I am so sorry! I completely forgot about updating this story. I got so carried away in the writing that I forgot to post lol. SO here's Chapter 8, it had to be divided into two, so technically 9 is done and 10 is starting. I liked this chapter, it was fun to write, even though I had no idea where I was goin with this. Anyways, enough with the ranting! Enjoy!
The fancy Mercedes Benz stops in front of The Rabbit Hole. Throughout the whole ride, Emma and Chris avoided eye contact and well any type of contact at all. Emma still is shaken up by the whole kiss... and the flowers. That kiss was amazing, probably the best she's ever had. It was sensual and passionate, and brought up feelings she's tried to suppress since she first laid eyes on the man next to her. Part of the reason why she avoided him in the car was to prevent her from jumping his bones right then and there, because she wasn't a fan of car accidents.
The other reason is because she doesn't know what to say. She and Chris were supposed to be just friends. This is not supposed to be a date. Graham was supposed to be the single one. He was the one who went after her first. A part of her screamed at her when she stupidly followed Jones into the car. The old Emma would have told him off for kissing her like that. Like he wanted her. Correction. Wants her.
Now, the simple woman from Boston, who was never overly attached to a man...with the exception of Neal Cassidy, the man who sent her to jail pregnant... but that's a story for another time... is stuck between two great guys. She didn't ask for this. She doesn't want it. But her feelings say otherwise. Graham is her boss, a protector, a kind handsome man. Chris is her friend, a man she drooled over at the first glance. He was a man she couldn't have, but wanted, due to his crazy cheating fiancée. Now that he's single, and there, wanting her, she's moved on. Or has she?
But then that small voice pipes up, reminding her that he would be with Laurel right now, if things went differently. He would be planning a future together with his bride, and she would be the friend. The lonely friend.
He takes the key out of the ignition, finally allowing himself to gaze at her. After some time, he realizes she was a cut on her forehead.
"Are you alright darling?"
"What? Oh that? Yeah, Graham already took care of it." Seems the Sheriff has been taking care of a lot of things. Chris thinks.
"So he has... Well, then, we better hurry in then." Chris steps out of the car and runs along to the other side opening her door before she can protest.
"So now you're going to be a gentleman?" She asks, subconsciously licking her lips. He laughs at this.
"I'm always a gentleman love." He grabs her hand and helps her out of the car, kissing her hand once she is out. His lips leave a hot shiver upon her skin, something she craves more of.
"So... um... what is this place?" She asks trying to catch her breath. The simultaneously look to the dark brick building.
"This is where Storybrooke's finest drink their troubles away." He grins.
"You took me to a bar?"
"Well this is a non-date, aye?"
"Aye." She mocks trying to copy his English accent. Normally, when someone would mock him he'd get annoyed, but now, coming out of her mouth, it turns him on like hell.
They walk into the pub and sit at a table.
"I'm going to go get us some drinks." Chris says, and with a wink adds "Don't miss me too much." Emma rolls her eyes but can't fight the smile spreading across her lips. She watches as he retreats to the bar, admiring his backside a little too much. Jealousy springs up as soon as he uses his enchantment on the female bartender at the back. Stop it Emma! The woman seems to have trouble gaining her composure, as she has to hold herself upright by gripping at tge edge of the counter, when Chris converses with her. Emma bites her lip as Chris licks his lips and wiggles his eyebrows at the woman, who smiles back like an idiot. Is that what I look like when he talks to me? She wonders.
"Hi." A voice pulls her back into reality. A man with reddish brown hair sits in Chris's seat. "You're quite the looker."
"Thanks I guess?" Emma says, wishing Chris would hurry back. She turns her head away hoping he will leave her alone.
"Name's Keith."
"Nice to meet you." Emma states looking at her fingernails. Actually it's not, so go away.
"Are you new in town?" Keith continues. "I've never seen you here. What do you say we get out of here, and I'll give you a reason to stay."
"No thanks."
"Don't throw me away yet darling. I haven't shown you what I'm worth yet." Emma jumps as she feels his greasy hand trail down her leg and pinches the skin of her inner thigh.
"Get the hell off me!" She bites, but she's frozen, a memory from her childhood in the system flickers to mind, causing her blood to turn cold.
The brute is yanked backwards abruptly, Emma looks to see Chris staring angrily at Keith, his hand gripping the collar of his shirt fiercely.
"Touch her again and I'll throw you out personally. Preferably in a black bag."
"My apologies." Keith stumbles. "I d...didn't know she was taken."
"Oh she is." Chris growls, surprising himself at his possessive tone. "Now get out of our sight before things get messy...for you."
Keith throws a glance at Emma who's breathing heavily, and then back at Chris, who is practically fuming. When the creep finally leaves, Chris sits beside Emma, who regains control of herself.
"Love, Emma, are you alright?"
"I... yes... I... I'm fine. Thank you." But her trembling hand says otherwise. The man next to her slides his hand across the table to hold hers, drawing comforting circles atop it with his thumb. "Thank you." She repeats, he smiles in turn.
"Now, I believe I was supposed to get you a drink." He waves down a barmaid, with his prosthetic. "A scotch for the lady if you will and a soda for me." He tells the woman. The black haired waitress nods and practically trips over her heels to get to the bar.
"If I didn't know any better," Emma begins with an accusatory tone. "I'd say you were trying to get me drunk." She ends with a wicked smile.
"And why would I do that?" He asks in a deep, husky voice. His blue eyes gleaming in the dimmed bar light.
"Oh, I don't know. Why do guys normally get girls drunk?" She replies in a silky voice. Her own eyes gleaming mischievously. Two could play this game.
"Can't say that I know." He leans back against his chair casually. "Enlighten me." His eyebrows wiggle suggestively.
The waitress returns with a full smile bending over to give Emma and Chris their drinks. Purposely, she leans over, trying to pump out her assets to get Chris's attention, but his blue eyes never leave Emma's. Seeing as she hasn't gotten his attention, she clears her throat.
"If you need anything. My name is Brandy." She tells them. Well, she specifically looks to him when she says it, smiling at him while fluttering her eyes.
"I think I have everything I need right here, thank you." Chris says looking back to Emma, causing her heart to skip a beat.
The waitress, defeated, trots away, leaving them alone.
"I think you hurt her feelings." Emma laughs.
"She'll live." He grins. "On another note, I believe we should have a toast."
"To what?"
"The future."
Emma gulps. What does he mean by that? Our future? Or the future in general. We're not together... we're just friends. But friends don't kiss.
Their glasses clink and they quickly down their drinks.
"Oh bloody hell." Chris groans suddenly, a few drinks later, he still sticking to soda to be able to drive. The normally cheeky grin forms into a tight line.
"What?" Emma asks, but she shouldn't have asked, as the problem is right in back of her.
Laurel.
She's drinking with some ass hat. The woman notices Chris and looks at him. It appears as if she's contemplating coming over there, snatching her black Prada purse ready and excusing herself from the table. Her rouge peplum styled dress is smoothed out carefully by her freshly manicured nails as she stands up from her seat.
"Bloody hell." Chris swears again, throwing back the rest of his drink down his throat, secretly wishing it was rum... or poison. Emma turns to face him. An idea pops in her head. A really stupid one, but the only possible option at this point.
"Do you want to talk to her?"
"Never in a million years."
"Don't read to much into this."
"Into wha..." Emma yanks his head forward by his chain and kisses the daylights out of him. Instantly responding to the kiss, he brings his right hand to tangle with her golden strands. She can feel him smirk into her lips, right before deepens the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth dominantly. She lets out a mix between a gasp and a moan and trails her hand along the back of his neck. She can feel the gaze Laurel has on them, she can hear her stop in her tracks and let out a huff of annoyance before storming out the bar.
They don't break away though. For a moment, Emma forgets why she kissed him in the first place, she forgets why she betrayed her need to take things slow. Surprisingly, it's Chris who breaks away, biting her lip as he does so.
"What was that?" Chris smiles, running his tongue along his swollen lips, the fact that Laurel was there now lost from his thoughts.
"That's my way of getting rid of pests." Emma says panting, finally realizing the consequences of her actions.
"Remind me to call you over if I ever have a rat infestation then."
"Chris, that was..."
"Just for Laurel? I highly doubt it." He scoffs. There's no way he'll let her back out, not when they're this close. "You want me Swan, just admit it. I can give you what the Sheriff never can, and you know it."
"Look. I told you not to read to much into it. I need to figure things out."
"So you passionately made out with me in public, because you wanted to put on a show? Is that it?"
"No... yes... I..."
"And yet you kiss my friend, no hesitations."
"You kissed me before. You changed things." Emma starts to get angry. "We were fine as friends. Why did you have to kiss me?"
"I believe we crosses that line days ago, when you kissed me in the car."
"I..."
"No Swan. You lured me in. You wanted me. So excuse me if I can't get you out of my mind."
"You were with her. And if you didn't catch her cheating on you, you would be married right now! You don't want me right now for me, you want me because I'm plan B." Emma chokes out. "Graham left Regina for me. You're after me to mend your broken heart."
"Swan, I wanted you from before I left Laurel. As soon as I met you I felt..."
"You felt what?" Emma snaps.
"A connection." He finishes, looking deeply into her eyes. "You make me feel things Laurel never has." Her hand flinches as he places it in his. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Things with Laurel were never amazing. But then you showed up in your little bug and turned my world around. I wanted you then, and I want you now."
Emma's throat goes dry, finally breaking from her haze, realizing that they are in a dingy bar with dimmed lights, and music blasting in the background.
"All I want get is, a little bit closer. All I want to know is, can you come a little closer."
Even the music is working against her.
"So, let's make things physical, I won't treat you like you're oh so typical."
She looks to their joined hands, then back up to his face. His blue eyes are piercing hers, lust just oozing out of them. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. Oh, his lips!
"All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me."
He's here with her now, that's got to count for something! Graham is a great guy, he's right, and Chris is wrong, but the best kind of wrong.
Blue eyes emit lust and want, and her head begins to cloud, not knowing whether its due to him or the environment. Maybe its the drinks. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill, slapping it across the table. When she pulls her hand from his and rises from the table, he looks at her with pain. She just rejected him. Great.
"What are you doing?" Chris asks with a cracked voice, watching as she heads towards the door.
"Leaving." She says simply, causing him to look down in pain. Abruptly, the deputy turns around. "Well, are you coming?" An evil smirk appears across her face.
His eyebrows shoot up at this, as he slides off the chair to follow her, smiling like a mad man.
Bubbly laughter fills her head, watching him eagerly follow her out the bar. She feels shivers across her body when he appears right there behind her. His hot breath against her neck. His arms sneaking around her waist.
"Chris." She sighs, leaning her head back against his. "Can you at least keep it in your pants until we make it somewhere private?"
"Keep what in my pants love?" He teases. "Please enlighten me."
She spins around, so that she can look into those dangerous eyes.
"I can enlighten you about a lot if things... afterwards."
He groans as she walks away from him, her words effecting him greatly.
"Careful what you promise a man Swan."
She turns to wink at him and then turns back around.
All of a sudden, a woman's scream pierces the night. Emma and Chris run to the direction of the voice, through an alleyway, all other things forgotten.
It's dark outside, yet enough light is available to see two figures against the wall.
"Let me go!" A woman's voice cries.
"But I'm not finished with you." A man leaning against her moans. He continues to assault her neck, licking at the skin between her breasts of her low neckline. A black Prada purse lies at their feet. Then Emma and Chris both recognize them. The woman is none other than Laurel and the man is the pig from the bar, Keith.
"Get your bloody hands off her!" Chris snarls. Its not that he feels the need to protect Laurel. It's that he can't stand men who force themselves onto women. He has a code.
"Mind your business." Keith laughs.
"Help me, please!" Laurel cries, desperately trying to shove Keith off of her.
But before Chris can react, Emma yanks Keith off Laurel, and as he stumbles off, knees him in the groin.
"Sick jack ass." Emma exclaims, cuffs appear in her hands and she locks them onto Keith's wrists and hauls him upwards. Chris wonders where she kept them on her slim form. "You've earned yourself a cell with your name on it."
Both Chris and Laurel stand shocked at the events before them.
"Th... thank you." Laurel stutters, but she appears more disappointed than grateful.
"We need to get this one to the station." Emma tells Chris, he nods and motions her to the parking lot.
"It isn't a police cruiser, but we can dump him in the back seat. Though I'll have to disinfect it later." Chris states. As he heads off to follow Emma, Laurel grabs his hand urgently.
"Wait!" She exclaims. "Could you drive me to Granny's please?"
Chris looks at the distressed woman, clearly taken aback by her vulnerable state.
"Of course." He says with a smile.
When they reach the car, Emma dumps the pervert in the back seat then closes the door and stands next to Laurel.
Chris goes to open the passenger door for Emma, but instead Laurel pushes past Emma and slips in instead.
"Thank you darling." She says making herself comfortable in the front seat. Chris moves to say something, but Emma stops him.
"No, it's okay." Emma offers a weak smile. "I'll sit in the back. Someone has to watch him anyway."
"If he touches you..." Chris growls.
"He won't." Emma assures him. They both walk around to the other side of the car and enter it.
At Granny's, the Sheriff wakes sweating buckets to a vivid dream. But these weren't just dreams, they were memories. Some were about the queen, some about his wolf and some were extremely sexual. He falls backwards upon his pillow and touches his lips as if he was just in bed with the woman who stole his heart.
The entire car ride is painful and frustrating. Emma wants to pull on Laurel's hair every time she glances at Chris with her goo goo eyes and pouty lips. It is obvious that Chris is aware of Laurel's flirting, as his right hand clenches tightly against the steering wheel. Then she even has the nerve to say things like 'my hero' and 'my savior' to him. For someone who just got assaulted, she definitely seems cheery.
Keith is silent throughout the whole ride, though he occasionally glances at Emma and then Laurel.
As they arrive at the Bed and Breakfast, Laurel reaches out to touch Chris's hand. His jaw clenches at the contact.
"Walk me in please?" Laurel begs, trying to look as scared as ever. Chris looks over to Emma who nods as if to say go ahead.
When they exit the car, Laurel leans closer to Chris as they walk. Upon entering the inn, it is dark and quiet, as everybody is sound asleep.
"Well, I am sorry for what happened to you." Chris states uncomfortably.
"Thank you." She says, tears begin to form at her eyes. "If you weren't there, I don't..."
"It's alright lass, you're safe now." He says, not enjoying her tears.
"You're my hero." She sniffles, wrapping her hands around his neck, bringing him close. She looks deeply into his eyes, and takes his mouth into a heated kiss.
OMG right? Thoughts? Criticisms? Review people! The more the merrier! It prompts me to write more! Also Keith is the Sheriff of Nottingham if you didn't know. How do you think Chris will react to the kiss? How will Emma react? Will Emma go back to Graham? What happened to Gwen? Also, i have completly forgotten about responding to review on the Author's Note, so I'll just PM you guys responses :P It's easier lol. Have a great day!
-XoxPhoenix10
