Chapter 54: Killian

He awoke slowly, each one of his senses slowing registering in his brain as the last ripples of sleep washed away from his mind. Scent was first, the light cottony scent of Emma's fabric softener mixing with the warm scent of her shampoo. Hearing was next, the soft inhales Emma made as she slept beside him and the light tapping of Brinkley's nails on the other side of the bedroom door, letting Killian know he was awake. Taste followed. Emma had enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate spiked with peppermint vodka last night. The rich and minty flavors had transferred to his lips as he kissed her last night and still remained. Touch came fourth, the soft blankets wrapped around them, the way her hair tickled his nose, the warmth of her skin with his arm draped over her side. Then finally Killian opened his eyes. The room was gray and shadowed. There was still at least an hour until the first light and longer until the sun crept up to her place in the sky; if it didn't remain hidden today under the heavy gray clouds that had rolled in the night before.

Snowfall was imminent but the meteorologist on the previous evening's news couldn't determine just how much of the fluffy white stuff falling from the sky the area would end up getting.

He didn't want to leave the cocoon of blankets they had created, but he had left her Christmas presents in the back of his truck last night and wanted to get them under the tree before Emma woke up. She grumbled as he lifted his arm from around her, a frown forming on her sleeping face. Killian felt his affection for Emma increase as her arm reached out in front of her, patting the blankets likely in search of him. He waited until she settled again, her arm curling up to her chest before he eased himself out of bed.

He quietly padded to the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair. Killian opened Emma's bedroom door with his knee blocking the entrance so Brinkley couldn't slip past him and wake Emma up. Last night while they had curled up on the couch watching Christmas movies, Brinkley had made his way into Emma's bedroom and made himself comfortable on her bed, his head rest on a throw pillow carelessly tossed at the bottom.

Emma had laughed heartily when she saw him but Killian quickly became annoyed at how long it took to remove Brinkley from the bed so they could inhabit it instead. "Come on and be quiet." He whispered to Brinkley.

In Emma's kitchen he quietly refilled Brinkley's food and water dish and then slipped on his shoes and coat. Brinkley followed him outside and off the small porch of Emma's cottage. While his dog nosed around in Emma's yard, sniffing every tree on the property, Killian crossed the yard to his truck and pulled open the door. He gathered all of the presents on one arm, hoping he hadn't went entirely overboard and brought them inside.

He slid the packages and bags in between the ones Emma already had under her tree and then opened her front door again to let Brinkley inside. Killian plugged in the lights to Emma's Christmas tree and made himself a cup of coffee. He settled in on her couch and turned on the television with the volume almost all the way down, just taking in how the reflection of the lights bounced off of every surface creating a hazy, glittery appearance. Killian flipped through the channels until he landed on the local news. It had just switched over to the meteorologist who was saying a truly white Christmas was now unlikely. There might be flakes on and off throughout the day but the accumulations wouldn't start until the early morning hours of the day after Christmas. Killian found himself frowning, disappointed in the expected snowfall.

He watched the news a little while longer before getting up and making himself a second cup of coffee. He checked on the cinnamon rolls and found the dough had risen slightly overnight to fill every inch of available space in the pan. He hoped they wouldn't grow too much more and spill out over the pan when cooked.

A little after seven, Killian switched the television to the channel that just shows a log burning in a fireplace and headed into the kitchen to make Emma a cup of hot chocolate, hoping she would wake up soon. He had just poured the hot chocolate into her favorite mug when he heard her footsteps coming down the hall.

She went to him immediately, arms wrapping around his neck. "Merry Christmas." She said excitedly.

Killian was glad he had sat the mug back down on the counter instead of bringing it to her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "Merry Christmas, love."

"Mmm. Hot chocolate." She said, looking over his shoulder at the steaming mug. "What time did you get up?"

"Around five I think." He told her, reaching across the counter to grab a candy cane and remove it from the plastic wrapping. He placed the straight end into her mug of hot chocolate and stirred. "Peppermint flavor without the alcohol."

"Good thinking. You could have woke me up." Emma told him.

"I know, but I wanted to let you sleep. I caught some of the news this morning. It looks like a white Christmas isn't in the cards anymore. They said to expect flurries throughout the day but no accumulation. Tomorrow looks like it will be the main day for snow." Killian told her, following Emma into the living room and sitting down on the couch with her.

Emma took a sip of her hot chocolate and closed her eyes. He watched as they slowly fluttered open again and she turned her gaze towards the tree. "That's too bad about the snow. A white Christmas is kind of idyllic. Hey there are more presents under the tree than there were when I went to bed!"

"Well love, that's what happens when you leave out a tumbler of rum and cookies for Saint Nick." Killian said, gesturing toward the half-eaten plate of cookies and the empty tumbler.

"Well darn. Here I was thinking it was the carrots we left for the reindeer that caused it." Emma teased. "But I guess the even the fat man can use a drink or two now and again."

"I'm sure he would swoop back in here and take those presents back if he heard you refer to him that way." Killian chided her.

Emma rolled her eyes. "I think it's time to put the cinnamon rolls in the oven. Don't you?" She got up and crossed the room into her kitchen, setting the oven timer to preheat.

She returned to her couch and sipped at her hot chocolate until the timer went off, indicating the oven had reached the correct temperature to cook the cinnamon rolls. She placed them in the oven and set the timer again, glad they had found a recipe that cooked them up quickly. Killian told her to finish enjoying her hot chocolate while he mixed up the ingredients for the sweet cream cheese frosting to go on top of them.

Emma was hovering on the edge of the kitchen when the timer finally went off. The whole cottage smelled of cinnamon and baked deliciousness so Killian could hardly tease her for impatiently waiting for their breakfast to finish cooking. He removed them from the oven and transferred the icing to a plastic bag. Cutting off the tip of the bag with sharp scissors, Killian drizzled the icing back and forth over the steaming hot cinnamon rolls in crisscross directions.

The icing melted immediately, sinking down into the soft dough, creating a sticky looking mess. He plated two cinnamon rolls on each of their plates and fixed himself his third cup of coffee and Emma's second cup of hot chocolate. He followed her back into the living room where she plopped down on the couch, sitting the mug of hot chocolate on the table beside her. The cinnamon rolls were still steaming hot but she gingerly picked one up, and took a huge bite, a moan escaping her lips as her eyes closed in delight.

Killian's eyes swung to her immediately, his body already responding to the noise she made. He cleared his throat and sat the plate of cinnamon rolls on his lap. Emma looked sheepish when she opened her eyes and met his arched eyebrow. "You know, love," he drawled, "I'd really prefer if I was the one eliciting those type of reactions from you."

He watched as a pink blush crept over her cheeks and neck. She took another bite of the cinnamon roll, eyes fluttering. Her tongue darted out to lick the corners of her lip. "I'd prefer it too." She replied coyly.

He arched an eyebrow at her again, but didn't respond. Instead he slowly ate his own cinnamon roll as Emma devoured her first one and started in on her second. When he had finished his first, he carefully set the plate down on the table and took Emma's out of her hand.

"What?" She had started to protest. He swiped his finger through the icing on top of cinnamon roll and wiped his finger on her neck. His lips followed, tongue removing the sweetness from her neck. "Ohhh." She had breathed on an exhale, leaning back against the couch and carelessly slipping the plate onto the table.

"I wasn't done with that." Killian told her, gathering more of the icing on his finger and brushing it over her lips. He watched as he slid over her, her green eyes widening with lust. He focused on her lips for a moment, formed into a pout after he had placed the icing there. His eyes flicked back up to hers for a brief second before he dipped his head and captured her bottom lip between his. The small gasp she made went straight to his groin. He alternated between sucking and licking until there wasn't a trace of the icing left, before slipping his arm behind her and kissing her soundly.

Emma shifted on the couch immediately, her arms wrapping around him, legs falling open for him to kneel in between as he hovered over her. Wanting to hear the noises she made again, he switch between kissing her and tugging her bottom lip into his mouth and licking his way down the muscles of her neck. Killian listened as her breathing became shallow when he nibbled at her collarbone and how her fingernails scratched at his spine when he captured her bottom lip.

Her hips rocked up into his, seeking friction. He mimicked the motion, grinding down against her, knowing she could feel him through the thin, flannel pajama pants he wore to bed the night before. Pinpricks of pleasure rushed over his skin at the impatient and needy whine she let out. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his pajamas and part of him wanted to let her be impatient, rushing through all of the good stuff until they can finally come together, but the more romantic side of his brain won out. On Christmas day and he had a gorgeous woman he'd fallen in love with underneath him, ready and wanting. There were no hard set plans, no children impatient to open presents, no families to visit. And while in some circumstances that would make one sad, Killian decided to take it to his advantage. With no interruptions and nowhere to be, he could take his time savoring her body.

Gently pushing her hand away, he captured her fingers, pulling her arm above her head and linking their fingers together. His lips returned to her neck, open-mouthed kisses mixed with flicks of his tongue against her collarbone. Nosing the sweater off her shoulder, his lips made their way across every inch of the newly exposed skin. Her free hand alternated between scratching at his scalp and pulling her fingers through his hair. Letting go of her other hand for a moment, he pulled her up with him into a half sitting position, pulling the sweater over her head, pleased to find Emma is only wearing a camisole in place of a bra. He knew it from the chill in the air, but pure lust courses through him as goosebumps broke out on her arms, her nipples hardening through the thin materials under his gaze.

With a gentle push to her shoulder, he maneuvered Emma back into a lying position once again, covering her body with his and seeking her lips. His fingers traced a light pattern over her arms, a contrast to quick nips he takes of her lips and neck. "You're taking forever." She told him, impatience winning out as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.

Killian smirked. "No, love. I'm savoring."

"Well savor a little faster." She huffed impatiently, hips rocking up into his again.

He chuckled but didn't answer, knowing she wouldn't like the response. Instead he traced the lace edging at the top of her camisole with his tongue, his other hand slipping under the thin materials to trace circles on her hip. Scooting backward on the couch he found his mouth level with her breasts. He let out a long stream of air, watching as her nipples hardened further through the thin material. Ducking his head, his tongue twisted around the distended peak, Emma arched her back into him, the quiet hiss that left her lips. He alternated, switching back and forth, teasing her until her back remained in an arched position, her hips rolling repeatedly up into his. Killian worked his way lower, capturing the hem of her camisole between his teeth and tugging it upward to free her straining breasts. The groan she let out as his stubble brushed over her sensitized flesh was positively indecent. Leaving Emma to finish pulling the camisole over her head, he returned to his previous task, alternating between kissing and sucking. Her fingers dug into his scalp with each suck, the heel of her foot pressing into his backside, urging him closer. But he took his time still, licking and sucking the underside of her breasts, the flat planes of her stomach and the divots of her hip bones, cataloguing and savoring each noise of pleasure and impatience she made.

He licked at the waistband of her leggings, tongue darting slightly underneath. She hissed when his teeth scraped against her skin, tugging the soft material down inch by inch. He paused when he had it pulled down to her knees, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of each. He expected another groan from Emma, a quip about taking his time but instead heard a sigh fall from her lips. His eyes swung toward her and found her playing with her breasts. His mouth turned dry at the sight and he briefly managed to wonder why he had never asked her to touch herself before. It was easily one of the most beautiful things he had ever encountered. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. He expected a pink blush to stain her cheeks but it appeared a seductress had replaced his Emma instead. Her eyebrows raised, a smirk forming on her lips as one hand slowly trailed away from her breast and down her stomach.

"You're taking too long." She said, a hint of challenge in her voice.

"Oh." He said nonchalantly, watching as her fingers twirled around her breast, her other hand hovering between her thighs. He moved closer, settling on his forearms between her legs. "Perhaps we shall see how long I can make you wait to come." Her eyebrows raised incredulously.

He took the hand hovering between her legs and placed it on her free breast. "You may play with those, but this is mine." He said, tilting his head downward in the direction of her sex, watching as she froze. "Go on love, touch yourself."

He waited, watching as her fingers began to move again before sliding his hands under her bottom and pulling her flush against his mouth. "Jesus!" She hissed at the intimate contact.

"Killian will do." He replied cockily and began to see just how long he could bring her to the edge of orgasm.

It didn't take long at all, knowing how worked up she had been before he started the current task. He decided to not tease her further and redoubled his efforts, coaxing her through her orgasm but never pulling back or stopping.

When she stopped trembling against his tongue, he slowly increased the pace and pressure again, unable to stop himself from grinning as she quickly came again. He nibbled at the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh before coming to rest his chin on her stomach. "Did you like your first gift? Or perhaps that counts as two." He smirked at her.

Emma rolled her eyes. "We need to do something about how cocky you are." She said, pulling him towards her, slipping her fingers under the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pushing them down.

He barely had time to react or even help her, with how quickly she managed to get him undressed and climb into his lap. Her nails scratched down his chest as she sunk down on him, her teeth biting at his lips. He sat still for a few moments as she rose up and down, allowing her to find a rhythm, but when she began to speed up, another idea came to mind. Breaking their kiss, his hand came to rest on his thigh, holding her down. "Are you interested in trying something new?"

"Sure." She replied, forehead bumping against his.

Killian rotated his finger in a circle, indicating she should turn around. He repositioned himself on the couch and then guided her back down. She hummed appreciatively at the new angle. Pulling her hair off her neck on one side, his lips took its place, pressing kisses under her ear. His arm anchored around her, the other coming to play with her breasts as he shallowly rocked into her.

"This slow?" She asked, pushing back against him.

"Yes. Slow is good." He replied, kissing along her neck. "It builds anticipation." His fingers brushed lightly over her nipples. "It extends pleasure." The hand around around her waist dipped lower between her thighs. He felt her relax back against him, allowing him to do as he wished with her body.

Her head tilted back, finding his lips. It was a slow, languid kiss, matching the movement of their bodies. "Slow is good." She agreed.

Sorry for the late posting. This chapter didn't want to come together.