Title: Surrender
Part One: Sheriff Graham
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Sheriff Graham & Emma Swan; Mentions of Emma/Graham & Regina/Graham
Summary: Graham can't get Emma out of his mind. And the fact that the thoughts he's having will piss Regina off makes them all the better.
Warnings: Wanking, showers, PWP.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Written for ouatkinkmeme on LJ. The request was or Huntsman/Graham Masturbation: "I just love the image of this gorgeous man playing with his cock." Here you go.

Graham isn't even sure what's coming out of Emma's mouth at the moment. A minute ago, he'd asked her why Regina got to her so badly and the next he was memorizing the way her mouth moved when she spoke. He was trying not to let his eyes wander, but she was truly and exquisite woman.

"Graham, are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, Regina is a bitch, controlling, blah, blah, blah. We all hate her," he teased, trying to recover.

Emma rolls her eyes.

"I need to go. I'm meeting Margaret for dinner. Call if you need me."

Graham waved and watched his Deputy leave the station, finding it easy to let his eyes roam over her entire body when she wasn't looking.

He wondered what it would take to convince her to go to bed with him, just once.

Regina would die if he found out and Graham was okay with that. Hell, he'd fuck Emma Swan just to piss Regina off. It was why he'd hired her in the first place. He'd do anything to break free of her hold. Up until now he'd never had a reason to question their arrangement, but now…

Graham stands, heading out of the station. He doesn't really need to be here. He and Emma have done nothing but sit around the station for the past three days. Storybrooke was dead to the world and he preferred it that way. He didn't need murders or hard crime in his town.

And thinking about Emma Swan's legs wrapped around his legs with her long hair barely covering her bare breasts had him in need of a nice, cold shower.

Graham kicked his shoes off as he entered the door and his tie was off before it shut behind him.

Images of Emma flashed through his mind as he undressed. He was fully erect by the time he stepped into the shower.

Graham let the water wash over his back as he placed one hand against the wall for leverage and the other pumped away at his cock. He imagined Emma walking in, looking for him so they could work a case, and finding him pleasuring himself as he called out her name.

She'd be too surprised to do anything but stand there for a moment, just long enough for him to pull her into the shower with him. He wouldn't even bother to fully undress her before fucking her silly against his shower.

And she'd scream him name.

She had that wild look to her at times. He longed to know how wild she could be when no one else watching.

Graham was biting his lip, stroking himself as fast as he could manage. Wanking in showers or in the cruiser wasn't going to cut it for much longer. If he didn't fuck her soon, he was going to explode.

He came then, all over the shower wall.

Graham leaned back, catching his breath.

Emma Swan was going to be the death of him.