A/N Tis the season for some Captain Swan flooooof. And Smut. Smuff? Whatever, Enjoy! :P
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Storybrooke Hospital, Christmas Eve
Emma pushes the door of Belle's room open with her shoulder, Hope bundled up in her arms.
"Should we wish Mummy a merry Christmas, Hope?" she says as she grins and nuzzles Hope's nose with her own. Turning towards Belle's bed, Emma stops short and stands frozen.
"Good Evening, Ms. Swan." Gold says from his seat beside Belle's bed, where he sits, holding her hand.
"Oh. Sorry. We can come back tomorrow." Emma says awkwardly and then turns to leave.
"Nonsense." Gold says, collecting his cane from where it rests on the bed and standing.
"I am certain that Belle would much rather be in the company of her daughter tonight than mine." He states as he limps past Emma, towards the door.
"We can leave tomorrow." Emma blurts out and Gold's hand hesitates on the door handle. Emma turns to face him fully, bouncing Hope in her arms.
"I thought we should take the Jolly Roger since Atlantis is supposed to be a sunken city or whatever and we really don't know what to expect. It will also be easier to transport Belle. I thought we would leave about noon." Emma says and Gold nods slowly.
"Then I shall meet you at the docks at noon. Good night, Ms. Swan." He says quietly as he inclines his head and leaves the room, his eyes glancing to his daughter before he turns away.
Emma lets out a long breath after he is gone and then steps up to the side of Belle's bed with Hope.
"Merry Christmas, Belle."
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An hour later, Emma is sitting on her couch grinning at her baby brother crawling around on the floor with Henry. Regina sits in an armchair with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face as she watches the kids as well. Killian stands in the kitchen talking with David, and Snow sits at the kitchen table holding Hope, awkwardly swapping mothering stories with Zelena as she feeds a bottle to baby Robin. Emma is struck suddenly by an overwhelming sense of family and how it has changed and grown over the last few years.
Heroes and villains, both here as one family.
One messed up, crazy family.
Emma laughs as she stares into the fireplace and thinks it over.
"Care to share the joke?" Regina says with an amused expression and Emma shakes her head and laughs again.
"I'm just thinking about where all of us started and how we got here."
Regina chuckles and mimics Emma as she stares off into the flames.
"I don't think any of us could have predicted that we would end up here."
After a moments pause Regina continues with a grin.
"Maybe Henry."
Emma laughs loudly and nods in agreement.
"Yeah, maybe Henry."
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Later that night, after Henry having left with Regina and Hope is tucked into her crib, Emma and Killian are still cleaning up the house.
"Well, that family dinner went better than expected. No threats or magic battles…" Emma says thoughtfully as she dries a wine glass that Killian hands her.
"Indeed. The witch's hard apple cider was a rather pleasant surprise as well." Killian says with genuine appreciation as he scrubs a plate, rinses it and hands it to Emma.
"Yeah, I had more than anyone, I think." She says with a tipsy giggle and Killian pulls the plug to the sink and turns to her with a knowing smile, arms crossed over his chest and a hip leaning on the counter.
"Will you be alright to travel tomorrow, Love? That cider is a potent concoction."
"Yeah, I'm not that far gone." She says, sliding her arms around Killian's hips.
"Now, I think I'd better give you part of your present tonight since we are leaving for Atlantis tomorrow." She continues with a sultry gaze and Killian quirks his head in question.
"Very well, Swan. You have my curiosity piqued." He says, moving his hands over her ass and pulling her closer.
"You have to find it though." Emma says with a cheeky grin as she pulls away from him slightly.
"I take it from your tone that it is on your person, then." He surmises and he rakes his gaze over her body to consider where to start his search. Emma smiles in response.
Killian adopts his sexy smirk as he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue and his eyes darken. He swaggers closer to her again to run a finger along Emma's collarbone, making her breath catch. Killian pulls aside the collar of Emma's t-shirt to show off a black leather strap running over her shoulder and he swallows suddenly as his smirk falters.
Emma looks from his fingers to his face with a sensuous gaze and smiles at Killian's expression. She starts backing away towards the stairs but Killian stops her with his hook around her wrist and pulls her back to him so he can slip a hand under her shirt to run up her stomach. He descends his mouth onto Emma's neck as his hand slides over the soft strip of leather running from her breasts to beneath her jeans.
"What… the blazes… is that!" he asks in a breathy whisper as he raises her shirt to pull it over her head. Emma quickly undoes her jeans and shimmies them off as Killian takes a step back to admire the black leather and mesh bodysuit covering Emma's lithe form.
"We should really head upstairs." Emma says, but Killian makes no effort to move and lightly trails his fingers over the edges of the bodysuit, murmuring,
"Soon." Seemingly entranced by the leather clad gift in front of him. He seems to want to drift his fingers over the whole suit as he tilts his head, this way and that, studying the look and feel of it on her skin.
"You were wearing this all night, under your clothing, darling?" he asks, not looking away from her body.
"Yes." She says, becoming intrigued by Killian's reaction to modern lingerie. She honestly expected for him to rip it from her body and ravish her in an excited frenzy but his slow perusal and light touches were making her hotter than she thought possible.
"And how did it make you feel, Love, keeping your secret hidden away from your family?" Killian rumbles close to her ear as he feathers his fingers up and down the mesh sides of the bodysuit and moves close enough that his chest brushes against hers.
Emma is getting more than a little dizzy and wet from the images his words were forming. He is turning on her mind while barely touching her body and Emma is nearly jumping out of her skin.
"Confident. Sexy… wet." She says, watching a muscle in his jaw strain as she pops the 't' on the last word. Killian presses Emma back into the refrigerator and finally looks up into her eyes with his lips parted and an inch from hers. His fingers trace a lazy circle over the leather covering Emma's mound and she gasps.
"And how did it feel here, Love? The rough leather rubbing against you make you wet and wanting, darling? Shall we check?" Emma closes her eyes and breathes in sharply through her nose when his finger slips in from the side of the bodysuit to caress her folds. Unable to form words, Emma lets out a tiny squeak of pleasure.
"Oh yes, darling. You are positively sodden down there." He says as he pops open the snaps at the bottom of the bodysuit, leaving Emma's pussy exposed and at the mercy of Killian's touch.
Suddenly, he captures Emma's lips in a forceful kiss, claiming her mouth as she opens it in surprise. She barely notices Killian ripping the front of his pants open as he assails her lips with bruising kisses. Moments later, Killian grips Emma's thighs, throwing them up and over his hips as he thrusts his cock into her in one powerful stroke. Killian swallows Emma's carnal scream and drives himself into her, over and over.
The fridge is rocking with the force of Killian's thrusts and Emma is so turned on that she can only cling to him and try to be as quiet as she can while her climax creeps up on her. Emma bites down hard on Killian's shoulder and digs her fingernails into his back when she starts coming.
Killian slows his efforts, letting Emma have a few moments to recover as he whispers in her ear.
"Is this the reaction you were hoping for, Love?" he says and Emma gives a small chuckle as she clenches the muscles surrounding Killian's cock. He jerks forward and gives Emma a chastising but devilish look before resuming his powerful thrusts into her.
It takes only a few more minutes before they are both tensing and tumbling over the edge of climax; each other's names on their lips.
Emma slides her legs to the floor to steady them both as Killian leans heavily against the fridge. They are panting wildly and Emma turns to smile at Killian.
"Yeah, so, Merry Christmas, Killian." She says with a little laugh.
"Merry indeed, darling. But it's not over yet." He states seriously as he swoops an arm down to collect her discarded clothes, pulling her behind him with the other hand as he leads the way to their room.
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Emma and Killian are woken by an excited Henry knocking on their door and yelling at them to get downstairs.
"Thank god we locked the bedroom door last night." Is all Emma says with her face still shmushed into her pillow.
"Aye. Aye." Killian says with a laugh before he rolls out of bed and grabs some fresh boxers from their dresser and tosses some panties to Emma. They dress slowly and head to the nursery to pick Hope up out of her crib and then make their way downstairs to the kitchen, smirking at one another while Henry is facing away, pouring pancake mix into a frying pan. Emma goes straight for the coffeemaker and Killian makes a bottle for Hope and hands it to Emma before he starts setting the table.
The feeling of family comes over Emma again as she accepts a plate of pancakes from Henry and she hands Killian a coffee before placing a hot cocoa with cinnamon beside Henry's plate. Sitting in her chair with Hope in her arms, Emma smiles at Henry and Killian arguing the many points of coffee versus hot cocoa.
After breakfast, they all leave the mess on the table and move over to the couch so Henry can dive under the Christmas tree and start handing out presents. As he starts ripping open game after Xbox game, Killian sits down next to Emma, moving an arm around her shoulders as she cuddles Hope on her lap.
"Here, Killian. This is from me." Henry says as he forces a medium-sized box onto Killian's lap and sits back to watch him open it while he crunches happily on a candy cane.
"Oh, cheers, lad." Killian says as he pulls the wrapping off and opens the box. Killian leans forward and his brow creases as he looks down at the small model ship in his hands. With a genuinely touched expression on his face, Killian looks up from the tiny ship to his soon-to-be stepson.
"Mate, this is… amazing." He says and Henry grins.
"I couldn't find an exact replica of the Jolly Roger of course, but I found one that was close and painted it to match." He says from his spot on the floor.
Killian studies his new treasure with awe.
"That is exquisitely done, lad. Thank you." Killian says as he carefully hands the ship to Emma and kneels down to give Henry a hug. Sitting back onto the couch with a strange smile on his face, Killian gestures to the gifts under the tree.
"There is a card under there for you to open, mate." He says with a wink at Henry.
Curious, Henry grabs the card and opens it to read, his face lighting up as he looks up to Killian with a conspiratorial grin and Emma laughs.
"Well, what is it, kid?" she asks her son with exaggerated impatience.
"It's, uh, riding lessons. Thanks Killian. I need those." He says to his mother before closing the card and stuffing it in his back pocket and exchanging another secretive look with the pirate.
"Your turn, Mom. It's from Killian." Henry quickly says as he holds out a flat box for Emma. She shifts Hope over to Killian's lap and takes the gift from Henry. She carefully unwraps a rough wooden picture frame encasing a beautifully rendered star constellation.
"Oh, Killian. It's beautiful. Did you draw this?" She says and Killian traces a finger along the frame and nods slowly as he explains further.
"It's a constellation called 'Cygnus', or in the common tongue; The Swan." Emma's eyes grow wide and she darts her gaze from Killian to the gift in her hands as Henry sits up to peek at the gift.
"Wow. Thank you. It's amazing." Emma says and she smiles down at the frame as Henry turns to rifle through the gifts under the tree. Killian leans over to whisper in Emma's ear.
"Amusing fact, Love; In the Tahitian Islands they call that constellation 'Pirae-tea' [he smiles and shrugs] I've been doing research on your world at the library, while you are at work." He says with a smirk and a wink.
The floor is covered in wrinkled wrapping paper, Henry fully immersed in his newest Xbox game and Hope is napping while Emma cleans up and Killian prepares for their departure to Atlantis. The Blue Fairy is coming soon to pick up Hope and then they will meet the others at the dock.
"Kid, you ready to go?" Emma asks pointedly to get him moving away from the game controller.
"Yup. Turning it off now." He says as he jumps up, turns off the Xbox and runs upstairs to gather his things for the trip. Henry pulls out the card from Killian and re-reads the beautifully written note again with a grin.
Dearest Henry,
As a gift to you, I have arranged for you to have riding lessons at the stables.
Unbeknownst to your darling mothers, your instruction will be carried out by none other than your sweet lass, Violet. Included in this gift will be a picnic blanket and basket for you to share with your sweetheart.
Merry Christmas, Henry
Killian