Merry Christmas to@conversationkiller4531 my RDJrbross loool !! It have been an honor to be your own CS-ELF FROM SECRETSANTARESCUEDEPARTMENT (CS’SSRD ) or @cssecretsanta‘s rescue x)
I hope you will like this modest gift for you made with all my love ! 😀
So I tried to keep on the “purple” thing and fluffy, but let’s be honest, Chibi are always fluffy (tho I can make some hot one haha)
“You caught me goofing around with
holiday-themed lingerie in the store and now everything is awkward and I’m
still holding this fur-trimmed teddy, aren’t I?”
This one was requested by a number of you, I
wonder why? Here’s some smutty, holiday cheer!
The only sound in the
apartment beyond the “click, click, hiss”
of the burner beneath the tea kettle as the gas finally ignites is his long
overdue sigh of frustration. The clock on the microwave shows 2:27 am, two hours
and twenty-seven minutes since he tried to go to sleep with certain visions
dancing behind his eyelids. Visions of his roommate, his best friend, his Emma…and
sheer red fabric trimmed in white fur. Fake fur, undoubtedly – but that’s not
really what’s been keeping him up.
It was just supposed to
be a fun day of holiday shopping, and it was – until it wasn’t. All it took was
finding Emma in the lingerie department, holding the top of a racy holiday
themed negligee up over her sweater clad breasts to send the rest of the
afternoon into a series of awkward laughs, uncomfortable silences and meaningful
looks. Well, the looks had certainly been meaningful to him, anyway. It’s the
question of what he was seeing behind those beautiful green eyes of his best
friend that has him up at almost 2:30 in the morning, making tea to add to his
rum.
They’ve had moments
before – him pulling her close to
cuddle on their couch as they watch television and him kissing her softly on her cheek to say goodnight at the door to
her room after one too many drinks. He’s pretty sure she knows his feelings,
even if he has yet to find a way to put a voice to them. The fragile nature of
his own heart has made him a bit uneasy at the prospect of opening it up to be
shattered. His friendship with Emma is too important to lose.
So lost in his own
thoughts, he doesn’t realize he’s no longer alone until the glow of the white
string lights taped to the edge of their kitchen island catch the white of Emma’s
sleep shirt from where she’s standing on the other side. Her high ponytail has
loosened and a few tendrils of her blonde hair have escaped onto her shoulder,
which she quickly pushes back behind her ear as she catches him staring.
A follow up to Should/Should Not: Emma’s not one for office Christmas parties, but she might just use this one to show Killian Jones how she really feels.
Emma cursed internally. She could have sworn that she had thrown it out. She had certainly meant to. Once glance at Regina’s party invitation had told her everything she need to know, specifically that she did not want to go. And who sends invitations by registered mail? She looked over at Killian. He was still in his coat, standing by the door, smirking at the embossed invitation that he had unearthed from somewhere (Seriously, she was positive that she had tossed it). He glanced up at her and shot her an infuriating smirk.
“It’s nothing. Just a holiday party that the Mayor’s office is throwing. It’s stupid.”
Killian raised an eyebrow at her, and then glanced down at the fancy invitation that was now in his hand.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing, Swan.”
Emma let out a frustrated sigh, and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t want to complain. Not tonight, when she finally had some time alone with him. It seemed to her that complaining was all that she had been doing lately, and she felt terrible. She hoped he would let it go, but Killian continued to stare at her, waiting for an explanation.
“Ever since the Sherriff’s office moved into the same building as Madam Mayor’s office, she’s been trying to win us over. She even brought us apple turnovers once, for chrissake.”
His lips turned upwards into a bemused smile.
“Since when do you turn down a sugary snack?”
Emma glared at him, his penchant for healthy foods was a point of contention with her, especially when he lectured her about her love of Pop Tarts. (“It’s not a breakfast food, Swan!”)
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