Aaaand we've finally reached Christmas Eve! Here you go, have some precious puppy!Killian being all nervous about giving Emma the necklace plus a lot of fluff, of course ^-^
Enjoy, cupcakes! xx
5:03pm - Christmas Eve
"COME IN!" Emma shouts from her bedroom hoping Killian can hear her from the front door. He walks in and automatically smiles when he registers the fact that she has the kitchen radio on and the song that's playing is by that same singer whose soft voice he'd chosen to fill her apartment with on the first morning they woke up together.
He starts sauntering towards her bedroom when her voice stops him in his tracks. "Don't come in here, I'll be ready to go in a second."
"Any particular reason you don't want to me to enter the bedroom, love? You're not hiding another pirate who's surely not half as dashing as me in there, are you?"
Emma laughs and he can hear her rolling her eyes.
"You're an idiot, you know that? Just wait for me in the living room. I'm almost ready."
Emma sprays some more of the perfume that drives him crazy every time she wears it around her neck and hair, and checks herself in the mirror. She really shouldn't be as nervous as she is, it was just dinner with her parents, Killian, Henry, Regina and Robin, after all. No big deal right? She saw them all the time. Just not all gathered together around a table celebrating together as one big, merry family. Family. The word crosses her thoughts and she smiles with the bitter-sweet realisation that this was going to be the first time she'd spend Christmas with a real family around her.
She still cherished the fake memories from all the Christmas where it was just her and Henry having some fancy takeout food and watching a series of Christmas films on tv until they were both ready to go to bed; but this time was different, very different. It was the first time Emma would be surrounded by her parents, her son and her boyfriend during that time of the year when she would often cry herself to sleep as a little girl who wanted nothing more than to be able to wake up and run to hug her parents on Christmas morning.
She takes a deep breath, smoothes her hands down her the flowy skirt of her dress, runs her fingers through her loose curls falling around her face and down her shoulders, and finally walks out to meet Killian in the living room.
He is pacing back and forth between her sofa and the kitchen island holding something small in his hand, but he stops and haphazardly shoves it into his pocket as soon as he sees her. The huge grin in his face, the one that reaches all the way up to his eyes making them sparkle as he takes her in, is something devastatingly handsome.
She comes closer biting her lower lip and with her eyebrows up asking for his verdict.
"You look stunning, Swan... as always."
Killian uses the music filling the air around them to take her hand and twirl her before bringing her back into his arms, swaying them slowly to the rhythm of the song.
You look so wonderful in your dress, I love your hair like that,
The way it falls on the side of your neck, down your shoulders and back
Emma giggles in spite or herself and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. "You don't look so bad yourself."
"I know." He winks at her. She rolls her eyes, of course.
"Henry told me you two picked the dress together when he gave it to me earlier. Did you really go Christmas shopping with him when you told me you had an 'important appointment' that you couldn't miss?"
"Aye. And it took us a good few hours to find that dress, but oh, it was definitely worth the search."
"Because I cut quite the figure in it?" She says, mocking his accent.
He huffs out a laugh and kisses her cheek. "Lass, you need to stop throwing all my lines back at me. And you're awful at mimicking my accent, darling."
She scrunches her nose and sticks her tongue out at him. "Maybe, but you love it anyway."
"That I certainly do."
He sees something briefly flashing behind her eyes before her expression changes and becomes slightly more serious as she looks deeply into his eyes. The hopeful gaze with which she is searching his face for any signs of a lie tells him everything he needs to know. His nervousness from before dissipates and he knows she's more than ready for the present he'd been debating with himself whether he should give it to her or not.
"As much as I'd love to dance the night away with you, Swan, I don't believe your parents will be happy if I make you get there late for their first Christmas with their daughter."
Emma chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll save you a dance for later." She says, winking at him.
"I'll hold you up to that. But, before we leave, I've got something to give to you."
She flashes him a toothy grin and watches him reach into his pocket and present her with a small blue velvet box which has a blue ribbon tied around it.
"Merry Christmas, my love."
Emma unties the ribbon and opens the box, finding the delicate swan and helm pendant on a silver chain inside. She runs her index fun over it as tears start to prickle her eyes, and looks up to meet Killian's gaze, thinking the worried expression on his face is only another endearing part of her present.
"Killian..."
"I understand if you think this is a bit too much too soon, I can-" She silenced him gripping at the collar of his jacket and crashing her lips against his. He stills for a moment but quickly recovers from his shock and lets his hooked arm bring her even closer to him as his hand gently holds her face.
"Shut up, pirate. I love it." Emma says with a tone with emotion to her voice that doesn't go by unnoticed.
He takes the necklace from the box and holds it in front of her. "May I?"
She nods and turns around. She gathers her hair to the side so he can close the clasp and place a kiss on the back of her neck, delighting in the way her hairs there stand up and she shivers ever-so-slightly.
She turns around to face him again and raises her hand to cup his face and run her thumb along the scar across his cheek.
"Thank you, Killian." She says giving him a watery smile.
He kisses her forehead and loops his finger around a lock of her hair.
"Don't thank me, love. I'm happy you're happy with it. Now, shall we go?" He offers her his arm, which she readily takes with a smile, and they make their way to the Charmings's apartment.
Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it's enough for me,
'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need
I'm so in love...
This song is so Captain Swan I just couldn't resist writing them slowdancing to it. But hey, guess what? It gets even fluffier after that! Next on: Christmas dinner at the Charmings's
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