Please do a smutty fic with jefferson deciding he's tired of lying awake thinking about emma in his huge empty house, so decides to pay her a late-night visit at the sheriff's office (where emma is working late on a case or something) and desk sex ensues…

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I would like to make a prompt request. Jefferson arrives in Emma's office and they get carried away and totally forget that Mary Margaret is in the jail and is watching them, incredulously but also amused.

~o~

Jefferson sat his binoculars down, bored with watching Emma working late into the night. He'd been sitting there for well over two hours, just watching the blond sheriff reading files and shuffling papers around her desk. He'd been watching her ever since he'd come back from the hat. She knew he was back too. But of course she didn't know he was still watching her, or perhaps she did because he thought that he'd catch her glancing up towards the house as she worked.

He paced for a few moments, before finally deciding he was going to go down to the sheriff's office and visit Emma. He wanted her and he wasn't going to wait around for a better opportunity to come around. He drove his car down the hill and drove into town, pulling into the parking lot of the Sheriff's Office with the headlights off.

Jefferson was to focused on heading towards Emma's office to notice that Mary Margaret was asleep in her cell.

"What are you doing here?" Emma asked, jumping at Jefferson's sudden appearance in her office. She hadn't been expecting anyone to be at the office at this hour.

"What are you doing here?" Jefferson mimicked, a smirk playing across his lips.

"I'm working on a case." Emma replied, the tiredness in her voice made her sound all the more irritated by his appearance. "Is there an emergency or something?" He stepped around her desk and she tensed.

"I just wanted to see you." Jefferson put his hands on the back of her chair, leaning over her shoulder to look at what she was reading. "Ah, the case against Snow White."

"What?"

"Your mother."

"She's not.." Emma sighed, knowing it wasn't worth the argument. Jefferson breath was hot against her shoulder as he continued to read over her shoulder, setting alight ever nerve in her body. "Couldn't you have just watched me from your house?"

"Not as satisfying." Jefferson commented, reaching over her shoulder to move a page of the notes to continue reading. "The Queen's not going to let this case go easily. She hates Snow."

"Her name's Mary Margaret."

"Yes, but Mary Margaret wouldn't kick someone out of a window either." Jefferson rested his other hand on Emma's shoulder, growing bolder with his touches. She leaned into the touch and surprised him. "That was very mean of the two of you."

"Well so was lying to me and tying us up."

"You enjoyed it." He pressed his lips against the curve of her ear as he spoke. "Don't deny it. You know you did."

"Jefferson-" Emma gasped as he nibbled at her ear, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh. "You're crazy."

"It's all your doing."

"I thought it was the "evil queen's" doing?" Emma commented, trying to keep her words coherent despite the electricity running rampant through her body with everyone of his teasing touches.

"Yes, the madness was her doing, but you are the one who is driving me crazy." His hands slid up and down her shoulders, feeling the goose-pimples rising up beneath his touch.

"Stop this." Emma hissed, standing up quickly and attempting to put space between them. He stepped closer to her, effectively penning her between him and her desk.

"If you ask me to stop, I will. I'm not going to force you." Where would the fun be in that? Jefferson gave her a mischievous grin, his eyes locking with hers. He willed her to kiss him, eyes flickering between her's and her lips.

"But I don't want you to." Emma whispered, leaning towards him and kissing him, giving into the desires that made her stomach tighten. He pushed her up onto the desk, settling himself between her legs as she wrapped them around him.

In the back of her head she remembered that Mary Margaret was in a cell in the room over, as her name plate fell of the desk, joined shortly by pens and pencils and a stapler.

They wasted little time with each other's clothes as the contorted their bodies to remove the offending garments and lose little of the friction as they pressed against each other. Lips parted only for their moans and sucks of air that was necessary. The thought of keeping quiet for Mary Margaret's sake was let gone as soon as their last shreds of garments were removed and Jefferson took her, there, on her desk. She clung to him desperately, fingers skimming through his hair, tracing the outline of the ridged scar around his neck.

"You're beautiful." Jefferson murmured hotly against the skin of her shoulder as he buried his face there. This was everything he'd imagined, the beautiful satisfaction of having her bare in his arms, legs wrapped around him, moving together.

Emma didn't know what to say back to him, she didn't even know if she could form coherent words as he leaned her back against the desk, the feeling of abandoned pens and papers digging into the bare flesh her back. She'd wanted this since he'd pushed her into this work space and held a gun to her head. She wanted him to put the gun down and push her against the shelves of hats, forgo making her create a hat for him. That had been a fantasy that had played out in her mind that had distracted her from working on this case tonight. She hadn't expected that he'd show up in her office and take her against her own desk. It had never even crossed her realm of possibilities.

But neither had him falling out a three story window and surviving to do this. Nor had the thought that Mary Margaret was Snow White and her mother. Or the fact that as she let out a shout of pleasure that Mary Margaret - her mother - was listening to her mewls of passion. She wouldn't be able to face her in the morning without being crimson with embarrassment.

"This puts a new spin on office work." Jefferson grinned, satisfied. Her dipped down to kiss Emma, brushing her blond hair out of her eyes. This certainly beat watching her from afar.