It was really too blasted cold to be out here tending the garden - but he knew an hour of effort now would be worth it in a little more than a month when he could harvest the kale. He was bundled up in a long dark peacoat with a thick gray scarf around his neck.
"Never was much for kale," Emma had been watching him work for a few minutes now - enjoying the way his hands expertly worked the dirt - teasing the roots of each plant before gently placing it into the soil.
He was startled at her sudden appearance and dropped the small plant he'd been holding.
"I've always been more of a grilled cheese and onion ring kinda girl." She swung her hips as she made her way over to him - knowing full well the good priest had a thing for her and had to be enjoying the view.
"Miss Swan - you startled me," he stammered, reaching down to cup the mangled roots of the poor plant he'd dropped before placing it into the row with the others.
He stood up and brushed his hands together, trying to get off some of the dirt - and failing.
"What can I do for you?" He wasn't sure what could bring her by in the middle of the day like this - even his most dedicated parishioners didn't stop by during normal business hours - and Emma was a casual attendee at best (mostly at the urging of her mother.)
"This particular visit is more about what I can do for you." She said breathily as she closed the distance between them.
His heart hammered in his chest as his mind raced to try and figure out what she was doing - he'd lusted after this woman since the first moment he'd seen her, but he'd never dared to think she'd have any interest in him. Surely he was dreaming.
He shook his head to try and wake himself as she moved close enough to breath hotly on the chilled shell of his ear and whisper "I've wanted you for a long time, Father."
Shivers ran down his spine - and this time, not from the cold, but rather from the heat of arousal rushing through him at her salacious words.
"You want me, too. I can tell," she teased, snaking her hand between them to cup his cock, now straining in the confines of his pants. Her eyes widened as she realized just how big the good Father was.
"Tsk tsk tsk," she clicked her tongue while palming him through the thick material - using his coat to cover her movements in case anyone happened to walk by. "Such a waste."
He gulped at her movements, finally plucking up the courage to speak.
"What is?" He groaned as he felt her fingers undo his belt buckle.
"All of this" she dipped her hand into his boxers to stroke his bare length as she rolled the final word on her tongue suggestively. "Not being put to good use."
He was lucky he didn't come on the spot, hearing her talk like that with his cock in her hand. Emboldened by her obvious desire for him, he decided to play along.
"Who says I can't put it to good use?" He smirked up at her and knew his words had the desired effect when her eyes dilated - the jade reduced to a slim ring, pupils blown wide with arousal.
"When I want to, I can use it quite well, thank you very much," he teased, twisting her around in his arms and pushing up to the wall of the rectory - allowing his hands to roam her form, her simple black cotton dress and tights doing little to hide her womanly curves.
She pushed her hips back into his and he hissed at the contact.
"Want me to show you, Miss Swan?" He growled. "Would you like to feel every thick inch of me pounding into you right here against this wall?"
He rutted his hips forward with each word, stoking her desire.
"God, yes, Father Jones - please." She whined - too turned on to worry about who was in control. She hiked up her dress and let him grab the waist of her tights and roughly push them down, sliding his fingers through her soaking folds as he went.
"So wet for me, Swan. Dirty, dirty girl." He chuckled as he brought himself to her entrance, filling her with one swift stroke with a grunt. She cried out in pleasure and he immediately brought his hand up to cover her mouth.
"Shh shh shh, careful there Swan. Wouldn't want to wake the neighbors - that'd spoil all the fun."
All the while he didn't stop the rocking of his hips - and in mere moments she was shaky on her feet and seeing stars, the delicious drag of him hot and heavy inside of her, stretching her just right - it was the perfect contrast to the cool air swirling around them.
He pounded away, each stroke feeling deeper than the last, until finally she snapped and tumbled over that golden peak - wave after wave of glorious pleasure crashing over her. He followed with another few stutters of his hips - pulsing his release inside her still spasming walls.
They both slumped forward into the wall - Killian using his hands to steady himself and keep his coat wrapped around her while she pulled her tights back up and adjusted her dress. Once she was settled he tucked himself back into his pants and pulled the jacket around himself.
"Well," he huffed, "That was…. ugh…." He couldn't find the words. Honestly - he'd thought it was a dream.
"Definitely not a one-time thing," Emma was still flushed from her orgasm, and the pink tinge to her cheeks made her look somehow more lovely than ever. "In fact, I think I might like kale after all."