So many positive reviews! Thank you so much and because of it, we're continuing on to Thanksgiving :) So happy to start working with other characters outside of the Charmings and Hook as well as working on developing the Captain Swan relationship through the holidays. :)

This chapter also refers us back to Emma and Hook's previous tampon experience...I hope you enjoy it and thank you ThatsMamaLuigi2You for suggesting it. My fiance probably thinks I'm losing it from every snicker I've been making for the last half hour putting this together.

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Chapter 1 of Turkey Season: Plots & Tampons

"You did what?"

Mary-Margaret bit her lip, looking very much like a child backed into a tight corner and pressured to tell someone's secret. David was looking at her with wide eyes, the expression on his face one of complete and utter disbelief as if she had just told him the craziest thing he could ever think of and in a way she had. They stared at each other that way for a moment before he saw that familiar gleam enter her eye, made complete with a defiant lift of the chin.

"You heard me. I invited them over."
"All of them?"
"Every single one."
"But Snow, it's Thanksgiving. I highly doubt you can round everyone up into a Thanksgiving dinner and expect them to get along with each other unless by some miracle they all decide to forgive and forget the same day."
"Well, as dysfunctional as we all are, this is for Henry. I think that he deserves to have one Thanksgiving dinner with all of his parents sitting at one table instead of jumping from house to house to participate in three separate ones."

David closed his eyes and shook his head, feeling the beginning of a week long migraine coming on. The thought of Rumpelstiltskin, Belle, Neal, Regina, Killian, and Emma all under the same roof was not a pleasant one and yet he was going to be living through it first hand. Well, hopefully living through it.

"David?"
"Fine," he bit out. "Fine, but you're in charge of everything and if this goes wrong you are one hundred percent responsible for the outcome."
"Thank you!" she smiled and crossed the sitting room to where he sat, throwing herself on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek followed by a touch to his lips and before he could respond she was back up on her feet and walking toward the kitchen.

"This is going to be great! You just wait and see, Charming."

Yeah…great. David let out a sigh and rested his head back. The turkey wasn't going to be the only thing dead by the end of the holidays.

"So how do you feel about Thanksgiving at my parents?"

Emma was absentmindedly following Killian through the drugstore, more focused on asking him for his opinion on the upcoming holiday than what it was he had dragged her in there for. They had been wandering around the aisles for awhile now with him glancing at every little thing, oftentimes picking a package up before setting it back on the shelf disappointedly.

"Your mother already extended the invitation last Saturday. I accepted."
"Oh, you did?"
"Aye, that I did," he stopped flashing one of his most dashing smiles. "I figured that's where you would be and wherever you are, that's where I'm happiest."

She smiled at him then, feeling a bit relieved. She didn't know why she was so worked up with the idea to begin with. Possibly because she had never had a family to invite her prior imaginary boyfriends to come visit on the holidays but honestly, she shouldn't have expected any less. Her eyes wandered to Killian's handsome face feeling incredibly grateful for him. The last three weeks had been amazing to say the least and she knew that even though their relationship was still just beginning, it was going to a long term deal. The realization terrified her but excited her all the same.

She followed him down the next aisle, shaking herself from her wandering thoughts just in time to realize they had wandered down the aisle holding ladies' feminine hygiene products.

"Uh, Killian, what is it you're looking for? I'm pretty sure I know where it is, whatever it is and I really don't think you'll find it here."
"Ah, here we go!"

She watched him bend over and grab something off the bottom shelf, confusion causing her to lift a brow until he stood back up with a package of tampons in his hand. Laughter threatened to burst from her mouth but she pursed her lips to hold it back while he turned to face her, a triumphant smile radiating from his face.

"Do you know how long I've been looking for these? Do you?"

She shook her head, her eyes starting to tear up from her inner mirth but he was so enthralled he didn't even notice as he packed the tampons under his arm with a fond look in his eye.

"I have gone to every single store imaginable; Gepetto's, the hardware store, the Rabbit Hole…I even stopped by the hospital to see if they would sell me some but they just looked at me like I was crazy. And all this time here they were. I better grab another package."

He turned away from her and back toward the shelf when she finally took a deep breath, figuring that now was a better time than ever to tell him what they were actually for.

"Killian, I have to tell you something."

He grabbed another package and secured it under his other arm, facing her once again. There he stood in all of his pirate glory, the notorious Captain Hook, with a package of tampons under each arm. The humor wasn't lost on her.

"But first, can I take a picture?"
"A picture?" he questioned as she took that device she called a cell phone from her back pocket and pressed the screen a couple of times.

"Yeah a picture. Of you."

He smiled cheekily and struck a pose, sending her a smoldering look. "Why, of course, love."

She snapped the shot and gave him a satisfied smile, prompting him to come toward her. He entwined his fingers through hers, feeling that bit of a jolt through his hand that was becoming more familiar every time they were together.

"Now," he fixed his blue eyes on hers, "what was it you were wanting to tell me?"
"Those tampons…they aren't really what you think they are."
"What do you mean, love? You showed me how to use them at your place after Neal punched me in the face."
"Yeah, that's one way you could use them but it's not their primary use."

He furrowed his brow at her, his mind replaying that night once again. There had been a reason for her underlined entertainment that night, now that he thought of it, for her amused smile, but he'd been so distracted her presence and then their kiss that he'd completely forgot to question her on it later.

She watched him give her a suspicious look, narrowing his eyes at her.

"So they're not used for staunching blood?"
"Oh, they're used for staunching blood alright…just not nosebleeds."
"Then what is it they're used for? Bloody hell if I know," he growled as he let go of her hand and grabbed for one of the packages to study it. There had to be a map of some sort, or directions, as to what one could do with these tampons.
"So you know how women have that one week of the month where they…well, you know."

His eyes widened at what it was she hinted at and he regarded the tampons in a whole new light. He looked from them to her, and then back again before he felt a look of disgust color his features.

"You mean to tell me, that you ladies in this realm shove these up your-?"

His eyes wandered down her torso just below her belt and he winced at the idea. As far as he knew the only thing that should be going up there was a male's certain appendage. It would have been better off if he'd never known.

"Isn't that painful?"

Emma laughed at the question until she saw real concern reflected in his eyes and worry on his face. She reached for his hand and gently rubbed the back of it with her thumb.

"No, not so much. Now, are you ready for check out?"

He gave her a nod, his eyes still holding his concern but he followed her toward the counter where Sneezy stood, too much in a daze to fully comprehend that he was a male purchasing a product intended for women's menstrual cycles.

"What do you need these for anyway? You haven't had any bloody noses lately, have you?"
"Yes, last night actually."

She turned on her heel and glanced at him, knitting her brows together in concern. If Neal was coming after Killian, he was a dead man walking.

"What? How?"
"David…he and I have been practicing our technique with the sword every Monday night. He got me in the conk pretty good, he did."

Ah. So that explained David's new bruises and scrapes. She decided she'd keep this little secret between the three of them, figuring what Mary-Margaret didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Besides, it seemed to be bonding the men closer together and that was a good thing, right?

They came up to the stand where Sneezy had been watching them, a bored expression sealed across his face. It was only when he lifted a brow at Killian's purchase that Killian seemed to realize what this must look like to anyone who didn't know his intentions for them.

"They're great for staunching blood," he stammered out quickly, causing Emma to bite back her laughter while Sneezy gave him a disgusted look, silently scanning the barcode. "You know," Killian motioned at his nose with his hand, "For bloody noses."

"I really don't care," was all the dwarf said, relieving Killian from pressing forward with any other explanations.

He handed them the paper brown bag of tampons while Killian handed him exact change, insisting that the clerk just toss the receipt.

It wasn't until they walked out of the door onto the street that he grabbed Emma's hand and spun her toward him, pinning her against his body by wrapping his arm around her back.

"You, love, are in big trouble," he smirked at her and she smiled back, her heart beating against her chest at their close proximity.

"I am?"
"Yes," he exhaled, his light breath tickling her face. "You are, Emma love. This only means I'll be doling out some punishment later."

He winked at her, his little innuendo causing her to roll her eyes before he firmly pressed his lips against hers. He felt her smile against his lips and he felt the familiar feeling of contentment swell in his chest as they continued their public display of affection.

"Get a room," a voice teased and they both broke from the kiss to see Dr. Whale walk by with turkey in his arms. He gave them a playful smirk as he continued on, both of them giving him a small wave.

"Ready for Thanksgiving at my parent's this Thursday?" Emma asked, the butterball in the doctor's arms reminding her of their prior conversation.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he smiled as he released her, drawing her close to his body and pressing a kiss to her forehead as they continued down the sidewalk to the docks.

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