Author's note: Merry Christmas, readers! A bit of Christmas smut with a little food play. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sadly no.

Santa and the Naughty Princess

Emma turned up the heat, rubbing her hands together. She was freezing. The heating system at the sheriff's station was in desperate need of an upgrade; she made a mental note to mention it to her mother. Certainly there had to be some perks to being the daughter of the mayor.

Sighing, Emma returned to her desk. She was only here—working on Christmas Eve—because her dad wasn't feeling well. She would much rather be at home with Killian, wrapping Christmas presents. They'd had such fun last year, even starting their own tradition. It wasn't a tradition they could share with anyone else and she loved that. Loved that there was something that was solely theirs.

Her phone chirped; she recognized the tone as one she used for Killian. She thumbed it open to read the message. Bored, Swan?

Emma smiled. Of course he would know. Bored and cold. You?

Neither bored nor cold, love.

Emma rolled her eyes. Smartass.

The phone vibrated again. You could always be engaged and warm WITH me, Swan.

If only. You know I can't.

Killian's reply took longer than she expected. I rather think you can.

Before she could question him, David came through the door, looking much healthier than he'd seemed that morning. "Dad?"

David smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Killian said something about your Christmas present. I got drafted."

Emma huffed. "I'll bet you did."

"Anyway, you can go home. I've got this."

Emma scooped up her keys and pulled on her new gray wool coat. "It's been pretty quiet. I had to turn up the heat; it's freezing."

"I'll say something to your mother about it. Merry Christmas, Emma."

She smiled, eager to get home and find out just what her pirate had planned. "Merry Christmas, Dad. We'll see you tomorrow!"

She didn't even bother to wait for the Bug to warm up before heading home. It was a short drive from the station to their apartment. She blew on her chilled hands as she stepped inside and started up the stairs. About halfway up she found a bright red bow tied to the banister. The ribbon trailed up the stairs, disappearing around the corner toward their apartment. Emma felt the corners of her mouth tip up in a grin; he was quite the romantic, her pirate.

Emma followed the ribbon, not in the least surprised when she found the door unlocked. "Killian?" she asked, stepping into the apartment and shrugging out of her coat.

"In the bedroom, love!"

Emma flipped the lock on the front door and moved that way. Their Christmas tree twinkled merrily in the bay window, a pile of presents underneath it. Santa would be bringing a few more in the night, even though Emma was fairly certain the magic had worn off for her teenage son. Still, it was fun to pretend.

Emma inhaled sharply as she entered the bedroom; nothing was as she left it that morning. The room was softly lit with candles and dimmed lamps. The everyday blue cotton sheets were gone and red satin in their place. It looked plush and decadent; she couldn't wait to feel it sliding over her skin. Even more surprising was the catch of supplies that lay on the nightstand: a can of whip cream, a bowl filled with warm melted chocolate, another with strawberries and her furred handcuffs. She had no idea how Killian even found those, let alone that he wanted to use them.

Although given how many times he'd been tied up in the time she'd known him, should she really be surprised?

Emma nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Killian's arms wrap around her from behind. "Evening, love," he murmured into her hair. His lips touched the soft strands, Emma felt herself begin to relax.

"You were busy," she observed.

"Aye, well, I tried to get your present but there was a bit of a problem."

"A problem?" she asked, wondering where he was going with this.

"It seems you are on Santa's naughty list, love." He kissed her neck, his warm nose nuzzling her slightly chilly skin.

"Oh really? Wonder how I managed that?" Suddenly the cuffs and other accouterments made sense and she felt a thrill shoot down her spine. Whatever Killian had in mind, she had a feeling she would thoroughly enjoy it.

His hand slid under her blouse, skimming over her stomach. "Well, you are the stubbornest lass I have ever met," he observed, nipping at her earlobe.

Emma leaned back into him, both amused and aroused. "Did Santa happen to give you any clues as to how to get back onto the nice list?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed into her skin. "Left it up to me, in fact."

Emma angled her head, biting her lip as he continued to kiss and lick at her neck. "Well, then we should get on that."

"We should." His hand slid higher, brushing the cup of her bra, her nipples tightening. She was so thankful she'd chosen a matching bra and panty set this morning, dark green lace that Killian loved. The act slipped just a little, as he growled into her skin. "I've waited all day for you, Swan."

Emma quickly unbuttoned her blouse, leaving it open as she spun in his arms. His lips crashed over hers, stealing her breath. She kissed him back hard, plunging her tongue into his mouth. Killian pulled her flush against him, hand and hook dropping to her ass. Emma moaned into his mouth, feeling zero shame about how quickly and easily he could turn her on.

"Killian..." She threaded her fingers into her dark hair, tugging lightly on the strands.

He pulled away with a gasp. "Yet another reason you're on the naughty list, love."

"You love it when I'm naughty, pirate."

He grinned. "Too right." He kissed her again, hand skimming up her side, and sliding her blouse off. "I've got so many things I want to do to you," he growled, mouth hot on her skin.

Her head fell back, blonde hair falling over her shoulders. "So do them. Do whatever you want." It wasn't often that she gave him complete free rein over her body, but she wanted to see what he'd do with it. She could always return the favor at some later date.

His hook slid under the strap of her bra. "I love this, but it needs to come off." He didn't destroy it like he did with so much of her other lingerie, gently sliding the straps down, flicking open the back and tossing it to the floor. His mouth dipped to suckle on her exposed nipples, switching from one to the other, fingers plucking at the abandoned one. Emma felt her knees buckle under his onslaught; she had to grip the bed post for support.

"Oh god," she breathed. Heat pooled in her stomach, the muscles trembling. "Oh god yes."

Killian chuckled, swirling his tongue around her puckered flesh. "Still cold, Swan?"

She shook her head furiously. "No." If anything she was hot, too hot, her remaining clothes suffocating her.

"Good." He kissed down her stomach, kneeling before for her. He kissed above her navel, yanking open her pants and peeling them down her long legs. He unzipped her boots, sliding them off, quickly followed by her socks and pants. "Gods, you're gorgeous," he said, looking up at her. He brushed a kiss to her bare mound, then stood abruptly, surprising her.

"What're you...?"

Killian walked over to the nightstand and picked up the furry handcuffs. "Get on the bed, love."

Emma's breathing hitched, wondering just what he planned on doing to her. She climbed up onto the bed; the sheets were smooth against her skin. She wanted to stretch out across them, to feel the satin on her most sensitive parts, but Killian caught her wrist gently. "All in good time," he said with a smile. "Turn around. On your knees."

She did as he asked, her back to him. She heard rather than saw the steel of the cuffs click into place. Her hands were restrained behind her back, not too tight, just enough so that she couldn't slip out of them. The angle forced her shoulders back and her chest out. "Alright there, Swan?"

Emma took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah."

"Good." He kissed her bare shoulder, while his hand ran down her spine. She shivered involuntarily. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Face me." Emma turned around, a bit awkward, as she couldn't use her hands for balance. She settled back on her haunches, waiting to see what he would do to her first. Killian looked her up and down, his eyes darkening. The look on his face never failed to make her heart race. Killian cradled her head and drew her forward, covering her mouth with his. The kiss was slow, a gentle give and take of their lips; Emma was leaning over the edge of the bed, her chest pressed against his, the material of his shirt rubbing her puckered nipples. She moaned softly, the friction not nearly enough, just the barest tease. Killian took advantage, deepening the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers until they were breathless. "I'm going to make you feel so good, lass," he murmured against her lips before pulling back. He put her to rights, settling her weight back onto the bed.

Emma's core clenched as she followed him with her eyes; he reached for the bowl of melted chocolate, stirring it slowly with the large spoon. Once he was satisfied, he dipped his finger in, lifting a dollop to her lips. He didn't have to say anything; Emma pounced on the treat, sucking his finger into her mouth. The flavor burst on her tongue, swirling around his finger, mimicking another act that he was very fond of. Killian groaned as he watched her, letting her play long after the chocolate was gone.

"Minx," he said as he pulled his finger away. "My turn, I think." He picked up the spoon and tipped it over her chest. Emma hissed as the still warm chocolate drizzled over her skin, skimming the tops of her breasts and lower, dripping toward her aching nipples. Killian put the spoon away, smirking at her before lowering his mouth to her skin. He lapped at her, tasting the chocolate, smearing it across her pale skin. "You taste like chocolate, love. So sweet."

Emma squirmed on the bed, trying to keep her balance. Killian slid his hand over her hip to steady her, returning to his feast. His mouth and tongue sent jolts of desire down her spine. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering, but Killian shook his head. "Don't hold back with me, Swan. There's no one here but us." He kissed her again, chocolate on his tongue, and Emma nodded.

"Okay. Just...god, just don't stop." This was everything she hadn't known she wanted; leave it to Killian to anticipate her wants before she did. "More, please." She leaned back, her hands brushing the heels of her feet, back arched. Killian took the hint, his mouth on her once more, licking and sucking at the chocolate. When she was clean, he drizzled more down her stomach, painting her skin with it. She spread her knees to better keep her balance as Killian moved lower. His hook curled around her back, the metal cold on her skin. The contrast between his warm mouth and the cold hook was driving her crazy, the ache sharpening, her clit throbbing.

She gasped in surprise when she heard him reaching for the can of whip cream. Her head snapped back up; he was grinning that dimpled grin. A few gentle shakes of the can and she was watching him squirt a healthy amount right over her cleft. He scooped a small bit onto his finger and let her taste it. It melted on her tongue and she moaned.

"Are you wet for me, Swan?" He asked, hand skimming over her body, smearing stray bits of chocolate. "Am I going to taste you and the whip cream?"

She could already feel it melting down between her thighs, no doubt mixing with some of her arousal. She'd been soaking long before this, almost painfully aroused. "Yes," she hissed. "God, stop teasing."

"Ah, ah, Swan. Where's the fun in that?" He gave her the briefest of pecks before lowering himself to the floor. Emma watched, riveted, as his tongue darted out to lick her. Bits of whip cream clung to his scruff, but he didn't stop, licking her cleft clean, his tongue just barely grazing her clit. Emma whined loudly, thrusting her hips at him. She didn't care how desperate she appeared; she needed him to touch her, to bring her off just once.

Killian chuckled, his hand skimming over her hip to squeeze her ass. "Would you like to come?" he purred, kissing her thigh.

"God, please." She rolled her hips again, praying he would have mercy on her.

"I think I'll have a treat first," he said calmly.

As soon as she was free, she was going to throttle him. But all coherent thought flew from her head when she felt him dragging something through her sopping flesh. It was fleshy and chilled and she hissed in pleasure. Her eyes widened when he pulled the object away; it was a strawberry. The fruit was covered in her arousal, along with stray flecks of whip cream. Killian brought it to his lips, humming at the taste as he bit into it.

"Delicious," he murmured. He finished it off in another bite and Emma licked her lips. "Would you like one, Swan?"

Emma nodded, no longer trusting her voice. This time she rubbed herself wantonly over the fruit, too far gone to care how it looked. She just needed. "Open for me, love." Emma opened her mouth, allowing Killian to feed her the succulent fruit. It tasted sweet and tangy at the same time, the flavors mixing on her tongue. She hummed in pleasure; Killian smiled as he fed her the rest.

"Good girl." He kissed a path down her stomach, hand and hook on either side of her hips. Emma leaned back again, thrusting her hips forward, trusting Killian to hold her steady. He braced his hand on her back as his mouth descended to her slit. She cried out as he tasted her, thrilled at having him where she needed him most. He spread her legs as far as they would go, licking and nipping at her. He tongued her entrance and Emma whimpered loudly. Her body was shaking as the pressure built, his nose brushing her clit as he devoured her. "Come for me, Swan," he said into her skin. He sucked her aching clit into his mouth, teeth scraping over it. Emma screamed out his name in ecstasy, her climax ripping through her. He kept his mouth on her, drawing it out until she collapsed onto her side, panting heavily.

She hardly noticed when Killian uncuffed her, easing the ache in her shoulders. He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades, rubbing soothing circles into her back. "Still with me?"

"Hmmm, yeah," she replied lazily. She stretched her arms over her head, the satin sheets feeling amazing on her still tingling skin. "You're still wearing clothes." Now that she'd come, she was eager for more. And judging by the prominent bulge in Killian's pants, he was as well.

"The princess wishes me to strip?"

Emma nodded. "Definitely."

"As you command." He brought her palm to his lips and kissed it before releasing her to strip. One by one, the pieces of his clothing fell to the floor, Killian sighing in relief as his cock sprang free of the tight pants. Emma bit her lip as she watched him, his hand curling loosely around his thick shaft. Her thighs rubbed together, another wave of arousal hitting her full force. He knew what that did to her, the bastard.

Emma scooted to the edge of the bed again, so that her mouth hovered right above where he was hard for her. "I think I deserve a treat now," she said in a low seductive voice, her eyes flitting over to the chocolate and whipped cream.

"Do you now? What sort of treat?"

"Oh, I think you know, Captain." Emma sat up, scooping the bowl of chocolate. She ran her finger along the inside, giving her just a taste. "Hmmm," she hummed licking her finger. "I wonder if it will taste as good on you." She did as he had done earlier, picking up the spoon of chocolate and drizzling it over his length. She grinned when he groaned, hips bucking closer to her. When she was satisfied with her work, she picked up the whipped cream and sprayed a line down his cock.

"Swan," he pouted.

Emma licked her lips. "Now who's impatient?" She got down on her knees before him, holding him in her hand. She locked eyes with him as her tongue flicked out over his tip, tasting the whipped cream. Killian's hand tightened into a fist as he watched her, fighting the urge to grab her hair and drag her back to his cock. She flashed him a smile then went back to her treat, licking more of the whipped cream and chocolate. The unique taste of cream, chocolate and Killian filled her mouth and her eyes fell closed at the decadence.

Emma licked him clean, teasing him mercilessly. She took him into her mouth once he was clean, sucking lightly. Killian bucked his hips, growling about good it felt. She let him gently fuck her mouth, fondling his balls until he was quivering with impending release. Then she pulled away abruptly, leaving him wanting.

"Bloody hell, Swan."

"I want you inside me when you come," she told him, smoothing her hands up his chest. "I want to feel you."

Killian rested his forehead on hers, gathering himself. Then he kissed her hard and deep, sending them tumbling into the bed. Emma hitched her leg over his hip, trying to get him closer, feeling like she wanted to crawl into his skin. He touched her everywhere, hand and hook teasing her breasts, her ass, fingers slipping between her thighs.

"Always so eager, love," he mumbled into her neck. "Gods, I love that."

Sometimes she wondered what this hold he had on her was, how she could want anyone as much as she wanted him. But she hoarded these precious moments they got alone together, hoarded them like gold. She could do whatever she wanted; Killian didn't judge her or frighten her. Their passion was strong and mutual and so very heady.

"Now, Killian," she breathed, nails scratching down his chest. "I want you now."

Killian sat up, knees bent in the same kneeling position Emma had been in earlier. "Go on, love." Emma followed suit, backing up toward him, weight braced on her arms. Her gasp melted into a groan as he entered her, the angle already making her breathing hitch.

"Christ, that feel good," she bit out. She rocked back and forth experimentally and they both moaned. "Oh god."

Killian caught the ends of her hair in his hand, tugging lightly on the strands. "Fuck, faster, Swan. Need you."

Emma understood, picking up her pace. Her thrusts faltered when he hit that spot and she tightened her grip on the sheets. "Fuck!"

Killian smoothed his hand over her ass, slipping down to where they were joined, gathering moisture on his fingers. She felt him, lightly fingering her puckered opening. Emma rocked back into him faster, nodding furiously. She cried out as his thumb slipped in, just a little, stretching her that little bit more.

"Emma..." It was half praise, half a plea. Neither of them were going to last much longer. Emma whimpered, rocking back again and again, chasing release. It slammed into her without warning, her whole body jerking as she sobbed. She felt Killian pulse wetly inside her, his own hips jerking as she milked him dry.

Emma flopped onto the bed, whining as Killian slipped out of her. He was behind her moments later, brushing back her sweaty hair, raining kisses onto her skin. "Bloody incredible," he muttered, cradling her against his body. "Love you so much."

Emma let him hold her, too exhausted to put up much of a fight. In truth, she loved when he held her; no one ever held her like that, like she was their entire world. After a lifetime without it, she craved it. Not that she'd ever tell him that. She was fairly certain he knew anyway.

"Don't fall asleep now, love."

"Why not?"

"Because Santa has your present."

"That wasn't my present?"

Killian laughed. "Swan, you get me every single day, that's hardly a present."

"Not every single day, pirate."

"Bloody insatiable you are," he continued as if she hadn't spoken.

"Hey! I'm not the one who ambushes me when I get home from work!" Or at the station for a long lunch. Or in her Bug in the middle of the woods. Honestly, she was surprised they hadn't gotten caught yet.

"If you don't want me doing that, all you have to do is say the word, love."

Emma gasped in horror. "Let's not get crazy now."

"That's what I thought."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Do you have my present? Is Santa appeased now?"

Killian laughed, a deep throated chuckled she felt all the way to her toes. She loved seeing him this happy; that kind of happiness was contagious. It meant a lot to her, especially after everything they'd been through. "So greedy, Swan. Always knew you were a pirate." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Stay right here."

"I don't think I can move," she mumbled, nevertheless missing him as soon as he was gone. It still surprised her just how quickly she'd gotten accustomed to his warmth.

"Close your eyes!" Killian called from their closet.

Emma huffed in impatience. "Fine." She closed her eyes. "Okay, they're closed!" She could hear him padding back into the bedroom, by the sounds of his feet, it sounded like he was carrying something heavy? What on earth? She started to move, but Killian tsked her.

"No peaking, love!"

"Killian, what is that?"

There was a thump and a huffy exhale. "Now you can open them, Swan."

Emma opened her eyes, then promptly blinked several times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. In front of her was what appeared to be a large chest, kind of like the one their friends Anna and Kristoff had arrived in. But this was far more intricately carved. "Killian..."

He scratched nervously behind his ear. "It's, um...now don't laugh, Swan," he warned. "It's a hope chest."

"A what?" She knew what those were, but they'd always sounded silly to her. It wasn't like she had a family or memories she wanted to keep anyway.

Killian bent down and flipped the top open. Emblazoned on the top was a swan and an anchor, tied together with a heart. "I know you have that box," he said softly. "Filled with things from your past. I thought perhaps...we could give them a new home. Along with some new memories."

Emma shook her head as a wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn't a crier, damn it. But that just might be the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given her.

"I'll understand if you don't like it."

Emma swallowed past the lump in her throat. "You're such an idiot." She got up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. "I love it. Thank you so much."

Killian sagged in relief, holding her just as tightly. "You deserve it, Swan."

"How did you...?" she asked, pulling back to see his face.

"Well, I'm sure you know that that Marco fellow is rather knowledgeable about building things. I sketched something out and he built it for me."

Emma laughed. "He made the wardrobe that brought me here."

"The ashes from that are how we met."

"I remember. I nearly fed you to the ogres."

"You were extraordinary, even then."

"I already have my present. No need to butter me up." But her cheeks were pink. She kissed him just to shut up him. "Let me get your present." This was what they did on Christmas Eve, spent the evening wrapped up together, then exchanged gifts. Their own little Christmas tradition. Emma dug in her dresser, making a mental note to add Killian's scarf from the beanstalk to her new hope chest. That was definitely a memory she wanted to save. She pulled out the small package she was looking for and returned to Killian. "Merry Christmas."

He grinned, taking the wrapped shape from her. He tore into it with his hook, making a surprised, but pleased sound when he saw what it was. "You got me a new spyglass?"

"It's got a ring on it for your hook," she said, worried that she'd done something wrong. "So you can open it."

Killian flipped it around; sure enough by the sight a small ring dangled, just big enough to slide the point of his hook through. He tried it out, pulling the glass out to its fullest length. He peered through it, a smile on his face. "It's wonderful. Thank you, Swan." He collapsed it on his hip as she'd seen him do so many times before.

"There something else on it too."

Killian cocked his head, frowning as he examined it further. It only took him a moment to find the engraving. Property of Captain Killian Jones. Followed by a swan. "Emma..." He threw the spyglass on the bed and pulled her in for a kiss. Emma yelped but melted into him, pure joy flooding her veins.

"Merry Christmas, Killian."

"Merry Christmas, Swan."