Am I the only one who was not really impressed with last night's episode? Regina and Robin are annoying me, I feel badly for Belle and this Snow Queen just makes me cranky. Since the episode didn't give me much go on, I didn't think I'd have anything to write but then this popped into my head while I was trying to fall asleep.

Rating: bordering on M because of language & sexual themes.


"Ready to call it a night?" Elsa had since left. Emma continued to look through the items the Snow Queen had saved from her childhood, trying to make a connection in her brain. She knew it was useless since her memories were gone.

"Yes, love. I don't think we're going to make any more progress this evening." He held out her jacket to assist her in putting it on. She shrugged it on quickly, pulling her long hair out from under the collar.

He followed her out the front door, waiting as she flipped off the lights and locked the door behind them. He held out his arm for her to take but was rewarded with a sharp jab of her elbow to his ribs. "Oi! Swan! What was that for?"

"Don't I know it?" She mimicked him poorly.

"Careful Swan, you don't want to appear jealous do you?" He was smirking.

She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not jealous. Like you said, you're like two-hundred years old. I hardly expect you to be a virgin, captain."

He stopped and turned to face her, hand immediately going to her waist to pull her even closer. Lips ghosting above hers, voice dangerously low. "Love, I am quite sure you'll more than appreciate my lack of virginal knowledge whenever we're finally alone."

"We're alone right now." The words fall from her lips before she can stop them. She's supposed to be pissed at him or at least even mildly annoyed but he's in her space, taunting her and looking like that and dammit, he is right. Usually a man with a ego as large would be compensating for something, but she's fairly confident his ego is every bit deserved. Not as though she intends to inflate it further.

"I like the way you think." He murmurs before kissing her. It's slow and lazy, as though they have all of the time in the world. He captures her top lip between his, sucking gently until she granted him access. His hand left her waist, coming up to cup her neck and angle her head to where he wanted it, before sliding back down her body slowly before finally resting at under her jacket at the small of her back. His tongue explores every inch of her mouth, slowly as though he's committing it to memory. He's alternating between shallow and deep swipes with his tongue and she knows exactly what he's doing. Unfortunately, it's working. Her body feels as though it's on fire, every nerve ending tingling.

She groans when he ends the kiss, tugging on her bottom lip before releasing it with a soft pop. Featherlight kisses cross her cheek before turning to open mouth ones pressed against her neck. She tilts her head, granting him better access, one hand running through his hair, the other on his waist, fingernails beginning to dig in through the thin material of his shirt. He reaches the point where her neck and shoulder meet and bites down. Her nails dig into his side and scalp simultaneously as her hips roll up into his seeking friction. He tenses for a second before moving his way down her chest to kiss the tops of her breasts.

Her back arches, urging him lower and she feels his hand come from around her, hopefully to pull down her shirt and stop teasing her when the sound of a car door closing in this distance jolts her back to reality. They're outside and she's about two minutes from having him take her against the nearest wall. Her entire body aches for him but she feels herself deflate. He senses it and pulls back, looking at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

"We can't do this here." She doesn't recognize the desperate, breathless sound of her voice.

"Mmm." He says non-committally. He doesn't move to let go of her, to put any space between them. His next words almost do her in. Stupid accent. "How close are you, Emma?"

"Pretty close." She confesses.

"We could go back inside." His lips are against her ear and most definitely are not helping.

The chair, her desk, the bench, the narrow cot. There are more than enough placed he could fuck her senseless. Just need to turn off the cameras her brain chimes in. She's two seconds from hauling him back inside when the voice of reason pushes to the front of her mind.

"We can't." She says defeatedly. "I mean, we can but I don't want to."

He says nothing just raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

How did the man manage to fluster her this badly? "I mean I want to, of course I want to, but not here." She breaks off in a sigh before continuing. "We'd have to rush, I'd have to turn off the cameras, I want more than...you're more than..."

He nods in understanding. "Than a quick fuck on your desk. I understand love and wholeheartedly agree. 'Tis not the time or place. You deserve a real bed at the very least. That wasn't quite what I had in mind though it could easily progress there. It's bad form to leave a lady in need. I was merely suggesting that be resolved indoors."

She hesitated again. It's not like it would take that long. But it would be incredibly unfair to him if she couldn't reciprocate. She snorted. "Always the gentleman. I'll survive. Are you okay?" She gestured between them hoping he would get her meaning.

A faint smile played on his lips. "Emma, I've wanted you for quite some time now. Another evening will not kill me. Perhaps you might take a look at the apartments your lad circled in the newspaper though."

"Yeah, right away." She took a step back. "So we're gonna get in the car and I'm going to drop you off at Granny's and turn I'm going home."

"I'll be on my best behavior if you will,Swan."

The car ride was silent and tense but blessedly quick. Not wanting to linger and put themselves in the same situation again, he pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. "Goodnight, Emma."

Her fingers found his face, turning it so she could press her lips to his. She pulled back slightly, lingering, part of her wanting him to tell her to come inside, the other part wanting him to tell her to go home. "I only have so much restraint, love." He whispered.

She sighed. "Night, Killian."

He smiled softly before getting out of the car.

Half an hour later his phone buzzed. There was a text message from her. Found two decent sounding places. Going to schedule appointments to see them tomorrow, bearing any Snow Queen catastrophes.

Sounds lovely. He typed. Now go to bed Swan. I need my beauty sleep as I'm sure you do as well. Don't all princesses?

Fuck you, Jones.

He chuckled at her reply. Soon enough Swan. 'Be patient.' He couldn't resist.

You'll pay for that.

Looking forward to it love.


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