Author's note: Another December Prompt! This is Emma and Killian's first Christmas, visiting her parents in NYC. Here be smut. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sadly no.

The First Christmas

Emma rolled over and nuzzled the warm body in front of her. She tucked her chilled toes between her bedmate's legs, making him stir with a grunt of complaint. "Bloody hell."

She just moved closer; the air was cooler than she was used to. "Cold," she mumbled.

Killian grunted again and rolled over, pulling her against his chest. "'S okay." Emma rubbed her nose over his skin, still sleepy. She didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in the warm bed with her husband. Killian lazily kissed her hair before allowing himself to doze off again. It was too bloody early to be awake, even if it was Christmas.

When they finally did wake, they were still wrapped around each other intimately. They were used to the warm Hawaiian weather; it was much colder in New York. Even Emma was affected, despite having grown up in the city. Or at least, that was what she told herself, rather than admit she wanted Killian to hold her.

"Morning, love."

"Hmm."

"Feet warm now?"

She smiled against his chest. "Yeah, thanks."

"Let's consider it one of my husbandly duties, Swan."

Her smile widened; four months later, that still gave her a warm feeling in her chest. They were officially married longer than they'd been merely dating, but it didn't feel like it. In fact, Emma sometimes struggled to recall when Killian wasn't a part of her life. They'd already experienced more drama in months than lesser couples did in years.

"I'll add it to the list."

"There's a list now?"

"Mhmm. All very proper."

"Minx." He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. "Do we have to get up?"

Emma traced patterns on his bare back. "Probably. I told you before; Mom loves Christmas."

"So I've seen." The entire loft was decorated; indeed their bedroom (formerly Emma's) seemed to be only place immune to Mary Margaret's enthusiasm. The Nolans had two Christmas trees. One in the more public foyer and one in the private family room. Both of them were beautiful; Emma and Killian had helped decorate when they arrived from Hawaii. Emma's mother had put it off, expressly so her daughter and new son in law could help.

Killian had been touched by the older woman's thoughtfulness. He was blown away by the acceptance he received from Emma's family; he hadn't had a family to celebrate the holidays with in seven years. Even before that, Liam's death had cast a pall over any festive spirit he might have had.

"The food will be good," Emma promised, leaning back to see his face. "And presents."

He grinned at her. "Ah yes, presents." He leaned down and pecked her lips. "I am looking forward to that."

"I'm looking forward to this." She kissed him again, more insistently; he opened for her with little complaint. God, he loved waking up like this, the woman he loved in his arms, kissing him like they had all the time in the world. So many times in the last few months he could have lost her and she was still here, his wife of all things.

Emma sighed into the kiss, in no hurry, enjoying the way his heart thumped under her palm. She didn't fight him when he gently pushed her onto her back, lips grazing her jaw, her throat. She threaded her fingers into his thick dark hair, holding him as he pressed her into the mattress.

"Your parents are waiting for us," he said sadly, trying not to get too carried away. The urge to just stay in bed and make love over and over was strong. They hadn't seen much of each other in the weeks leading up to his graduation from UH. They had a few precious days before getting on a plane and flying thousands of miles to visit her parents. Once they arrived, they were kept busy, decorating, seeing the sights, visiting friends.

Killian missed those days over the summer where he had her all to himself.

She combed her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He liked that. "I know."

He groaned, relaxing into her loving touch. "Emma..."

"Shh." She smiled and captured his lips with hers. She wanted to enjoy a makeout session with her husband before they faced her parents. "Later," she promised between kisses. "We'll have our own little celebration, okay?"

"Aye." He stole one final kiss. "Shower?"

"You go first."

"I was hoping you'd join me, Swan."

"Then we'd only wind up having sex and be even later."

"Spoil sport," he groused.

"I'll make it up to you, babe. You might have a very special present not for parental eyes. But you only get it if you're good."

"How can I say no to that? Back in jiffy, lass." He left her in the big bed and went to shower. Emma went to her closet to check on said present; it was precisely where she hid it. She'd gotten the idea when she took him to see the Rockettes; Killian had never spent Christmas in New York so she wanted him to do all the touristy things. After Radio City, they went to Rockfeller Center, went skating at the park, wandered down Fifth Avenue to see the window displays. Sometimes Elsa and Will came with them; they were still going strong. Emma was happy for them, eagerly awaiting the day their friends returned to the island.

Part of her would always love New York, but Hawaii was home now. They had a condo they loved, NORI was taking off, slowly but surely. With Killian finished with school, they could do what they'd dreamed of, work together for a cause they both believed in passionately. In time, Emma wanted to raise their family there.

Killian would be such an amazing father.

Still, they'd only been married a few months; they had time for all of that. Right now, it was Christmas and she wanted it to be special. It was their first as a couple and Killian's first with family since his mother passed.

When Killian finished showering, Emma swapped him, hurrying through her routine. This was the most excited she'd been about Christmas in many years. She emerged from the bathroom in jeans and a red turtleneck that clung to her curves. She wore the swan necklace Killian had bought for her in a little shop in Honolulu; it stood out against the fabric.

"Beautiful," Killian murmured, tugging her close and sweetly kissing her lips.

Emma hugged him back, her fingers digging into the green wool of his sweater. "We're color coordinated. Very Christmas-y."

"Your mum may have hinted that it was expected?"

Emma stroked his scruffy cheek. "Thank you for putting up with all of this."

"Nonsense, my love. I am precisely where I want to be."

"I love you, Killian."

"And I you, Emma." He kissed the back of her hand. "Come, let's go see what Santa's left us."

She laughed and followed him out of the room. Their bedroom was on the other side of the loft, giving them privacy, but making it quite a hike to the rest of the living space. The scent of food cooking hit their nostrils immediately; Killian felt his stomach rumble.

"Who's cooking?"

"Dad, I think. The staff gets the holidays off."

"Do you think we should help?" When Emma first came to the island, she had no idea how to do simple things, like cook. Through sheer determination, she'd taught herself; cooking together was something they enjoyed doing as a couple now.

"He'd refuse. Best to just let him get on with it."

"Understood." Killian was still feeling his way around David and Mary Margaret, even though they were very supportive of the relationship. They hadn't gotten off on the best foot, but in the end, they wanted Emma to be happy.

"Good morning, you two," Mary Margaret said when they entered the kitchen. "Coffee's in the pot."

"I'll get it," Killian volunteered, giving Emma a moment with her mother. He filled two mugs, sweetening Emma's the way she liked. This was the most informal he'd ever seen the Nolans; it was a little offputting. He liked his in laws; he just wasn't used to seeing them so...casual. But they seemed like any other family on Christmas morning.

"I hope you're hungry," David said, flipping some French toast. "Christmas breakfast is the meal of the day."

"Is it?" Killian asked, cocking his head.

David nodded. "Yeah. We usually spend the afternoon and evening at one of the shelters, fixing meals."

"Ah." Would they be expected to participate? Killian wasn't opposed to charity work but he'd selfishly been hoping to spend the evening with Emma. And those bloody paps still followed them around which was annoying in the extreme.

"Don't worry," David chuckled. "I got Mary Margaret let you guys stay home. While she would love the extra publicity, you and Emma should forge your own traditions."

Killian stopped, two mugs in his hands. He was touched by David's sentiments. This was his daughter—his only child—they were talking about. "Thanks. That means a lot to me. Emma as well."

"What means a lot?" Emma asked, taking her mug from him. She looked curiously from her father to her husband. "What's going on?"

"I was just telling Killian about how we usually spend Christmas day," David replied.

"Oh. Right." She looked a bit sheepish, like she'd forgotten. She'd worked so hard to put her socialite life behind her...she really had forgotten.

"You're off the hook," Mary Margaret chimed in, sipping her tea. "Thanks to your father."

"No, we can..." Emma began.

"It's already decided," David said firmly. "As I was telling Killian, the two of you are family now. You should find your own way to celebrate."

Emma smiled and leaned in to kiss her dad's cheek. "You're the best."

David smiled fondly down at her. "I'm just looking out for my baby girl. Now shoo so I can finish breakfast!"

Everyone laughed. Emma and Killian took their coffee and wandered through the family area of the loft, settling in front of the massive tree. Killian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him. "That's a lot of presents," Killian observed.

"I guess it is." It struck Emma how much different this probably was from Christmases past for him. "Did your family have any traditions?"

He stared into the hearth for a long minute. "One of us always played Santa," he said quietly. "Handing out the gifts and such. And Mum had this special pie should would bake. I can't remember precisely what was in it though."

Emma reached up and squeezed the hand on her shoulder, offering what comfort she could. The deaths of his mother and Liam would always hurt, she knew that. Killian kissed her temple lovingly. "Maybe we can figure it out and make it next year."

"I'd like that, love."

"Would you mind if I played Santa?"

"I think you'd be a wonderful Santa, Swan." She smiled up at him, laying her mostly empty mug aside. She cupped his cheek and eased him down for a kiss, sweet and gentle. Killian tightened his arms around her, letting himself get lost in her kiss. The ache in his heart where his mother and Liam were eased when he was holding her, especially today.

They had to break apart when Mary Margaret announced breakfast, but they were smiling when they returned to the kitchen. Killian half expected the meal to be served in the formal dining room, but once again the Nolans surprised him. They gathered in a corner of the massive kitchen, breakfast nook piled high with food. They settled around it and tucked in, Emma's parents regaling Killian with stories of Christmases past.

Killian didn't bother to hide his grin; for the first time in many years, he felt part of a family.

After breakfast, everyone headed into the family room. "Okay, everyone have a seat, I'm going to be Santa," Emma announced. Her parents looked at her skeptically but did as she asked. She managed to find a spare Santa hat and plopped it on her head at a jaunty angle. Killian just grinned at her as she reached for her first presents. "Mom, this is for you."

Mary Margaret accepted the gift and tore into it. It was a beautifully framed photo of Emma and Killian on the bow of the Jolly Roger out on the open sea. "This is lovely!" she said, blinking back tears. "Thank you both." Spontaneously, she bounced up and hugged Emma, then Killian. "I know just where to put this."

Emma handed her father a gift next; it was from his wife, a brand new set of cuff links. Leaving David to give his thanks, Emma grabbed a small box and handed it to Killian. She thought she knew what was inside it, but it wasn't from her.

Killian looked curiously at his gift then tore it open. Inside was a small ornament, made of chrome and silver. It was shaped like an ocean wave and had Killian engraved on it. "That's from us," Mary Margaret said, handing Killian and Emma each other similarly sized box. "Emma knows this, but we have a tradition in this family. Everyone has their own ornament on the tree. Generations of my family are remembered at the holidays. The ornament that you have, Killian, will go on this tree." She pointed. "The ones in the boxes are for you to take home with you, for your own tree in years to come."

Killian looked down at the finely crafted ornament, tracing his name with the pad of his finger. He could feel Emma's smile; had she known about this? Finally, he looked up at his mother in law, a bit overwhelmed. "Thank you," he said simply. He stood up and hugged her, touched by her gift.

"Go hang it," she urged, releasing him. "We'll wait."

Killian nodded at her and walked over to the tree. He saw what she meant; there were a lot of engraved ornaments. Most of the names he didn't recognize. But he did find Emma's, a delicate thing shaped like a small crown. He hung his beside it; it was where he belonged after all.

David offered him a clap on the shoulder when he returned, then the moment passed. Emma returned to handing out gifts, not waiting for people to open them. She found a few of her own, making a small pile for herself. Crumpled wrapping paper and ribbons found their way to the floor as the family ripped open gift after gift. Emma's favorite gift was the emerald bracelet and matching earrings Killian got her; when she thanked him he murmured how much they reminded him of her eyes. She kissed him soundly, right there in front of her parents, again thankful they were going to have the loft to themselves that night.

After cleaning up, Mary Margaret insisted they all watch It's a Wonderful Life, her favorite Christmas movie. Killian's was Christmas Vacation but didn't think that was very appropriate with Emma's parents around. Still, it was worth it, as Emma snuggled into his side, tucking her feet under her.

They ate a late lunch, then David and Mary Margaret left to get ready for their outing. Killian found Christmas Vacation on the pay per view, once more settling in to watch. The pair of them laughed until their sides ached, barely noticing when her parents took their leave.

It was the laziest Christmas Emma had ever had, just laying about watching movies with Killian. They were stretched out on the couch, Emma laying on top of him as Die Hard played on the big TV. "I always forget this is a Christmas movie," she mumbled into his chest.

He laughed. "I'm surprised you've seen it, Swan."

She swatted his chest. "Hey! It's not like I grew up on a space station. Elsa and I used to love watching these kind of movies."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Action movies were our go to when one of us had boy trouble."

He stroked her hair. "Ah." He paused, thinking. "Wait...does that mean...?"

She nodded. "That big fight we had? Yeah. Lots of Indiana Jones, buddy."

"Well, at least you have good taste," he joked. That fight felt like a lifetime ago, but it was merely the beginning of their adventure together. "I'm sorry, love."

"For what?"

"Anything I've done lately that I've not apologized for," he said, rubbing her back. She practically purred against him, nuzzling his chest.

"Can't...ugh...think of anything," she replied, kissing his scruffy cheek.

"Ugh?"

"That feels nice."

"And merits an 'ugh'?"

"I said it feels nice."

Realization dawned on him. "Ah. So I should continue then?"

"Please." She did still have his surprise, but she was enjoying his lazy touches. His hands slid under her turtleneck, rubbing lazy circles into her skin. They ignored the movie completely, sharing more slow deep kisses. She could spend days just kissing him. He was that good.

"Bloody hell, Swan," he mumbled, nipping at her lobe. "Do you really want me to fuck you on your parents' couch?"

Emma shivered. The idea was appealing, but she had other plans. "Rain check?"

"Emma..."

She put a finger to his lips. "Only because I have something better for you. Remember?"

He pressed his fingers into her spine. "Have I been good enough, love?"

She rubbed her hips over his half hard cock, earning her a groan. "I think so. Bedroom?"

She didn't even have time to breathe; he carried her there, legs wrapped snugly around his hips. He knew the way well enough that he could kiss her as he walked, thankful the loft was all one level. Emma mewled as he squeezed her ass, nipping sharply at his pouting lower lip. "Can't wait to see my present," he whispered huskily in her ear. "Can I guess?"

Emma ground her hips into his, teasing them both. "Shoot."

"Is it a toy?"

She smiled. "No, but I can put that on the list for your birthday."

"New lingerie?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"You naked and wanting?"

"Hmm, close. If you play your cards right."

"That's always the greatest present, lass. You're all a man needs."

"Well, I only want one."

He kneaded her ass. "Too right. Mine."

She shivered. "Oh yes." She kissed him hard, desire zipping through her. Part of her was tempted to just say the hell with it and let him have her, but she'd called in a favor for this present. She wanted him to enjoy unwrapping her. "May I go get it now?"

"Please." He kissed her one last time and gently put her down. That didn't stop him from swatting her ass as she walked away, ducking first into the closet, then the bathroom. He paced the room like a caged animal, waiting for her to emerge.

Emma stripped in record time, slowing only long enough to remove her swan necklace. The outfit came with a shiny unitard but she ditched that for high cut satin panties and a strapless bra. Both red, of course. She slipped on the glittery silver shoes then added the top; it was long sleeved, red, trimmed in white fur. It ticked her neck and the tops of her breasts, but she looked fantastic. Carefully, she piled her golden tresses on top of her head and completed the look with the Santa hat. Her only makeup was deep red lipstick, which would be gone in minutes anyway.

She did a turn in front of the mirror and pronounced herself pleased. Killian wouldn't know what hit him.

What the hell was taking so long? He thought about going to knock on the bathroom door when he heard it open. When he turned around, his jaw dropped in sheer shock.

Emma was dressed like a bloody Rockette.

Her legs were already long and lean; the outfit made them look even better. The Santa aspect of the outfit amused him greatly; hadn't he said she'd make a great Santa? This wasn't what he meant at the time, but she was utterly perfect. "Wow."

She smirked at him, turning slowly so he could get the full effect. "What do you think?"

He stepped closer. "You look...amazing, Emma."

She put her hands on her hips, stepping closer, wanting to meet him halfway. "You really think so?"

They were only inches apart now; Killian reached out and lightly fingers the white ruff. "You not only look good enough to be a bloody Rockette, I almost don't want to take this off you."

She pouted. "Not what I was going for," she mock complained.

He ran his finger up over the exposed skin of her chest. "Oh but love, the anticipation makes it worth it, don't you think? If I just tore this off you, we wouldn't get to use it again."

"Again?" Her voice came out slightly breathless; it was hard to focus on simple things like speaking when she could see the lust burning in his eyes.

"The best presents just keep on giving, darling."

She thought for a moment that he'd kiss her...but then his head drifted to her left. His warm soft lips caressed her cheek, her jaw, the sensitive place under her ear. Her knees wobbled; Killian slipped his hands around her back. Emma leaned back in his hold, her heart rate increasing with every gentle brush of his mouth. He licked her fluttering pulse, sucked on the skin greedily. Her hands moved at last, gripping his biceps in an effort to hold herself up. Her heels meant he didn't have to bend as far to suckle her pale skin and she paid for it. He bathed her throat and upper chest with kisses and love bites until she was whimpering constantly.

Slowly, Killian backed them to the bed, her heels clacking on the floor. "Lay back."

Emma did as she was bid; she could hardly stand on her own anyway, so weak was she with desire. Her panties were already soaked through and he'd hardly touched her. But that was just Killian. Their bodies were so attuned that the briefest touch could set her body alight. He arranged her on the bed, long legs spread wide, giving him room to maneuver.

Killian stripped off his shirt and loosened his pants, sighing in relief. He kissed the inside of Emma's thighs as he stroked himself, knowing that turned her on. Right on cue she whimpered. "See something you like?"

"Your cock," she said clearly.

"Good things come to those who wait, lass."

"Are you gonna tease me all night?"

"I thought you liked watching, Swan."

She propped herself up on her elbows. "Feel how wet I am, Killian. How much I need your cock in me."

He groaned; he loved when she asked for what she wanted. Hearing dirty things on those pouting lips just made him want her more. He slipped two fingers under her panties, over her slick flesh. "Bloody fuck. You are soaked. Are you that desperate?"

"Not desperate," she corrected. "Just horny as hell."

"There are many ways to make you come."

"So what are you waiting for, sailor?"

He surged forward and kissed her lips, relishing her surprised moan. He pulled back and lifted one leg to his lips. He kissed her ankle, her shin, the sensitive place just behind her knee. He repeated this on the other leg, taking long licks of her flesh. Emma gripped the headboard for support as he got closer and closer to her warm center, moaning long and loud as he licked over the ruined satin. "Love this fucking color on you," he whispered. "So fucking sexy, Swan."

She mewled, her hat finally falling off. She didn't care as he was finally stripping her panties off. Down her legs they went, then they were gone with a casual flick of his wrist. He grinned at her lecherously before laying flat for his favorite game.

Emma grabbed the rungs tighter as Killian blew cool air onto her soaked folds. He kissed her bare mound, her clit, lightly tongued her dripping hole. Then he lifted her up by the ass and just started devouring her, licking and sucking and eating at her like a man starved. Emma cried out as her body tensed, her first orgasm slamming into her embarrassingly fast. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Killian merely hummed, pausing only long enough to catch his breath. Then he started again. She was still quivering from the first but he pushed on, working her up slowly, savoring her taste. Lashing her clit with his tongue, teasing her hole, tongue fucking her. He pushed two fingers into her, then a third; she bucked into his touch. He whispered about how hot this was, how he lived to make her come, how much he needed to fuck her. Before she knew it, she was falling apart again, sweat soaking her costume.

"Satisfied yet, sweetheart?"

"No!" she cried, catching a glimpse of his red and throbbing cock. It had been too many days since they could indulge like this and she needed him.

"What do you want?"

She looked him in the eye. "Cock. Inside me. Now."

"God, I love how greedy you are, how much you crave my cock." He shoved his pants down and kicked them away. His cock strained, bobbing proudly against his stomach. Then he went to strip off the red and white top, quickly followed by the bra. He gave her breasts a brief suck, which made her buck under him.

Emma got tired of waiting so she deftly flipped them over. She straddled his hips, rubbing her slick flesh over his thick cock. "Fuck," she moaned.

"You are an impatient thing," he said, hands running up her thighs. Emma kicked away her shoes then moved to plant her feet on the bed. "Oh bloody hell." He took his cue, lifting his cock and finding her wet hole. Emma sank down, squatting over him, up, down, up, down, slowly at first, their moans of pleasure filling the room. He could see everything, especially his cock coated in her juices as she rode him.

Emma braced her hands on the bed, back between his legs. All her yoga was paying off now; they were still learning, still trying new things, and she needed all her flexibility for this. But this was what she'd been wanting all day, the feel of him sliding thickly inside her. Her arms shook with the effort to hold herself up but she went as long as she could; he hit her deep, just the way she liked.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he murmured, hand coming up to flick her clit. Emma bucked against him, crying out in pleasure. Killian grinned and pressed harder; she whimpered with need.

"I...can't," she panted, arms shaking.

Killian let her go long enough to push himself up, wrapping strong arms around her hips. "Yes, you can. You ride me so good, lass. Such a hot tight cunt. Let me see you come, Emma."

She bit her lip, thighs straining with the effort. But she fought through it, her orgasm so, so close. Then he angled her hips just right and she exploded, bucking wildly in his hold as she screamed her climax. She was still coming when he flipped them over again, plunging his cock back inside her, fucking her hard and fast, chasing his own high. Emma clawed at his back; god, she loved when he lost control this way, claiming her with his body. He came with a sharp cry, pulsing wetly inside her. He was so deep, she felt it and it made her shiver. She had done that to him.

Killian collapsed unceremoniously on top of her; Emma didn't protest. She was trying to catch her breath, regain some semblance of self. Eventually, Killian rolled off, the chilly air coming into contact with her damp skin.

Killian recovered first, raising his head to sweetly kiss her brow. Emma could hardly move and he smiled. He ducked into the bathroom and cleaned himself up, returning to Emma with a washcloth. She took it and cleaned herself up, handing it back to him. "Thanks."

"This is not a chore, my love." He threw the washcloth in the hamper, then went to pick up their clothes, tossing those into the hamper as well. He carefully hung up Emma's costume; the panties were likely ruined, but they could buy more. By the time he returned, Emma was buried deep under the covers, half asleep. He chuckled and climbed in after her. "Nap?"

She snuggled beside him. "Maybe a little one."

"Aye, we should eat something before turning in for the night."

"We could order Chinese."

"On Christmas?"

"Why not? They're open."

"If the lass wishes."

"Nap first."

Killian glanced at the clock. "Hmm, an hour. Then I insist you eat."

"Promise." When she didn't add anything he assumed she was asleep. "Killian?"

"Aye, love?"

"What it a good Christmas?"

He chuckled low. "A very good Christmas, Emma. The best I've had in a very long time. Thank you for everything."

She smiled sleepily. "I'm glad. Love you."

"Love you too," he replied, kissing her head. "Rest now." He held her close as she dropped off, thoroughly content.