I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (CaptainSwan) ON HOLD

1~ A Dark Christmas Eve

Emma's POV

I smiled, looking at the snow falling outside the window. Tomorrow it would be covered, giving Henry the perfect Christmas. And I was determined that it would be just that. Henry had been through so much in his life. He never knew his father and his mother... well I wasn't exactly the most stable. But I'd finally gotten things together and Christmas was going to be the start of a new and better life for the Swan family. I strolled through the festive house, checking to make sure everything was in place. The tree was lit from top to bottom. It's glow reflected off the shiny red ornaments giving the whole room a warm glimmer. I checked the cookie plate for the second time. I remember last year, I'd forgotten to eat the cookies while Henry was asleep and had to explain to a 5 year old how Santa was allergic to Oreos. It was chips-a-hoy this time. The plate was empty, the milk too. A smirk found its way to my lips. I was mom of the year this time around. This was going to be a Christmas Henry would never forget. It was going to be... magical. And with that thought fresh on my mind, I let myself get in bed. The warmth of the blanket curled around me instantly, my head sinking into the soft pillow and, slowly, I began to close my eyes.
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*CRASH*
My eyes popped open in an instant at hearing the loud noise. "What the h:0:0:0 is that?!" I whispered harshly into the darkness. But minutes passed by and it didn't come again so I began to drift off once more. Something that didn't last long. *CRASH* The loud sound rang through my ears again and this time I found myself feeling around for my gun. Once my fingers had curled around the cool piece of metal I got out of bed and made my way for the stairs. If some psychopath thought they were going to take anything from us right when things were starting to work out they had another thing coming. The floor boards creaked beneath my bare feet as I creeped around the dimly lit house, checking around every corner for the intruder. I searched the entire place until I came right back around to the tree and found no one. At the risk of sounding cliché, not even a mouse. The whole place was empty. "Well then," I said to myself, "I guess I can go back to-" "-Hello there." My heart jumped at the words and I found myself unable to turn around, too afraid to find out who the accented voice belonged to. "I have a gun and if you get one step closer I will use it on you." My words elicited a dark chuckle from the man. "Wow, a tough lass are we?" I tightened my grip on the gun, "Just get out of my house or I swear I'll-" "-You'll what?" He whispered and I could tell he was close now from the tickle of his breath on my neck. "Are you gonna shoot me?" "I will if I have to." Again, he laughed at me. "That's rather rude though, don't you think? I mean, you haven't even offered me a drink yet and you're already prepared to shoot me." His tone was mocking, deep and almost... challenging. Was he really trying to play some game with me? The psycho broke into my house on Christmas Eve and he had the nerve to mock me? I turned on my heel to face the man, prepared for whatever crazy-eyed brute I would be met with. But my breath hitched when instead I was met with a pair of piercing blue eyes. My eyes soon found their way to the rest of him, soaking in his entire appearance, the dark scruff lining his jaw, his tousled black hair that fell down into his eyes which were still burning, bright blue, at the back of my mind. I took in every last detail of him, completely and irritatingly awe-struck. "Like what you see, love?" His deep voice broke me out of my trance and I suddenly remembered what was happening. Attractive or not, he'd broken into my house and he was going to pay for that. "Just get the h::: out of my house before I call the cops." "Oh, so intimidating darling. Chills," A smirk spread across his bright pink lips, "But I'm afraid the cops can do nothing to stop me." "What's that supposed to mean? Who are you?" I almost immediately regretted asking when the answer slipped from his tongue, more accented then usual, "Why isn't is obvious," He teased, "I'm Santa Claus. Though I would prefer if you called me Killian." My eyes widened, "Santa Claus?" "Aye, lass that's what they call me 'round here." I couldn't help but break out laughing. Out of all the delusions he could've had this guy thought he was Santa Claus. "You're kidding me?" I managed to say through the laughter. "Actually I'm being quite serious." He said matter-of-factly, clearly unamused with my behaviour. "I know you all think of Santa as a big old man in a big red suit but that's only an image that you've conjured up yourselves," He stepped closer, bringing to my attention the silver appendage that sat where his hand should be as it shined in the light of the tree. "You see, sweetheart, that's all just a fairytale. A nice little bedtime story to tell to your kids on Christmas Eve to make them feel safe, to make them feel hopeful. But Santa isn't some jolly old saint riding around in his sleigh delivering toys to all the world..." My heart pounded faster as he spoke, coming to an abrupt stop when I felt the wall against my back. His face was only inches from mine now. "You want to know who Santa really is, Emma Swan?" I could feel my pulse start to race again at the mention of my name. How'd he know that? "H- how..." "-Oh I know everything, love. Because the truth about old St. Nick... he's your worst nightmare." Before I could say another word, his lips crashed to mine with a force. His long fingers threaded through my hair and down my arm, wrapping around my hand and pulling me closer. He tasted like rum and peppermint. I found myself melting into him more willingly than I'm proud of. But the feel of his lips on mine was too great a sensation to resist and even with all my stubbornness, I couldn't help but give in.
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(Third Person POV)
Now Emma may of been lost in the moment but there was someone else in the house who was all too aware of his surroundings. Henry's eyes were wide as he stared at what was before him. His own mother was kissing a strange man. But it wasn't just any strange man. No, Henry could see that wasn't the case. Though not exactly what he'd always pictured, the man's red leather from head to toe and the empty plate of cookies told him that this mysterious man was none other than Santa Claus. His mom was kissing Santa. His fingers slipped from the bars of the stair case and ran off as fast as he could to his room, closing the door behind him. What had just happened?!
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(Emma's POV)
We lingered there for a moment after we'd broken apart, breathing each other in. "Whoa..." I finally managed to say after a while. He laughed and gently stroked my cheek before stepping away. "Whoa indeed, love." His voice was smoother now, accent thicker. "Until next we meet." Was the last thing he said before disappearing in a cloud of red, leaving me standing there alone. "What just happened..." I touched my still tingling lips with the tips of my fingers as I slid down the wall. This would definitely be a Christmas I wouldn't forget.
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Writer's Note:
Hi! This is just a fun short story I'm doing to celebrate Christmas. I couldn't resist
having some writing fun with my otp! It won't be a long fanfic but I hope you enjoy<3