So, yeah. Day two.
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On the second day of Christmas my Swan girl gave to me: two cannonballs.
Emma had hide those cuffs under her bed, in fear that Killian might sneak in later that night and have his wicked way with her. The next morning she woke groggy and unrested. Her dreams had plagued her of what Killian could do with a pair of handcuffs. She looked back at the note, fearing just what else he might do to her during the next eleven days.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her musing. She grabbed her phone, glancing at the clock. 6 AM a new record for him. "Hello."
"Emma, hey. I thought we could have breakfast at Granny's before you had to work." Snow said. Emma could hear the hope in the request and smiled. Anything to get her away from that pirate.
"Sure. I'll met you there in about ten minutes." She replied back with as much chipper as she could mange.
Snow was delighted. "Alright. See you then." Emma hung up, and got out of bed. She entered the living room/kitchen five minutes later, dressed and showered. Killian was drinking coffee, as he read the paper. It always shocked her to see him doing something so normal. He looked up at her approached. "Sleep well, love?" Emma glared at him.
"Just fine. You?" He smirked.
"Oh, yes. Wonderful dreams." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Shall I tell you about them?"
Emma shook her head, heading to the door. "Sorry not today. I have a breakfast date in five." She opened the door and turned back. "Try not to do anything unreasonable."
She shut the door before he could reply and hurried off to meet her mother.
Snow was already sitting in a booth when Emma arrived. She stood to hug Emma, before sitting back down. "I hope you don't mind, but I told Ruby to bring us some cocoa and coffee."
Emma smiled. "Thanks. I wasn't able to grab a cup before heading out this morning."
Snow White smiled. "So how are things with Hook?"
Emma frowned. "Frustrating as always, Snow." She ran a hand through her hair. "I think Henry gave him a bad idea yesterday."
Snow raised her eyebrows, and opened her mouth to say something, but Ruby walked over to give them their drinks. "Morning, Emma, how did that compass work?"
Emma groaned. She gestured for Ruby to sit while she took a swig of her coffee. "He gave me a return gift, and I have a feeling there are eleven more of those gifts lurking in my future." Ruby laughed and Snow looked politely interested.
"What did you get the Captain?" Snow questioned. Emma grinned. "A compass that doesn't point north. Figured that would give him something to do, rather then break every law he can." Snow laughed.
"So what did he get you?" Ruby cut in excited.
Emma groaned again. "I don't want to think about it." Ruby gave her a look saying 'if you don't tell me, something bad will happen'. Emma just sighed. "He got me fuzzy handcuffs." She muttered darkly at her cocoa, a slight blush gracing her cheeks.
Snow gasped. "I'll kill him. He didn't use them on you?" Emma refused to answer, seeming more interested in her coco then answering her mother. "You don't have to worry, Emma. I will kill him for this."
Emma looked up. "No. Snow, please. He didn't do anything. I think he was just joking, because I chained in up in the giant's lair." She shrugged. "I'm almost want to see if I can't top him in this gift giving."
Ruby grinned wolfishly. "Well, it seems he is going the more sexy route. Any idea how you are going to top him?"
Emma looked a Ruby for a moment. "Yeah. Know where I can find some cannonballs?"
Ruby shook her head, looking over her shoulder at the ding of the bell. "I'll bring you guys your food." She made her way over the cook to retrieve the plates.
Snow looked at Emma for a moment. "Why cannonballs?"
Emma shrugged. "It will come with a note. 'Tie to your feet and take a walk under the sea.' Who knows maybe he will take the hint."
Snow laughed. "Well let me know if you need any help with ideas. It will be interesting to see what you two get each other for each day." She smiled. "Better yet, text me when you find out what he got you for each day."
Emma tensed every time the phone rang, sure that Hook had done something, but every time it was something else. By the time lunch rolled around, Emma knew she would have to soak to get all the tension out of her shoulders. "Need help, lass?" His voice seemed deeper, more sensual. Emma wheeled around to stare at him.
"Where the hell have you been?" She glared at him. He was leaning causally against the door jam. Looking like nothing was out of place. Emma realized her mistake when he smiled devilishly at her.
"Did you miss me, love?" He walked towards her, his gaze holding her in place.
"No." She snapped at him. "And will you stop calling me love."
Killian chuckled. "No, love, I won't." He walked around her wrapping his hooked hand around her, and pulling her back to him. She struggled against him, until he breathed into her ear. "If you keep that up, I might have to cuff you sooner then expected." She shivered against him. The thought was sinful, bring back memories of her dreams. Her handcuffed to her bed, him naked looming over her, showing her just how wicked his mouth can be. His hand moved her hair away. Killian pressed a kiss to her neck, enjoying the way she shuttered. "You seem tense." His hand trailed down her neck. "Let me help with your." His hand dug roughly into her shoulder and pulled her tightly against him. She groaned. "Tension." Killian growled out. He nuzzled the other side of her neck as his fingers worked out the knots.
Emma had deflated against him, solely focused on not making a sound. He slid his hand down her side. Emma tilted her head back resting it on his shoulder. He smirked, nipping along her neck. His hand slipped under her shirt massaging the bare flesh. His hook started to lightly run across her stomach, just above the waist line of her jeans. Emma gave a breathy sigh. "Killian."
He froze, looking at his Swan-girl. Her eyes were closed and her body arched into his touch. He nibbled on her ear, moving his hand to the front of her jeans, toying with the button. "Do you have more tension here?" His voice came out husky and dark, filled with promising wicked desire. He cupped her intimately through her jeans, stroking ever so slightly. She bucked into his hand, a soft moan escaping her lips. He stilled her hips. "You have to say it love."
Emma opened her eyes in a lust-filled haze and turned her head to see his face. His eyes were hooded and darken by lust, a wicked smile on his lips. Emma leaned her head towards his, placing a kiss on the underside of his jaw, and biting softly. Killian closed his eyes. She was falling, he knew.
The door opened and Prince Charming in all his glory stood there. In under a minute, Emma was ripped from his arms and a punch was landed on his face.
Emma blinked in confusion. David was standing next to her, breathing hard. His fists still balled. Killian was rubbing his jaw, his hook resting on her desk. "David?" His daughter's voice cut through his anger. Charming turned to her and hugged her.
"Did he hurt you?" He held her at arm length looking her over, taking note of the red marks on her throat and the flustered look in her eyes.
Emma closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "No. Just no, David." She rubbed her temple. "What are you doing here?"
David looked skeptical for a moment. "To give you the rest of the day off. Snow said you need to take care of some things."
Emma nodded, she wiggled out of his hold. Walking over to her jacket, she slide it on. Without a look behind her, she left, still tying to get her heart to calm.
David looked at Killian, who had straighten. "You stay away from my daughter, Hook."
Killian cocked an eyebrow at him. "How do you propose I do that? I do live with Emma." He crossed his arms and glared at the over-protective father.
David glared back. "Just leave her alone." He pushed passed Killian. "Now get out of here before I arrest you."
Killian clenched his jaw and stormed out. He didn't understand David. Snow had accepted his advances on Emma, with the promise that if he dared to harm her, he would never see the light of day. But David didn't want him any where near her. Living with her just put Charming over the edge. He was actuality surprised that Emma had let him stay with her, but after the sixth break in to her apartment just to sleep on her couch, Emma offered him the spare room. He wandered the streets of Storybrooke, ending up at the library.
Belle smiled at him. "So how did it go?"
He grinned. "Well, she is starting to fall, but her father interrupted."
Belle frowned. "What were you doing?"
Killian cocked his head towards him and she blushed. "Just a message, dear Belle. I might just have to give her another one tonight."
She grinned. "That I can help with." She pulled out a notepad and pen and started to write. "You need candles, scented. Oil, if you get scented make sure it matches the candles. And if you want stuff with different textures, like roses and feathers."
Killian stood. "Do I want to know how you know this?"
Belle smiled shyly. "Probably not. But it works."
Killian took the list with a nod. "Well thank you, dear Belle. Do enjoy your evening."
Emma had arrived home after finding her gift for Killian. She set the cannonballs on the table, sighing as she does. She frowned with she say a candle on the table with a note.
On the second day of Christmas your pirate gives to you, two back massages.
Just follow the trail, I'll see you soon.
Emma saw a trail of rose petals leading to the bedrooms. She cautiously followed them. They let to Killian's room. She pushed the door open to find candles lighting the room in a soft glow. Killian was waiting for her in leather pants and a black button down shirt, a mix of his old and new clothing. He held his hand out to her. "Emma, care to have your tension relived?"
She looked around the room, brows furrowed. "What are you doing?" Her voice was guarded.
He smiled. "Just want to give you a gift that you might like. He stepped towards her. "You know I'm good with my hand." He lifted on her hands in his and pressed a chaste kiss on her knuckles. "If it will help easy you, I swear I will not defile your honor."
She sighed. "I have a feeling you won't let me sleep until this happens." She got a smirk in reply. "Fine." She stripped out of her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. "Where do you want me?"
He held his hand out to her. "On the bed, love. You might want to take your shirt off as well."
His voice held a bit of a challenge, like she couldn't handle this with her shirt off. She lifted her shirt off and tossed it next to her jacket. Emma ignored his hand and climbed onto his bed, laying on her stomach. She curled her hair over her shoulder and looked at him. "Come on, I don't have all night."
Killian stared at her exposed skin. The first thought was beautiful, the next was flawless. He straddled her, just behind her ass, running his hand over her flesh. It amused him that a trail of goosebumps followed. He reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a small bottle of oil. He poured a small amount on her shoulders. His hand rubbed the oil into her shoulders, watching her tense then relax in his present.
She sighed, feeling the warm radiated from his hand into her back. It was an amazing feeling, his hand moved effortlessly from one shoulder to the other squeezing and pressing into the muscles, down to her shoulder blades and back again. She nearly was asleep when she felt him press his lips to her shoulder blade, moving up to her neck. "I will win you in the end, love." He gently bit the junction of her neck. "We would be amazing together." Emma just whimpered.
Killian smirked against her neck. "Sleep, Emma. I won't do anything to you tonight."
He was rubbing her back with feather light touches, when she finally dozed off. Killian rested his body against hers for a moment before getting up and covering her with a blanket. He walked out of his room going to check the lights were out. On the table he noticed two cannonballs with a bow on top, and a note. He walked over, and pulled the note off.
Captain Hook, these might protect you from David, but not from me. Merry Christmas. Emma.
He smiled. Killian loved this game they were playing with each other. Looking at the cannonballs he knew this morning it would have been for something else, but he was happy with his victory. Shutting the lights out he wandered back to his room. He blew out the candles. He stripped off his shirt and crawling into bed with his woman. He pulled her to him, wrapping both hand and hook around her. A smile played on his lips as she snuggled into him. With a kiss on her forehead, he joined her in slumber.
Yeah! That is done. Now any ideas why she gives him three silver earrings for the next day? Anyone want to guess? Leave me with a review on what you think her reason for three silver earrings are! Happy reading!