Here's part 2 of my secret Santa story. And again if you would to check out the gif set I made, it can be found here... post/154925911104/ladyciaramiggles-and-here-is-part-2-of-your-gf-ss
Also this one is a touch closer to that "M" rating than the rest of the story has been...
A Beach House Christmas
Merry Christmas
Christmas Morning
Awakening early on Christmas morning, Killian pulled Emma close and watched the sun climb up over the water, painting the sky beautiful shades of orange and yellow. As he was climbing out of bed, Emma opened her eyes and reached out toward him, "We have a few hours babe. Come back to bed."
Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he whispered, "Sleep love, I'll not be long."
Leaving the room, he let the dog out, took care of the kittens and started breakfast. Feeling arms wrap around his middle, he covered her hands with one of his while he flipped the pancakes with the other. "You were supposed to stay in bed so I could bring you breakfast."
Emma laid her cheek on his warm bare back, "The bed was lonely." She kissed him between his shoulder blades before leaning against the counter to watch the smooth efficiency with which he handled the cooking utensil, which was nothing compared to the way he handled her body. Wayward thoughts, Swan, she thought, eyeing his body proudly showcased in front of her, covered only in denim.
Killian smirked at her watching him, feeling her eyes following his every move as he poured batter onto the griddle, then flipped the pancakes so both sides turned out golden brown. "Love, you keep staring at my nether regions like that, you might get more than you bargained for so early in the morning."
Emma raised a brow, "Who says?" she quipped licking her lips seductively.
Placing the last pancake on a plate, and moving in front of her he pulled her close, "It's like that, is it?"
She cupped his face and rubbed her nose against his, "Always my love. But this morning pancakes win."
They sat down and enjoyed breakfast while watching the newest family members attack each other, empty bags, ribbon, and whatever else they encountered as they flew around the room. As Emma was finishing her last bite, Killian took her hand and tugged her into his lap, "Here, open this one first." He handed her a small, brightly wrapped box.
Smiling shyly, Emma took the gift, removed the wrapping and when she opened the box discovered a silver charm bracelet, nestled among the black velvet. As she looked through the charms, she realized that they told a story all on their own, as they were meaningful to their relationship. A ship, a mailbox, a swan, a magnolia, a dog and on and on, ending with a locket that held a small picture from their wedding day. "Killian," she whispered his name reverently, "I don't know what to say. Thank you, doesn't seem enough."
He remained quiet but tapped his bottom lip and raised a brow, telling her exactly what she could do to express her thanks. Relaxing her body against his, she kissed him lightly before diving back in, locking their lips together in a kiss that was both hot and sweet at the same time. Their lips meshed as if they had been made for each other. He tasted of sweet maple syrup and something that was uniquely Killian, which Emma knew she could never get enough. Savoring the moment, they exchanged kisses, some long, some short, until a yelp was heard and looking up they discovered that Rumple had come back inside, and both kittens had pounced on him.
After attending to Rumple, Emma went to the tree and picked up the gift she wanted Killian to open. As she walked back toward him the intense look in his eyes caused her to shiver with awareness and when she handed him the gift, and their fingers touched, electricity zipped along her skin. Unsure about his reaction, she stood in front of him, nibbling her thumbnail as he opened it.
Killian watched her standing in front of him, noting her nervousness, while he undid the paper. Opening the box, he pulled out a long chain with a silver swan, entwined with a silver hook, hanging from it. Looking up at Emma, he raised his eyebrow in question.
Leaning over Emma took the chain and slipped it over his neck and tried to keep a straight face, "I trust you, but for those cruises, I'm not able to make, I just wanted you to have something to remind your passengers, that Captain Freakin Hook belongs to a swan," then she ruined the delivery by giggling.
Killian picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her down the hall, "I belong to you, you say?" He swatted her on the butt and then rubbed the cheek to take the burn away, "come show me," he whispered as he followed her down onto the bed and they spent a delicious hour before it was time to go have Christmas dinner with the rest of their family.
Lunch with Family
Killian, Emma, and Rumple arrived at M&M and David's house at the same time as Liam and Elsa and as the men carried in the packages, the women took Rumple to meet up with his newest friend, Wilby. A collie whom David had found wandering around the hospital grounds and when the dog's owner hadn't been located, he had promptly adopted.
As soon as the door was opened, Wilby and Rumple took off running in circles, playing a game that only they understood. Leaving them to their antics the adults moved into the house where M&M and David's mother, Ruth were setting the table and David's dad, Robert was watching a basketball game while entertaining the baby.
Killian and Liam placed all the packages under the tree and Emma and Elsa immediately jumped in to help M&M and Ruth. Setting the dessert dish on the counter, Emma asked what she could do to help.
Mary Margaret walked by and after peaking in at the dessert, grinned at Emma, "Chocolate. How did I know?"
Feeling her face heat, Emma assumed a nonchalant stance, "What?"
Her sister dimpled, "Ok, we'll play it that way. Here," she handed her a large bowl full of the makings of a salad. "You can make this, then all we need are the drinks."
Working together the meal was complete and everyone sat down to eat. M&M and Ruth had outdone themselves as the food smelled amazing and looking around the table, Emma couldn't believe how much her life had changed in the last year. Feeling Killian squeeze her thigh, she met his loving gaze and allowed herself to get lost in the joy of the day.
After the meal was completed the men volunteered for clean-up duty. Emma kissed Killian, told him to have fun and moved to the bouncy seat set off to the side and picked up her niece. Burying her face in Emily's soft neck, she inhaled that sweet baby smell. "Hi, sweet girl. I bet you're loving all the attention today.
Carrying her over to the rocking chair, she sat and laid Emily on her lap. Smiling down at the baby, she tickled her tummy and pretended to nibble on her toes. Emily giggled, blew raspberries and babbled nonsense as the adults around her made fools of themselves trying to keep her entertained.
Elsa sat down next to them and as Emily waved her hand toward her, she let the baby hold on to her finger, "Are you ready for one of these, Emma?"
Emma looked down into the sweet face, who with her fair hair and blue eyes resembled her father, and wondered if she was ready for the life change that a baby would bring them, "Not yet, but maybe soon. How about you and Liam?"
Elsa got a secretive smile on her face, "Well," and she left the answer hanging.
Emma grinned at her sister in law and reached out to squeeze her arm, "You have that cat that ate the canary look. What gives?"
Glancing up to make sure they were still alone Elsa leaned closer and whispered, "Yes. I took a home pregnancy test earlier today and surprised Liam with the news before we left the house."
Elsa's news caused Emma's breath to catch, "Congratulations. You will be a wonderful mom. How are you feeling?"
Elsa looked toward where Liam was wiping off the table, "I could do without this constant nauseous feeling, but other than that, I'm excited and terrified."
Emma made sympathetic noises but before she could comment, Liam sauntered over and pulled his wife to her feet, "Honey, do you feel like a little walk?" As he was leading her to the door Wilby and Rumple followed closely at their heels, inviting themselves along. With a good-natured laugh at their antics, the dog's leashes were clipped on and out the door they went.
Emma felt more than saw Killian come around the corner and jumped a bit when he leaned over the rocking chair, caging her in, "Looks like you've found a little princess, Swan."
"Hi babe," she dimpled up at him, "Isn't she adorable today? Look at her little black shoes."
Killian bent over and kissed the baby on her nose. She squealed in delight and grabbed handfuls of his hair, kicking her little chubby legs up in the air. "Help a man out here, love. The little lass has a tight hold."
Emma helped Killian get free and when he stood up asked, "Would you like to hold her?" Handing Emily to her husband, she watched him bouncing the baby on his hip singing along with the music that was playing in the background. It didn't surprise her that Emily was besotted with her Uncle Killian, just like every other female that came in contact her handsome husband. And from the look on his face, he was just as besotted with their niece.
Killian looked over at Emma as she watched him and Emily dancing around the room. She had a tender smile on her face and the look of love just about took him to his knees. Pulling her into the circle of his arms, he crooned to her and the baby until Emily laid her little head on his shoulder and fell asleep. "Are you ready for one of these, love?"
Reaching up she rubbed her hands along his scruff, "Ask me in 6 months when I get my new practice up and running. What about you?"
Hugging her tightly, he tucked her against his chest, "Whenever you're ready, just let me know." His lips covered hers in a kiss that caused her knees to go weak, "Until then, I've heard practice makes perfect."
"Hmm, works for me." Kissing him again she took the baby and laid her in her crib before returning to a room full of conversation and dessert.
Home
On the drive home, Emma was unusually quiet, and try as he might, Killian couldn't pinpoint any one specific reason that would have brought on such melancholy. Opening his mouth to ask her if all was well, he noticed a secretive smile had taken up residence on her beautiful face. Reaching across the console, he squeezed her thigh, "Penny for your thoughts love. You look like you have a secret."
Turning in her seat, which caused his hand to inch higher, Emma sighed, "I'm sorry, babe. I'm ok. I was reliving the wonderful memories we've made together this past year. It's a little scary to be this happy, you know?"
Killian kissed her finger tips, "The future's nothing to be afraid of love.
Emma looked over her shoulder at Rumple asleep on the back seat after spending all day with Wilby. "Rumple wore himself out. Think he'll have the energy to take care of his kittens?"
Letting out a laugh, Killian glanced in the rearview mirror at the tired dog, "I'm sure he'll manage. Speaking of said kittens, we should name them."
Wrinkling her nose, Emma leaned her head back against the headrest, "What about Linus and Lucy?"
Killian gave her a funny look, "Linus and Lucy? The characters from that show with a dog the same color as Rumple?"
Emma giggled at him. "Yes, that's the one. Watching Charlie Brown Christmas was a tradition when M&M and I were kids. Leo loved that show for some reason," her voice trailed off.
"Whatever you decide," Killian smiled at her.
"Good answer. I like it when you agree with me, "Emma smirked. "Linus and Lucy it is."
They drove a few more miles listening to the holiday music before Killian asked, "Did Elsa share the news with you?"
Emma squeezed his fingers, "She did and shared with me that she's both excited and scared."
"Liam said he's scared too, but very excited. I wish mum could have been around for this. She would have loved having a grandchild to spoil," he remarked with a touch of sadness in his voice.
"Killian, we've talked about how our story parallels your parent's story and that they helped lead us to each other. I have to believe that somehow she will also be a part of the next generation."
"Aye love, you're right," he said as they turned off US 1 onto their drive. Glancing at Emma as they drove up to the house, Killian could see the way her whole body relaxed whenever the beach house came into view.
Rounding the front of the truck, he helped her out and picked up the bags with their gifts from the others. Rumple jumped down and ran off to take care of business, and the sounds of the night surrounded them both. The rolling waves, flying insects, and birds and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, brought forth the smell of the night Jasmine reminding him of Christmases with his mother. Good times those, but these days, he thought, were the best days of his life.
Pushing open the door, he stepped aside to allow his Swan to precede him. Tossing his keys on a table and placing the bags on the floor, he pulled his heart close. Wrapping her in both arms, he ran his hands up and down her back, feeling her muscles relax a little more with each caress, "Emma love, go change into more comfortable clothes while I take care of Rumple and the kittens and then meet me in front of the tree."
She lifted her head off his shoulder, "Are you sure you can handle them?"
"You doubt me Swan?" he asked with a look of mock indignation"I'll be waiting."
Cupping his face she kissed him gently, "I love you, you know?"
"Aye, and I love you," he kissed her again, "Now go, so I can unwrap my gifts."
"Gifts?" she asked him a curious tone in her voice.
He smirked at her and raised his brow, "Gifts, love. The one under the tree and you." He tapped her chin, and ran his finger down her chest, between her breasts, to the button on her pants, which he efficiently popped. "Hurry."
Exchanging Gifts
Once she had turned the corner into their room, he went to take care of the pets. The kittens wound themselves around his legs, tugging at his shoe laces, tackling each other, and attaching their claws to his pant legs, until he put bowls of fresh food and water down and then he moved into the living room. Turning on the tree lights, he tossed a few pillows on the floor and had just settled when looking up he noticed Emma coming around the corner. "Come sit."
Curling up on the cushions, she tucked herself against his side, and kissed his neck, just under his ear where those sexy freckles resided. "This is nice." Almost feeling the need to purr like a cat, she rubbed her cheek against his chest, "Now about those gifts you were so anxious to unwrap…," she remarked leaving the sentence hanging so he could decide which one he wished to unwrap first.
Killian turned her chin toward him and kissed her, allowing some of the heat he had been feeling all evening seep into the kiss. Breaking apart, he touched his forehead to hers, allowing his breath to settle, "Shall we unwrap the ones under the tree first or each other?"
Slowly opening her eyes she gazed into the midnight blue ones of the man who held her heart and came to mean more to her every day. Running her hand down over his firm chest and stomach to lightly graze her fingers over the prominent bulge behind his zipper, she whispered, "You tell me."
When her hand started moving down, his body hardened even further and he wanted nothing more than to push his hips against her hand, allowing pressure where he wanted it the most. Gathering his inner strength, he willed his body to remain still and pushed away from the sofa to pull the gift he had been saving for her from under the tree. "I hope you like it," was all he said as he laid it in her lap.
After laying the box in her lap, he met her eyes, allowing her to see how vulnerable he felt by exposing this piece of his life. His hope was to give her some insight into his life while he had been waiting for her.
Emma kissed him lightly, "You sure?"
"Aye, love, very sure. I love you." Kissing her again he sat back and watched carefully as she removed the ribbon and pulled off tape so that she could peel back the paper. As she lifted the lid and looked inside to see the book he had made for her, his heart beat a little faster.
Emma looked at the inscription on the front of the book and immediately felt the tears well up. Not only had he used the words that he had quoted on their wedding day, but had added another quote, 'You wanna know who I'm in love with? Read the first word again.' She lifted the book out of the box and opening it, became immersed in the words that greeted her. "Oh, Killian," was all that she was able to get past the lump in her throat as she turned page after page of words written by her husband. Words written to her, about her, and how he couldn't wait to share his life with her. Goosebumps rose throughout her body at the amount of tenderness that was exposed within the prose.
Setting the book aside, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing the tears to flow freely. "Thank you for sharing with me. I love it and I love you."
Killian hugged her, "Let me help," gently tugging on her hair until she looked at him, he cupped her face and using his thumb wiped away her tears before following their tracks with his lips.
Emma closed her eyes and relished the love and care being given to her completely letting herself follow his lead. When his lips covered hers, she opened for him and was swept along in the sensual haze that was created whenever they were together.
Feeling the world tilt, she followed Killian down as he lay back on the cushions, aligning their bodies, so his hardness hit in just the right spot causing her to shiver with need after every thrust of his hips. The sensations built until pinpricks were felt all along her legs and rolling to the side, she moved Killian on top. His lips moved along her jaw, sucking and kissing, while his hips created the perfect friction between her jeans and her core, allowing that climb to continue and causing her to wish they had on fewer clothes. Killian's movements become more erratic and faster, until she heard, "Bloody hell!"
So abruptly had the haze been broken, it took her a moment to open her eyes to see what was happening, and there sat her husband, in the middle of the kittens, who were pouncing on his pants and each other with needle sharp claws. "Better than a cold shower," she told the little black kitten as she picked him up and cuddled him to her chest.
Killian was holding the orange tabby, and stroking her soft fur, "What shall we do with these two kittens, Swan?" His sentence was barely finished before he saw Rumple come prancing around the corner. "Hey boy, did you lose your kittens?" Rumple stopped and cocked his head as if he was listening, "Can you take them please?"
Promptly moving into herding mode, Rumple neatly manipulated the kittens back to bed and then positioned himself right in front of their bed so they had to go over him if they wanted out. After a few tries, and being on the receiving end of a few growls, they curled up next to him and promptly fell asleep.
Emma and Killian had been watching from across the room and as soon as the kittens settled down for the night, Rumple opened his eyes and gave them a look that could only be interpreted as "It's about time," before he too, closed his eyes and succumbed to slumber. They looked at each other and shook their heads.
Pushing her blonde locks off her shoulder, Killian nuzzled Emma's neck, "Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"
Leaning into him, she stroked his jaw and giggled, "You were just getting ready to open your gift from the tree, then you can unwrap me."
After one last nip of her earlobe, he sat up and took the box she was holding. She had wrapped it in green wrapping paper with red toy boats on it. Smiling he pointed at one of them. "Look Swan, the Eala," his eyes lighting up.
Taking the box, she turned it over and pointed to another, "The Cisne and the Cigno too."
He kissed her nose, "You thought of everything, didn't you?"
"I want to make your dreams come true, Killian." He started to set the box down and reach for her, but with a smirk and a hand on his chest to hold him off, she commented, "Unwrap first, kiss later."
He quirked his brow, "As you wish," and winked. Giving her another quick kiss he proceeded to open his gift. Once the box was opened, he looked down at the cover of the book and saw the picture of them on their wedding day and above the picture read, "Our Courtship." Running his hand over the cover, he smiled, "That day was one of the happiest days of my life."
Rubbing her cheek on his shoulder, Emma hummed in agreement.
Killian flipped open the cover and read Emma's inscription, 'Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite', before moving from page to page. She had thought of everything, from their first exchange, meet, date, every note, and letter with pictures and dates. Putting the book back in the box, he pulled Emma onto his lap, "Have you ever heard the saying "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams?"
Shaking her head in the negative, she responded, "But it's beautiful."
"That is how I feel every day. I love you Emma Swan Jones. Now come here as I have other plans for that mouth."
Emma started to give him some sass, but he covered her lips with his and didn't give her a chance. Sliding her fingers through his hair she let the kiss deepen as his hands moved up her back bringing her sweater with them.
Releasing her lips, Killian tugged it over her head and tossed it behind them. The blinking lights from the tree cast colorful shadows across her torso giving her satin bra an incandescent glow. Placing a kiss over her breastbone, he felt her shiver slightly, "Cold?"
"Hmm, no."
"Good." Another kiss, another shiver. Using his thumbs, he stroked lightly back and forth over her nipples, while continuing to place light kisses, licks, and nips, between her breasts, until he reached the center clasp. Popping it open with one hand, he moved the cup aside and sucked her rosy nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth quickly, until she groaned. Moving to the other side, he pushed the garment off her shoulder, allowing it to drop to the floor and licked the pert nipple before sucking it into his mouth, causing her back to arch.
Emma squirmed in his lap, straddling him, feeling his erection, heavy against his jeans, driving her crazy with need. Pulling her tighter against his shaft, he held her hips, encouraging her to move, where she rose and fell against the heavy ridge, grinding her core against him, creating delicious friction just where she needed it most.
Releasing her nipple, he moved back to her mouth, and slanting his lips over hers, laid her down on the cushions. Holding her head with one hand, he moved his mouth, licking, sucking and seducing her with long drugging kisses until his body sang for more and he ground his cock against her core, feeling her shiver with each contact. Needing to feel all of her, he slipped his hand inside her leggings and cupping her wetness slid his fingers along her slit, before inserting a single digit and rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Both groaned as Emma yanked the back of his shirt up, and he released her to tug it over his head, bringing their bare torsos together. The hairs on his chest, brushed her nipples, causing them to pebble harder and pushing his hand back under the elastic of her pants, he parted her, swirling his finger over and around her clit, feeling her body shiver with need.
"Killian," Emma moaned, "I need you."
"Patience love. I like to savor my gifts." Sitting up he removed her pants and cupping her ass, kissed his way down over her abdomen. Anticipation sizzled through his system as he inhaled her musky scent and spreading her legs, bared her to him completely. Swiping his tongue through her drenched folds, he blew gently on her clit before sucking it between his lips.
When he sucked it between his lips, she released a high-pitched gasp, that served to ratchet up his excitement even more. As his tongue and lips alternated between flicks and sucks, he reached up with one hand, to tweak her nipple. Feeling her body start to bow, and her thighs start to tremble, he sucked harder until her core tightened and she let go.
Emma hadn't wanted to climax without him, but his talented tongue and lips had felt too good. As her body relaxed, she felt his scruff rubbing softly against her lower belly. Using his hair, she gently yanked his lips back to hers, tasting herself, feeling her desire start to spiral again. Rotating them, she rose above him and dragging the fingers of one hand over his erection, elicited a hissed reaction.
Scooting further back on his thighs, she palmed him again, squeezing his cock before flicking the button of his pants open. Easing the zipper over his hard flesh, she lightly scored her nails over his length through the cotton of his boxer briefs.
Bucking up into her hand, he moaned, "Hurry Swan."
Looping her hands in the waistband of his pants, she slowly slid them down his long legs, allowing the hard points of her breasts to lightly graze the silky hairs on his legs. Once those were removed, she moved back up his body, and lifting the elastic, freed his cock from the tight confines of the cotton briefs. As she moved those down, she flipped her hair providing a sensuous curtain that played peek a boo with where he most wanted her mouth. Allowing her lips and tongue to trail along his inner thigh, she laughed low in her throat when he couldn't stay still.
Tangling his fingers in her hair, he growled in a hoarse whisper, "Minx."
Finally removing his last barrier, Emma moved back up his body and her lips found his male nipples and as she ran the tip of her tongue around them, she felt his body tighten even more. One hand was buried in her hair and the other stroked up and down her back, over the swell of her hip, holding her close to him.
Easing her lips lower, she caressed the broad expanse of his chest before following the line of silky soft hair down the center of his belly. As the kisses led to another part of his body, but not the part he wanted, the hand in her hair tightened, subtly encouraging her head lower.
Gripping his lean hips, Emma glanced up at him and using the tip of her tongue licked slowly around the broad crest awaiting her attention. Opening her mouth, she sucked him in using her tongue to cradle his cock.
She took him nearly to the back, allowing the tip to slide against the soft part of her throat and giving him a sultry look hummed gently causing his hands to tighten even more in her hair. Her tongue flitted back and forth and desire swelled, her clit throbbing with need.
When his cock sunk into the hot cavern of her mouth, he almost lost control. So, warm and wet, his shaft forcing the rest of him along for the ride. Feeling like the top of his head was going to blow, he hooked his hands under her arms pulling her hips up to align with his and with a surge pushed her down onto his erection.
Emma straightened her legs, bringing her clit into contact with his body, so every undulation of her met each upward thrust of him, sending tingling sensations throughout.
One thrust came right after the other, faster and faster until he didn't think he could stave off the moment any longer. Tighter to her hips he held until he reached the point of no return. The base of his spine tingled and his balls tightened. Thankfully Emma was with him, gripping him tightly with her body, milking him with hard pulses, peppering kisses across his face and neck. One last thrust, he felt her lose control and releasing his body to hers let her carry him along on the sensuous wave that was her.
Emma felt boneless as she lay on Killian, and after a while felt him tuck her against his side, holding her tight. Their hearts racing in time against each other soon slowed and their breathing evened out. Feeling Killian move, Emma roused herself enough to ask, "Where are you going?"
"I'm just moving us to our bed, love. I don't believe either of us would wish for sharp kitten claws to rouse us in the morning." Turning off the lights, he picked up his sleeping princess and carried her to bed. Tucking her under the covers, he crawled in beside her and pulled her close to his heart. "Goodnight Swan. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you Killian. I love you."
"And I you." He felt her relax into slumber before the entire sentence had left his mouth.
As he drifted to sleep, he thought about the letter from his mum those many months ago, that had led him to where he was today. He had read the letter so many times, he knew it by heart. She had written,
…..Fate chose a different path for us and now it is time for you to follow yours. Killian, find your path. Make it one of love and light and happiness. Find that special woman to love and when you find her, hold on to her with all you have. Love is precious and you, my son, have such an immense capacity for it that when you find her, you will know. That is my wish for you. …
Whispering softly, "You were right, mum. I did know."
Turning onto his side, he wrapped himself around Emma, with the words, "Merry Christmas my son. You've chosen well," drifting through his subconscious.
Thank you for reading. I hope 2017 brings your all your heart's desires. Please let me know what you thought.