#2 – Sacred
Song Used: Baby, It's Cold Outside – any version
Couple: Anna Teagan & Killian Jones

"I really can't stay." Her voice was soft and hoarse as she sang along with the soft strumming of his guitar.

"Baby, it's cold outside," Killian Jones sang in response.

Anna Teagan Jones smiles. "I've got to go away."

"Baby, it's cold outside," he continued singing.

"This evening has been…"

"Been hoping that you'd drop in." His Irish accent drove her crazy when he lowered his singing voice a few octaves, sending shivers dancing up and down her spine.

"So very nice…"

"I'll hold your hands; they're just like ice," he sang.

More shivers. "My mother will start to worry."

"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" Anna stopped his singing for a second to take the hand he was using to strum his guitar and place it on the gentle swell of her pregnant stomach. Killian grins and sets his guitar aside to join her on the bed; their hands gently grazing over her stomach's swell to get the twins to move for them.

She looks at him. "I think they like it when we sing together."

"I agree, love," he said and went to kiss her softly on the lips.

"Father will be pacing the floor," Anna sang softly against his lips after he'd pulled back from the kiss.

"Listen to the fireplace roar," he murmurs in a soft tone.

"So really I'd better scurry."

"Beautiful, please don't hurry." There was more kicking.

"Maybe just half a drink more." Killian knew she wouldn't agree with him, but he thought his beloved wife had a beautiful singing voice.

"Put some records on while I pour." Pause. "Anna?"

"Yes, Killian?" Their noses brushed as he nuzzled at her top lip.

"Have I mentioned how much I love to hear you sing?"

"No. I'm t…" He cuts her off before she can utter the word "terrible".

"You're amazing," he corrected her once he'd lifted his head to look into her eyes.

"The neighbors might think," Anna went on to sing.

"Baby, it's bad out there," Killian returned to singing along with her.

"Say, what's in this drink?"

"No cabs to be had out there."

"I wish I knew how…"

"Your eyes are like starlight now."

"To break this spell…"

"I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell."

"I ought to say no, no, no."

"Mind if I move in closer?" As he sang, Killian himself moved closer to his wife but didn't put any weight on her because of her condition.

"At least I'm gonna say that I tried." Anna pulls him until he's half on top of her and half on one side of her pregnant stomach.

"What's the sense in hurting my pride?" His lips graze hers in a tender, nipping caress.

"I really can't stay."

"Baby, don't hold out."

Their voices joined together. "Ah, but it's cold outside."

And then he was kissing her urgently, passionately, in a demanding manner that she returned in the same way he loved. After a few minutes, he lifted his head to look into her eyes. "I've got to get home," she sang softly, hand grazing his as they each rubbed her stomach in a gentle manner.

"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there," he sang in response.

"Say, lend me your coat."

"It's up to your knees out there." A kiss was dropped to the bare flesh of her kneecap, low gasp escaping past her lips at the way his tongue grazed over the skin.

"You've really been grand."

"Thrill when you touch my hand." Their hands graze once more but this time Killian holds fast to hers, bringing it to his lips to kiss the palm.

"Why don't you see?"

"How can you do this to me?"

"There's bound to be talk tomorrow."

"Think of my life long sorrow…"

"At least there will be plenty implied."

"If you caught pneumonia and died…"

"I really can't stay…"

"Get over that hold out."

"Ah, but it's cold outside," their voices joined together once more. "Oh, baby, it's cold outside. Oh, baby it's cold outside."

Anna strained against him as the lyrics faded off, kissing him urgently and flipping them both over until she was hovering above him; the swell of her stomach between them as she rocked her hips earnestly against his. In a regular, hoarse and demanding tone, Anna whispered to him, "Please make love to me."

Killian sat up with her and peeled her maternity dress up & over her head, growling low at seeing the frilly lace that covered her heaving chest. Maintaining himself, Killian found the front hooks easily and parted the lacy material with both hands; shoving it to the floor behind her immediately. The smooth, round flesh of her breasts greeted him but he placed a gentle kiss to the valley between them before making his way down toward the swell of her stomach. Placing gentle kisses there, he grinned when he felt two sets of swift fluttering feet move across beneath his lips. "You make me the happiest man in the world, Anna Teagan Jones."

"And you make me the happiest woman, Killian Jones," she murmured before pulling his head up to let her lips graze over his. They kissed for several moments before he rid her of her leggings, throwing them to the floor in his haste, and peeled her underwear down & off her legs before he did something like rip them.

He knew that irritated her when he ripped her undergarments off of her, the pieces in so many shreds that she has to throw them into the trash. There were no more words exchanged between them as his hand found her slick folds, sliding slowly into them with one finger and then a second.

To this day, he isn't sure how she managed to see past all of the danger he'd put himself and his brother as well as the residents of Storybrooke in upon his arrival, but Anna had simply told him that the seconds their hands touched, she'd felt that electrical current rush through her blood.

It was a spark he'd created, their very own special spark. A sacred one.