When did scrub pants become sexy?
No one had given Emma this memo but here she was, daydreaming about the way those pants stretched across Killian Jones' ass. And what a good-looking ass it was. It looked firm, something you could hold onto when pulling him deeper into you and the view from the front wasn't half bad either, not when you could tell how blessed he was with every step he but when he was reaching for things off of the stock shelves, that's when she'd lose it. She'd tilt her head to the side and run her tongue along her bottom lip she would feel a warmth start to creep over her body. Her breathing increased ever so slightly and she internally cursed herself; she didn't need to alert Killian that she was being affected so deeply just by standing in such a small space with him because if she did he would certainly see the blush of pink across her cheeks or the dilation of her pupils. With a burning she could feel low in her belly she knew she was already wet, completely ready for this incorrigible man.
Killian's scrub top would then raise up in the most teasing way, giving her an uninterrupted view of the treasure trail of hair that disappeared into the band of his boxer briefs – yes, you could always tell what underwear he wore, a fact she was highly thankful for. Emma could also see a peek of the tattoo that rested on his hipbone. Oh that tattoo. It was never fully on display but she just knew it was nautical themed because Killian was always going on about his stupid boat, the Jolly Roger, that she in no way ever wanted to be taken out on. And when he has to stand on his tiptoes she gets a slightly better view of everything that makes her mind really start to wonder.
Emma dreams of pushing him up against the stock shelves, having him wind his hands around the steel columns for support. Nibbling on his earlobe, she leaves hot open mouth kisses and little bites down his neck while working the laces of his scrub pants loose. When they come loose she gives a triumphant smile against his neck and catalogues the throaty moan he releases when she slides both hands around his waist to dip inside the band of his boxer briefs, giving that firm ass a good squeeze.
Dropping to her knees Emma takes Killian's scrubs and underwear with her. The effect she's had on him standing free and proud. Looking up at him green meet a stormy shade of blue,his pupils blown wide with desire. Emma presses wet kisses from his belly button all the way to that delicious tattoo, biting at the inked flesh and tracing its perfect lines with her tongue. When she pulls back to look up at him again and licks her lips his eyes flutter shut, licking his own as his head falls back to the shelf with a soft thump. Emma stifles a laugh at his already obvious reckless abandon and takes Killian into her warm hand. Running the velvet smooth length of him until she brushes her thumb across the tip his hips jerk forward and Killian lets out a grunt as his head falls forward again to watch her through hooded eyes.
Keeping a hand pressed flat on his abdomen, fingers toying with the raised flesh of that damned tattoo, Emma takes him into her warm and welcoming mouth inch by inch. Lightly sucking while she pulls her way back she releases him with a small wet pop. Going back for him she swirls her tongue around the bell shaped tip of him, the sounds of Killian's labored breathing filling the small stock room. Taking all of him back into her mouth until her nose is tickled by that glorious trail of soft brown hair Emma hums a little tune as she bobs and sucks him into oblivion. Killian has let one of his hands untangle from the shelving unit to bury into Emma's golden tresses, effectively working her ponytail loose. Her fingers seemingly play along his hipbone with whatever tune she's humming around his heavy arousal.
Emma notices the bobbing of his adam's apple as he swallows thickly, his lips falling open again to release a breath that sounds completely wrecked. She can feel him getting close to the edge by the way his muscles are tensing underneath her fevered ministrations and he's trying not to flex himself too hard against her face. Quickening her pace and hollowing out her cheeks she relaxes her throat to take him all in. Fisting his hand tightly in her hair Killian comes hard with her name on his lips in a breathy prayer. She swallows down every last drop he offers, releasing his softening cock with one last lick and quick kiss to the tip.
Emma sets back on her haunches and rights her ponytail as Killian pulls his pants back up. Retying the laces of his scrubs he gives her that trademark smirk of his and Emma just gives him a small laugh covered by a smile while shaking her head. "Oh shut up Jones."
Standing up she starts to walk out of the storeroom but Killian is calling her name.
"Emma. Hey, Swan you in there?"
Emma's head snaps at attention, blinking her eyes a few times with a small shake of her head, the blurred edges of her daydream haze melting away to reveal Killian standing in front of her. He's waving his hand in front of her face, that all too telling smirk plastered on his stupid face and raised eyebrow that tells her he knew exactly where she was just now.
"Just wondering why you dragged me in here Jones. It doesn't take two of us to get these supplies." She huffs with annoyance.
"Perhaps I just enjoy your company love."
Rolling her eyes she lets out a please then turns and leaves, hearing the full blown laugh he lets out as she makes her retreat.
Making her way back down the hall she makes a mental note to stop at her locker for a quick change - there's no way she's finishing this shift with panties this wet.