both boys whined but they followed their father into the kitchen. Elsa went to the foyer and looked out the window beside the door and smiled at seeing the yellow bug still parked there. She was now very glad she reached the boys in time.
She walked back to the double doors of the master bedroom and knocked loudly. "Killian!" She yelled, "The boys will be eating breakfast, so we will all be in the kitchen! You have a half hour before they will be looking for you so they can open presents!"
She knew he would understand her warning, and what he did with that was up to the two of them. She smiled to herself and walked into the kitchen.
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Killian did know exactly what she meant—it meant they had less than a half hour to get control of themselves. Emma must have understood, too, because her head dropped to his chest and gave a defeated sigh. He soothingly rubbed her back, and tried to calm himself. But with her still lying on top of him, it was not working. His one hand came up under her chin, and gently urged her to look up at him. "So, we can either make ourselves presentable and both go out there together and have breakfast and watch the boys tear through presents. Or we can both get dressed and I can see you out before they find you still here. I am completely okay either way."
She gave him a smile, knowing he was absolutely telling the truth. He was comfortable her staying for Christmas morning, or allowing her to duck out early if it was too much for her. She thought about it for a few minutes, and sighed again. "I really should get out of here. I am supposed to help Mary Margarette with the cooking."
He laughed, "I thought you couldn't cook."
"I can't, and she knows this. But she always wants me over anyway. She makes me peel the potatoes, and chop the vegetables. And she hovers." She sighed once more and put her head back into his chest, slightly muffling her next words. "I think she really just wants me over so I'm not alone on Christmas morning."
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "Well, then we better get you out of here love."
She nodded and sat up, and then with a smirk she rocked her hips one more time, and with a moan from him she was up and off the bed giggling.
"Oi, not fair!" he shouted and sprung out of bed himself, right behind her. He caught her around the waist and turned her in his arms, then brought her in for a kiss. He wanted to linger, but knew there wasn't time.
She looked up at him. "I better get dressed," she said, but didn't really want too. He let her go and she took out her jeans and slipped them on. She slipped on her shoes as he leaned against the wall. She didn't bother with a bra and put on her coat. She needed to head home first, anyways. She put the empty jewelry box into her purse, and took out her car keys. "Well, I guess I'm ready."
He nodded, and they headed to the door of his bedroom, he opened the door and looked out, and confirming there was no one there, then he lead her to the door. "I am really glad you came over."
"Me too," she grinned up at him.
"Is it okay, if I call you later?"
She nodded, "Yeah, I should be home by seven or so." She leaned up on her tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss. "I should go, I really need a date with my shower."
He laughed, "Yeah, I need to head for a quick cold shower as well."
"Oh, I wasn't talking a cold shower. I mean a date with my detachable shower head."
He closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Not fair, Swan! Not fair."
She giggled and kissed him again. "All's fair, Killian." Her eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help the grin.
He placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Merry Christmas, love."
"Merry Christmas, Killian." With that, he opened the door for her and she headed out to her car. He closed the door, but watched as she pulled away and waved as she left. He took a deep breath, and then headed back to his room. He did jump in the shower; however, he decided not to go the cold shower route. With the visualization of her taking one and their actions earlier, he was a goner in no time.
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Once Killian was done with his shower, and changed he headed into the kitchen. Elsa saw him first and tried to look behind him as well. From that little move he knew that she knew Emma stayed over. He headed over to her, and on his way noticed his brother and the boys eating breakfast at the table in the nook.
"There are still pancakes and bacon if you want some." She said as he pulled out a mug and poured some coffee.
He took a drink and moved closer. "Looks good. And more than enough for me."
She turned to him and gave him a knowing eye. "Well, wasn't sure if anyone else would be joining us," she said quietly.
He took another sip of his coffee and looked at the others still eating. "Do they know?" He asked softly.
Elsa shook her head no. "Wasn't sure what you both would do."
He smiled. "She had to head home, change, and get over to her brothers." She nodded in acknowledgement and he took another drink. "Are you going to tell him?"
"Not unless you want me too."
"For Emma's sake, how about we leave it between us."
She smiled. "Oh yeah, just for Emma. Not that you want to avoid the questions and teasing."
He let out a soft chuckle. "Who, me?"
They watched the others for a minute and Elsa made another cup of coffee for herself and spoke while pouring. "So…" Killian looked over at her in question. "How was it?"
He choked on the coffee. Elsa patted him on the back and Liam looked up from the table. "Fine… I'm fine." He sputtered out and waved them away. Once Liam turned back to the boys, Killian turned back to Elsa. "Nothing happened." She arches her own brow in disbelief. "Seriously."
She didn't buy it. "I could tell your brother, and he will get it out of you."
He rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. "We exchanged gifts. She had too much to drink to drive. We slept, clothed. Seriously."
She looked into his eyes for a minute, reading him, then nodded. "Good."
"Good?"
"You've just started dating, we are here, you both are busy today, and you both had a bit to drink last night. So it is good you waited." She patted his shoulder and headed to the table. "Okay, who's ready to open presents?" The boys cheered and ran to the living room. Killian smiled and followed his brother and Elsa into the other room.
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Emma headed up the steps to her brother's loft and knocked on the door. She was only a couple minutes late, so she was doing well. She had time for her shower, relieved some tension, and had on new clothes. She also managed to get some coffee and grab their presents as she was on her way out the door.
A moment later, the door was open and a loud-pitched squeal came out of the petite brunette that was behind it. She found herself immediately in the woman's arms in a hug and then ushered inside. "Have you ate breakfast?"
Emma lifted her coffee cup in her hand and Mary Margaret rolled her eyes and moved her to the counter in the kitchen. In seconds, the gifts were out of her arms, her coat was off, and she was seated at the counter with a plate of food being placed in front of her by her brother. He then came around the counter and leaned down to hug her. "Morning."
She hugged back and then laughed at seeing the yawn on her brother's face. They may not be related by blood, but they were most definitely not morning people. Much unlike her sister-in-law. That woman seemed to wake with the birds, and was just as energetic. She drank the last sip of her coffee and looked at David with a plea, holding out the cup. "Coffee?"
"Yep," he said continuing their one-word-at-a-time conversation. He made some coffee for her and then gave it to her.
Mary Margaret took a seat on the stool next to her with her cup of tea. "So?" Emma looked over at the brunette, with a questioning look. "How was last night?" Emma almost choked on her coffee as the woman continued. "Tell us everything."
"Just for the record, some of us don't want to hear everything." Her brother chimed in.
"How was his family? Did you exchange gifts? Did you stay the night?"
"That, for instance, is one of the things I don't want to know about."
Emma sighed, "I don't have enough coffee in my system for this yet," she said and rested her head on her arms.
It moved her sleeves up a little, and Mary Margaret saw the new bracelet. "Oh, is that new?" She leaned closer and squealed even louder than when she answered the door. "Oh my God, did he get that for you?" She was bouncing in her seat, "He had to, I know what that means." She said in a singsong voice.
Emma sighed, of course her sister-in-law knew. How many Harry Potter marathons had they had? They went to a couple premieres dressed as the characters for crying out loud. David looked at her wrist, and once his morning fogged brain caught on, his eyes widened as well. "So, just how serious is this?"
She tilted her head up and looked back and forth at the two of them and then sat up. Her eyes moved back to look at her coffee cup and bit her lip. "I really…realllllyyy like him," She quickly turned to Mary Margaret and pointed her finger at her. "Do not squeal," she warned quickly and barely in time for the woman to hold it in.
Emma shook her head, trying to clear it, and trying to figure out what to say. She closed her eyes because they were both just staring at her. "Yes, he got me the bracelet. Yes, his family is amazing. And…" Her brother put his fingers in his ears acting as if he wasn't listening. Emma laughed and threw her napkin at him. He took his fingers out and sipped his own coffee. "Nothing happened. He was…" she shook her head, still not believing they had ended the night only cuddling. "A perfect gentleman."
David actually smiled at that, "Finally." He said softly, then continued "And to think I'm the one that started all this." He gave her a wink. "You owe me for pulling him over, you know."
Emma just laughed, as she started to eat her breakfast. But he was right: if her brother hadn't pulled him over for speeding, and if he hadn't had community service, she doubted they would have ever met.
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Emma gave another evil look to brunette; she was hovering, as predicted. She continued to try to peel the potato as the other woman kept looking over at her. "What?"
The woman looked over her shoulder to see her husband occupied with the ham. She leaned closer, "So I googled your guy."
"You what?"
Mary Margaret blushed, "I looked him up. He's hot."
Emma smacked her lightly on the hand with her dish rag, which got the woman to giggle and a look at the both of them from her brother.
She continued, "So, when are you going to see each other again?"
"Not sure; he asked if he could call me later, this morning before…" she immediately stopped talking realizing what she said.
The brunette picked up on the slip immediately and leaned in. "You spent the night? You told us..."
"Shhh…" she tapped the other woman's elbow and looked to make sure David wasn't listening. "Nothing happened." The look she got back told her she didn't buy that one bit. "We slept together…clothed." Emma sighed at the disbelieving look. "Okay, there may have been some making out, but nothing else."
"Why?"
That was not what Emma expected from the her sister-in-law. But then again, this was the same woman who introduced her to Outlander and Black Sails, so maybe she should have expected it. "Trust me, it wasn't me who stopped it."
"He did?" Emma nodded in confirmation. "Interesting. He is called the bad boy of racing." She leaned closer. "His main sponsor is Magnum condoms." She gave Emma a wink.
The blonde gasped. "Mary Margaret!" It was a little too loud of an admonishment, because her brother turned around, and his wife just started laughing, but kept giving Emma that all knowing eye.
They went back to preparing the vegetables and as soon as David wasn't paying attention anymore, her sister-in-law leaned over. "You'll have to let me know if the sponsor picked the right spokesman." She then picked up the cutting board and headed to the stove.
Emma's mouth just fell open in amazement at her quiet, little school teacher of a friend.
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She placed the Tupperware filled with leftovers in her fridge, and then made her way into the bedroom. She changed into a long-sleeved soft cotton shirt and yoga pants and then went back out to plop down in front of her TV and veg out to Netflix.
She was exhausted and full. She loved her little family, but they were also a little tiring. Especially when it came to wanting to know what was happening in her relationship. Heck, was it a relationship? Was it time to call it that? They hadn't defined anything yet. Should she ask if they were mutually exclusive? She felt like they were, and he made her feel like he thought of it that way. But was that just herself thinking that, or was it true?
How was she supposed to answer those questions to others when she didn't know herself? She turned on a movie, and tried to quiet her mind. But almost halfway through the movie it was still on her mind, even when her phone rang.
She reached out to the coffee table, smiled at the name on the phone, then answered it. "Hello."
"Hello, love." She missed that voice today. "How was your holiday?"
"It was good. Really good. Yours?"
"I'm glad yours was good. Same. The boys went nuts, as was expected."
"So, are you out with the family? If so, say hi from me."
There was a small laugh, "Was that a way to ask if they could hear this conversation, Swan?"
She bit her lip; he had caught her. "Maybe?"
He laughed again. "They are watching a movie. I'm in my bedroom. I am all alone, love. So what do you not want them to hear?" She thought about what she wanted to ask. The thoughts still with her from before. But she wasn't sure she should ask. She must have been quiet too long. "Emma? Are you still there?"
"Yeah…sorry."
"Is something wrong?"
She could hear the concern, and she knew she had to ask. "Ummm…not sure how to ask this."
"Emma, you can ask me anything."
"You know what, it's nothing. So….what are you wearing?" she asked, trying to change the topic.
But he knew. "Is something wrong?"
"No. No, nothing is wrong. At all."
"You aren't being that convincing Emma."
"Are we…uh…are we mutually exclusive?" She let out a breath, her heart racing, and she was met with silence. Was it just a second or was it a long time, because her brain was racing. She continued. "I mean, not that it matters, or anything. It's fine. Mary Margaret just asked and I wasn't sure how to answer…and…"
"Emma…" She kept trying to go on and on. "Emma…" She didn't hear him. "Emma!"
"Yeah?"
"I'm a mutually exclusive kind of guy. If that's not what you want, then I…" he swallowed. "If that isn't what you want, then…" He didn't seem to be able to finish the sentence.
She smiled, relief rushing through her system. "No, that's perfectly fine. As long as that is what you want." She heard the exhale on the other side of the phone.
"Good." They both laughed. "So, when can I see you again, love?"
"Besides Monday?"
"I was thinking before then."
She bit her lip again, "Killian. Spend the weekend with your family before they leave on Sunday. You only have two days left with them."
"You don't mind? Or are you trying to get rid of me?"
"I think we just established we are mutually exclusive, so I don't think I'm trying to get rid of you. And while I will miss you, I think you need the time with them. Besides, I'm not sure if we can be around each other and not uh…."
"Are you saying you find me irresistible?"
"Maybe?"
"I have an idea. I may be able to make it up to you for Christmas."
"I'm listening."
"Go out with me for New Years."
"What?" she asked. "That wasn't exactly what I was expecting." She heard a soft laugh. "That is almost a week from now."
"I was thinking we could go out to dinner. You could bring an overnight bag… maybe… stay the weekend?" She pulled the phone away from her ear, making sure she was still talking to the same person. "Emma? Was that too much?"
"I'm here, and maybe just right?" She bit her lip.
"Perfect. Maybe I can also get you to have lunch out this week."
"You may have to do some convincing."
"I love a challenge." She giggled at that, and they continued in their conversation for awhile before finally saying goodnight.
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Monday morning came quick for Killian. He had spent quality time with his family, and it was extremely difficult to drive them to the airport and wave goodbye. Both Liam and Elsa requested he stay in touch and keep them up to date on him and Emma. His brother told him not to 'bloody fuck it up'. The boys were luckily not around to hear that from their father.
After getting back home after dropping them off, the house felt much too empty, cold, and quiet for his liking. He had gotten used to the noise and laughter while they had been there. He tried to push the thought away and concentrate on seeing Emma the next day.
Now he was headed inside with a red cup of coffee for her, and his in the Captain Hook travel mug she had got him for Christmas. He smiled every time he looked at it.
Her door was open when he got there and she was already seated at her desk. He walked in, and she turned to smile as he closed the door behind him. She stood and met him halfway, taking the coffee from him. But before he could get a word out she was leaning in for a kiss, and he wasn't about to stop her. His free arm wrapped around her and brought her closer.
She pulled back slightly and looked up at him. "Morning."
"Morning, love." He leaned back in for another short kiss and then looked down at her again. "Missed you."
"Good," she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Then a thoughts flashed across her mind. "Oh, can you give me details of where we are going for New Years? I need to know what to wear or if I need to go shopping, or…"
He reached out and took her hand, "It will be a nice, formal date. Since we haven't had one yet, and it is New Years. But you can wear that black dress you wore to the fundraiser; you don't have to get anything new."
She smiled, "Okay. Now…what do I need to bring for the weekend?" She asked with a wink. "Should I bring, any, uh, supplies?"
He laughed. "No need. My sponsor keeps me well in stock. Various kinds, actually; you can have your pick." He gave her his own wink.
Her eyes widened. "Should I even ask how many woman have had their choice?" She backtracked quickly. "Wait. That isn't my business. I'm sorry."
He moved his hand from hers to her chin and tilted it up. "Emma, we should talk about these thing. It's okay." His hand moved up to caress her cheek. "I will admit, I have been with more than a few women. Until now, though, it has been awhile since I was in a real relationship. A long while." He looked away for a second and she knew his thoughts had gone to Milah. But he seemed to shake it off and turned back to her. "But, I only dated one at a time. I refused to lead them on. And I always used protection with them. I have too much to lose not to." She nodded and his hand went back to hers. "If you want doctors records, I can show them to provide a clean bill of health."
She knew he was trying to make her completely comfortable and she laughed at that. "Yeah, so do I. I got all that done as soon as I found out my last boyfriend…" she stopped. Her lips thinned to a tight line. "Doesn't matter. Doctor gave me an a okay, if you need to know."
Killian caught the words, and from her reaction he had a pretty good idea what she was going to say. He squeezed her hand tighter, and vowed to punch the guy if he ever met him. "Well, at least we know that they only need to prevent my little guys from getting through." He winked and tried to joke with her.
"Wouldn't matter if they did or not. Already have that taken care of." She said and took a drink of her coffee. He raised his eyebrow in question. "I am not ready for a kid yet. Someday, sure. Now. No way. So I take hold of my own destiny." She had learned her lesson from her first boyfriend. A pregnancy scare had chased him away, only to find out she wasn't actually pregnant. From that point forward, she knew it was up to her. "I'm on the pill."
He smiled at her; he liked her take-charge-of-my-own-life attitude. And unlike other women he had dated, he trusted Emma. The others would more likely try to get pregnant on purpose. But Emma wasn't with him for his fame or fortune. And that thought brought out a whole new thought into his head. "So… hmmm."
She could see the wheels turning, his hand moving from hers to scratch behind his ear, a faint flush moving over his cheeks. She knew he had to be thinking something about this weekend but wasn't sure how to ask. His embarrassment making her smile. "Just ask me."
"My sponsor wouldn't like this question, but they don't need to know." She could tell he was trying to lighten the air again. "If we both have a clean bill of health, and we are only seeing each other, and you have the other covered…" She knew immediately what he was thinking, heck now that he brought it up she was too. God she missed those days. It brought a lot of freedom and spontaneity into a sex life. He then waved it away, "Forget it. That can be a question for another time."
Emma reached up and pulled his hand away from the back of his head. "You have a very good point." He swallowed hard and waited for her to continue. "I trust you, Killian."
He leaned in and kissed her hard. Not because she had agreed to his idea, but because she trusted him. "And I trust you, Emma."
Her own smile grew even larger, her heart swelling. She raised up on her toes and kissed him as well. She then pulled back to look at him. "It's a shame though."
"What is?" He asked thoroughly confused.
"I was looking forward to seeing all the various collections of condoms Magnum gave you." He let out a rumbling laugh at that, and she giggled with him.
"No worries, Swan. A viewing…or a demonstration can be arranged." He winked at her and she swatted his shoulder.
"Out…I need to work." He leaned in again and gave her a soft kiss before he said goodbye and exited her office.
She sat down at her computer and realized just how long this week was going to be until their date.
