DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO THE OUAT (ONCE UPON A TIME) CREATORS.
Whoot whoot—this is my second Fanfic Series :)
I hope you like it!
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Chapter One: Knocked Off Their Feet
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"Here you are, love. I was looking everywhere for you…"
Emma spun around in the smaller office of the Sheriff's Station and immediately saw the figure of Killian, who was leaning against the frame of the inner door, still wearing his new outfit—which looked fantastic on him. Clipping the badge she was holding onto the top part of her pants, she gave him a welcoming look. "Where else would I be but in here?"
"Who knows, lass?" he said with wide arms. "You could be off chasing more ice monsters, tailing after your father on some important mission or…possibly babysitting your new baby brother. The options are endless."
Nodding her head, she gave him a knowing smile. "You forgot looking after a precocious, growing teenager, dealing with my crazy magical abilities and avoiding Regina for as long as possible..."
Entering the room so he could stand in front her, he shrugged his shoulders. "I'd say that I was pretty close."
"You were scarily close," she acknowledged with some humor, taking note of his sudden proximity. Feeling her throat begin to clog at the mischievous look in his eyes, she folded her arms over her chest in order to give them something constructive to do. "Is there anything I can do for you, civilian?" she asked lightheartedly, her eyes meeting his in friendly combat.
Smiling at the title she had just bestowed upon him, he kept walking towards her till only inches separated them. Then, leaning down, he brought his mouth near hers before speaking, literally a breath away from doing what he so much wanted to do. "I can think of one thing, love…"
Unable to stop herself from responding, she tilted her head up and flirted with him a bit by giving him a seductive, half-lidded expression she knew he couldn't resist. "If it's what I think it is," she paused, feeling the need to bother him further when she caught his mouth twitching in sweet torment. "Then we better hurry. We probably don't have a whole lot of time before my dad comes back."
Bringing his hand up to her face, he brushed some of her hair away before cupping her cheek, where he then nuzzled his nose, fondly, against hers. "Your charming father does have a knack for ruining my fun and causing trouble, doesn't he?"
Laughing, she closed the distance between them by crushing her lips to his, savoring the warm tingling sensation that always swept up her spine whenever they touched. Uncrossing her arms, she hugged him to her by wrapping her arms around him, splaying her fingers on the upper part of his back. Returning the sentiment by enclosing his left arm about her waist, he tried to bring her body as close to his as humanly possible, without hurting her with his hook, and when he did, his reward was an approving moan; one that automatically set his blood on fire.
Switching sides, he tilted her head so he would be able to trail kisses down her neck, starting at the baseline of her jaw and ending at the high part of her shoulder, all the while slipping his hand away from her cheek in order to grab ahold her waist, where he found immediate solace in the warmth he felt permeating through her blouse and into his fingertips. Fitting her face comfortably beside his, she was about to close her eyes and lower her hands to his own waist, to further enjoy their intimacy, when she heard the door to the station's entrance rattle.
Both groaning in frustration at the interference, they stopped and unwillingly pulled away from one another, an unladylike sigh coming from her and an aggravated grunt coming from him, but when nobody entered or said anything to reveal themselves to the couple, their disgruntled behaviors morphed into confusion.
"What the bloody hell…" he began, his brow raised when he moved back into the larger, main room to check the situation out, his eyes fixated on the door. After a few seconds, he returned with an annoyed expression. "Nobody was there."
"Well, it was probably for the best," Emma said a little breathless. Straightening her shirt by pulling it down, she then turned to grab and put on her tan leather jacket, which she had draped over a chair behind her. Zipping it up midway, she looked back at him, her eyes sparkling. "We both have things to do and I, for one, can't handle any more…distractions."
"I'm a distraction, love?" he asked, his features taking on a smug yet charming expression. "I'm flattered."
"Shut up," she teased. Doing her best to ignore him, she averted her gaze and attention back to what she was originally doing before he had arrived, which was searching for any remaining records of the Storybrooke's inhabitants, from both the first and second curse—which was "exciting" stuff indeed. Knowing that it was all for Elsa's benefit, Emma wasn't going to complain out loud, but locating and making piles of all the files and booklets she had found, so far, was definitely tedious business.
"Do you need any help?"
"Sure," she quickly accepted. "It'll make everything go by faster." Briefly looking at him from over her shoulder, she saw that mischievous glint in his eyes again. Halfway turning to face him, she raised then pointed a serious finger in his direction. "Don't even think about it…"
"What?"
"You know what," she began, shaking her head spiritedly. "While we're doing this, keep your hand to yourself."
"You like taking the fun out of everything, don't you, lass?" he inquired as he neared her, his eyes low and exploring. "There is such a thing as mixing business with pleasure."
"Killian," she drawled out in a warning tone, one of her brows drawing up. "I will put you in a cell if you don't behave… Don't tempt me."
Taking a moment, he considered her words, weighing his options. "Aye," he finally said, "I believe you. Fine…"
"Good," she stated with a smile before instructing him to do something. "Now, I left some papers and books in the other room, can you please bring them to me?"
"Aye, sure thing," he replied, giving her a small pout (which made her giggle) before turning away and entering into the other room. Roaming his gaze over the surface of the desks, he was in the midst of picking the ones he had found up when the door suddenly blew open, pushing the winter coldness into the room with a loud blast of wind.
Killian lifted his arms, to block his face, but when he peeked through the small gap his limbs had made, a cold, familiar shiver ran down his spine. Eyes narrowing, he dropped his stance and pointed his hook into the direction of the door, threateningly. "What are you doing here?"
"You know exactly why I'm here, Captain," the emerging person stated with a sneer. "Where is she? Where's my wife?!"
Taken aback by the bizarre and unexpected accusation, Killian took a step towards the unhinged man in sincere curiosity. "What the hell are you—?"
"Killian, what's going on—?" Emma called out from the back room. Hearing the commotion, she had made her way to the inner door, not really knowing what to expect, but when she saw who was now in the station, she blinked back her surprise. "Gold? Why are you—?"
Without giving any indication as to what he was planning, Gold swiftly brought one of his hands up and waved it, sending the unsuspecting couple backwards; Killian onto the desks and Emma back into the room she had just came out of. Hitting his head hard and then rolling off of the top of the table, Killian crumpled to the floor in a fetal position, his hand and hook lying directly before him, outstretched. He fought to stay awake but as a blinding darkness began to consume him from all corners of his subconscious, he thought of Emma and how he hoped that she would be able to hold her own against that…ruthless crocodile.
Eyebrows drawn together in anger, Gold turned his attentions to Emma, who had bumped against the wall and landed on her stomach in a state of shock. Instead of doing what he had initially set out to do, which was to destroy them both on the spot, another idea came to mind—a more productive one. Walking past Killian, he approached the recuperating woman and bent down, his cane propping his hands up near his eyes.
Groaning in agony, Emma tried to look up at him but the stinging pain in her back and shoulders prevented her from doing so. In an attempt to regain her footing, she tried to push herself up by placing her hands down beside her and adding pressure through her arms and fingers, but Gold stopped her with a flick of his finger, quickly immobilizing her into her current position—mostly to make it easier on himself.
"What…the…the hell…are you…doing…?" she managed to mumble, her voice coming out in harsh gasps.
"I'm doing what is necessary."
Then, twisting his cane, he magically forced her head into the floor below her, effectively knocking her out in one smooth motion before transporting them to his shop in a puff of red smoke.
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