Epilogue

Several Years Later…

Emma wanted nothing more than to take a nap, but she needed to be ready to volunteer in thirty minutes. This year they were going to the local orphanage to help serve a family style dinner, give out presents, and spend time with the children. Maybe she'd have time to nap afterward.

It had been a busy day already, what with waking up early (on a day off from patrolling Storybrooke as David's second in command) to brave the throngs of last minute holiday shoppers for the gifts she and Killian had waited until the last minute to procure for tonight's Dirty Santa gift exchange.

They were attending a holiday party thrown by Mary Margaret's and Elsa's co-worker Ruby Hunter and her husband Graham, who was also one of David's deputies. Killian and Emma were going to pass on the party, but when they found out the Nolans, the other Jones family, as well as new friends from the shipping business, Will and Belle Scarlet, and David's other deputy, Robin Locksley and his wife, Regina were all attending, they didn't want to be the only Christmas Scrooges, so they'd decided to go.

Looking into the vanity mirror, Emma finished her makeup with a layer of color to her lips. Rubbing them together and popping them open, she smiled at the decadent holiday color Killian had picked out while they'd been out shopping earlier.

"Ah!" Emma yelled when Killian snuck up behind her and tickled her waist before wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Killian nuzzled his nose between her hair and her neck and inhaled deeply. "You smell divine," he told her, then proceeded to plant a line of kisses along her neck and down her shoulder.

"Stop it, we're going to be late." She shivered just a bit when she felt his cock pressing into her backside. She really could go for a good fuck right now.

"I don't care if we're bloody late, I want my wife," Killian growled into her ear. "I couldn't have you this morning because we had to wake up and shop, now we have to volunteer, then we have a party. What if you're too drunk after?" He smirked at her as he cocked an eyebrow, knowing she would remember the incident he was referencing.

"I promise there'll be no tears shed over not getting to suck your cock, because I don't plan on being drunk."

"What if I'm too drunk?" He kissed up her neck and attempted to reach her mouth.

"Killian, I just put on my lipstick," she half whined and half sighed. She really did want him; maybe they had a little time?

"Aye, Candy Cane Red, I love that shade on you, darling, but I think it'd look even more magnificent on my cock. Don't you?"

Emma's eyes focused on her husband of four years and four days - they'd gotten engaged over their first summer together and married on December 20th, the one year anniversary of meeting at the King Street Train Station in Seattle, Washington - he'd been absolutely insatiable this holiday season. A vice-like yearning came over her as she turned in his arms. "I don't know, perhaps we should find out?" she suggested, brushing the hair from his forehead.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!" a loud voice boomed from the front of their home. Emma and Killian had stayed in the little seaside cottage Liam had set up for his brother's arrival five years ago. It was perfect for the two of them.

"Shhhhh, maybe they'll go away if we're very quiet," Killian whispered. He smiled as Emma rolled her eyes at him.

"We're not going away, you two!" Liam shouted. "Stop making out, it's time to go you concupiscent adolescents."

Emma's eyes went wide and she burst into giggles. "I never thought I'd hear the word concupiscent from another living soul."

"It's the highbred vernacular ingrained in us dashing Brits, darling."

"Oh, shut up," Emma snorted. "Highbred my ass, two seconds ago you wanted to know what Candy Cane Red lipstick would look like on your cock."

"Gentleman on the streets, rapscallion in the sheets?"

Emma's eyes sparkled with love for her ridiculous husband. She pecked his lips through her smile. "Whatever you say." She patted his chest placatingly before walking out to greet Liam and Elsa.

Walking to the front of the house Emma greeted her sister-in-law and brother-in-law with a hug. "He's not very happy with you," she told Liam.

"He never is."

"Good afternoon, sister," Killian said pulling Elsa into a hug. He narrowed his eyes as he acknowledged his brother, "Liam, you cockblocking sod, haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Aye, but we're family, there's no need to knock among family."

"That's it, Swan, we're changing the locks. Whose idea was it for him to have a key, anyhow?"

"Yours," they all answered in unison. "So we can feed Nemo when you two travel," Liam added.

Killian and Emma loved to drive along the coast finding secluded destinations to escape to, and just have each other. They were also the proud owners of a formerly stray black kitten, who needed to be cared for when they were gone. Killian had decided to call him Nemo after the Latin term meaning nobody. He's nobody, from nowhere, Killian had told her when she'd gotten home from work one day, and he and the kitten were curled up on the couch.

Killian muttered under his breath about pisspoor timing as he and Emma bundled up in their winter gear. This winter was proving to be one of the bitterest on record, with temperature breaking lows and high winds to boot. Walking out the door and loading into Liam's car, the four headed to meet David and Mary Margaret for their Christmas Eve tradition of volunteering.

The afternoon had been amazing, getting to help out on such a special day. The group had stayed later than they'd realized, talking with the children and playing games. Emma's heart felt full as she remembered how wonderful Killian had been with the little ones, making them laugh hysterically at his antics.

"We will see you at nine, you better not bail!" Elsa said when they pulled into the driveway to drop off Killian and Emma back at home.

"We might," Killian threatened.

"We won't," Emma corrected, running her hand up and down his arm.

The door hadn't even shut when Killian was pulling Emma into his embrace. He kissed her hugnrily. "I have waited so patiently…"

"Oh, yes, just like a good boy. You must be on the nice list?" Emma rubbed her hands up and down his chest, kneading it ardently.

"Aye."

"And what is it you want this year?"

"All I want is my wife," he purred while kneading and squeezing her ass much like she was his chest.

"I think that can be arranged." Emma dove back in to continue their kiss when an irritating siren-like sound began blaring from Killian's cell phone.

"Shit," Killian cursed, separating from Emma and scrubbing a hand down his face.

"What is it?"

"The alarm was tripped down at the warehouse."

"Do you have to go?"

"Aye, love. Leroy and Anton have the next two days off for the holiday. I took today to cover if anything happened, and Liam has tomorrow."

"I could go with you?"

"No need, I'll be twenty minutes tops, it's probably just a bird or small animal of some type that tripped the system." Killian leaned in to peck her lips and bit down on her lower one, "I will see you shortly."

"Hurry back," she said breathily, wholly affected by the promise of sin in his words.

Sixteen minutes later…

"Did you get started without me?" Killian asked as he walked down the hall to their room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted him. There was his lovely wife, snuggled into the blankets of their bed, and the low vibrating he'd mistaken for one of their toys was actually her snoring as she slept soundly. He decided to let her get the rest she'd been craving.

"Come on love, time to rise and shine."

Emma whined as her husband shook her shoulder. She was so comfy, and just five more minutes, that's all she wanted.

"We'll be late for the party if you don't get up soon."

Bolting upright and gave her husband a pout. "How long have I been asleep?"

"A couple hours." He rubbed his arm up and down her shoulder and leaned in to peck her lips.

"I'm so sorry, babe!"

He smiled at her sincerity. "No need to apologize, Swan. I can wait."

Emma threw the blankets back to reveal her naked form. "I really was intending to, I just decided to lay down to wait for you… and I guess I knocked out before you got back."

Killian let out a frustrated moan, "Darling, you are killing me." He stroked his hand over the contour of her bare hip.

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

"You've been exhausted all day and it wouldn't have been very gentlemanly of me to selfishly wake you, just for a roll in the sheets."

"It's not selfish if we both get something," she purred.

Killian smacked her ass lightly. "Mmm, indeed, I guess I didn't look at it that way. Too late now, we'll be even more late if we don't get ready. As it is, Dave is already texting me to find out what time we will be there."

Emma rolled her eyes at her brother and Mary Margaret, and their penchants for punctuality. "Fine."

They were ready in record time. Emma wore a strapless, red dress with black jewelry and accessories, including a shawl and stiletto heels, while Killian wore a black button up shirt and black slacks, and a red vest to match Emma's dress.

After touching up her makeup and curling her hair quickly, they grabbed their Dirty Santa gifts and headed out the door.

The party was actually a huge undertaking. At least half of Storybrooke inhabited the beautifully decorated home, every surface was covered with food, gifts, or alcohol. After eating and mingling Ruby announced that it was time for the Dirty Santa game. There were gifts that ranged from classic, to practical, to sexual, to humorous, to downright weird, and the group shared many laughs as presents were picked and stolen, and guests cheered or pouted.

Once the massive gift exchange was over, an area of the great room emerged as a dance floor, and the kitchen became the place for beer pong and shots. Emma was feeling a little suffocated as she sat in a corner conversing with her closest girlfriends. The music was blaring, she'd eaten just a little too much, and the house had become overly warm as people danced and partied. The windows were now open, and hopefully the chilled winter air would permeate the room soon. She excused herself to the restroom to take a breather. Grabbing a bottle of cold water she headed upstairs to Ruby's private bathroom so she could rest and clear her head.

She sat on the extravagant gold chaise lounge that adorned the far wall of Ruby's mansion sized restroom. She wondered if she'd be able to get away with a bath, then chuckled at herself. She was 33 years old, it wasn't even midnight and she was ready to be at home. Home in bed with a certain rapscallion, she thought, and suddenly her stomach was churning with a different sensation. A raw need for her husband.

E: Meet me upstairs. Last room on the left. Now.

K: You want my ?

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Emma laughed at her phone as she pictured Killian sprinting toward the stairs knocking over anything and anyone in his way. She'd just finished applying a fresh layer of lipstick when the door burst open behind her. "Lock the door," she commanded in a low voice as she stalked toward him.

Killian complied then turned around and roughly pulled her against his body. "My cock might actually break, it's so fucking hard."

His words were a dirty caress and she bit down on her lip to keep from moaning. "I can feel that, babe," she whispered as she rubbed against him. Emma dropped down to her knees, intent on showing Killian exactly what his cock would look like with Candy Cane Red lipstick painting it. She masterfully unfastened his pants, pulled down his fly and freed him. "I told you I wouldn't be too drunk," she smirked before clutching his ass in her hands and sucking his length into her hot mouth.

Normally he'd insist on lady's first, but Killian was so ready he couldn't bring himself to halt her ministrations. He grabbed a fist full of her hair on each side of her head and grasped tightly. "Yes, Swan, suck my cock. I've been half hard all evening just thinking about your delectable mouth." He marveled at the way he slid in and out of her pretty lips, and she had indeed painted his cock that delicious shade of Candy Cane Red.

Emma moaned along his shaft as she looked up at him to appreciate his beauty. He was an absolute wreck, hair falling just above his hooded eyes from the way she was working him, cheeks flushed a deep red, the line of his jaw flexing as he gritted and clenched his teeth. He whimpered as his peak crept up on him faster than he wanted, and Emma's clit sparked with want. "I need you, Killian."

"Fuck," he panted as she withdrew her mouth. Dragging her up from her knees, he stole her breath with a desperate kiss. He tore the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts, and hiked the tight skirt up over her ass, all while ravaging her mouth. Killian slapped his palm against her ass cheek and squeezed it with one hand while weaving the fingers of his other hand tightly into the hair at the base of her skull.

Emma moaned when he bit down on her lip. Maybe she should keep him waiting more often; she liked the desperate need in his touch tonight. She slipped her own hands into his pants which loosely hung unfastened on his hips and kneaded his ass. "Someone's feeling a little vigorous tonight," she said breathily as she broke the kiss for much needed air.

"Did I hurt you love?" He released the firm hold he'd had on her hair and guided her to sit on the chaise. His ardor immediately cooled, and his concern genuine, he knelt in front of her and smoothed his hands up and down her thighs lovingly.

Emma just laughed. "No Killian, you didn't hurt me. In fact," she leaned in, and placed her mouth at his ear, "I like it." Emma leaned back and bit her lip, waiting on his reaction; even after all this time she could still feel a little bashful with him.

Killian's cock jumped as her warm breath caressed his ear. He waggled his eyebrows at her and smoothed his tongue along his bottom lip. "I do love when you tell me secrets, darling."

Emma giggled at the way his eyebrows danced as he lewdly licked his lips. Biting her nail she asked quietly, "Want to hear another secret?"

Her bit of shyness and the pink on her cheeks was quite arousing for Killian. Pinpricks of sensation broke out across his skin as he watched her bite on her nail and try to act innocent. "Aye," he replied with a lust fueled timbre.

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him senseless before trailing her mouth along his jaw and back up to his very sensitive ear, so she could whisper to him. "My panties are all wet."

"Fucking Hell," Killian gasped. He could have guessed at that, but hearing her say those words had his cock aching to be buried.

Emma spread her legs wide, grasped one of his hands and pressed it against the thin material of her panties. "See, you make me so wet, Killian" she purred.

He growled at how she uttered his name, and how easily his fingers slid over the soaked silk as he rubbed her clit through the material. "Goddamn love, how long have you been like this?"

She shrugged her shoulders as a small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

"Tell me," he coaxed as he continued to circle her sensitive flesh.

"Just since you came up here."

"All this," he emphasized by cupping her sex, "just since I got up here."

"What can I say? I enjoy blowing you."

"That arouses you?"

"Does it not arouse you to… go down on me?" Emma asked, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

"Gods above, I love pleasuring you with my mouth, Swan."

"Then why would you think it was different for me? Have I ever done anything to make you think I don't enjoy it?"

"I suppose not. I guess most women just make it sound as though it's a chore." Bending down he latched onto a breast - one of Emma's favorite erogenous zones. Over the years he'd committed to memory the erotic noises she made when he teased and laved her nipples.

Emma laced her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast, loving the way he feasted on her pebbled flesh. "Well, I guess I'm not most women, because I love sucking your cock. Making you come down my throat as you call out my name and your cock spasms against my lips, fuck," she panted as she ground her core against where his hand still rubbed her.

Killian swallowed hard as she waxed poetic on giving him head. Grasping his straining cock and stroking languidly for just a second of relief, he beseeched his wife, "Emma, I need you, love."

Scooting up the long chair, Emma removed her panties before laying back and letting her legs dangle over each side of the chair so she was spread wide for Killian. "Then have me."

He sprung to action, stripping off his clothes and then engulfing her body with his. Laying claim to her mouth, he nestled his cock between her folds and glided back and forth. The warmth that coated him as he teased her clit with the head of his cock was almost enough to have him coming, but he found some semblance of control as he worked her closer to the edge.

Placing a hand on Killian's chest, Emma pushed him back a little, she situated her legs against his shoulders, then reached down between their bodies and lined him up.

The heat of her core beckoned him the instant his tip nudged her entrance. Wrapping a hand around each of her ankles he sunk into her depths, moaning at the sensation of finally being enveloped. He had to fight to keep upright, the feeling so overwhelming he wanted to slouch against her and just rut to a quick completion. Breathing in deeply, he focused on only Emma and bringing her pleasure.

"Oh, yeah," she sighed when he finally slid into her and began thrusting in and out. The sound of skin meeting skin as he plunged into her wetness echoed through the powder room. Emma's legs were being stretched, burning deliciously as they rested on his shoulders and he leaned into her seeking the deepest of thrusts.

Killian looked into her eyes, deep green and blown wide, willing her to fall apart so he could let go. Her mouth hung open and small puffs of air escaped in time with his movements. Her cheeks were bright pink with the exertion and her hands played with her breasts, she was gorgeous all the time, but he loved watching her draw to the edge as they connected on this level. When he felt like he actually might explode, finally he heard his his angel's voice, breathy with gratification.

"Oh fuck," she breathed out on a long moan. "So good, Killian, so good."

Her fresh wave of arousal rushed over him warmly and her walls pulsed around his cock, evoking his climax. His stomach tightened and every muscle in his body went rigid as he spilled his release deep into her.

Body weak with pleasure, Emma threw her forearm over her face as she smiled into her arm, euphoria stealing over her. "God, I've needed this all day, so fucking good babe." She let her legs slide from Killian's shoulders so she was laying spread wide.

"Allow me to clean you darling?" He cocked that hyper eyebrow of his and delved between her thighs.

Emma tightened her arm over her face, particularly her mouth as she whimpered when his warm hot tongue met her sensitive flesh.

"Knock, knock," came a loud voice, followed by a few raps of knuckles against the door.

Emma and Killian both jumped a mile high, apparently forgetting they weren't in the privacy of their own home. "Shit!" Emma cursed.

"Eh, just a minute, Ruby. I'll be finished shortly," Killian called. "To be continued," he whispered to his wife, giving one final swipe of his tongue through her folds.

"No rush, no rush. As long as she's finished, Jones, it's not proper to leave a lady wanting. Emma, if he leaves you high and dry, you let me know."

"How about I let Graham know?" Killian shot back, wondering what the deputy would think about his wife propositioning Emma.

Emma smacked his chest as they righted themselves on the chaise. "You know she loves fucking with you more when you give her the reaction she wants."

"Oh, he'll be so happy you asked, Killian!" Ruby laughed through the door.

Before he could clarify what he meant, Emma leaned forward and kissed him. "Let her have her fun," she told Killian so only he could hear. "Don't worry Rubes, Killian knows how to give it to me just how I like it."

"Ooooh, hot damn!" Ruby laughed. "You two just make sure to clean up any mess, then get your asses downstairs. David is wondering where his sister is, and Liam is trying to bet him that you're up here doing exactly what you're doing."

Killian rolled his eyes. He and Liam didn't have a sister, so it was impossible for Liam to know what kind of hornet's nest he was stirring. They got ready in short order and headed down the stairs hand in hand, if they thought they didn't look thoroughly fucked, they were mistaken.

Most everyone was still carrying on and partying. David however was glaring daggers between Liam and Killian.

"Bloody hell."

"Come on, David will get over it." Emma pulled Killian forward with a serene grin on her face.

Mary Margaret was attempting to reason with her husband as they greeted the group at the bottom of the stairs. "She's an adult, David."

David's expression lightened infinitesimally. "They could've waited till they got home."

"We are right here," Emma cut in, feeling a bit feisty.

"You could have waited till you got home," David directed at her.

"I didn't want to," Emma sassed. "Sometimes needs must be met," David's face contorted into that of a man hearing too much information, "and we were already interrupted by one brother this morning, and a fucking alarm system this afternoon. So forgive me if I needed a little instant gratification."

"Little?" Killian questioned. David definitely shot him the evil eye.

"A lot," Emma smirked, leaning in to kiss him. "Huge gratification," she added, playing it up for her brother's reaction.

Elsa, Liam, Graham, and Ruby burst into laughter at the look on David's face, while David himself shuddered and looked to his wife for support.

"Hey, you asked for it the moment you tried to lecture a married adult about sex," Mary Margaret chuckled.

"Someone get me a shot!" David called out as he walked away from the bunch. They continued cracking up even after he'd gone in search of alcohol.

"You are going to be in trouble tonight," Emma told Mary Margaret.

"Nothing a little physical activity won't alleviate," her sister-in-law replied, waggling her eyebrows.

The party got smaller and smaller until it was just the close knit group of them visiting. Emma tried, but failed to stifle a yawn as everyone chit chatted.

"Tired again, sleepyhead?" Killian whispered.

"I guess you wore me out," she giggled quietly. "Take me home?"

Emma tickled Killian's belly, his most ticklish spot, as he slept, eliciting a grunt of dissatisfaction from him, and then quickly turned over and pretended to sleep.

Last night had been a blast. After saying Merry Christmas and good night to everyone the evening before, they'd driven home, showered - where they got down and dirty one more time before getting clean - and then hit the sack. Emma was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She felt as though she must have caught up on sleep as she was wide awake this morning. That and she was crazy excited to give Killian his Christmas present. She huffed out a sigh as she heard her husband's breathing even out again. Rolling over, she gently tickled him again, but this time he captured her wrist before she could pretend to sleep again.

"Is someone excited for Christmas morning?" he asked in his gravelly morning voice. Her joyous laughter was answer enough. "One day our children will be tickling us awake bright and early Christmas morning and I don't want to hear any complaining from you, love."

Emma's smile was brilliant and her eyes a little glassy as she pictured it. "Come on!" She pulled Killian by the hand, almost dragging him out of their bed. She threw on her big fluffy robe and practically skipped to the basin to brush her teeth.

"How much coffee have you had?" He rose from bed and stretched before throwing on his flannel pajamas - she had the temperature set to arctic chill again. Joining her to brush his teeth, he watched as his wife exuberantly went through her morning routine. "Let's remedy that, I'll start the coffee, you turn up the furnace."

No sooner had Killian filled the coffee pot than Emma was at his back, arms wrapped around his midsection. "Heater is on. Presents!"

"Don't you want coffee?"

"Later," she whined pulling on him.

Killian turned in her arms and was smitten by the joy on her face and the excitement dancing in her eyes. He wasn't sure what she had in store for him, but his curiosity was now officially piqued. He kissed her gently. "All right, coffee later. Presents now."

"You first!" Emma demanded. Pushing him onto the sofa, she handed him an envelope and practically bounced on her toes as she waited for him to open it. Her hands were clasped together and she was biting her lip in anticipation.

He considered drawing it out to get a rise out of his wife, but her excitement must've been contagious because he decided to skip teasing her in favor of finding out what was in the envelope. He opened the flap, careful not to rip any of the contents, and pulled out the card. Killian read the front cover aloud:

"The best gifts don't come under a tree…" He opened the card and finished reading, "You, me, and Baby Jones will make three," before he even noticed the grainy black and white image framed on the other side.

Emma watched as her husband studied the ultrasound photo and different emotions crossed his beautiful face. His eyes had gone from normal, to bugged out - is it happening too fast for him? she worried - to glassy - are those happy tears or sad tears? she panicked - to crinkled at the corners as a brilliant smile took over his face.

A sigh of relief flew from her mouth as she witnessed her husband having the same reaction she had when she'd taken her first pregnancy test two weeks ago. They hadn't necessarily been trying, but they'd decided to forego preventative measures a couple months ago.

"We're going to be parents," he murmured. His fingers traced over the image of their baby as realizations dawned on him. He couldn't remember the last time she'd had a cup of coffee, between that and the baby, no wonder she'd been so tired lately. And this was why she knew she wouldn't be drunk last night, and why she'd egged her brother on feistily. He stood up and pulled her tightly to his chest, hugging her as if she might disappear. "Emma," he whispered as he became utterly overwhelmed with emotion.

And then Emma was crying as her husband was brought to tears by the announcement of their baby. Grabbing one of his hands, Emma placed it over her belly, and covered it with hers. "We love you, Killian."

He kissed his wife soundly. "And I love you." Kneeling down, Killian whispered, "And you as well, little love," before placing a kiss to her belly.