Hello. I am so sorry it has taken me this long to write it. I couldn't be more dissapointed in myself at my lack of timelyness. This is the last chapter of this story. I hope you all enjoyed reading this story. I know I had a lot of joy writing it, and I am sad to have it end. Which other then the loss of a muses was another reason I have put off writing this for as long as possible.

So here it is, the last chapter of Tweleve Days of Christmas.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my Swan girl gave to me: twelve ships to plunder.

One year later

Henry opened the door as silently as he could. Light slipped into their room, resting on the two people curled up on the bed. He tip toed across the floor, until he was next to the bed. Henry smiled down at his mother. She had found true love and believe. Something he had been praying for since he first met her. Now the man next to her had brought so much to this town since he arrived. He had helped Henry land his girlfriend Grace, helped the town's marine flourish, and even taught Emma to open her heart to others. He grinned before doing what ever child must on Christmas morning. Wake his folks. He jumped on the bed, yelling. "Santa came! Santa came!"

Emma and Killian both woke with a start. Emma grabbed for the gun that wasn't there, and Killian swung the hook that had been removed. Both of them looked at their weapons confused. Where Emma's gun usually lay was a little blue ball with wings, every time she squeezed it the thing would cry 'hey, listen'. Killian's hook had been replaced with a candy cane with ships running along the white strip. Henry was on the floor laughing. He had woken his family up before, and since both of them had lived let's just say adventurous lives they tend to attack things that woke them up suddenly.

Emma was the first to move, chucking the little thing at Henry. "You couldn't have waited another hour when our alarm goes off?"

Killian was getting out of bed, grumbling about kids that don't grow up. Henry was still trying to catch his breath. "Kid you have the count of five to get out of this room and start making coffee, or your mother and I will find ways to scare Grace off and scar you for life." He had removed the candy cane and reattached his hook.

Henry gulped and nodded, before running out of the room.

Emma laughed, falling back into bed. "He would have a plan for us in the morning wouldn't he."

Killian chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. "That he would, but we should give him so credit, it is after all Christmas."

Emma smiled. Last Christmas there was still tension between them, though they shared a few kisses on that day. During the past year they had come so far, she had joined him in the sessions with Archie. Things progressed after that. She laid back in bed, watching her lover dress. Killian turned to her and smiled so brightly that it tugged on her heart.

"What thoughts are on your mind, love?" He came over with his shirt still unbuttoned and jeans hanging from his hips. She reached out to him and he leaned down to kiss her.

"Just on how far we have come in the past year."

Killian's eyes darkened. "Oh, aye. We have come far." He scooped her out of bed. "But I must say my favorite memory would have to be catching Henry kissing Grace in July."

Flashback

It had been six months since they had been intimate and it was killing Killian. There was a festival and fireworks later that night. He had talked with Snow, so he knew that Henry would have a place to go after the fireworks. He had it all planed out, when the fireworks start he would draw Emma away from the group and kiss her, driving her mad with desire, then he would take her back to their flat to make sweet love to her. He felt his desire stir just at the thought of having her once more completely.

Ruby and Jefferson had dragged him into a sword fighting show, where he had to battle against Charming. Emma stood off to the side, laughing at the irony of it all.

After two hours of fighting, Snow called a halt to the match, declaring both of them winners. Though Charming was still grumbling, he shut up when Snow kissed him. Emma took the moment to give Killian a sweet kiss as well. He wanted it to last longer then it had, but he smiled when she drew back. "I see what you did there."

Emma looked up at him. "What?"

He brushed his nose against hers. "Waiting until your parents were distracted to kiss me."

She smiled before kissing him again. "Well I can't have him challenging you again. There is still the rest of the fair to look at."

Killian laughed. "As you wish."

They walked hand in hand through the fair, looking at the booths and what the people of this town had done since the curse had been broken. Belle was reading tales of their history to the children, while Rumpelstiltskin did bits of magic to show what Belle was telling. It was all in all a lovely fair. The fairies had gone all out in making it a festive occasion for all.

They stopped at Ghetto's stand, while Killian looked over some items, Emma inquired how Pinocchio was doing. After waving good-bye to the toy maker and visiting with a candle-stick maker, they continued down main street, draw to wonderful smell coming from the Granny's Diner. Upon entering the establishment, Emma and Killian where greeted with a pleasant sight. Henry, sitting next to Grace, was currently snogging the girl for all he is worth. Emma blinked a couple of times, trying to rid herself of shock that her son was kissing another person.

Killian pulled her closer, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Why don't we come back later. Let the kids have some fun." He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "After all its not like Granny isn't watching them like a hawk." Emma shook her head, lean up to kiss the man before her once more.

"Can't do that, Hook." The way she said his nickname now, sent blood rushing to his lower bits. She slipped out of his grasp and sauntered over to the kiss locked pair.

She coughed causing the two to jump in surprise. Henry looked up at his mother then down at the floor, embarrass beyond words. Grace stared at the wall, a faint blush painted against her cheeks. "Be happy that it was me, not her father." Emma said in a cheerful voice. "We'll talk later about it, kid." She ruffled Henry's hair and winked at Grace, before returning to Hook's side.

She glanced sidelong at him, biting her lip. "What would you say, to us getting out of here?" She leaned into his body, rising on her tip-toes to nibble on his ear. "We can go back home, and lock the doors."

Killian groaned, sweeping her up off her feet to carry her back home so he could have his wicked way with her.

Present time

Emma laughed, a sound that was much more common here now a days. She leap from Killian's arms and processed to dress in jeans and a turtle neck. Pulling her hair up in a ponytail, she felt Killian wrap his arms around her, pulling her flush against his back. "I love you." He stated, so comfortable, kissing her just below her ear. "And I always will."

Emma turned slightly in his arms to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "I love you, Captain Hook, more then you will ever know."

The day passed in a flourish of gift wrapping, food, and family visits. Killian was never out of arm's reach for Emma. Snow even smiled as she watched them move in harmony around the kitchen to ready the days feast. Though Charming still grumbled about it. Emma had never felt such content before. Hook just knew how to put her at easy. When Charming and Snow left with Henry in tow, one of his gifts was a saddle for his horse, Emma sighed closing the door.

Killian wrapped her in his arms, rocking them gentle to the sound of Christmas music playing on the radio. "Have a happy Christmas, love?" He voice dropped an octave lower, when he reached his favorite pet name for her.

Emma tilted her head back, staring into his deep blue eyes. "Yes." Came the answer from her kissable lips. Killian ducked his head, to pepper her lips with his kisses. She melted against him, returning kiss for kiss. When they pulled back, both were breathless, lust shown in their eyes as they stared at one another. Emma's eyes flickered to his lips, before subconsciously licking her own. He groaned, before bring his lips to her once more for a deeper kiss.

He drew back from the battle of tongues and teeth and smiled down at her. "I have a gift for you."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Really, because I have a gift for you."

Killian pulled out of her grasp, "Mine first." He reached into his jacket pocket, and went down on to one knee. With his hook he lifted the lid of the box black velvet box, reveling a simple silver ring with a modest diamond nestled in the center. "Emma Swan, Princess of the land, will you do this humble pirate captain of becoming my wife?"

Emma gasped, reaching out to grasp his hook, the cool metal still brings butterflies to her stomach. She did love the man before, they had been through so much with Neal, Cora, and just trying to find their ever after. "Yes." She dropped down to her knees, grabbing his jacket with her free hand and pulled him closer. "Now kiss me you scoundrel."

He gave her a smirk, before claiming her lips in a passionate kiss, full of promise, hope, and love.

Emma pulled back, to watch as he slide the ring home. She gave him a brilliant smile and kissed him again. "I love it." Killian smiled, a twinkle in his eyes.

"I knew you would." He kissed her again, pulling her on top of him as he laid back on the floor. His hook traced down her spin, while his hand tangled in her hair. Emma shifted so she was straddling him, enjoying the kiss and feeling him pressed against her form. She drew back with a mischievous smile.

"Do you want to see what I got you?" She asked as she ground her hips down, feeling him buck up to her.

He rolled them over, rocking his hips into hers. "Lass unless it is you magically becoming naked under me, I don't believe I care." He nipped at her neck, smirking when her fingers played in his hair, tugging just right when he nipped the sensitive flesh under his tongue. She gasped and withered under him.

"I don't know, Hook." She moaned as he nipped the part of her breast he could see spill out of her top. "I think you might just love it at the moment."

He pulled back, resting his weight on his elbows. He quirked an eyebrow and flashed her a dazzling smile. "Really, love, must I play dirty." His voice dripped in the innuendo, as he rolled his hips sensually against her, drawing a cry from her lips. She wanted him, but still she was determined to give him this gift.

She leaned up and kissed him, while he was engaged with the foreplay of their mouths she flipped them over. Emma scrambled out of his grasp, quickly moving away from the pirate. She turned her head to look back at the rumbled man on the floor and winked. "Catch me if you can, Captain."

With that she took off through the place, Hook following behind her. He tried their bedroom door to find it locked. "Lass." He called. "This won't stop me for long." The chase excited him to no end. He knelt by the lock and started to pick it. Within a minute he had the door swinging open. What he saw on the bed made him stop. Emma had her hair lose, spilling out against the black stain sheets, wearing the cloths with the rips in all the right places, handcuffed to the bed frame.

She smiled like the vixen she was, raising her body up to display for him. "Care to unwrap your present, Captain?"

He stalked over to her, ripping her shirt off with easy, revealing she wasn't wearing bra. His mouth went dry, looking down at the beauty before him. "With pleasure." He rasped out, eyes never leaving her chest as he watched them rise and fall with each breath she took. Killian attacked her with renewed passion, fitting himself between her legs and gave her a lust-filled kiss. His hook made quick work of her jeans, using the rips to tear the denim from her body. He stared down at her for a moment, following map on her tong. It still brought unending joy to see her in cloths that he had picked out of her. He leaned down and nipped her hip. Looking up at her he pulled the tong off with his teeth, watching her pant at the sight he made. He removed himself from her body to undress, the moment all cloths were removed from his body he was back, pressed against her, feeling her legs open wider in invitation, one he would never refuse. When they joined, stars exploded behind his eyes. Looking down at his love, keep prisoner by choice, he couldn't think of a better place to be, then thrusting into her with everything he had, pulling moans and screams from her kiss swollen lips. Finally they had found their happy ever after.

So that is it, the story has come to an end. Thank you all that have been with me from the beginning, for your comments, your likes and dislikes, and your desire to know what happens at the end of the rainbow. So this is me, signing off. See you in the next story I dabble with.