Would love some emma/jefferson smut! This ship is unhealthy I swear. I'll bet Emma sleeps with the hat in her bedroom… that's probably prompt enough haha. (Sorry I'm going to come up as anon - I don't have a tumblr but found your blog through livejournal and I love your writing)!
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Jefferson had not expected that when he came crawling out of the hat, that he'd come crawling into Emma's bedroom. In his mind he wondered if she somehow thought he'd reappear to her and they'd conveniently be in her room. It was impossible that she didn't feel the sexual tension between them before. But here he was now, half-past one in the morning, in her bedroom watching her sleep.
She looked beautiful in the pale blue moonlight that slipped through her open curtains, her face peaceful as she slept. This picture was a perfect reward for falling head first into the hat. With Emma asleep he didn't run the risk of being hit with a telescope again or kicked out a window by Mary Margaret. Both injuries had left dark bruises on his pale skin.
Jefferson hovered of the bed, one hand on the headboard, to support himself as he reached towards her hesitantly and stroked a strand of blond hair off of her cheek. She flinched, the muscles in her cheek reacting to the gentle brush of his fingers, but she didn't wake up.
Was it wrong that Jefferson longed to feel another human being in his arms? It had been twelve years since he had been with a woman in the real world, since Grace's mother had been alive. In Storybrooke he hadn't even really shown himself in the town, so having a woman was out of the question. But here was Emma, who made electric shocks ignite beneath his skin when their finger tips had brushed. Made him contemplating pushing her against the shelves of hats and having his way with her. Made him dizzy with desire -
"Jefferson?" She mumbled in her sleep and he froze. Eyes opening quickly out of his fantasies to see if she had awoken. But she hadn't, she was still fast asleep. "Jefferson." Her mouth parted with a little moan as she shifted in her sleep, rolling from on her side to on her back.
Emma Swan was dreaming about him. He grinned mischievously as he watched her sleep. Watched her lips part as she reacted to something in the dream, her lips forming his name silently.
Taking a chance, Jefferson leaned down and kissed her lips gently, not wanting to rouse her. She didn't respond at first, but in that sleep-slow way, she kissed him back. Her lips moved against his, perhaps in accord with whatever she was dreaming they were doing. He let the kiss gain desperation, before he pulled away and watched her react.
"Jefferson." Even in her sleep her voice was thick with desire.
He admired that look, lips parted and shimmering from their kiss, her hands gripping the bed sheets. "If you were awake, you'd deny this dream." He murmured, a hint of sadness in his voice. Emma had led him a long, made him believe she believed and trusted him, only to call him insane and smack him with a heavy metal object. She was a masochist, she'd deny herself her own carnal pleasures just to prove her point. He was sexy, but he was insane - the latter won out always.
"No I wouldn't." Her eyes flew open, startling Jefferson and making him lose grip of the headboard. He fell forward onto the bed, when all him meant to do was step backwards and run for the door, but the pair of slippers at the side of her bed made him loose his footing. So he fell, awkwardly half on the bed and half on Emma.
He scrambled trying to get up, but Emma had wrapped one leg around his waist and held him in place. "Emma I-"
"Kissed me and thought that wouldn't wake me up." Emma's voice was a mixture of sleepy and lusty. "Why are you creeping in my bedroom."
"You wouldn't believe me." Jefferson replied, feeling all of the blood race through his body. The position she had him in was incredibly uncomfortable. Half of his torso was hanging off of the bed, but an important half was being pressed into the mattress by her grip around his waist.
"Try me."
"I came through the hat." He gritted, trying to wiggle his way further up the bed, but her leg muscles trumped him.
"Perhaps I should say realistically try me."
"Alright then." Jefferson gave her a cheeky grin and tried her lips. He pressed his lips against hers, stealing kiss after kiss from her willing mouth.
"Bastard." Emma hissed between kisses, not denying that she wanted him to.
"Let me up." Jefferson rasped, as he fought against the hold of her leg. She complied, shifting her leg off of him and sitting up on her elbows.
"Where are you going?" Emma asked. Jefferson turned back and looked at her, his expression unreadable in the low light. "Get back here now."
"Is that an order Sheriff?" Jefferson kicked off his boots before climbing back onto the bed and positioning himself over Emma, resting his weight on his knees on either side of her still partially blanket covered legs, and on his elbows beside her head.
"Yes. It is." Emma grinned, cupping the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss her.
Jefferson stopped just an inch above her lips, his breath dancing across her face hypnotically. "Is it typical for a Sheriff to let a stranger into her bed? One that's already tried to hold her hostage?"
"Very typical." Emma retorted, trying again to kiss the stubborn man.
"I'm jealous." Jefferson rasped, he pressed his hips against hers with a mischievous grin.
"I can feel that you're jealous." Emma let out squeak at the sensation. "You have too many clothes on."
"I think we're equal." Jefferson teased, stroking his fingers along her bare arm. When he'd first met her she was wearing only a spaghetti strap tank top, much like this one.
"You have a jacket, a vest, and a cravat on. Aren't you hot?"
"Very." Jefferson replied, leaning down and kissing her as her fingers fumbled to remove his overcoat, shucking it off his shoulders and discarding it somewhere at the foot of the bed.
Emma rolled them, sitting astride him as she worked on unbuttoning his vest. Her work kept being interrupted by Jefferson bucking his hips up against her, distracting her from one pressing issue to the other. "Tease."
"I don't tease, I completely follow through." Jefferson reached up and took her cheek, dragging her down for a kiss, his tongue parting her lips and invading her mouth.
Emma finally worked the last button on his vest, prying it open and wiggling to get it partially over his shoulders. She tucked her feet around him and twisted them back over. It was easier for her to undress him if she was pressed against the bed. She didn't want him to have the upper hand, not after everything that had happened at his house. She never wanted to feel helpless.
Jefferson let out a hiss of pain as her palm came in contact with the large bruise across his chest. "I'm fine." He groaned, kissing her again and bucking into her to distract himself from the aching bruise.
"What happened?" Emma asked before realizing that the bruise she'd revealed was from Mary Margaret. "Oh."
Jefferson batted her hands away from the bruise, pinning them above her head. He stared down at her hotly, his breathing ghosting over her lips. "I think there are more pressing issues than a bruise." At his words he pressed against her roughly, showing her just how desperate he was for her. "I need you."
She hooked a leg over his waist, pulling him closer to her. "I prefer the dream Jefferson better." His brows furrowed together and she laughed at him.
"What did the dream Jefferson do that I can't do?" Jefferson released her arms, dragging a finger along the inner part of her arm down to the strap of her tank, he slid it off her shoulder before doing the same thing to the other. His lips traced along the edge of her collarbone, enjoying the way it made her shutter beneath him. "So what did he do that I don't do?"
Emma couldn't think of a coherent thought as he continued to tease her with his lips. As a matter of fact, dream Jefferson hadn't felt this real, except for that kiss and that had been the real Jefferson doing it. She halfway questioned herself as to whether or not this was a dream and she'd wake up in the morning feeling unsatisfied.
He felt real, solid, and warm beneath her palms. Her hands worked at the buckles, buttons, and zippers of his pants - wondering why he wore such difficult pants. He had already, almost unfairly, slid down her cotton shorts, leaving her in nothing but panties in the tangle of limbs and sheets.
It was no surprise to her that Jefferson didn't wear underwear, he struck her as a man who preferred whiskey to beer and going commando to being comfortable. It wasn't a surprise to either of them that they were both desperate to posses one another. The tension that had built up between them had come to a peak and it needed that extra push to send them both careening down a rabbit hole of pleasure and desire.
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Emma groaned as she woke up to the light of the sun streaming in her window and forcing her to reenter the real world. Her dreams had been wonderful. She hadn't had such a vivid dream, in a very long time. But as she stretched in her bed, she realized that it hadn't been a vivid dream. Her foot brushed against Jefferson's leg, waking him up slightly and causing him to roll over, his arm seeking Emma. Like a comfort blanket, he pulled her close to him, burying his face in her hair, and inhaling deeply.
Emma tensed slightly, horrified that she had actually slept with Jefferson - after everything that had happened. But at the same time she curled against him, thankful that the dream had been real. The clock on the bedside table read 9:09, nine minutes past when she should have been down at the station - but it was Friday and Jefferson's arm around her waist was a good excuse for calling in sick.
"You do owe me an apology for the bruise on my cheek though." Jefferson mumbled into her hair, his grip on her waist tightening as he chuckled.
"I don't apologize." Emma replied turning her neck to look back at him without turning in his hold. "But I can do other things in lieu of an apology."
"Like what?" His voice was dark as he kissed the base of her neck.
"You'll see." Emma laughed cheekily, pressing back against him. She hadn't felt this good in a long time and she wasn't quite ready to return to the reality where Jefferson had a long list of petty crimes that he deserved to be in jail for. For right now it was just her and Jefferson chasing whatever they felt between them.