Under the Mistletoe

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Emma had spent most of Christmas day with her family and Henry, but since Christmas was of course shared with her and Regina with Henry, Emma decided to let her  parents have a quiet romantic Christmas alone while baby Neal slept, and she went to Hook's room in the B&B and lightly knocked on the door. She was sure Hook would be there, mostly because she had seen Tinkerbell earlier who told her that she got him as her Secret Santa name. Emma felt bad that she couldn't be with him all of Christmas day, but she was glad that he at least had some company. 

When he answered the door, he'd see Emma standing there, wearing a knee length white button up coat - something she had swiped from her mother's closet but her legs were bare underneath. She also was holding a sprig of mistletoe above her head, and she had a small bag in her free hand. "Merry Christmas, Captain." She spoke in a rather silly, girly voice. She could hardly keep a straight face. "I hope I didn't come at a bad time.." 

[Killian Jones]

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WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT

Hook had recently returned from giving Esmerelda her gift for the Secret Santa activity that many in town had partook in. Before that, he had gotten a wonderful visit from Tinkerbell. It seemed his rounds were complete. Well, with the exception of Emma. But he was well aware that she would be busy with her family. He would try to seek her out later if she didn't come here, for he did have a gift for her he wished to give. Sitting on a chair, he looked over his new telescope that Tinkerbell had gotten for him, when he heard a light knock at the door. Pulling himself from his thoughts, he set the box down on the table and made his way to the source of the sound, unsure who it was.

He swung open the door and there he saw a vision that epitomized beauty: Emma Swan. His eyes slowly trailed over her figure, lingering down to her bare legs as he rested his gaze there for a while, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her perfectly formed and alluring figure. He suddenly felt the need to discover what exactly was under that coat of hers . . . if there was anything at all. Her words broke him out of whatever trance her presence often placed him in as his eyes made their way back to her face. "Merry Christmas indeed," he said, his voice a bit distracted from the words as he could only focus on her. Did she truly just ask if she had come at a bad time? He knew she was being playful but the mere thought so far from the actual truth.

He had longed to see her all day and the way she came to him now and presented herself . . . made it worth the wait. She was always worth the wait. He also noticed something she held in her hand, understanding the tradition and wishing to act on it quickly. He reached out, lightly taking her by the arm as he gently pulled her into his room, closing the door behind her, pressing her against the now shut door, their bodies hardly apart. He leaned forward as if to kiss her but paused when their mouths were hardly an inch apart. A smile formed on his lips, as he tilted his head to the side.

He wasn't a huge celebrator of the holiday, however . . . he had to of course honor the tradition that the plant in her hand prompted. "As much as I enjoy the presentation of my present, I'm rather looking forward to unwrapping it," he stated, and he wasn't talking about the gift bag in her hand. He was just being playful, fully aware that he would not pressure her to any level of intimacy she was not comfortable with. Still. He often engaged in the playful flirtation with her . . . how could he not?

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It was incredibly clear that Hook had been happy to see her. He had tugged her in to his room, and in an instant the door was closed behind her. When he lowered his lips to her's, and was just about to kiss her, he started to tease about how excited he was to open his 'present' and she knew he wasn't talking about the gift bag that she had been holding. His lips still hadn't touched her's, and although she -wanted- to pull him in for a kiss, she merely innocently fluttered her lashes and lowered the sprig of mistletoe while simultaneously lifting the small bag. "Don't let me keep you waiting," a mischevious grin formed on her lips since the bag was now between their faces so that he couldn't kiss her.

Of course she was only teasing.. She rather enjoyed their flirtatious banter as well. She'd never get sick of how the two of them acted with each other. The playful teasing was one of the things that made their relationship so special, and fun. "Oh, did you mean -me-?" She asked innocently. "All in good time, Hook. First, you've gotta open this one." She gave him a small wink, and gently wiggled the bag that dangled in her hand. "I really hope you like it." Emma always put a lot of thought in to gifts she had gotten people. She was never able to shower people with presents when she was younger and stuck in the system.. she missed out on all of it, and she was making up for it now.

When Hook opened the bag, he'd see a small black velvet box, trimmed with gold. Inside, he'd see a ring with a red stone in the middle, and special designs on the sides. On one side, was a picture of the Jolly Roger, and on the other side there was a swan and a hook meeting to make the form of a heart. "I know it seems a little corny..but I had it specially made. What do you think?" She asked, smiling nervously.

[Killian Jones]

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WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT

Hook couldn't help but smile in amusement when she raised the back to block the kiss that he would have otherwise gone in for. She certainly knew how to be a tease, and he quite liked that about her. He always enjoyed a good challenge. She asked if he was referring to her, the innocence playing in her voice but of course was feigned for she knew full well he was talking about unwrapping her; or more simply put, removing her coat. She then seemed more set on him opening the present she had gotten him, even though he was set on closing the distance between them. But alas, she had gone through the unnecessary trouble of getting him something.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Swan," he told her, but did as told. He opened the bag, and then the box that was inside, revealing a ring. But it was not just any ring, for he had seen the way she had customized it on either side. He latched the ring over the top of his hook so that he could look at the intricate details on either side of it. On one was the unmistakable image of his ship -- or well his former ship -- and on the other side, a hook and a swan, forming a heart. All he could do was stare in awe at the gift, his expression soft as the sentiment of it caused him to feel . . . well, where words failed him he hoped his expression made up for.

In a word: it was perfect. He was not oblivious to what it represented. Her acceptance of him, of who he was; a heart that symbolized the relationship they had. While they never exchanged those three words, he knew he loved her. And she often made him feel loved, especially with such a wonderful gift. Realizing that he had just been staring at it, her words finally registered after several moments of silence. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, unsure what emotions were behind his gaze but hoped they were reflective of how he felt . . . for he could not find the words to say. "It's perfect," he told her, knowing that it was an understatement.

"I love it." Though what he really wanted to say was . . . I love you. Yet did not want to rush or pressure her to return the words. He knew how hesitant she had been to be with him for so many complex reasons, and he was not about to mess it up by scaring her off. Although, she didn't have to say them for him to know how she felt. And he hoped that feeling was mutual. "Can you put it on for me?" He asked with a soft smile, knowing he could do it himself, but wanted her to do it. For when she put it on, he would never take it off.

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Although he had told her that she didn't have to get him anything, she still coaxed him in to taking the gift that she had gotten him. When he pulled the box from the bag, and opened it, she watched his eyes. As a self proclaimed human lie detector, she could tell so many things by first reactions. What she could see when she saw Killian's eyes as he laid them on the ring in the box, was absolute joy. There was a glimmer that seemed to be a mixture of happiness, and a hint of an emotion that he perhaps didn't want to let go of in front of her. A smile curved on to her lips.. apparently she had done well to get such a reaction from him. 

He told her he loved the ring.. but there was so much more to that sentence. She could see it in those eyes of his that he wanted to say more than 'i love it' about the ring.. but she appreciated him moving at a slow pace for her. However, she felt the same way..but she was feeling a little bit..nervous. What happened if she said those words, and something horrible happened to him? It was a fear that she just couldn't shake. Still though..she was getting closer. In fact..tonight just might be the night that she allowed herself to let herself say what she had been wanting to for so long.. For now though.. she watched him enjoy his gift. "I'm glad you like it..." She spoke, looking in to his eyes. 

He asked if she'd help him put it on, and she smiled taking the ring from him. "I'd love to.." She took his hand, and gently slid the ring on to his finger as she gazed in to  his eyes. "There you go." She felt something in the pit of her stomach.. butterflies, most people would call it. She liked to think of it as...terror. A terror she didn't want to end...ever. 

[Killian Jones]

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WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT

Hook watched her intently, soft affection in his gaze as she put the ring on his finger. He was more focused on looking at her beautiful face rather than her actions. When she told him she was done, he forced himself to look away from her and down a this hand, a soft smile on his lips as he quite liked the way the ring looked. The present was perfect, meaning so much more to him than he could ever say. He had once thought that riches and gold was treasure . . . but now, he knew that treasure extended beyond mere gold and jewels.

"I will treasure it for as long as I live," he told her, his voice filled with sincerity. "And we all know that could be a very long time," he added on a slightly lighter note, considering he was 200 years old. He also did not fail to notice the more well known ceremony of putting a ring on a finger . . . and while he obviously was not going to propose to her, the sentiment was not lost on him, for he could easily see himself marrying her . . . one day.

He knew that making a comment about it however -- even in good teasing -- would not be wise for he did not wish to pressure or rush her, so he diverted the conversation before something slipped out. "I believe we have another order of business to attend to, and that is that intriguing plant in your hand," he commented. "What exactly is it for?" He inquired, his question suggesting that he didn't know, but in actuality, his playful tone revealed that he did.

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So much was spoken between the two of them during that moment when she had been sliding the ring on to his finger. Perhaps it was a foreshadowing of things to come.. or maybe it was just an intense moment where the two of them spoke without words. "It's true," she started to comment at his statement. "You do seem to have an unlimited amount of lives.." she gave him a playful grin. "I'm just glad you like it." She was a sucker for sentimental gifts that truly struck the heart.. Not to mention, she knew that Hook enjoyed jewelery. There weren't many men who could wear it and pull it off..Hook was certainly one of them who could. Perfectly, actually. 

Now, Hook tended to be adorably clueless to some of the things in the world without magic, but a mistletoe was sure that they had in the Enchanted Forest. Still though, she'd play along. "This," she mused wiggling the sprig of mistletoe, "Is mistletoe. It's a custom, when someone is under the mistletoe, to kiss them. Any questions?" She asked with a small tilt of her head. Obviously she was teasing, but she still lifted the mistletoe above her head once more. "Now..let's try it out, and see what you've learned about this exciting World Without magic tradition." She grinned playfully. 

[Killian Jones]

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She teasingly suggested that he had an unlimited amount of lives. "We have that in common, Swan; we're both survivors." Regardless of how dangerous or hopeless circumstances seemed . . . the two of them always survived. Either separately, or together. She spoke of how she was glad that he liked the gift; liked was certainly an understatement. He absolutely loved it. But the conversation was diverted when she began to explain the significance of mistletoe. He had to fight to not smile, pretending to not know only to continue to play into this joking mood that merited her explanation. His eyes went to the plant as she held it above her, and a small smile started to form onto his lips.

Deciding to continue to play clueless, he spoke. "You mean like this?" he asked as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead in a tender embrace. "Or perhaps like this," he suggested, in an equally low voice as his lips placed a kiss on her cheek. "Or maybe . . . like this?" He added, his lips now moving to her neck as he lightly kiss it, allowing each kiss to linger for a few moments before his mouth trailed to her ear where he spoke directly into it in a whispered voice. "How am I doing so far?" he inquired, teasingly questioning how he was doing in the ways of her world.

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Hook had told Emma that the two of them were survivors. This was true. They had both suffered countless hardships, and they had both come out on top from it all. Now, here they were, alive, happy, and together, celebrating their first holiday together. She had actually enjoyed that he was pretending to be so coy about the mistletoe. It made for a fun little back and forth banter of flirtation between the two of them. First, he kissed her forehead. It may have been an innocent kiss, but it still started a spark that would likely turn in to an inferno very quickly. And then he placed a kiss on her cheek. He was being so playful, that she didn't know if he was being more sexy or adorable. She decided it was the perfect combination of both. Finally, he placed a kiss on her neck, and at that point, she was ready to melt in to his arms. "Oh," she started, having to clear her throat a little before speaking again. "I'd say you're off just a tad bit, though.."

She tilted her head slightly and captured his lips, giving him a deep, tender kiss while she moved closer against him, pressing her body against his. She lowered the mistletoe, sure now that the kiss would definitely continue even without it being there. The kiss would -especially- continue once he managed to get Emma's jacket off of her. Emma wasn't one to do girl things, but tonight she thought she'd make a bit of an exception and dress up for him a little...However, the surprise would have to wait until he unwrapped his 'present'.

[Killian Jones]

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In response to his question, she told him teasingly that he was a tad bit off. He smiled for a brief moment, before she prompted the kiss; one that he immediately reacted to. He deepened it, his mouth moving against hers as he coaxed her lips apart to take in as much of her as possible. She felt incredible, and he knew he would never get enough of the sensation of her touch. Especially as she pressed her body against his. His need growing into a strong ache, and knowing that his body was already reacting to everything she caused to stir within him. She was just that desirable and wonderful. And well, he loved her. This fact alone, made all the difference.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he needed to open her jacket. Lacking the patience to do so one handed, he moved his hook, starting at the top and began to move down along each button, effortlessly and smoothly causing each button in his path to fall to the ground. All the while, he kept his mouth occupied in the kiss, and when he felt himself reach the last button, his hand moved to begin to part the jacket, rather eager and excited to discover what was underneath . . . or well, if there were any more layers he would have to unwrap.

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Obviously this seemingly innocent kiss was going to be heading to the bedroom, but how quickly it happened depended on how fast he opened her coat. Instead of unbuttoning with his hand, he plucked the buttons off with his hook, which made it even sexier. Once all of the buttons were plucked off and lying on the floor, the coat fell open revealing a rather sexy Mrs Clause costume that she had purchased just for him. It definitely wasn't something she'd normally wear for a date..but this was Hook..and it was Christmas. Once the jacket opened, she moved her shoulders and allowed it to slide down her arms and fall to the ground while the kiss continued. 

Only after the coat was lying on the floor along with the buttons did Emma end the kiss so that he could get an eye full of the lingerie that she had worn for him. She even took a small step back so he could get the full view. "So..what do you think about the rest of your present?" She asked in her best sexy voice as she did a little turn to show him the entire view the whole way around..especially since it probably wouldn't be on for much longer anyway. In fact, it'd probably be on the floor in pieces by the time the night was over.  

[Killian Jones]

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Killian had been far too engrossed in the kiss to realize that he should be looking at what she was clad in under the coat. Though this realization only came to him when she ended the kiss, at which point his eyes opened, revealing the sight. And what a sight it was to behold. His lips parted, causing his mouth to open a little, though no words came out. Instead, he just stared, his eyes slowly lingering over every inch of her body as he took in the vision of her perfect figure.

While she was always incredibly beautiful in his eyes, tonight, it was more of a seductive style she took on . . . one that he had never seen her in before. And one that left him in awe and silent praise. He just couldn't stop staring, not when she spoke, nor when she twirled . . . hell, that just made him stare even more. "Bloody hell, Swan," was all he could get out, spoken in a low voice as his mind raced with thoughts of what would be happening tonight with her dressed like that . . . and the anticipation was enough to make his heart beat slightly faster in his chest.

When the urge became too dominating, it made him unable to stand idle. Whatever trance she had placed him in, he eventually snapped out of and instinct took over, as did his need for her which was consuming his entire being. he raised his hook, using the tip to latch into the buckle that was on the top portion of her outfit. He used it to pull her toward him -- as he had taken a step back to fully appreciate the view. "Christmas never looked so good," he said before moving his lips to her own in a strongly passionate kiss, letting his fervent desire for her be known through their embrace.

Now, there were two kinds of people: those who slowly and carefully unwrapped a present, savoring every piece of the wrapping as best they could . . . and those who merely ripped apart the packaging, needing to get to what was under the wrapping. Hook was the latter -- particularly tonight. The battle would be his need to savor the moment of seeing her dressed like this, combating his overwhelming urge to see her fully without the concealment of any fabric. What a struggle it was. As he deepened the kiss, his hand moved behind her upper leg, under the lower portion of the outfit while he used the dull part of his hook on the other side to do the same. Feeling her soft skin under his hand was indeed an incredible sensation. One that he planned to take full advantage of tonight. He then slightly lifted her up, ensuring to keep the contact of the lips while relying on her to wrap her legs around him, as he led them toward the bed.

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Emma was the type of person to love being in control..but tonight - call it another christmas present for Killian - she decided to allow him to be in control. For the most part, at least. The sensation of his kiss along with his hand and hook gliding up her bare legs just above the line of her stockings and underneath the short negligee made her feel a tingle from her toes to her hair follicles on her head.  She ended the kiss just for a moment, and she brushed her lips playfully against his. "This thing, by the way? Not expensive. Feel free to unwrap however you want." She teased with a wink of an eye before her lips once more brushed against his. She eased in to another kiss.. one that was slow, deep, and filled with every ounce of emotion she felt for him. Although she hadn't expressed her love yet didn't mean she didn't feel it. 

If it were up to her, she'd already be against a wall or on the bed, but this was all about Killian..anything he wanted, she wanted too. Although, she may have encouraged it a little by lifting her foot out of the heeled shoe that she was wearing, and she glided her stocking clad foot over the leg of his pants, teasing him, and making it known that she was his for the taking..if he hand't figured that out already. As her toes lightly brushed against his pants, her thigh was lifting to his hip, allowing her waist to press flush against his own. Honestly, at this point, she didn't even care if he unwrapped his gift..as long as he ravaged it soon.

[Killian Jones]

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Killian felt as if he could forever remain in this position with her lips placed against his as the two shared a passionate embrace. At the same time, he was all too aware of what else his gift entailed -- in addition to the magnificent ring she had given him. She broke the kiss to speak, telling him that the outfit she now wore was not expensive . . . subtly giving him permission to rid her of it through any means he wished. The expense of it was not strongly placed in his conscience -- as his desire for her dominated all else -- but he knew her words assuaged any guilt that may come later upon realization that he had ruined her dress. "That's good to know Swan," he said with a bit of a devious smile playing on his lips. One that was short lived for he then adjusted his lips to be better placed against hers. As her kiss held so much emotion, so did his.

To be able to just have a night such as this, with no massive pending threats was indeed a rare thing. And Hook intended to take advantage of every second of it. Though she seemed to be beating him with her teases as he felt her foot slowly trail up his leg, placing pressure on his sensitive center that was already aching for her. Her action cause him to suck in a breath, forcing him to end the kiss for only a moment though he kept his lips brushed against hers. There was no way he was going to be able to wait much longer. The bed seemed too far away right now and he just needed to have her. There would be time for slow and steady afterwards. Swiftly turning her, he pressed her against the wall with his own body, passionately kissing her with a strong fervor.

His hands immediately went to work. His hook went below her dress to her center, ripping apart whatever fabric concealed her core -- while ensuring not to hurt her region. His other hand fell to his own pants, quickly undoing them and pushing them down to free himself. He would remove her dress later but right now, he was rather enjoying the sight of her in it -- though he supposed he would enjoy the sight of her with nothing on even more. Once both areas were exposed, his hand went to her upper leg, moving it so that it wrapped around his waist to slightly open herself up a bit, and without drawing out the moment any longer, he pushed into her, the action causing him to heavily breath out in sheer pleasure over finally being inside of her.

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