He's An Arrangement

December

Emma rolled over on their new bed, a relaxed sigh escaping her body. Her fingers traced the muscle on Killian's chest. He rubbed her back as he stirred awake, letting out a yawn. Killian pulled her closer to him, giving a kiss to her forehead. Emma grinned, and his lips lingered close to her skin.

"Morning," Emma said with a smile, and her grip on his chest became tighter, "I'm never leaving this bed."

Killian nodded, "It's nice to not be sleeping on a couch or futon."

Emma curled her leg closer to his, and he did the same to her's, "So, it's December now." She ducked down, leaving Killian's arm and sitting back up.

December. Evelyn comes home in less than a month. She gets to live in her yellow room with her white crib. The crib that caused Killian and Emma to fight. The crib that caused him to propose. He would've at some point. At some point. For that to push it closer? Fate. That's fate, Killian thought to himself.

"Nursery put together, completely moved in," Killian sat up with her, a smile on his face, "... and engaged." He scooted closer, kissing her softly, moving his hand to lay on her neck, rubbing behind her ear gently.

Emma giggled, lifting her shoulders, "I'm ticklish!" She laughed, grabbing his hand in her's. He chuckled, taking his other arm and tickling her sides, "Ah!" She screamed, laughter bubbling from her. She fell to her back on the bed in laughter, "Bastard!" Emma swatted her arms, a smile not leaving her face for a second.

"A handsome bastard," he smirked, helping her sit back up.

Emma shrugged her shoulders, "You've got that," she agreed, falling back against his chest. He traced up against her hips, right where a scar was left from her stitches. I was long, and still looked like it was painful. Even though the only pain she has to carry are the memories. Of Neal.

"I know you're not obsessed with money, Swan. I'm sorry that I ever said that," he frowned, moving her blonde hair to the right side of her head, leaving kisses on the left. He left a small trail, circling her neck and down to her collarbone. He dug in his teeth ever so slightly, pulling at her pale skin.

She turned her head to look at him, unlacing their hands and lifting his chin, "It's okay. You don't need to dig up every mistake you've ever made. You do realise that, right?" Emma asked him.

"We're engaged. I want to make sure we're out in the open about everything. And that we've cleared what's in between us."

Emma turned back, resting her head in the crook of his neck, "Okay. My turn, I'm sorry that I tried to push you away when you wanted to help me. I should've been stronger for myself."

His lips were soft and smooth against her skin. He stroked her thigh, digging his thumb into the creamy skin that fell over her body. Killian moved higher up her leg as he did. She shuddered under his touch, shutting her eyes and sinking in closer to him, her body aching for more, just from his hand against her. He pulled at the black underwear with a small lace trim around the edges.

"I'm sorry that we don't get to fuck more," Killian chuckled, voice deeper than usual.

Emma nodded her head, "Forgiven," she hummed , tipping her nose and taking in his scent. It was stronger than his brother's. More cologne. It must still be left from last night. She furrowed her brow in thought, hating that she knew what his brother smelt like. It was a great smell. And he had a great touch. No, a good touch. Not Killian's touch.

Killian's hand pressed against her core, and he raised an eyebrow, asking without words for permission, "Stop," Emma frowned, grabbing his hand, "I'm sorry I almost slept with your brother."

Killian gave her leg a reassuring squeeze, "It's okay, Swan. But, why?"

"Because I was in pain. I wanted you," my eyes connected to his, and any anger seemed to disappear from his ocean blue eyes. His hands gripped on harder, and Emma squinched her eyes. He took the hint, relaxing his fingers and kissing her shoulder.

Emma frowned, "I'm trying to say that I'm sorry."

"I know that," he smirked, resting his chin on her, "and I've forgiven you."

She took his arms, wrapping them around her stomach and memorizing his touch, incase it was ripped away again, "I liked that your brother didn't care. He was drunk. I was drunk. He was angry and so was I."

Killian flipped us over, laying me flat against the bed, "I can not care as well," he ran his hand along her side, up every curve as if her body was a valley waiting to be discovered; with rolls and mountains. Land after land, only this field is followed by slender legs that were cleanly shaved because Emma didn't like having hairy legs. And there's nothing to be discovered. Killian's hands have reached every hidden crevice and regrown every broken spot.

"But I like that you care. I didn't want Liam that night. What I wanted was..." She reached for his hand, placing her's on his, and reached for his lips, pushing the rest of her body up to reach him, "you and I connected in every way possible."

Loft

David pulled at fake tree limbs, trying to spread them. Robin stacked two pieces of them, trying to build it. Killian grabbed a box of ornaments, inspecting them closely, "So, you put glass ornaments on fake trees and wait for a fat guy in a red suit to break into your house and leave presents?" He asked, looking over the variety of red, green, and reindeer ornaments in the box that Mary Margaret's mother had given her.

Emma came from behind him, sitting on her knees and taking out an ornament reading "Mary Margaret's First Christmas". She grinned, placing it back in the container, "But Christmas sex is amazing," she whispered to him, elbowing his arm. Ruby rolled her eyes, handing hot cocoa out.

"I don't think I've ever known people that have sex more than me!" She laughed, eying Mulan from across the room. Her girlfriend scowled, crossing her arms over her Christmas themed t-shirt, "Oh, you know it's true."

"Whatever," she lifted her mug to her lips, the drink leaving a warm tingling in her mouth, "Ruby! Did you add alcohol to this?" She asked in complete shock. Mulan and Ruby might be the biggest example of "opposites attract" when it comes to relationships. Somehow, they make it work. And do it damn good, for that matter.

"Ah, yes!" She took a swig, "Rum! Killian's suggestion," she raised her glass in his direction. He did the same to her.

The tree part popped up in David's face, "Got it!" He said triumphantly. Mary Margaret patted his back in congratulations. Everyone clapped, cheering him on, "Thank you, thank you," he took a bow.

Regina plopped next to Emma, grabbing her left hand without asking and looking over the small engagement band, "This is gorgeous!" Her fingers danced over the diamond, "Robin! Why didn't you get me a ring like this one?"

He rolled his eyes, "Wedding ring will be even better, love!"

Emma jerked her hand back as politely as she could, "Yes, it is beautiful," her cheeks grew a bright red, and she leaned in closer to Killian.

Bright smiles covered everyone's smiles. Maybe they're all finally in a good place.

Maybe. 

I've been watching How I Met Your Mother for the first time and I just watched the Zoey episode. Haha! Hey there, Jen!!

Thoughts? Criticism? 

-Rose