Author's note: I bring Christmas smut! This is set in a sort of pseudo canon verse where CS has been together for a while and living together, mostly because I thought it went well with my previous smutty Christmas fics. You don't need to read those for this to make sense, just be reasonably familiar with canon. I hope you enjoy it! It got longer than I expected, LOL.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no.

I'll Be Home for Christmas

Emma bit her lip as her back lightly thudded against the cabinet. The sounds of the party filtered up the stairs but they were faint compared to the blood rushing in her ears. Killian's warm solid body pressed intimately against hers, his mouth hot on her throat, hips pinning her in place. She could hardly breathe, let alone think, her body on fire. Her mother's Christmas party was going on downstairs, they really should have been down there mingling and opening presents. And they tried for a little while. Killian hadn't even wanted to come; they had their own Christmas Eve tradition and this party was putting a decided crimp in those plans. Emma didn't really blame him; she loved their tradition too.

But when her mother asked, Emma couldn't say no. She promised Killian they would only stay for a little bit, that there would be plenty of time for them at home. It would be their first Christmas in the new house; she wanted it to be special. None of this stopped him from giving her the bedroom eyes or teasing her when no one was looking, hence their little side trip to the upper part of the loft. The stated task of finding an extra set of dishtowels was quickly forgotten in their haste to touch one another, an attempt to burn off some of their sexual energy before everyone noticed how much neither was enjoying the party.

"Swan," Killian whispered softly, his hips rocking urgently against hers.

Emma's hands tightened on his ass as another zing of need shot through her. "We don't…have time," she mumbled, grinding back just as urgently.

"Gods, I can feel you," he muttered, teeth tugging on her earlobe. "So hot for me."

"Killian…"

"Closet's over there, yeah?"

"Yeah, but…" She squeaked as he grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the spare closet, the one that was once hers. Her things had long since been moved out; her parents now used it for storage. The door shut with a soft click, plunging them into even deeper darkness. Killian yanked her flush against and she could admit to herself that she loved his aggression. He was so often patient with her, making love to her slowly, but she adored the pirate, the Captain who just took what he wanted. She kissed him hard, passion boiling in her veins, the danger of getting caught making everything more intense.

"I could rip this sodding dress right off," he growled against her lips.

It was red—his favorite color—but not all that daring, by her standards. This was a family gathering after all. "You should see what I've got at home."

The prominent bulge in his pants pressed even harder against her. "Swan, you torture me."

She gave his ass another squeeze. "I don't mean to."

"Yes, you do." He bent down to kiss the swells of her breasts. "You knew we had to come to this bloody party and dressed so deliberately. My naughty Princess."

It really hadn't been her intention, but she was not about to argue. Not when she had so much trouble forming words. "Are you gonna talk or fuck me?" she hissed. Surely, they would be missed soon.

"My trousers, love." Emma didn't hesitate, unbuckling his belt and opening his fly as he rucked her dress up. He was so warm and thick in her hand, he groaned as she pumped him. "Bloody hell."

"How do you want me?"

Now that was a dangerous question. He wanted to do so many things to his lovely Swan, but most they did not have time for. "Legs around me, Swan."

Emma nodded hard, quickly yanking her panties aside so he could enter her. His hand and hook slid under her bare thighs and hoisted her up, her arms tight around his neck. There was some fumbling in the dark, something went thump, but then he slid home, impaling her on his long thick cock. Emma inhaled sharply, trying to be as quiet as possible, but he felt so good, filling her completely.

Killian paused for a moment, his forehead on hers, panting. Even this quickly she was soaked, her sheath nice and slippery for him, so tight around him. He had to take several deep breaths to steady himself, lest this be over too soon. Unless they were deliberately playing a game, he always saw to her needs first; it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

"God, Killian, move," Emma whined as loudly as she dared. She was burning up, her need on a knife's edge; they could be discovered at any moment. That excited her more than she thought it would, made her feel naughty in a very pleasing way. She'd missed on the chance to fool around with her boyfriend right under her parents' noses when she was younger.

"Hold on to me." They were both so close already; he needed her too badly to be gentle. The dress she was wearing really was driving him crazy; her green eyes twinkling with pure happiness all evening. He was mildly put out that his original plan of a romantic evening of wine and lovemaking was put off, but in some respects this was better. He relished teasing her, seeing just how far he could push her before she pushed back. He didn't expect this when she dragged him up the stairs but he would never deny her. Unless she asked very nicely.

Emma held on, head buried in Killian's neck as he fucked her hard and fast. She prayed the party was loud enough to cover the sounds of slapping skin and her little cries of pleasure; she thanked every god she could think of that Regina had already taken Henry to her house for the night. Fucking her pirate in her parents' closet was more than enough excitement for her. "Yes," she breathed, shuddering as he hit the perfect spot. "Fuck, right there!"

Killian urged her legs higher and tighter on his waist, changing the angle so he could slam into her harder. Her whimpers of need nearly undid him, his orgasm coiling at the base of his spine. In seconds, she was shaking, her body tightening for impending release. "Come, sweet," he pleaded, so, so close himself. "Come for me."

Emma bit hard on her lip as she exploded, euphoria rushing through her veins. Stars popped behind her closed eyes, hips grinding against his, eager to coax his own high from him. Killian hissed and jerked, hips pumping, her walls fluttering along his length. Her name was the only word on his lips as he fell, cock pulsing wetly inside her.

The only sounds in the cramped closet was their heavy breathing, both too sated to move.

"Emma? Killian? Everything okay?"

Emma winced at the sound of her mother's voice. "Yeah, still looking!" she called, hoping her voice didn't give them away.

"Let us know if you need help!" Snow called back, her feet headed back down the stairs.

"Over my dead body," Killian muttered, laying kisses along Emma's jaw.

"Don't even joke about that."

"Apologies, love."

Even in dark it wasn't difficult to find his lips. Emma kissed him silent, her body still tingling from her high. "We should get back."

"Aye. And with those bloody towels."

She laughed. "Yeah."

"We're leaving as soon as we can," Killian said emphatically, gently lowering her to the floor. "Party be damned."

Emma quickly slid her soaked panties back into place, she could feel his essence start to leak out of her, which just made her horny all over again. Later, soon. She could take her pirate home, strip him naked and have all sorts of naughty Christmas fun. Last year he'd tied her up and indulged in some sexy food play; Emma wanted to up the ante this year. She'd been collecting things for a while, squirreling them away in her hope chest, Killian's gift from last year. He respected her privacy, so she knew they were safe in there.

"Come on, let's find these damn things so they don't suspect us." She conjured a little ball of light with her magic, intent on finding the towels, but Killian just stood there, a shit eating grin on his face. "What?"

"Swan, you look…thoroughly debauched."

She blushed. "And who's fault is that?"

"Might I remind you that you dragged me."

She huffed, annoyed that he was right. "What's worse, the dress or my hair?"

"Definitely your hair." He reached out and ran his fingers through the soft golden tresses. "I find it rather fetching."

She rolled her eyes, pulling away from him so she could fix it. "Play nice," she scolded. "Or you don't get your present."

"You know, I'm not sure how much I approve of this behavioral manipulation, Swan." But the grumble had no bite. Killian finished righting his own clothes, then helped her actually find the towels they were meant to be searching for. Task accomplished, Emma went down first, leaving Killian to put the closet back together.

"Good, I thought they were up there," Snow said happily, taking the towels from Emma. "Where's Killian?"

"Picking up some things that fell. It's really cramped in there, Mom."

Snow nodded in agreement. "I keep asking your father to go through it, see if anything can be donated, but between little Neal and his job, there just hasn't been time."

"Maybe Henry could do it? Lately, he's been looking for some odd jobs to earn a little cash."

"Violet?"

Emma cocked her head, a bit nonplussed. Why hadn't she thought of that? Then she laughed. "You're probably right. He still feels like that ten year old who showed up at my door."

Snow turned to Emma, a wistful smile on her face. "I believe I know the feeling. No matter what I heard upstairs."

Emma flushed crimson. "Mom, it's not…oh hell. Busted?"

To her surprise, Snow just smiled wider. "Emma, your happiness is all I've ever wanted for you. He makes you happy." Then her green eyes turned mischievous. "Now make sure you say good night to your father before you two leave."

"We weren't…" But Emma knew arguing would be pointless. This was her mother. "That obvious?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure Charming remains in blissful ignorance."

Emma let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god."

"Now go on!"

Emma smiled and hugged her mother. "Merry Christmas, Mom."

"Merry Christmas, honey. Tell Killian he can come by for his gift anytime, okay?"

"You got him a gift?"

"Of course, he's family, sweetheart."

Killian finally got the closet more or less put to rights, then headed down. Emma came over, her smile making his heart stutter in his chest, so beautiful was she. "Swan?"

"Wanna get out of here?"

"So soon?"

"We just gotta say good night to Dad. Then the night is ours." Emma slipped her arm through his and gently steered them in David's direction. He was holding little Neal by the Christmas tree, the little one fascinated by all the twinkling lights. "Hey Dad."

David looked up, surprised. "Don't tell me you're leaving already?"

"We still have some presents to wrap," Emma fibbed. "Regina's bringing Henry first thing in the morning."

"Oh. Well…" David held Neal out to his daughter. "Hold him for a minute?"

Emma swung her brother to her hip; he was getting so big these days. Her heart twisted wistfully; her only memories of doing this with Henry were fake. Killian seemed to sense her mood, his hook rubbing her lower back soothingly, even as he made funny faces for the almost toddler. Neal waved his arms, laughing at his antics.

"Just a little something from your mother and I," David said, two packages in his hands. "Merry Christmas."

Killian looked stunned, but pleased. He accepted the gifts while Emma handed her brother back. She hugged her father, Neal squirming unhappily between them. "Sorry, little bro," Emma apologized, kissing his downy head. "Thanks, Dad. Merry Christmas."

After waving good night to the other guests, Emma and Killian slipped out. They paused only long enough for Emma to slip on her coat; it was already below freezing. There were reports of snow, but none was falling yet. Another reason for them to get home as soon as possible. The Bug rumbled to life, Emma revving the engine for a couple of minutes so the old girl wouldn't stall on their way home.

"Are all such vessels so susceptible to the cold in this realm?"

"Probably not. The Bug's just old. But I love this car." Her Bug had seen her through most of her life changing moments; she wasn't about to let it go. It still ran well enough. The streets were quiet; it only took them a few minutes to cross town to their place. When she talked about the white picket fence life in Camelot, she never expected Killian to take it that literally. But leave it to her pirate to find them the perfect house, a real home of their own. She liked the apartment they had been living in, but this house was everything she'd dreamed of as a little girl.

"Let's get you inside, love." They dashed through the gate and up the stairs, Emma unlocking the door quickly.

Coats and shoes put away, Emma slipped her hand into his. "Presents now or later?"

"I have to admit to be intrigued by what your parents thought would be appropriate for a pirate."

She laughed. "Okay, so we'll do those now. Our presents…"

"Later," Killian said emphatically. "I'm taking you to bed, love."

A pleasant shiver ran down her spine. "Good. I've got some new things for us to try."

"Do you now?"

"Yeah, just consider it part of your present."

He was sorely tempted to say sod the gifts and just march her to their bedroom, but he restrained himself. They settled by their enormous shining tree, presents already piled high. Most of them were for Henry naturally, but they exchanged more innocuous gifts on Christmas Day. The most heartfelt gifts were reserved for this night, when they could be alone.

"You go first!"

Killian chuckled, amused by her childlike enthusiasm. Obligingly, he tore into the wrappings, his hook scraping over the box under the paper. Intrigued, he lifted the lid. "Dare I ask?"

Emma peered into the box, a goofy grin erupting on her face. "Oh my god, they got you pirate pajamas!"

"This is your father's doing. He's mocking my ancient profession!"

Emma lifted the top of the box, standing so she could hold it up to her body. It was soft and made of flannel, little pirate ships and skulls and crossbones all over it. It was cute; the trouble was, Killian wasn't much for sleepwear. He only condescended when Henry was in the house, because Emma insisted. She liked that he preferred to sleep in the nude—it was a very good thing for her—but not when her teenage son was around. She thought getting Killian into some boxers and a t-shirt was an accomplishment. (And also kinda hot, she had to admit.) "Look, Killian! It's not so bad."

"Don't contribute to my humiliation, Swan."

She put the shirt down and knelt in front of him. "Hey, I wasn't making fun of you. I think they're adorable."

"Pirates are not adorable."

"Mine is." She leaned up and kissed his pouting lips. "He's also dangerous and sexy. You can be both, you know. I love every bit of you, even the parts you think I shouldn't."

He looked into her bottomless emerald gaze, her love for him shining there. His Swan claimed to not know how to talk about her feelings, but he found she could do so quite well when it truly mattered. "I love you too, Swan."

She kissed him again. "Hey, if you don't like them, I'll wear them. They look comfy."

"Now that is a notion I can get behind, lass."

"Good. Let's see what I got." He handed her the heavier box. She picked it up and shook it by her ear, trying to guess what was inside. That didn't help, so she simply ripped it open. Under the paper was another box, made of wood. It had her initials carved into the top. When she opened it, she laughed. "You were right, Killian. Dad did buy these gifts!"

"How do you know?"

"Because they got me a new holster for my gun." She lifted the lid higher so he could see. It was nice, well crafted black leather with silver clasps. But plainly a very practical gift.

"At least it's leather."

Emma kept her smile to herself; Killian would definitely like her gift this year. She laid their opened gifts aside and climbed back onto the couch, snuggling close to him. "Hmm, this is better."

Killian wrapped his hooked arm around her shoulders, lips grazing her temple. "I won't ever say no to a quiet evening at home."

"Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?"

"Sailing? I don't know…pirating?" He'd given up the Jolly for her once, she knew that, but he'd lived such a long and exciting life, she wondered how he could possibly be happy with her and their white picket fence.

"Ah." He found her hand and squeezed. "Aye, sometimes. I miss the sway of the sea under my feet, the freedom to go wherever I wanted. But that kind of life comes with a price, one I paid over and over again. Turned me into someone I wasn't particularly proud of."

"Did you like being in the Navy?"

"I did. And Liam was there. Thought we were invincible, we did."

Emma knew he was trying to keep his voice light, but she understood him too well. He missed Liam as much as he ever did. Meeting Liam in the Underworld had thrown her, but she was sad she never got to say goodbye to him. He was only looking out for Killian. "Do you think…you might have been with him? Had Zeus not sent you back?"

"Oh Swan." Killian pulled her into his lap, his fingers grazing her cheek. "I miss Liam, aye. But I got to say goodbye. I know that when the time is right, I'll see him again. We'll see him again. No life, heaven or hell, would be complete without you. That's why Zeus sent me back. This is where I am supposed to be, right here at your side."

Her throat was tight, losing him had nearly broken her. Now they had a second chance. "I just…I want you to be happy, Killian."

"I am, Swan. Are there things about my old life I miss? Of course. But I would trade everything that made me that man to stay here with you. Even the Jolly. She's just a ship."

"She's your ship, Killian. Your home."

"You are my home, love. You and Henry. Bloody hell, even your parents. You've made me a part of your family; I can't tell you how much that means to me."

"I think I can guess." She was without a home for so long, without family; she knew exactly how he felt.

His adorable smile flickered, a question lingered in his gaze. She was about to question him when he said, "Sod it" and gently pushed her off his lap. Her brow knitted in confusion until he knelt in front of her, fishing for something in his shirt pocket. "I was going to wait until later, I had all these plans, but I don't want to wait anymore." Killian held out his hand and Emma gasped. A solitaire diamond ring lay there, shining in the colored lights of the Christmas tree. "Emma Swan, will you do the me great honor of becoming my wife?"

She knew she needed to speak, but her voice refused to work. The first time someone asked her that question, all she'd felt was panic. Now pure joy made her heart flutter. She found herself nodding, the only way she could answer.

"Emma?"

Oh god, he sounded so unsure! "Yes!" she squeaked, holding out her shaking hand. "Yes!"

The smile that lit up his face would put the sun to shame. Killian slid the ring onto her finger, even as her right hand curled into his shirt. He hardly had a chance to breathe before she was kissing him, her soft lips seemingly everywhere at once. They initially fell back into the couch, just kissing, but in their joyous enthusiasm, they over balanced and somehow found themselves on the floor by the tree.

"Did you mean it, Swan?"

"Killian, I would never do that to you. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I know, I do." He brushed some hair away from her face. "I've wanted to ask you so many times; I think I've always known you were my True Love. I want you to be sure."

She took his palm and brought it to her lips. "What part about going to the Underworld to get you back was confusing?"

He sobered. "I've lost everyone, Emma, same as you. It still sometimes feels surreal, waking with you in my arms."

"Hopefully in fifty years, it won't. Because I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, pirate."

"Hmm, that sounds nice."

"Now are you gonna kiss me or what, Captain Jones?"

"I can think of much more than that, Mrs. Jones."

"Swan-Jones."

"As you wish." He moved to stand, holding out his hand to help her up. Then to her consternation, he scooped her up, marching them up the stairs and to the bedroom. "Killian!"

"You can so all sorts of naughty things to me once we reach the bed," he promised.

"Don't think I won't," she warned.

"I look forward to it." He beamed at her, turning the corner at the top of the stairs. A dozen strides had them at their door, another four found Emma bouncing on the firm mattress. A wave of her hand turned on the lights and closed the door. "Impatient, Swan?"

She moved up on her knees, the tall bed putting them on the level. Pressing her left hand to his chest, she wet her lips. "The pirate really wants to get married?"

"Only if he's marrying you, love."

"Good." She grabbed his necklace and pulled him in for a kiss, slow and teasing, pulling away every time he tried to deepen it. His hand and hook settled on her waist. "Would you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Strip. Let me watch."

He could see the want in her darkened pupils. "Shall I leave the brace on?"

"For now." She had plans for his hook, but he didn't need to know that yet. Emma sat back on the bed, finding a comfortable place for her show. She noticed Killian's cheeks were faintly pink; it was endearing, he was usually so cocky about his effect on her. It occurred to her that she'd never specifically asked him to strip for her; she enjoyed peeling away the layers herself, discovering new scars or marks, worshipping his body in a way she knew no other lover had before her.

Well, if he was a little shy about it, she could help. Her eyes followed his fingers as they popped open the buttons of his vest; Emma let her hands slide down to the hem of her skirt, teasingly pulling it up her thighs. Killian's eyes lit up, his grin positively sinful and Emma knew she'd made the right choice. No reason they couldn't tease each other, now was there? Killian shrugged out of his waistcoat, Emma lowered the zipper of her dress. One by one the buttons gave way on his paisley blue shirt (one she loved because it brought out his gorgeous eyes), Emma let the top of her dress fall to her waist. Neither spoke, but Emma beckoned him with her finger. His nostrils flared as he approached, his gaze drinking the miles of pale perfect skin, her breasts still encased the red silk bra. He bit on his lip as she smoothed her hands over his chest, pausing briefly to tease his nipples. Emma touched him like he was precious, like all she wanted was to explore every inch of him. He kept still as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her pink tongue darting out to lick his sensitive peaks. He made a strangled sound of want low in his throat; the ring she now wore glinted in the light, her proximity causing his pulse to skyrocket. The cloth fluttered to the floor, Emma leaned back to admire him. Love and lust shined in her eyes, her lips kiss swollen and begging for more. Killian reached out with his fingertip and his hook, tracing the edge of her bra carefully, smiling as she shivered in response.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured.

This time she blushed and gently lowered his arms. "Ah, ah, not yet, Captain."

He nodded, more than willing to give her the lead. Still, he waited until she shimmied out of the dress; only then did he reached for his belt. His trousers were uncomfortably tight, but it was worth it to see the hunger in her gaze as he peeled the denim down his thighs, kicking them off dramatically. As usual, he wore nothing underneath—commando, it was called in this realm, for some reason—his arousal hard and heavy between his legs.

Emma licked her lips instinctively, her core pulsing with need. It was like she hadn't just had him a little over an hour ago in her parents' closet; she yearned for him in a way she never experienced before he came into her life. She reached behind her back and unclasped the hook, hardly letting the silk fall to the floor before she cupped her breasts, mewling softly at the stimulation.

Killian groaned, unable to stop staring. "Swan?"

"Do you trust me, Killian?"

"Implicitly, love."

She reached for him and he came, ducking to kiss her passionately. It made her knees weak, threatening her resolve to make this last. Her nails dug into his biceps, making him hiss in pleasure. "Emma," he panted, still chasing her lips, nowhere near finished with her.

She skimmed her hand over his chest and shoulder, fingers tangling in his hair. "I know, I want you too. So much."

"But?"

She smiled nervously, nose brushing his. "I've been…collecting things. Like toys and stuff? To surprise you, for Christmas."

"And I've told you before, love. You're all the gift I need." He drew her left hand to his lips and kissed it. "But it would be rude to refuse such a well thought out gift."

His smirk was sexy and adorable all at the time. This was the rest of her life and she truly could not be happier about it. She drew his lips to hers for a brief kiss. "Why don't you get comfortable then?"

"Where do you want me?"

"The bed, if you promise to be good."

He jerked, her fingers brushing the sensitive tip of his cock. "Planning on tying me up, Swan?"

"Maybe."

"Now I'm intrigued." He rocked his hips into her touch, his hand molding to her breast as she deftly pumped him.

He was trying to distract her, but Emma fought the urge to just let him have his way with her. She forced herself to stand, spinning them around and giving Killian a little shove. He flopped down on the mattress, stretching out lazily in the middle, his gaze following her as she moved to her hope chest. His cocked brow just made her shake her head; how did he even do that? The man himself was sex on legs; she knew he was dangerous to her the moment she met him. He was just the sort of man she'd have gone for when she was lonely, but even more…she knew he would be a danger to her heart. Even when he played the part of the cocky pirate, she saw right through it. He was like her, broken and hurting, searching for something to hold on to…someone. Like saw like and she knew that in another life, she could love him. And that scared the daylights out of her. So she tried to push him away, leave before she could get left and it only hurt them both. Killian never held it against her, he just patiently waited, pushed when she needed a push, but in the end, he kept his promise. He had won her heart, fair and square, and now they could seize a real future together. It was scary and exciting; she could take any leap with him at her side.

She knelt over the open chest, digging for the things she'd collected. She didn't think they'd use all of them this night, but she wanted to share this with him.

"Swan?"

"Now who's impatient?" She shut the chest with a snap and leaned over, dropping her collection at the foot of the bed.

"You do want to tie me up."

"That a problem?"

"I thought you'd never ask, darling."

She grinned, coming around to climb into the tall bed. Killian sat up, halting her movement by grabbing her elbow and crushing his mouth to hers. She moaned into it, thrilled he was so willing to let her play with him. "Is this really okay?" He'd told her about his childhood; she didn't want to bring back bad memories or worse, hurt him.

The concern in her voice cut through him like a knife; he couldn't recall the last person who cared this much about his well being. "I promise, Swan, it's okay. I trust you with my life and my heart."

"I love you," she said, her heart threatening to burst with it. "I love you, Killian Jones."

He would never get tired of hearing those words on her lips. "And I you, my lovely Swan."

Gently, Emma pushed him back on the mattress; Killian obligingly raised his arms over his head. He had been teaching her some sailor's knots and she used the knowledge now, securing his right arm then his left to the headboard. The left was tricky as she removed his hook, but she managed it. She had him test the sturdiness and pronounced herself satisfied.

She decided to start simply, kneeling between his splayed thighs and picking up a small bottle. He watched as she squeezed some liquid in her hand, then rubbing her hands together to warm them. He jerked involuntarily as she laid those hands on his body, starting at the V of his hips and working her way up. He licked his lips, trying to keep still, but this was a new kind of torture. Sweet smelling oil was rubbed into his skin, Emma bent over him enticingly. Her tongue teased his nipples again, teeth biting down with just a flash of pain. His cock throbbed, desperate to be touched, but she was ignoring it completely. As she smoothed oil up his arms, her breast hung so very close to his mouth; hungry for her, he lunged forward, suckling at one, moaning as she shuddered above him.

"Fuck." A pulse of want shot through her, but she didn't protest or scold him. In fact, she urged him to suckle its twin, bracing herself on the headboard above him. "God, that feels amazing."

She had him trussed to the bed, her body straddled over his as he pleasured her orally and he was in heaven. It was a testament to the trust that had built between them and it only made him love her more.

Emma sucked her lip into her mouth, her hips rocking involuntarily as he teased her. Her panties had long since become a lost cause, soaked with her arousal and the remnants of their earlier tryst. She reached down with one hand, jerking her panties aside so she could touch herself. "More," she demanded, middle finger circling her swollen clit. "Fuck."

Killian took one nipple between his teeth, holding it steady as he lashed it with his tongue. Emma cried out, bending down farther so he could suck better. Her nipples were so sensitive, little sparks of lust shooting to her core with every sweep of his tongue. She shoved two fingers inside her heat, riding them quickly, seeking her high. Killian felt it wash over her, her whole body trembling as she climaxed. He was a greedy man, relishing every time he got to see her fall apart. "Hmmm."

Emma groaned, reluctantly pushing herself up. She had that pleasant post-orgasm haze around the edges, one that quickly melted as she drank in her pirate looking smug. His skin glistened with oil and she wet her lips. She offered her fingers for him to lick clean, Killian obeyed without needing to be told. When he was finished, she moved again, returning to her perch between his legs. He looked good enough to eat. Plucking through her collection, she picked up the small silver bullet. "Know what this is?"

"Can't say that I do."

She twisted the top, a buzzing sound filled the room. He looked surprised but intrigued; she took that as a good sign. She touched the vibrator to the V of hip; Killian jerked. "Bloody hell!"

"Here, watch me." Her body was still humming from her orgasm, but responded the moment the little bullet touched her skin. She rolled it around her nipples, down the valley of her breasts, over her belly. Knowing he was watching her made it more exciting. "Now you. Try to hold still." She smiled encouragingly as she laid it on the same spot, gradually sliding it lower, over his inner thigh. Killian's arms tensed in the restraints, the vibration driving him crazy. The he felt her hand on his cock, his balls, lightly massaging, the vibration getting closer. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to think about something else, anything else, determined not to give in. The very tip of the contraption touched a very delicate spot behind his balls and Killian screamed.

"Too much?" Emma quickly pulled it away, concern lacing her tone. His chest heaved like he'd been running a marathon; it was arousing, she had to be honest. Every muscle strained with coiled desperation; he was perfect.

"No," Killian bit out, throat dry. "Just…unexpected."

"Do you want me to stop?"

He rocked his hips up. "More."

Emma nodded, turning the vibrator back on its lowest setting and slowly rolling it over his cock. Muscles flexed and strained, sweat beaded on his brow, but it felt incredible. His back bowed hard, a shudder racing through him as she replaced the buzzing with her warm mouth. "Gods."

She smiled around his cock, licking the length of him, suckling on the belled head. She loved doing this for him, loving the sounds he made, the way his eyes would glaze over in pleasure. She paid special attention to the spot just below the head, one that made him jerk so hard on his restraints that the headboard creaked. "Swan!"

He panted for breath as she released him, nearly vibrating with need. He felt the bed dip beside him, Emma's gentle touch on his brow. "Okay?"

"A-a-aye," he breathed, still shivering. "I…knew you'd be…bloody amazing at that…Swan."

She kissed his brow, her fingers skimming over his chest. "I'm gonna untie you, just relax for now."

"No! Leave them. Please, Swan."

"Are you sure?"

"Aye, let me watch you, love. Please."

She pecked his lips, more than willing to accede to his request. His head lay propped up on some pillows, so he would have no trouble watching her as she pleasured herself. Smirking, she picked up his hook, her fingers running lovingly over the metal. She liked when he used it on her, but she'd never used it quite like this. She kissed it, then ran the curved edge down her body, drawing random patterns, goosebumps rising on her skin. The metal was cool but warming; the smoothness felt so good on her skin, she wondered why she waited so long to try this.

Killian was trying to recover from his Swan's sensual onslaught, his heart still beating fast and his breathing shallow, but it was so difficult when she was sliding his hook all over her luscious body, the pleasure of such an act evident on her face. He groaned softly as she slid the metal between her thighs, her mouth open in a little O. She moved gracefully, hips rolling and grinding down on the curved edge. "Oh, oh," she breathed. "Yes."

She could feel his stormy gaze on her, the growl in his throat, and it spurred her on, her other hand moving to her clit. "Swan," Killian gasped, straining again against the restraints, but he loved every second, hips bucking off the bed as she came again, his name on her lips.

Emma panted hard, still riding her high. "Oh my god."

"Emma…love…I need you. Please."

The crack in his voice burned through her haze, her body still ached for his, despite her orgasms. She loved the way he felt inside her, the way he burned for her. In her haste, she fumbled with the ropes, her fingers shaking. The moment he was free, Killian pounced on her, sliding effortlessly between her thighs. Emma pulled his head down, kissing him passionately, back arching as he found the right angle to penetrate her. He swore, a shudder racing through him, her slick heat welcoming him. "Fucking hell, Swan."

Emma locked her legs behind his back, urging him deeper, harder. "Killian…god yes."

He groaned, her nails scoring down his back, but it was a good pain. He hated rutting into her like an animal, but she'd driven him wild with her erotic display. He'd asked for it and he loved her for feeling safe enough to reveal herself in that way. "Emma, Emma."

"Don't stop. Ugh, you feel so good."

He slowed down just a bit, breathing hard, his hand sliding over her hip. "Want this to last, love," he panted.

Of course he'd want to give her some romantic moment, but all she needed was him, just as he was. "It's okay, Killian." She wound her fingers into his hair, forcing him to look in her eyes. "I love you."

He couldn't resist her, hips jerking as he fucked her into the mattress. With every roll of his hips his pubic bone ground against her clit and Emma cried out, the pressure building in her core. They came together, Emma arching under him, moaning loudly. Killian grunted, bliss alight in his veins. He buried his face in her neck, the echo of their heartbeats in his ears.

Emma sagged into the mattress, holding him close as she unwound her legs. "Still with me, tiger?"

He chuckled breathlessly. "Aye, Swan."

She drew random patterns on his back. "I'll give you a massage after we open presents?"

"Didn't we already exchange gifts?"

She smacked his shoulder. "Getting engaged is not a gift!"

He laughed heartily, giving her a heartstopping grin. "Just teasing, love, never fear. But getting engaged…that sounds good."

She rolled her eyes but smiled back at him. "Yeah, it does." She traced his cheek. "I'm glad you decided not wait. We've had enough waiting to last a lifetime."

"Now we've got that whole lifetime ahead of us. Ready for a new adventure, love?"

"With you? Always." She drew him down for a kiss, then looked at him expectantly. "Presents?"

"Very well." He sounded quite put out, but he was smiling. He rolled over and out of bed, striding toward the closet. She grinned to herself, it was his preferred hiding place. She probably could have infiltrated his secret lair, but it was fun to be surprised. Last year, he went big, but she suspected something smaller this time. Still, she was surprised at how small it appeared to be. He handed her an awkwardly wrapped box, scratching nervously behind his ear.

"Henry helped me with it, using his portable typing device."

"His laptop?"

"Aye, that."

Curious, she ripped open the gold paper and lifted the lid off the box. Inside lay a simple mp3 player. "Huh, what is it?"

"Well, you know how you always want me to read? I thought it would be nice to have some of your favorites there for when you're off sheriffing."

Oh. Emma jumped up and hugged him tight, incredibly touched by his gift. The fact that he worked with Henry and with all this unfamiliar technology to do something so thoughtful just made her fall in love with him all over again. "Thank you, Killian. I love it."

"Do you still want me to read to you here?"

She laughed. "Of course, silly. The recordings are wonderful, but I love the real thing."

"Good to know."

She squeezed him one last time, then headed off to find his gift. She hoped she hadn't overstepped; Killian didn't know she borrowed his lone family heirloom. But after meeting Liam, she knew it was the perfect gift. She found the box at the foot of their bed, wrapped in bright red and green paper. "I hope you like it."

He looked at her like she was being ridiculous. He sat on the edge of the bed and ripped open the paper. When he got inside the box, he just stared. "Swan…this is…how?"

She sat down next to him and laid her hand on his forearm, just above his brace. "I might have slipped it from your chest. I hope you don't mind."

He grinned. "You're a pirate, love. It's to be expected." Then he turned serious. "Thank you, Swan."

She lifted the leather satchel out of the box, running her fingers over the gold medallion on the clasp. "I liked Liam," she said simply. "I know we didn't get off on the right foot, but he loves you, just as much as I do. I wanted to give a piece of him back to you."

"It's incredible. Thank you." He leaned over to kiss her. "He liked you too, you know. Liam could be a stubborn arse, but he made the right choice in the in the end. He knew my place was with you."

She laced her fingers with his, her ring right there between them. "Merry Christmas, Killian."

"Merry Christmas, Swan."