A/N: Sorry this took a little while. (Finals, you know) This was just too much fun to write. Going to be bouncing back and forth between the two a little bit, so I hope its not to confusing. Hope you all like it!
Mr. Gold knew the minute he hung up the phone there was no way the Sheriff was going to actually come down to the office. At least not anytime soon. From the tone of her voice, she had sounded very irritated and flustered in general. Too bad, because his favor had actually been a rather simple request. It had taken a while for his erection to finally subside, and now he could think clearly again. He looked at the clock, frowning when he saw the time. He had called the Sheriff's office nearly twenty minutes ago. With a slight shake, he closed his shop early. If the Sheriff wanted to make a fuss over him calling in his favor, that was fine. He would simply go to her to inform her of it.
Emma knew there was no way she could go down to Mr. Gold's office in the state she was in. She had tried pacing around the office, splashing her face with cold water…nothing helped! She couldn't get the image of him out of her head, the dream constantly dancing before her eyes. She had even tried reading an article about the weather. Nothing worked. The ache between her legs no longer cried for relief…now it was demanded! With a sigh, Emma slumped into her chair. After peering outside her office, she was relieved to see that the last of the staff had gone home.
'Gold's 'favor' is just going to have to wait' she thought to herself as she leaned back into her chair again, hand slipping between her legs.
As he approached the office, he couldn't help but find it strange that the building had been left unlocked. Opening the door, he looked around, finding it even stranger that no one else was in the office. Peering down the end of the hallway, he saw the Sheriff's office. The door was slightly cracked open. Feeling cold, he couldn't help but get the intense feeling of dé·jà vu. The Sheriff's office suddenly seemed miles away. Mustering up his courage, he swallowed nervously, fighting the urge to drop his cane and head for the mountains. With slow, deliberating walks, he inched his way down the hallway.
He was about to knock on the door when he heard a muffled gasp come from inside.
'Oh damnation, you can't be serious!' he pinched his mouth together as his cock immediately stiffen again.
Leaning against the wall, he huddled himself into the crevice peering ever so slightly into the room, feeling his arousal spike up to dangerous levels.
There she was again, legs on the desk, this time wearing jeans and a blouse. She was no less beautiful. Shoes on the ground, he could see her toes curling from the pleasure, he could see the rhythm of her hips as she grinded into her fingers. She was chewing on her bottom lip, forehead damp with sweat and her blonde hair poured over her face. He was becoming painfully hard as he watched her groan and pant as she neared completion.
"Oh come already!" he whispered frantically, coming to a start when he realized he was rubbing himself again. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he couldn't help but smirk. "No Emma, you can't come"
He watched her slump back her chair, a frustrated growl coming from the back of the Sheriff's throat. Smirking growing wider, he watched her stop for a minute to shove her jeans down to her ankles, revealing her soaked, gold underwear. Hooking two fingers into the lace, she pulled the annoying garment aside and inserted two fingers deep inside her slit. The blonde was so close but still so very far away from her goal. She unhooked one finger from her underwear and began stroking her aching clit with her free finger, her other hand still plunging in and out of herself desperately.
"Uh…gaahh.." she groaned.
"Not yet Emma" he groaned, sliding his own hand down his pants as he rubbed his throbbing hardness.
Her eyes were closed so tightly and breath came in strangled gasps, matching his own. His eyes trailed over her body and he could see her nipples poking from her blouse in little hard knobs. One hand shot up and she immediately began to undo the buttons of her blouse. He could see the sweat dripping from her neck down to her matching gold bra.
"Please do not let me wake up" Gold whispered frantically under his breath, as he continued stroking himself "Not yet Emma, not yet"
Leaning into the room as far as he dared, he watched her moaning as she began muttering incoherent words again. He was so close, so close, so close-
"…Gold…" a breathless cry escaped from the Sheriff's mouth.
Nothing could have prepared him for that! Losing his grip on his cane, he cursed as it let out a loud clunk!
"What the hell!" he heard Emma scream.
"What the hell!" Emma cried as she shot up from her seat.
Hurriedly tugging her jeans up off the floor, she furiously went to button her blouse up with shaking hands, not caring if she was off by a few buttons. Face tomato red, she turned to face the man who was now clutching the wall for support. She knew, without a doubt, that he had seen and hear everything. She was so embarrassed she could probably cry! Storming across the room, he glared as he stumbled to regain his footing. She was nearly on top of him when her eyes slid down on their own according to his straining erection.
"I really can explain" Mr. Gold panted as he dragged himself to his feet.
"Yeah, you'd better" the blonde folded her arms in front of herself and did her best to glare at him. She pulled if off rather well, considering she was nearly in the same state as he was. "You know what no, don't bother. Get out before I arrest you!"
"If you would just please-"
"Out! I want you out you arrogant bastard!"
"Emma, enough!" this was not ending here, not if he had anything to say about it!
The fight went out of her almost immediately. He watched her blue eyes widen, mouth suddenly silent as she watched him pull himself up to his full height. Slamming the door shut behind them, he heard her give out a startled gasp. Not bothering with his cane, he advanced towards the Sheriff, forcing her to meet his gaze. She inched away from him. Soon, he had her pinned against the back of her desk. With a grin, he found the courage to step forward and close the gap between them.
"What are you doing?" once again, her voice was becoming very ragged as he moved in on her.
She tried side stepping away from him. With a snarl, Gold found the belt loop on her jeans and yanked her back to him with such force that she let out a startled yelp. Hands placed firmly on her hips, he forced her to stay right where she was.
"I only want to know one thing" he was now standing right between her legs, days of unreleased tension pulsating almost violently across the room, "Why did you stop?"
Emma opened her mouth to say something, but only a strangled moan came out.
"You looked like you were struggling just a few moments before" his voice was now a low caress that rumbled pleasantly against her skin, "If you need help with that, all you have to do is ask…Emma"
Eyes darkening with desire, Emma lurched forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that he returned eagerly. She tasted like hot chocolate with…cinnamon. Cinnamon and whipped cream. With his hands underneath her legs, he helped her adjust herself to a sitting position on her desk. With one hand, he viciously tugged down her jeans and kicked them clear across the room. Next went her underwear. Her legs went up to his waist, and he immediately sought the hot passage between them.
With one hand, he slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. Desperate to feel more of her, he slid one finger inside her, free hand massaging her breast, his thumb tracing paths around her nipple. Sliding a second finger into her wet, tight passage, he concluded that this was by far, better than dream by a long shot. She was clinging to his jacket so tightly that he could see her knuckles turning white.
"Shit!" the gasp tore from her throat, free hand smacking into the wall with such force that several papers from the top shelf were knocked off.
He grinned against her mouth as he watched her pant and plead for more. It wasn't long before her hands reached down and began fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
"Not yet!" he growled at her as he knocked her hands away, "Ladies first"
Removing his fingers from her, he began stroking and pinching her engorged clit, loving the sight of her head throwing back, a silent scream on her lips. But then, the Sheriff did something he was not expecting. Reaching down, she managed to unzip his pants, her hands grasping at his aching hardness.
"No" She hissed, and for a moment he stopped, groaning as she rubbed up and down his length. Looking up, he was almost startled by the defiant expression on her face, "Now!"
"Yes ma'am" he said with pleased grin.
He allowed her to fully unbutton his pants. She was surprisingly aggressive, but he loved every minute of it. Grasping him in her hand again, she tugged him toward her hot, awaiting passage. Not wanting to delay any further, he buried himself deep inside her. One hand tangled in hair, he hooked another leg underneath his arm and brought it over her shoulder. She was still clinging to his jacket, both too lost in the moment to bother removing anymore garments. He began to move inside her at a hard, frantic pace.
"Miss Swan are you in there!" there was a furious shout across the hallway, freezing both of them, both of them breathing a sigh of relief at the still closed door.
"Oh jeez really" he heard Emma whisper beneath him. Mr. Gold also felt his earlier annoyance coming back full force.
Regina was in the department, and by the angry click of her heels, they could hear her storming through the other rooms. He felt Emma move to get up. One hand placed against her shoulder, he shoved her back down.
"What are you doi-?" he cut her off with another passionate kiss.
"Let's see how well you can keep quiet" he murmured against her mouth, sending delicious shivers all over her body.
One hand entwining with hers to prevent her from smacking the wall again, he kissed her again with as much ferocity as before. Regina was still angrily storming around the department demanding to see Emma, who was currently doing her best to hold her breath by chewing on her bottom him. Mischievous twinkle in his eye, he snaked his free hand down between them, once again rubbing Emma's clit as he thrust himself slowly inside her. Her tight, hot walls began clamping around him and he suppressed a groan by burying his face into the curve of her neck, his grip on her hair so tight it must've hurt.
Meanwhile, Regina was dangerously close to the Sheriff's door. Her high heels were clicking louder and louder.
"Come Emma" his whispered almost silently into her ear, "Come"
Legs now clamped tightly around her waist, Emma couldn't move, couldn't breathe as she lay trapped beneath Gold, who was now thrusting harder and faster by the moment. All she could do was feel. Eyes pinched tight, her back arched almost painfully as the tremors of the long awaited orgasm shot through her body. Red hot pleasure running through her body, the powerful orgasm rocked her entire body into powerful spasms. Gold immediately freed both his hands and grabbed her legs to hold her still.
Regina was less than two steps away from the door. Gold felt Emma clamping around him so tightly that he knew his release was less than moments away. There was a click of the door knob behind them. With a guttural moan in his throat, he thrust urgently inside her, the release so wonderful it was almost painful, his thrusts becoming jarring and erratic.
"Miss Swan, are you in there!" Regina was a fraction of a second away from bursting right into the office when her cell phone began ringing wildly. With a huff, she flipped it open. "What? Are you serious! You can't handle one little thing while I'm gone!-"
The pair breathed a sigh of relief as the angry Mayor Mills turned and stomped out the department with a huff.
"Shit!" Emma groaned, laying flat out against the desk as she struggled to catch her breath.
His limbs beginning to work again, Mr. Gold pulled himself off of Emma to look at her. If she had been positively beautiful before, she was glowing radiantly now.
"Miss Swan" he chuckled lowly in her ear, "I reiterate my earlier offer; anytime you need help with something like that again, don't hesitate to ask"
Emma suddenly frowned. "Uh, I need to get going. Get off me now"
"You don't care much for cuddling, I take it" he said with a smug grin.
"No, not really" Emma placed a firm hand on his chest and gently pushed.
"Alright" he said with another chuckle, "I'll let you be"
He moved off her to readjust his pants, but not before leaning back in for one more scorching kiss, which she returned enthusiastically. Tidying up the rest of his clothing he reclaimed his cane at the end of the room. Giving the Sheriff one final farewell, he was soon out the door. This night had indeed turned out much nicer than he had originally anticipated. With a self satisfied smirk, he walked down the sidewalk, not even pausing to glance at the stunned Regina on the other side of the street.
"Shit, what the hell just happened?" Emma said, her face buried in her hands as she sank into her chair. Her pants and underwear were scattered across her room and her blouse and bra were dampened with sweat.
Her body was now fully satisfied, and for the first time in days, she found she could finally think straight. Struggling to still catch her breath, she gingerly pulled her clothes back on, feeling extremely vulnerable. The phone next to her rang, making her jump. As she pulled up her jeans she walked over to the phone, but a sudden thought made her stop dead in her tracks.
'Smug bastard never asked for his favor!'
Epilogue:
"I'll be home as soon as possible, I just have some extra paperwork to straighten out" Emma reassured an anxious Mary Margaret on the other side of the line.
It had been a few days since her friend's release from prison, and Mary Margaret was sometimes anxious about being left alone for extended periods of time. After a few more quick reassurances, Emma was finally able to hang up the phone. It had been a few days since Mr. Gold had come by her office, the thought to the encounter still making Emma blush.
"Why Sheriff" a warm, seductive voice startled her out of her trance, "I hope nothing is amiss. You look positively…flushed"
Emma followed the voice the door, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. There was Mr. Gold, standing at the foot of her door, trademark smirk in place.
Emma couldn't help but smirk back. "What can I do for you, Mr. Gold?"
"Well, something was brought to my attention the other day" he approached her desk with that slow, deliberating walk of his, his smirk growing dangerous as he leaned over her desk, "I can't help recall that I never collected my favor from you"
The End
Hope you enjoyed that! Once again, thank you to all of the reviewers/alerts/and to those who made this story a favorite! And, if you're interested, I'll have one more smut story up in the next few days called, 'Lonely Souls', pairing Emma&Belle. Yes, you read that right! :)
