The hot water cascaded over his head, drenching his hair, dripping over his long eyelashes, and pouring off his chin. Water ran over his shoulders and down his chest, soaking the dark chest hair, and traveling down further to where his hand was fisted over his hard length. His other arm braced against the tiled wall of the shower as he grunted in pleasure.

Killian's fist moved with the help of the water over his straining cock, up and over the head, then back down to the base, eliciting another grunt from his mouth. His brain imagining that it was Emma's own hand on him instead of his. Her delicate fingers grasping tightly, moving over him, her body pressed against his front. Her hardened nipples pressing against his chest, her mouth moving over his.

He had another flash of her laying on his large bed in nothing but a pair of red lace bra and panties. His fingers itched to pull them off her, to see her naked before him. The real her, not the imaginary her that was torturing him. He groaned again as he grasped himself harder. She had surprised him by telling him what she was wearing under her outfit. Making him harden instantly, and realize she had contemplated sleeping with him. But the fact that she deliberately wanted him to know… that little minx. He moaned again as his hand kept pumping over his length.

Part of him wanted to feel guilty for thinking of her like this. But a much larger part of him, and also the part of him throbbing in his hand, considered that her telling him about her red lace underwear was more than permission to think of her like this. She wanted him to know for a reason.

HIs brain thought about taking off her bra, allowing his hands to hold and squeeze her perfect breasts, to suck and nibble at her nipples. He groaned as his hand continued to move, his thumb swiping over the head of his cock, making his eyes clamp shut. He thought of his hands moving down her body, his lips following, and removing that last scrap of lace from her. God he wanted to taste her, to make her wither under him with his mouth, make her scream his name. Feel how wet, hot, and tight she was around his fingers and tongue.

He moaned and his breath hitched, he was so close, his hips started to thrust into his own hand. There was only one thing he wanted more, his mind fast forwarded to her legs around his hips. Feeling her wetness at the tip of his cock as he dragged it through her folds. How he'd push his hips forward and feel her tight sheath around him. His brain battled between wanting to push into her slow and taking his time, or taking her hard and fast, claiming her.

The feel of his impending orgasm approaching made the decision easy, as his brain thought of moving her knees over his shoulders and taking her deep, hips grinding into her. He could almost see her eyes dark in passion, lips parting in pleasure, her warm skin pressed to his. He trusted his hips into his tight fist as he thought of driving his cock into her. He grasped his fingers tighter around the head and imagined her inner walls tightening, thought of what her voice would sound like as she screamed out his name in pleasure. And with that thought he was lost. His hips stuttering as his climax overtook him, streams of his cum hitting the shower wall as his hand continued to move to keep the pleasure going as long as possible.

He leaned harder on his arm against the shower wall, as he tried to catch his breath, to get his legs steady again once under him. If just imagining what it would be like between them did that to him, what would it be like if he was lucky enough for it to actually be real. "Bloody hell."
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Killian walked back and forth between the baggage claims near the exit gates. The plane had just landed and he was getting impatient. While he had seen his brother, Elsa, and the boys over skype, he hadn't physically seen them in a year. He walked back to the doors, or at least as far as security would allow him to go. He was leaning back and forth on each foot. With certain things patience was not his virtue. This was one of them.

The doors opened up, and out walked a younger couple, than a few business travelers. He sighed. Trying to remind himself it could take a little bit to get all four of them off the plane and through the airport. Especially with two young boys in tow. The door opened again, only to see an elderly couple and what looked followed by their family.

He looked down at his phone checking the time, and seeing if he got a text message. Nothing yet. He drummed his fingers on his legs, his feet going over the red line on the floor. He got a glare from the security officer and he moved his toes back over the line. He fidgeted some more, looking back at his phone, biting his lip.

He caught the door open again, and then he saw a flash of icey blonde hair in a long braid, then the image of his brother towering over her, while she was trying to wrangle the boys. The moment their blue eyes caught the sight of him, they screamed "Uncle Killian!" and ran in his direction. They collided with him a moment later.

"Woah boys!" He said laughing as he grabbed each one under their arms and swinging them around. "God you have both grown!" He looked up to his brother and sister-in-law, "What do you feed these two?"

Liam and Elsa smiled, and she answered, "They missed their favorite Uncle."

Killian smirked, "Should I tell Kristoff you said that?" At Elsa's expression he laughed, "No worries."

"Patrick, Thomas, settle down and go find our luggage." Liam said. The boys groaned and Killian sat them on the floor. They all walked over to the baggage claim. His brother draped his arm over him, "So little brother, how are you doing?"

Elsa rolled her eyes and followed the boys to the baggage claim. Killian groaned, "Is that the first thing you have to say to me?"

"What, I'm not supposed to ask how you are?"

Killian shook his head and looked over at Liam smiling back at him and sighed. "I'm doing pretty good."

His brother saw the genuine smile on his face, "You really are." He removed his arm and clapped his brother on the shoulder as they came up behind Elsa and the boys. "So… does it have something to do with the woman you were telling us about?"

Elsa turned around at that with a smile and a little clapping of her hands, "Oh, tell. Tell!"

Killian laughed, "Maybe." They both looked at him expectantly, but then the boys screamed spotting their luggage.

"You can avoid it a little longer, but they will be asleep sooner or later."

He shook his head at his brother and helped him get the bags from the conveyor belt as Elsa grabbed a cart. The guys piled the cart high and the boys latched onto him again as they walked to the parking lot with Liam pushing the bags.

Killian barely got the the keys out of his pocket to open the Tahoe with the boys hanging from his arms. Once unlocked the boys ran to the vehicle and then into the backseat. He clicked another button and the back hatch opened. He and Liam started to load the bags as Elsa got into the middle seats, trying to get the boys seat belts fastened.

Once done, Killian got into the driver's side, and Liam into the passenger seat. He looked out the back windows and seeing the coast was clear he backed out. Soon he was pulling out of the parking garage, out of the airport and onto the freeway.

"Dear God, I'm never gonna get used to that."

Killian looked over at his brother, "Used to what?"

"Their driving on the wrong side of the road!"

He looked back out the window and laughed as he continued to drive. "They would say it is the right side of the road. And directionally speaking it is on the 'right' side of the world."

Elsa laughed, "Don't worry Killian, when we go back home to visit Anna and Kristoff he says the same thing."

"It's just wrong!" Liam insisted.

"Over 65% of the world drives on the right side of the world sweetheart."

Killian tried to keep his lips from twitching at Elsa sticking up for him. She was really good at that. He looked over his shoulder at Elsa. "Tell me again why you married my brother and not me?"

"Oi!"

Elsa laughed, "Well, as you know I like to be right. And with your brother I usually am."

"Hey!"

"He is wrong a lot," Killian agreed.

"Did I come all this way to get verbally abused by my wife and brother?"

"Yes." They both said in unison and Elsa winked at Killian in the rearview mirror.

"Okay, enough about me, little brother." The younger brother groaned as he continued. "So, tell me about this lass that has a smile on your face and what changed since the last time we talked?"

"It's the same girl isn't it?" Elsa squealed.

Killian looked in the mirror and Elsa was just smiling, his eyes traveled to the boys in the back who were sound asleep. "They are out quick."

She waved the thought away, "Time change, plane trip, soothing driving, young boys, not shocking. Now stop changing the subject."

"Yes, same girl. I told you both, her name is Emma."

Elsa gave another small squeal. "And…"

"She apologized for what she said, we were on speaking terms last week."

Liam motioned with his hands for his brother to keep going.

"On Friday there was a fundraiser. I bought her a glass of wine."

"Please don't tell me you got her drunk."

"Liam!" Elsa scolded, "You know your brother wouldn't do that."

He sighed, "She's right. Sorry Killian. Continue."

"Thank you Elsa." She nodded at him, and he kept going. "I saw this one brute was not leaving her alone so I stepped in pretending she was my date."

She bounced in her seat, and Liam laughed, "You better continued or she's going to explode back there."

"I led her away from him out onto the dance floor. We danced for I think it was three songs."

"You think?"

Elsa hit the back of her husband's head, "He wasn't listening to the music." Her attention shifted back to the driver, "Right?"

"You could say that." He took the loop onto the next freeway.

"Do we have to keep dragging it out of you?" the older brother smiled at the younger one.

"Fine. We went into the hallway. We kissed. She pulled away thinking I was only staying in town till my hours were over. I told her I lived there, and that I wanted to date her. She said yes. We had our first date last night. Satisfied?"

"Oh my God!" Elsa bounced, "That's fantastic."

"Wow, Killian." Liam shook his head. "I'm really happy for you."

He flicked on his turn single and got over to take the exit ramp. "Please, both of you, try not to make this a big deal…"

"It is a big deal," she responded.

"No, you can't make this a big deal. Especially around her."

His brother smiled, "You are going to let us meet her?"

"This is big."

"I was hoping to have her over for Christmas Eve if she doesn't have plans." He turned onto the main road and then looked back at each one of them. "So I need the both of you to try and not make it a big deal. At the very least, not in front of Emma."

"We with both be on our best behavior." Elsa said for the both of them.

As Killian turned onto a side road, he looked at his brother. Liam nodded, "There is no way I will mess up this chance for you. I'm too relieved to see you happy again."

It wasn't long and Killian was pulling into his driveway. His brother laughed at the house, the very large house, "Well, looks like you are doing extremely well for yourself."

He pulled into one stall of the five car garage and let the door close behind them. The grownups got out of the car, the boys were still asleep. "I'll get the luggage, can you two manage them?" Liam asked.

They both nodded. Elsa grabbed the younger one, Thomas. While Killian took Patrick. Both boys remained asleep as they they walked inside. She followed him down the small hallway, he then pointed at one door. "You can put him in there, and I'll put Patrick in here."

Killian walked into the one bedroom, peeled back the blankets and laid the boy out on the queen bed. He slipped off the boys shoes, setting them on the floor and then pulled the blankets back over him. He then walked out of the room, leaving the door open a crack. He walked into the the hallway and looked into the other bedroom. Elsa was doing the same with Thomas.

With a commotion at the door Killian helped his brother bring the bags in. Killian pointed to the room next to Thomas's. "This is your room." He rolled the bags in, and Liam sat down a few more.

"How big is this place?" Elsa asked as she looked around her room. It had it's own bathroom and walkin closet, just like the boys rooms had.

He winked at her, "I told you I had plenty of room." He then headed out of the bedroom, "Follow me." He then showed them around his place.
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Killian walked into the shelter early Monday morning. He had left his brother, Elsa and the boys still asleep when he headed out. But he made sure to stop and get the usual cup of coffee for both of them. He headed directly to the office and smiled to see she was already there. He took a moment to watch her drop her stuff off. She was in a red skirt and black sweater today, and her golden hair flowing. He knocked lightly on the door to get her attention. She turned and the moment she saw it was him a smile bloomed on her face. "Morning, love."

She walked over to him and he took a few steps in the room, and shut the door behind him. He gave her the cup of coffee, which she took. But then her other hand reached up and slid it behind his neck and pulled him closer and down to her lips. His now free hand went to her hip and pulled her closer to him, as he deepened the kiss. With a sigh she pulled away, "Morning."

He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers, not wanting to let go of her just yet. After a few moments he started in, "So…" he wasn't sure how to say this. He straightened up and she looked up at him. "This may be too soon and if it is, or you have plans…"

Emma smiled at him and could tell that if it wasn't for the one hand on her and the other holding his coffee he would be scratching behind his ear. "Just ask me."

He nodded, "I was wondering if you would go out with me tonight or tomorrow…"

"I already agreed to go on another date with you."

"And, I know you have plans with your brother for Christmas, but if you are free Christmas Eve, I'd like you to come over and meet my family." Her eyes widened a little and he continued quickly. "I don't see them that often. They live in London, and with me here, I'm not sure when they might be back, and… But if you have plans, love. Or if you are uncomfortable…"

She smiled and could see how much he wanted this, but was thankful he was trying to not make it a big deal. "Well, I don't have plans…" She watched his joy move through his eyes. "So I think I can make Christmas Eve. I also know your family got in yesterday, so they will want to see you tonight. So, if you want, tomorrow we could do something?"

"Okay, tomorrow and since it's a school night." They both laughed and he moved his hand from her hip to cup the side of her face. "How about an early movie and then dinner? We could leave right after you are done with work."

She moved to her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss, "Sounds perfect."

He slowly took a step back, and opened her office door. "I'll see you later, love."

She nodded with a smile and headed over to her desk taking a drink of the coffee he always seemed to get just right.
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He parked the Camaro in the garage, headed inside, and immediately he heard the racket coming from the back of the house. He started walking in that direction and then his ears picked up the noise that made him want to turn to the right and head to his bedroom and put a couple pillows over his ears. However his feet continued to drag him forward, and the caterwauling got louder and louder, and then he had to grin. His brother was belting out the lyrics to Whitesnake's 'Here I Go Again,' as the boys played guitar and Elsa was on drums.

He leaned in the archway and couldn't help the laughter that escaped him. As soon as the song was done Elsa turned and smiled at him. The boys followed suit, and then screamed, dropping the guitars to the ground and ran screaming, "Uncle Killian!"

He barely had time to grab them as they leaped for him. "So I see you found the X-box." He turned to look at his brother as he swung the boys around. "I should have hid the microphone from you brother."

Elsa laughed and Liam gave him a dirty look, "I am a wonderful singer. As you know it runs in the family."

She got up from the couch and patted her husband on the back, "Hate to tell you sweetie, but I think Killian got that gene not you." She then headed into the kitchen from the family room.

Liam turned to his wife standing at the white granite covered kitchen island who was now pouring the boiling water into the sink and out of the pot with the now cooked spaghetti pasta. "Oh I see how it is. He get's home and it's pick on Liam again." But his smile never left his face.

Killian sat down Patrick who ran over to his mother asking for something to drink. He then moved the other boy in his arms over his head and whisked him around the room as Thomas held out his arms and made airplane noises. He looked to his older brother, "It's so easy, and so much fun old man."

"Old man? I'm only six years older than you." He started to walk to the kitchen, and Killian followed moving his nephew to sit on his shoulders. Liam then looked over his shoulder at his younger brother, "But I am taller."

Killian rolled his eyes, "Like two inches, that is barely anything."

"Is that what you tell the ladies too?"

Both Killian's and Elsa's eyes widened, and she turned and slapped her husband's shoulders. "Liam!"

He sat Thomas back on the floor and the boys ran into the family room chasing each other. Killian turned back to the other adults and shook his head, "You know I have no problem in that department "bigger" brother," he used quotation marks. Then laughed, "Maybe I actually should call you "little" brother."

"Killian!" Elsa reprimanded.

He smirked back at her, "Totally married the wrong brother."

She tried not to laugh, "If you are the so called 'bigger' brother." She returned the pasta to the stove. "Then I totally picked the right one." She then looked at Liam, "Because I don't think I could handle anymore." She winked at her husband and then turned back to a smirking and laughing Killian.

He raised his hands, "More than I ever wanted to know." He moved over to the stove, and saw the pasta sauce and decided to change the topic. "You guys didn't need to cook. I could have made something, or we could have ordered in, or…"

"That's ridiculous 'little brother'," he said with emphasis. "We are going to be here for a week."

Elsa patted his shoulder, "It was the least we could do. Really." She walked over and opened the door to one of the ovens in the wall and took out the garlic bread. "So…" She grabbed a pot holder and sat the pan on the island. "What did Emma say?"

"We are seeing each other tomorrow night, so you will be on your own." He moved his pointer finger back and forth between them, "You will need to behave." He looked over his shoulder at the brothers playing. "Maybe I should leave them in charge."

His older brother shook his head. "We will try," Liam said and kiss the side of his wife's cheek.

Elsa pointed at him, "That isn't what I meant, what about Christmas Eve?"

He grinned, "She said she would come over."

She squealed and clapped her hands together. "Perfect! What did you get her?"

"What do you mean?"

"Killian! What did you get Emma for Christmas?"

He leaned on the counter and put his head into his hands, he hadn't even thought of that. "Bloody hell!"