A/N: just a wee one shot that i've had sitting on my computer for ages bc i literally can't not write golden swan stuff whoops.
There was still some time left before his office hours were officially over but no one had yet to show up (no one ever did) so he figured he could leave. He had gotten hungry and was going to go get some lunch at the little diner down the road from his office. But his travels were impeded when he opened his door to find one of his students standing there, hand poised to knock.
Without preamble he began speaking as he walked towards her intending to push by her. "Sorry, Ms. Swan. Whatever it is will have to wait."
But instead of her stepping out of his way, she braced her hands on the door frame, blocking his exit entirely and forcing him to stop unless he actually intended to physically push past her. He did not intend to do so. He was stronger than he looked, but he suspected the same of her.
He stopped and glared at her. She appeared not to have noticed and took her left hand from he door to look at the watch around her wrist. Sneaky as ever, Professor Gold took this time to shimmy past her. Though she seemed to have expected it and as he moved past her she reached out and grabbed him by the elbow.
"There's still fifteen minutes of office hours left."
He said nothing in return. Instead he turned back towards her and looked at her hand where it gripped him and then slowly brought his eyes up to meet hers. In all his years as a professor he was sure he never gave one of his students a more murderous glare. No one had ever dared touch him like that.
When his eyes met hers, glare firmly in place, she didn't seem deterred in the slightest and kept her hand where it was. His eyes flickered down to it once more and back to her, a silent demand for her to get her hands off him. She did not.
When his eyes met hers the second time she was giving him her best 'what are you gonna do about it' look. He couldn't believe it. Not only had she dared to touch him like she had but she didn't even care how much that pissed him off.
He narrowed his eyes at her as he licked his lips. She was an interesting one. "I'm hungry," he said in a low growl that sounded far less threatening than one would expect.
It was those words that made Emma remove her hand from his elbow. And for some reason, they nearly made her blush. That made less sense to him than anything else that had happened in the past thirty seconds. Perhaps she had finally realized who she had been physically restraining and was embarrassed.
"What?"
"I'm hungry and I'm going to get food. You can either join me and discuss whatever it is you came here for or you can wait until next class or office hours." And then he turned without another word and made his way down the hall. It was only a short while before he heard a huff of frustration and her footsteps following after him.