Many thanks for reading, commenting and giving kudos to this story. I'm happy I could post the whole thing within about 2 months of @whimsicallyenchantedrose's actual birthday! Thanks again to @kmomof4 for helping me with the ending and for her flails.
A very big thank you to @hollyethecurious for providing the prompt for the story!
STORY SUMMARY: Desperate to save her beloved dogs when her ex-boyfriend makes threats against them, Emma Swan takes Killian Jones up on his offer to foster them.
RATING: M (for language, verbal abuse and gun violence)
WORDS: 680 in the epilogue, 18,817 total
Read the entire story on Tumblr - Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6
Can also be read on Ao3
Epilogue found under the cut
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âOscar! Sophie!â Emma called, stepping out the back door. The shaggy sheepdog came running immediately, while the other dog continued sniffing along the fence. âTypical male,â Emma said, patting Sophieâs head. âNever wants to come the first time.â
âExcuse me?â
Emma smiled as she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist. âYou never have to ask me more than once to come,â Killian growled in her ear.
She giggled, turning to face him. âDo you always have to turn everything into some sort of sexual innuendo?â
âNot everything,â he emphasized, swaying her back and forth in his arms. âBut when you present me with such an easy opportunity, I have to take advantage of it.â
She nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent that never failed to make her heart beat a little faster. âPlay your cards right and you can take advantage of me later.â
He pulled back, his expressive eyebrow perched high on his forehead. âWhy, Swan - are you making a sexual innuendo?â
âOh, itâs not an innuendo,â she purred. âItâs a promise.â
His other brow shot up to join the first. âIs it, now?â he asked, his voice deepening with desire.
Emma toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck as she met his fiery gaze. Eight months ago, her heart was broken because sheâd fallen in love with the wrong man. Now that same heart felt light and happy. All it took was finding the right person and everything changed.
âYeah,â she sighed. âItâs too bad we have Mary Margaret and Davidâs engagement party in less than an hour.â Two weeks ago, their best friends had gotten engaged and Mary Margaret insisted on planning a party to celebrate.
Killian checked his watch. âWe still have forty minutes. Thatâs plenty of time for me to give you my full and prompt attention,â he murmured against her temple in a sultry tone, raising goosebumps on her arms.
âUh-uh, you told your brother you would call him after work today to finalize plans for our trip to see them next week,â she said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She really was eager to make good on her promise.
âItâs bad form to get a manâs hopes up, just to dash them with the mention of his wanker of a brother.â He attempted to glare at her, but she knew him well enough to see the twinkle of mirth in his eyes.
âDonât call your brother names,â she scolded playfully. âHe and Elsa love you and theyâll worry if you donât call them on time.â
âBloody hell,â he groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against hers. âWe canât catch a bloody break.â
âWatch your language in front of the kids,â Emma chided, drawing his attention to the two dogs sitting at their feet, looking up at them. After giving him a sweet kiss, she added, âTomorrow is Saturday. You donât have to work and I have the late afternoon shift, so we can stay in bed until noon, if you like.â
âExcept the kids will need to be let out to do their business and will want to take a W-A-L-K,â he grumbled.
Both dogs perked their ears and Oscar cocked his head to the side. âI think they know what you spelled,â she laughed.
âTheyâre too smart for their own good,â Killian said, reaching down to scratch behind first Sophieâs, then Oscarâs ears.
âThey are, but youâre right,â she sighed. âTheyâll have to be taken care of in the morning, so no lazy morning in bed for us.â
âThatâs alright, Swan. I donât mind. Iâd do anything for these two.â
âYeah?â
âAye. After all, if it wasnât for them, I might have missed out on meeting the love of my life.â He paused, giving her a mischievous grin. âAnd besides, after taking care of them, we can get back in bed and stay there until noon.â
âThat sounds like another promise to me,â she replied, smiling widely.
âA promise and a doggone good plan, if I do say so myself.â
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Thank you for all the likes and reblogs. I hope you enjoyed the story!
Fluffy Fridays--Chapter 178: Because of the Werewolves
Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)
Other Chapters: (from the beginning) (previous chapter)
Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew4 @annaamell @flslp87 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakayÂ
@nickillian  @gillie  @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4
 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecuriousÂ
@laughswaytoomuch  @allyourdarlingswans  @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknightÂ
@lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64 Â @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv
 @i-will-sing-no-requiem @bluewildcatfanatic @laianely
(ao3)
CS Genre: Future fic
Word Count: 559
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âTerrible news! Theyâre back!âÂ
Emma looked up from her mug of hot cocoa and rolled her eyes at Leroyâs announcement from the door of Grannyâs. The day had started so normal. She and Killian had hit the snooze button a few too many times to simply enjoy cuddling in bed before starting the day.
âShouldnât we be rising, Swan?â heâd ask, sleepily caressing her back as he held her.
Sheâd cuddled deeper into the covers and closer to him and then shook her head. âWhy? Hope probably wonât be up for another hour or so, and ever since we broke the curse and the realms were united and everything, our job has been a piece of cake. Iâm sure Graham can handle it for a few more minutes.â
He hadnât objected. He rarely did, when her suggestions involved more time togetherâespecially more time together in bed.
It had been a good ten years since Henry had found her in New York. By this point, she should have known better than to tempt fate by calling her job a piece of cake.
She was just about to ask Leroy to elaborate, when Leroy turned tail and ran back outside.
âLooks like duty calls,â she said with another roll of her eyes and a quick kiss to her husbandâs lips and her babyâs head before heading in the direction of the sheriffâs station.
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âCan you put out a town notice?â Ruby was asking as Emma stepped into the sheriffâs station, her family behind her.
âWhat about?â Graham asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
âThat setting fires is still not the way to stop werewolves,â she said. âAlso, while youâre at it, remind them that we werewolves didnât doâŚwhatever it is theyâre accusing us of doing now.â
Graham sighed. âHow many acres was it this time?â
âForty!â Ruby said. âDo you have any idea how much of a pain in the ass forty acres worth of forest fire is for wolves and their sensitive noses? Itâs annoying!â
âCome again?â Killian asked, draping his coat on the coat rack and sitting near his wife. âThe recent wildfires are due to WHAT?â
Graham, pinched the bridge of his nose. âI blame Nottingham. Heâs the one that started all of this with his drunken ramblings.â
âYeah, there was that one time he barged into Docâs allergy clinic waiting room, ranting and raving about how the wildfires were because of werewolves,â Ruby said with an annoyed huff. âSaid something about how fire was the only way to destroy us. Youâd think theyâd have learned by now itâs silver thatâs our Kryptonite.â After a moments' thought, she amended, âActually, scrap that. The silver thing is something they totally donât need to know.â
âLooks like as United Realms Forest Ranger, this falls under your jurisdiction, Graham,â Emma grinned. âIâve retired as Savior. Idiotic forest werewolf hunts are no longer my problem.â
Graham reached for his cell phone and punched in the mayorâs number. âIâd hoped when Queen Regina and her âevilâ twin turned back time and reversed my murder, bringing me back to a post-Happy Beginning world, that I would finally have a nice, peaceful existence, but it looks like that was too much to ask.â
Killian grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. âWhatever would give you that idea, mate? Do you even remember where you live?â
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Notes: Hi there! Remember me? I know itâs been 84 years, but I am, in fact, still alive.
âThe smoke from the recent Canadian wildfires has made air quality in the upper Midwest really bad. My lungs do not recommend. It reminded me of going to the allergist once during a similar Canadian wildfire, and an old man coming in and telling the waiting room that clearly the fires are the fault of werewolves. Everyone knows the only way to kill them is by fire, so obviously the wildfires are due to hunters killing them. It was so ridiculous Iâve already written one fanfic about itâbut I needed a new one.
âAlso, this story is short and ridiculous and doesnât really go anywhere, but given the fact I think Iâve written a grand total of one sentence worth of fanfic all year, I needed to do SOMETHING to wake the muse up, at least a little!
âObviously, this is a âfuture ficâ, and I wanted Graham to be alive becauseâŚ.well, just because, so I brought him back. I made a small effort to explain how itâs possible, but the real reasons? 1. BecauseâŚ.magic. 2. His death was stupid and I refuse to acknowledge its existence in canon.
Thank you, darling! This was a fun one. I hope you enjoy Emma shutting Hook up during this moment from S2 E11. (and please forgive any mistakes. This was written on the fly and without my usual editing process!)
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"Hide him!"
"What?" the nurse asked in confusion as she began to pull the gurney towards a curtained area.
"Find a room and hide him!"
Emma glanced over her shoulder; the paramedics were bringing in a distraught Belle who was clearly terrified. Her heart went out to the poor woman, but her troubles would have to wait.
"This man could have life threatening injuries," the nurse protested, firmly tugging the gurney towards the open curtain area which was far too exposed for Emma's liking. "He needs to be examined by a doctor."
Emma yanked on the gurney, stopping the woman's progress, then leaned over the pirate's prone, groaning form and hissed, "His injuries are nothing compared to the deadly threat currently distracted by her." Throwing her thumb in a jabbing motion over her shoulder, Emma indicated to Belle, and the menacing man who was accompanying her. "As soon as Gold is finished making sure she is okay, he--" She snapped her wrist forward, her finger pointing down at the wounded man's chest "--won't be."
Having finally registered the seriousness of the situation, the nurse instructed her team to wheel the patient to a private room.
"No," Hook protested, fighting back against the pain he had to be in. "I'm no coward. I won't hide."
Attempting to sit up, Hook let out an anguished cry when Emma shoved him back down.
Right. Broken ribs. Oops.
"Shut up, you idiot," she admonished, peering around the corner to make sure it was clear before allowing him to be moved further down the hall.
"No!" he shouted, arguing with her. "The crocodile and I have unfinished business to attend to. Let him find me. Let him do his worst!"
"Haven't you both done enough," Emma muttered, turning towards the nurse now that they were securely in a private room. "Can you give him something?"
Hook continued his diatribe, becoming more and more agitated and hell-bent on getting to his feet. They'd managed to evade Gold so far, but the pirate's rantings were sure to give them away.
"Give him something?"
"Yeah," Emma pleaded, holding Hook down as best she could. "Something to knock him out. Something to shut him up."
The nurse warred with herself for a scant second before moving towards a nearby cabinet. Emma watched as she filled a syringe with liquid then plunged whatever it was into Hook's arm.
"Oi!" Hook yelled in protest, his grievances becoming louder and more beligerant.
"How quickly before it takes affect?"
"A couple of minutes?"
If the idiotic man didn't shut up, the entire town would know his whereabouts in another minute or two.
"Hook!" she leaned over the gurney and got in his face. "You have to be quiet. I'm trying to keep Gold from coming in here and--"
"Let him come," Hook seethed. "Do you think I'm afraid of what--"
"I think," Emma clipped, cutting off his words. "You have a death wish, but it's my job as sheriff to protect people, even from themselves. So shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."
That damnable eyebrow crept up his forehead as his eyes flashed with challenged. "Oh? I'd like to see you try, love."
Calling her bluff, he took in a deep breath, clearly about to do something stupid, like holler out for the Dark One to come find him. Before an utterance could pass his lips, Emma plastered hers against them. His eyes went wide with shock, then darkened with desire. He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her in and nearly making her lose her footing. His tongue teased the seem of her lips and he met her stern look with a flirtatious glint in his bright blue eyes. Blue eyes, that suddenly became drowsy and fluttered shut. His mouth went slack and it took Emma a moment to realize the drugs had kicked in.
Pulling back, she forced down an errant feeling of disappointment. It couldn't possibly have been because the kiss had ended before she'd had a chance to... No! She hadn't kissed him because she'd wanted to. She'd done it because she had to. Like she'd said, it was her job to keep the people of the town safe. She'd done for his own good. She'd done it to shut him up.
She really hoped the sedative would make him forget all about it... or she'd never hear the end of it.
Uhm, you know it's interesting, all- anytime you have romantic stuff onscreen. It's definitely not as romantic in real-life as it seems like it is on the screen. [source]
This is a couple of days late, but I didn't want to wait a whole year to post it. I hope a few people out there will still enjoy some Independence Day CS fun and fireworks!
{Post Season 6 Future Family Fluff Fic}
Summary: The extended Swan-Jones-Charming family celebrate a danger and drama-free Fourth of July, and later Emma and Killian enjoy some fireworks of their own.
Also available on AO3, if that's your preference...
There aren't that many notes to add here, other than that I have imagined Henry going off to college in the Land Without Magic post-s6, and I have my own imagined CS child - Morgan Ruth Jones - included here. Both of these are things I have included in several previous one shots. Though they don't all have to be read as if they are connected, they don't have to be separated from each other either.
by: @snowbellewells
The gentle afternoon breeze stirring over their backyard and lifting the escaped tendrils of hair from the hot and sticky skin of her cheeks and neck was an immense relief to Emma Swan (now Jones - for almost three years she mentally corrected herself with a smile, though Killian still called her âSwanâ in a way she loved, so she would probably never fully part with her chosen first surname) as she flopped into one of the lawn chairs they had set up on the grass. Any slight easing of the 90-some degree temperatures that had swelled in Storybrooke over the past week was more than welcome. It had begun to feel to Emma as though she might melt right there on the lawn if Morgan begged her to play with her in the sandbox or push her on the swing much more. Thankfully, both her âuncleâ Leo, growing like a weed and ready to start first grade in the fall, and her âbubbyâ Henry - Morganâs absolute favorite person and currently home from Bowduin College on summer break - had joined forces to give Emma a breather.
It was easy to find herself smiling as she settled back into her lawn chair more comfortably, looking out over the yard at everyone she loved gathered happily in one place to celebrate the Fourth of July. Her father was manning the grill, proudly wearing without a hint of irony or embarrassment the âAll Hail the Chef!â apron Killian had much-too-gleefully joined with Henry in gifting him some years ago. Her mother was standing nearby, keeping her husband company, no doubt, but also chatting with Ruby and Granny Lucas, and maintaining her view of her son and granddaughter on the swingset across the yard. Henry was playfully grabbing Morgan from the end of the slide and swinging her up into the air to peals of laughter. He then fell to the ground, pretending to be overcome by the combined forces of Morgan and Leo as they tackled him and proceeded to roll over top of him in the grass.
Emma had just wondered where her husband had gotten to when a sudden cool sensation pressed against her bare upper arm made her jump. Turning her head, she found Killian smiling down at her fondly and offering an icy glass of lemonade.
âThanks, Babe,â she offered gratefully. Her startled reaction immediately eased as she took the drink; the chilled glass cooling her palms and fingertips. And when she tipped her face up, Killian leaned over to press a kiss to her lips.
âYou looked as though you might need some refreshment,â he murmured, eyebrows waggling as he lowered his voice further to add, âeven if we have to save the stronger libations for later.â
She raised an eyebrow at him, shaking her head playfully when he only winked. Her incorrigible pirate. He had made a gentle, devoted father and husband - not to mention a second deputy for she and David - but she was eternally grateful that it seemed he would never lose his mischievous smoulder or the ability to steal her breath from her lungs.
âRumâs still your answer for everything, isnât it?â she teased, sipping the lemonade and closing her eyes for a second afterward at the cool, sweet bliss.
âNot everything, Darling,â he replied, âbut, as I first told you back in Neverland⌠it never hurts.â
The fiery attraction zinging wordlessly back and forth between them as they gazed at one another crackled palpably, making sweat break out over Emmaâs skin for an entirely new reason. They might have stayed there in silent interaction, latched onto one another and all around them fading away, if Davidâs voice hadnât called out, breaking in and demanding Killianâs attention.Â
Shaking her head at his arched brow, his expression practically preening at her without words, as if to say, âSee? Everyone knows that I can make anything betterâ, Emma snorted inelegantly at him, shooing him off toward his best buddy and reclining in her seat once more to enjoy her drink as he went.
She found, however, that though the immediate heat generated by his presence at her side did ease, she was still vibrantly aware of his presence, regardless of a bit of distance. As he and David talked animatedly back and forth, peering under the cover of the grill as if hamburgers and hot dogs were as serious a business as plotting how they would approach any of their previous foes, the corners of her mouth tipped upward, humored by just how close her father and her pirate husband had become - as unlikely as that might have once seemed.Â
Beyond that observation, though, her laughter faded. Her cheeks flushed, completely separate from the outdoor heat, as she studied Killianâs long, lean frame with an almost embarrassing hunger. Thankfully, her glass hid the way her tongue played over her lips as her eyes drank in the ripple of his shoulder muscles playing across his back, easily seen through the simple gray T-shirt he wore. Sheâd missed his pirate leathers from time to time, but when her gaze dropped to take in the way his snug jeans accentuated his butt, and the dark wash denim lovingly encased his firm thighs and displayed all his assets to great effect, she almost moaned aloud, biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood and repeating to herself that she was at a family gathering.
And then Killian - the smug bastard! - glanced up, catching her eyes across the yard, and winked at her knowingly. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking - what he was doing to her - and delighting in it. She was a puddle right there where she sat; melted on the spot as surely as ice cream in the sun. Emma couldnât even bring herself to mind, especially not if she could imagine he would then use that tongue of his to clean up the messâŚ
Suddenly, a blast of cold water caught her by surprise, turned on her in a sudden, icy torrent, and jolting her from her heated reverie with a sharp cry. Turning quickly, she found Henry with the garden hose, now aimed at the space between them, but with a disgruntled look on his face as he stated blandly, âMorgan thought you looked overheated.â
Flanked on either side by his giggling younger sister and uncle, Henryâs words seemed true enough, but Emma found she couldnât quite look her eldest in the face. He had clearly gathered the gist of her thoughts and been the one who decided to help her cool off. Part of her wanted to scold the three of them, with her clothes now soaked and clinging to her, her hair soggy and ruined, and more than a little sheepish, but there was no sense in begrudging them their lighthearted fun. She was too glad to have everyone together, her children grinning at her with mischief, yes, but also love, so that she could only shake her head and laugh as well. Her joy almost hung in the heavy air along with the summer haze.Â
Wryly she managed, âWell, thanks to you all, Iâm much cooler now, but I think I had better go change before we eat.â
She slipped off her flip-flops at the sliding door off the porch, hoping to keep her squelching footsteps from tracking water all through the house. She made her way upstairs quickly, toweled off, twisted her damp hair into a knot on top of her head, and changed into different clothes. She had just taken a glance in the mirror, decided sheâd managed to salvage the damage well enough, and moved to return to the party when Killian slipped into the room with her, evil grin spreading across his face irresistibly.
âMy, my, Love, you appear to have been rather soaked,â he purred salaciously. âI thought perhaps I might offer to help?â
Placing her hand on his chest and forcing herself not to hum and nuzzle into his firm chest, Emma pushed him away. âOh, youâve done quite enough already,â she assured, green eyes sparkling with mischief of her own. âAnd youâll help me alright,â she added, allowing her curves to slide against his body as she moved past him to the door, âbut youâll have to wait until later. Weâve got company.â
A growl rumbled low in Killianâs throat, but he didnât pull her back and turned to follow her. âI hardly think I can be blamed,â he murmured into her ear, âwhen you were the one clearly having such heated thoughts that our son felt the need to hose you down. But I can be patient, Wife⌠if you can.â
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The rest of the afternoon and evening passed by pleasantly, even if there was anticipatory energy humming beneath Emmaâs skin all the while. The way Killian would catch her eye at times had her smouldering from every nerve ending and impatiently counting the seconds until everyone else went home.
And yet, her heart was incredibly full at the simple moments along the way as well. She wouldnât have traded an average, everyday, no villains or calamities involved family holiday for anything. The slight mist of unshed tears in her fatherâs eyes as she went by him at the grill, pulling her into a one-armed hug and cradling the back of her head in his free hand as he planted a kiss to her crown and then placing a juicy burger on her plate, whispering, âThe best one for my Princess.â The smile of understanding exchanged with her mother as they both washed sticky popsicle from the little onesâ fingers and faces. The pure enthusiasm and love plain on Henryâs face as he came to give her a hug and offered to take her plate when their picnic was over, before he went to help his grandpa set up the fireworks. Emma felt she was on the strangest sort of emotional rollercoaster - back and forth between ardent desire and the joyful solace of the sort of holiday she had only ever dreamed of for most of her life.
So, if her smile was a bit tremulous when she watched and snapped pictures while Killian helped Morgan draw shapes in the air with sparklers, she knew he wouldnât tell. And if she brushed a few stray tears from her cheeks as she gathered her little girl on her lap to watch the colors burst in the sky, she knew that if anyone else saw, they would understand.Â
By the time they were seeing everyone out the front door and down the walk with arms laden down bearing containers of leftover burgers, potato salad, and cake, Emma felt limp with exhaustion from the heat and how she had been going since early that morning, but she also had a bone deep sense of satisfaction at how well things had gone. Looking back on it, a gentle smile on her face, it truly felt that theyâd had as close to a perfect day as humanly possible.
Henry had slipped out as well, wishing her a good night as he scooped up his keys from the dish by the door, saying that Violetâs family celebrations were over, and he wanted to go see her and meet up with some of their other friends; Grace, Nicholas, and Ava among others, Emma presumed. She was just leaning against the closed door, her body slack and relaxed and awash in happy reverie, when she heard her husbandâs steps entering the room from the kitchen.
âHenry went out as well?â he asked curiously, brow arched in question as she opened her eyes to look up at him.
âYep, went to meet up with Violet and the rest,â Emma confirmed.
âMeaning we have the house to ourselves at last then, eh Wife?â he drawled, letting his tongue poke out to trace lasciviously along his lower lip. He knew the action drove her crazy, and he purposely held her gaze to take in the response she couldnât hide. Even as Emma felt her pulse skyrocket, sweat breaking out at her hairline, eyes dilating, he simply sauntered toward her as if they possessed all the time in the world; just reeling her in.
A jerky bob of her head in an awkward nod was all the response Emma could muster for several seconds as she watched him prowl closer to where she leaned against the door. Her wobbling knees needing the support, if she were honest. He was every bit the predator; sleek and graceful as a panther stalking its prey, the pirate captain who had stricken terror in the hearts of challengers throughout centuries on the sea clearly evident through the milder, modern facade he had taken on for his life in Storybrooke. She cursed herself for stuttering, desire trembling inside as she managed, âAt least for a little while we do.â
âThen letâs not waste time,â he prompted, swooping in to capture her lips in a kiss that nearly knocked her off her feet. They were both lost in the meeting, the frantic give and take of lips, teeth, and tongue, and clenching, wandering hands until they had to part for air. Only then did he add, âI do believe I promised to help you out of your earlier predicament, after all.â
His playful banter brought back a bit of her own feistiness from where he had almost made her dizzy enough with lust to forget herself. Tilting her head, she gave him a feigned critical eye, not that she actually possessed the willpower to deny him. âAll in good time, Sailor,â she hedged, playfully tapping his nose as she slipped from his embrace, thwarting his clever maneuvering to get her to where he could tip her over the arm of the couch.
It was almost physically painful to slip from his arms, but she had a surprise in store for her husband, and she wasnât going to be deterred, not this time. Steeling her resolve, Emma gave KIllian a gentle push toward the stairway, with an insinuating tease of her own. âGo on up and get yourself ready. I just have to grab something, then Iâll be right behind you.â
âSee that you are, Minx,â he growled, that low rasp need sometimes added to his voice making her shiver despite being flushed with heat. He moved to do as she asked though, and Emma blew out a quick, steadying breath.
Turning on her heel sharply, Emma hurried into the kitchen and yanked open one of the drawers under the counter where sheâd hidden her treasure. Her hand closed around the paper packaging, and she snatched her prize in a tight fist, anxious to reach her pirate upstairs and practically vibrating with need. She might have slammed the drawer closed again with a bit more hurried force than necessary, but no else was around to see or make her admit it.
She smirked at her own haste, taking the stairs two at a time and only pausing just outside their bedroom door to rip the package open quickly before stepping inside to find her waiting husband. Of course, even knowing almost exactly what he would do in her short absence, Emma nearly choked on her tongue at the sight that greeted her.
Killian clearly hadnât wasted any time. He stood at the foot of their bed, turning at the sound of her arrival to show that he had already stripped off his shirt, his bare chest mesmerizing as her eyes took a detour down the trail of dark hair to where he had already unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and had hand and hook at his waistband, ready to push them down his legs. The insouciant smirk he sent her way belied how his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. It was comforting to know she wasnât the only one affected, about to jump out of her skin in anticipation.
âWas this what you had in mind, Love?â he sassed, letting his hips lead as he moved forward to meet her and brushed his hook along the shoulder seam of her shirt, the question clear in his eyes.
Emma couldnât speak without spoiling her plan, but nodded her assent without hesitation. The rip of fabric was the only sound in the quiet room until she felt the parted fabric slip off her as the ruined shirt fell to the floor. She pushed up to her toes to capture his mouth, much like he had done to her minutes earlier. Once their mouths opened and met, the handful of Pop Rocks candy she had downed began to crackle and snap, just as she had intended. Killianâs tongue had swept in to meet hers, but at the charged sensation, unknown to him and almost like an imagined spark of electricity, he jerked back in surprise.
Sheâd known what was coming, but the fizzing reaction made Emma flinch abruptly along with Killian. Giggling in spite of herself, having managed to take the man who had seen so much - introduced her to so much she had never experienced - completely unawares. It was a ridiculous and silly experiment, but she had known it would throw him off rhythm and allow her to tease him a little, just as he so often teased every bit of possible pleasure from her.
Killian overbalanced and stumbled as he reared away from the unexpected charge and fell on the bed, pulling Emma with him. She didnât resist, falling atop him in a tangle of limbs and laughter, moving to cover his body with her own and tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling the dark tufts lightly - just the way he liked - to put his head right where she wanted him.
As she trailed kisses, nibbles, and licks up his straining neck toward his ear, sparks of both the popping candy and real electric attraction continued to sizzle along his skin from her questing mouth. Nearly panting at the effort it took to stay still and let her have her way, Killian gasped, âYou really are⌠quite the little⌠firecracker⌠arenât you, Swan?â
Grinning again, pleased as punch, before she leaned in to kiss him once more, Emma quipped, âWell, I did promise you that this holiday always ends with fireworks.â
He laughed right along with her, allowing her to tackle him, pin his wrists with enthusiastic hands. The heat ratcheted ever higher - laughter turning to moans and sighs that consumed them both. Soon the rest of their clothes went by the wayside, they were finally able to let the rest of the world go dark, and the fireworks between them were fully set alight.
Tagging a few who might enjoy: @jrob64 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @laschatzi @apiratewhopines @xarandomdreamx
