A/N: Miley-Avril gave me a prompt, and I decided to two-shot that idea. Here is part one. Just a warning that it has some suggestive language and sexual situations. There isn't deep details, but there is some implying. This is dedicated to Miley-Avril.

Emma stormed into the small apartment she's sharing with Mary Margaret. Ripping off the jacket that she was wearing, Emma throws it to the ground before stomping over to kitchen. She ripped open the cabinet that Emma kept her emergency stash of alcohol in. Grabbing the first bottle that her hand touched, Emma grabbed a small tumbler from the cabinet and sat both down on the island.

Staring at the half empty bottle of vodka, Emma's nose wrinkled. Apparently she there had been many needs for emergency alcohol recently. This time it was different. It wasn't just Regina...well it was mostly Regina, but it was also Graham. The way he looks at her, like she is the most beautiful woman on the planet. That first day back at work after she had kissed him had been awkward. She had shrugged it off as a moment of weakness and nothing more.

Was she attracted to Graham? Of course she was. Who wouldn't be attracted to him? The accent alone was enough to make most any woman's knees weak, couple that with the model-like good looks and his kind and compassionate heart, and you had a recipe for practically the perfect man.

Maybe that was it. He was just too perfect, and no man was perfect. That was something that Neal had taught Emma early on. Men only wanted one thing, once they got it, then to hell with you and your feelings. Graham was no different, he was a man. However, the little voice in the back of her head seemed to like to point out the fact that Graham hadn't pushed for a physical relationship. In fact, he hadn't pushed for any relationship.

When Emma told him that it was a mistake, a moment of weakness, she could see the hurt cross his features for a millisecond. He hadn't brought it up once since then. He hadn't tried to touch her or get her to kiss him again.

Emma groaned, as she poured a generous amount of vodka into her tumbler before lifting the glass to her lips and draining it clean of any liquid. She carefully poured another tumbler full before repeating the motion. On her third glass of vodka, there was a light knock on the door.

Sighing loudly, Emma quickly downed the clear liquid, before slamming the tumbler down on the counter-top. "Coming." She slurred out, as the alcohol started to work it's magic.

Slowly, Emma made her way toward the door as her vision started to blur slightly. Pulling the door open, she frowned. "What do you want?" she spat.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." Graham answered softly, concern written on his features.

Emma glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "No, I'm not okay, Graham. I am pissed off. You just stood there while Regina practically banned me from seeing my son!" Emma screamed as tears welled in her eyes. Angrily, she wiped them away.

"What did you want me to do, Emma? Arrest her? There isn't anything I can do. I'm sorry!"

Emma sighed, "I know." She whispered, as she stepped aside, allowing Graham to enter. "I just—I see the way she treats him. Like he's a possession. He's a freaking child, a human being, he doesn't belong to her. He isn't something that she bought in a store! He has feelings, and it hurts me to see the pain that she is causing him."

Graham took a small step forward. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, but ignored it for the time being. "Emma." He murmured.

She looked up at him, tears still pressing against her eyes. "What?" She whispered out softly.

Graham reached out and placed his hands on either side of Emma's shoulders. "Henry loves you. Regina might have raised him, but he still thinks of you as his mother. Just like you said, Emma, she hasn't treated him with respect. She has treated him like he is something that belongs to her, like something she owns. Until she learns to respect Henry, he will never respect her. So, just because she has banned you from seeing him, you can understand that his heart will always be with you because you treat him like he's always wanted to be treated. Like an equal. Like someone worthy of love."

Emma gave him a watery smile, as she carefully brushed away her tears. "You have a way with words, Sheriff."

He winked at her, a smile tugging at his lips. "I guess it comes with the job description, Deputy." He dropped his hands for a moment, and peered into her eyes. "If you need anything... at all, Emma, please let me know."

Emma merely stared back at him. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, as a smile graced her lips. In that moment she was remained what had caused her to kiss him before. The intensity of his gaze was able to melt her walls into a puddle, and those blue eyes were doing a number on her at the moment. Without a second thought, Emma took a step forward. Running her hands up his forearms and encircling around his neck, She pulled his head toward hers, capturing his lips softly. Graham reciprocated quickly, his arms winding around her back, pulling her closer to him. His tongue grazed her bottom lip softly as she opened her mouth, giving his tongue free range.

Emma tangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, as she moved her mouth to place kisses along his jaw. Softly, she pushes off his jacket and vest. Her mouth connects with his in another fiery, passionate kiss as her fingers work the buttons on his shirt. Slipping it off easily, Emma takes a second to gaze at his muscled chest. Smiling at him, she wraps her arms around his neck as he captures her lips again. This time she wraps her legs around his waist. "Bedroom." She mumbles around his lips.

Carefully, with his arms holding her against him, Graham takes the stairs. Kicking the door open, he sits her down on the bed, and smiles down at her. His heart pounds in his chest, as he leans down to connect his lips with hers again.

Graham grinned at Emma, as he brushed back a stray strand of blond hair. "Do you know how happy I am right now?" he asked her, his voice was soft and husky.

Emma's stomach fluttered at the sound of his voice. She bit her lip to keep from smiling back at him. "Not even the slightest clue." Emma shrugged, before turning onto her side to gaze at Graham.

"Am I going to have to show you how happy I am?" he asked, his eyebrows raising slightly.

Emma covered her mouth to stop the chuckle that wanted to escape. "Nope." She said when she trusted her voice. Her hand reached out, grazing against Graham's bare chest. "I would like to know why you've kept this covered up though," Emma prodded, her eyebrow raised expectantly.

Graham chuckled, "Like what you see?"

Emma slapped his chest, and rolled onto her back. "Jackass." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What did I do this time?" He asked, his head propped up by his hand.

"A little full of yourself, Sheriff Humbert?" She asked, her eyebrow cocked.

He shrugged, "Well...if you've got it-"

Emma chuckled, "Oh, please do not finish that sentence!"

Graham sighed, "Well, I suppose I could leave." He mumbled, a grin on his face, "Or...I could..." He turned toward her, his fingers assaulting her sides.

Emma's eyes widened as she gasped, before choking out a laugh. "Graham!" She laughed harder, "Stop it!"

He finally stopped his tickling assault. "I think I've proven my point."

Emma snickered, "What point is that? That I'm ticklish?"

Graham shrugged, "I suppose." He leaned over an kissed her cheek. "I guess that's up for you to figure out."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Just...shut up and kiss me."

Graham grinned, "I think I can handle that." Before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.