A/N: Sorry for the delay; as some of you may remember I am very nervous writing smut and I've been obsessively over-analyzing this chapter. So, here it is; I hope you enjoy it. And Please (especially on this chapter) Review.
Emma had woken earlier than usual; she had slept like a rock but when she woke with the sun she knew there would be no falling back asleep. Gold was still passed out cold when she left; she considered waking him but decided against it. Emma felt awkward, almost like she didn't know what she would say if he woke up. Nothing had happened last night, yet while lying with her head on his leg she experienced one of the most profound moments of her life.
Emma arrived at Henry's school just before the morning bell; she found him sitting on a bench alone…again. She wasn't sure what she was going to tell him, but she was afraid if he couldn't find her then he might think she just left him, or come looking for her. Plus, she didn't want Regina filling his head with god only knows what kind of ideas.
"Hey kid…" she said smiling, tossing his hair between her fingers. Henry looked up from his book and smiled brightly as Emma sat beside him.
"Hey Emma…"
"Listen Henry, I wanted to be the one to tell you, um, Gold has a weekend retreat planned and I might not be around for a few days. But you can call me if you need me…" she added quickly. Henry pressed his lips together and nodded quietly.
"You aren't leaving Storybrooke are you? You know what will happen…" he asked anxiously.
"No, we won't, I promise." In truth, Emma still had no idea where they were going; but she didn't want the boy to worry.
"He's making you happy, isn't he?" Henry whispered. It was a statement more than a question and there was no emotion in his voice. Emma was concerned with how he felt, but she couldn't suppress her smile as she nodded.
"He is…he's been very good to me; better than I ever imagined he could be." Henry smiled then and the school bell rang. He grabbed his bag and waved as he ran off; telling her to have fun over his shoulder. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief; now that that was over with, she prepared herself for the worst part of her day – the anticipation of waiting.
Gold walked into the station with breakfast and coffee; he woke alone this morning to find Emma already gone. It was just as well, he wouldn't have known what to say to her anyway. He hadn't wanted to admit it, but with each passing moment the trembling in his nerves worsened. He was a broken old man and she was a vibrant force to be reckoned with; the fear that he would disappoint her was incredibly real.
He set the coffee and food on Emma's desk; he had to get out to the cabin for a last minute delivery and didn't have time to wait. As he left her office, he practically collided with Emma in the hall.
"Gold…" Emma breathed heavily, laughing as she brought her hand to her chest. "You scared me."
"Sorry, love; I didn't even hear you come in…" he said, leaning against the door frame. Emma slipped her hands over his shoulders, stepping into his embrace.
"Is everything alright, Mr. Gold?" she asked feigning concern as she pressed herself against him. Gold quirked a smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Perfect…" he whispered. "I just brought you some breakfast and coffee; I wasn't sure if you had eaten before you left." Emma looked at her desk hungrily, and Gold smiled smugly knowing he was right. Emma's fingers tangled in his hair as she brought her lips to his, kissing him softly. Gold moaned against her lips as he held her firm against him.
"Thank you…" she said against his lips, kissing him again. "Will you be joining me?" Gold brushed a strand of hair from her face, shaking his head sadly.
"Unfortunately not, I have a few last minute things to take care of. But, you will be done with work at one o'clock and I will pick you up around four to four-thirty."
"Why such a time difference? Will you be home at least?" she asked quickly. Emma paused as she realized that she just referred to his house as home; she had never called any of the houses she grew up in home. Gold raised a curious eyebrow at her but let it go.
"Well, as I said I have a few things to take care of and I want you to rest and relax before dinner."
"You're killing me, Gold. I don't want to wait longer; I want tonight to be here now…" Emma pouted and mentally grinned at the smirk that played on his lips.
"Eager, are we?" he asked playfully with a suggestive grin. "What do you think? I've wanted this for weeks…" Gold leveled Emma with an incredulous stare.
"You make it sound like I haven't…" Emma shrugged her shoulder, knowing he was right. The tension has been building on both sides and it's a wonder they made it this long without doing it sooner.
"Fine…four o'clock and not a moment later. We can sit and wait at the house if you want or just go early. But I want you home at four…" She said sternly.
"As you wish…" Gold whispered, bringing his lips to hers. Emma's smile stretched from ear to ear. Gold winking at her as he limped from her side. She stared after him, wondering how she'd get through these next few hours. Emma moved quickly to her desk going for the coffee first, practically gulping the hot liquid. Her heart was already racing in her chest; coffee was probably the worst thing to drink right now.
She smiled brightly as she stared at the bouquet of white and pink roses still displayed prominently on her desk. It was driving her crazy that Gold refused to tell her anything about what he had planned, and though her nerves were still on edge her fear was gone. Gold has been nothing but patient and understanding of her to the extent of planning this weekend just so her first time could be special; she knew she was in safe hands.
Emma took a deep breath, determined to calm herself down. Obsessing over it would only tire her out more and she intended to enjoy every moment of tonight, no matter how crazy or stressed she found herself. She stared at the mountain of paperwork on her desk, relieved for a distraction. At least she would have mind-numbingly boring work to occupy the endless hours of silence.
Gold walked inside the cabin, carrying his cane in his hand as he inspected the cleaning job. Though he's had this place for thirty years, he never really bothered to actually make it livable. The old dilapidated furniture that was here would be removed when the delivery truck arrived. The dirt and dust that was caked on the windows had been washed off, letting a small amount of light shine in. The wooden floorboards looked brand new after a thorough scrubbing. Everything had been dusted and all the cobwebs cleared; as he looked around, he mused that his maid deserved a raise or at least a generous bonus.
Emma had been here before, but thankfully she never saw the hollow and empty interior. Part of him still believed this has all been some kind of glorious and elaborate dream and that tonight he'd wake up. At no point in the last twenty-eight years did he expect this; the thought he might want it never crossed his mind. But now that Emma was so close to being his he couldn't imagine not having her; not being with her.
The loud banging on the door alerted Gold that the truck had arrived. He opened the door and two large men entered quietly and set immediately to removing the old furniture. Gold watched them intently, somewhat relieved when they still showed signs of being afraid of him. Even though he promised Emma he would no longer threaten people, he still wanted to inspire the fear of life in them; going soft would be bad for business.
Gold leaned heavily on his cane, the pressure in his hands merely a distraction from the thoughts in his mind. He was trying to focus on anything other than how gorgeous Emma would look tonight. Gold shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose; he was clearly failing. This was going to be the longest day of his life…
At one o'clock sharp Emma punched out and locked the Sherriff's station. Her body was practically humming with excitement as she raced to her yellow bug. It was surprising to her to say the least, that she was so excited for this. Emma never looked forward to sex after what happened; she always saw it as a necessary chore if she ever got married. It's why she remained so closed off; it was a way to avoid it all together. She never thought this was how it would turn out, never thought she would meet a man so concerned with her feelings. Now, she couldn't imagine it any other way with any other man.
As Emma pulled into his empty driveway, she inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. She stuffed the keys in her pockets as she slammed the car door; walking up the large staircase leading to his front door. Emma slowed when she found a note taped the doorknob. She looked around cautiously for Gold to be watching or jump out at her at any moment as she opened the folded paper.
Emma, follow the trail of rose pedals and follow the instructions on the next note. Tonight is for you…Enjoy.
Opening his front door, Emma stepped in cautiously wishing she had her gun. After all this was over, she would have to tell him how much she truly hated surprises. She draped her leather jacket on the coat rack slowly as she removed her boots. "Gold?" she called, looking down the hall. The lights were on; but he was nowhere in sight. Emma looked down and saw a trail of purple rose petals leading up the staircase. Following them upstairs, her stomach dropped as the trail continued into his bedroom. Part of her expected to open the door and find Gold lying naked on his bed just waiting for her to join him. Opening the doors, she stepped in hesitantly.
The warmth of the room engulfed her as her eyes fell to the empty bed. Emma followed the rose petals into his master bathroom; the lights were off, but there were candles burning. The trail continued into a steaming bubble bath in his Jacuzzi. On the pillow rested another note…
I've drawn you a bath; climb in and relax. Take as long as you like, I'll be along later to pick you up.
Looking at the steaming bath before her, Emma tossed her clothes in a heap on the floor. The water enveloped her skin as she sank into the Jacuzzi. The scent of lavender filled her nostrils as her body began to relax; everything melted away as she sighed in pure pleasure. A different kind of heat surged through her as she focused on what was about to happen.
Trying to keep his presence unknown, Gold paced anxiously in one his many guest rooms. There was barely space to move around as it was piled high with antiques and boxes. He wanted Emma to think he was away from the house so she wouldn't feel rushed or uncomfortable at his presence. This way she could take her time and fully relax, making herself even more gorgeous than she was now.
They had dinner reservations at five-thirty and the restaurant was about an hour away. He was already showered and changed into his black suit and green silk shirt; Emma would be in a similar green dress. He could barely stand still and he hadn't even seen her yet; how was he going to make through another five or six hours? Sighing heavily, he picked up an antique history book. Given how tightly wound up he was, he hoped the book would distract him from the fire burning beneath his skin.
When the water turned lukewarm and the bubbles disappeared; Emma begrudgingly stood from the tub. Wrapping herself in a terry cloth robe, she opened the door and saw a box sitting on his bed with a note perched on top. In that moment Emma knew he was somewhere in the house, that box hadn't been there when she got in the tub. Sneaky bastard… she thought with a smile as she walked to the bed.
Inside you will find your clothing for the evening. I will be waiting downstairs whenever you are ready.
Emma opened the box, a hunter green silk chiffon dress was folded neatly in tissue paper. She held it to her body; it was short, falling mid-thigh with spaghetti straps. Moving the tissue paper, she found a pair of matching green open-toe heels; and a set of black lace undergarments. Emma blushed that he thought of everything; wondering how exactly he pulled it off.
Gold sat on his leather couch taking slow, deep breaths; if he didn't calm the pounding of his heart he would suffer a heart attack and ruin everything. He checked his pockets for the hundredth time, ensuring he wouldn't forget anything. He already went through the house and made sure all the appliances and lights were off. He wanted tonight to be perfect, and he reminded himself again to be gentle and go slow.
Emma glanced in the mirror one last time; smoothing the skirt out with her hands. It was a perfect fit, form fitting to her waist as the skirt flared out. She hated getting dressed up like this, feeling like she was on display; but this dress was gorgeous. Taking a deep breath, she walked from his room, carrying the heels with her. Emma didn't do well in heels, especially on stairs. As she stepped onto the landing, she saw Gold standing at the bottom of the staircase; holding a single lavender rose in his hand.
Gold felt his heart stop and his breathing hitch as Emma came into view. The dress he picked was indeed the perfect size, hugging her waist snuggly and showing off her shapely legs. Her hair was loose, half up and half down, spilling wildly down her back and shoulders. Her pale green eye-shadow seemed to shimmer with a golden hue, softening her bright green eyes. She looked absolutely stunning. Gold smiled, realizing again he may actually be the luckiest man alive.
"You look beautiful…" he said breathlessly, handing her the flower. She accepted it with a gracious smile, stopping on the last step.
"It's beautiful," she whispered softly, inhaling the familiar scent. Emma met his eyes as he playful grin formed on her lips. "You know, you have yet to give me a red rose…" she teased him. Emma couldn't care less about the color; the fact that he was giving her roses with different meanings made them all the more special than ordinary red roses. Gold nodded knowingly as he took her hand in his.
"Did you know, Emma, that purple is a color traditionally associated with royalty?" he began, motioning to the rose. "The lavender rose suggests an heir of regal majesty and splendor …" Emma felt her cheeks flush as he placed a kiss to the back of her hand. As he walked to the coat rack, Emma slipped the shoes on and walked towards him.
Gold held open a new wool lined coat for her. It was black, almost as long as the dress was stopping about two inches above the seam of her skirt. It had four large buttons down the front which she buttoned quickly, relieved to be covered up. Emma never liked feeling like she was on display and that only ever happened when she wore a dress.
"Your chariot awaits, My Lady." he said, offering his elbow. With a broad smile, Emma linked her arm in his. As they stepped outside, Emma saw a black limousine parked on the street. She clutched Gold's arm tighter as they stepped down his staircase, Emma was so nervous she would twist her ankle and fall face first down the stairs.
The limo driver was waiting beside an open door; Emma thanked him as she slid onto the black leather seat. Gold was right beside her, setting his cane on the floor. Emma was trying to ease the fluttering in her stomach; an open hand splayed over her abdomen. The heat was on full blast, and she shed the coat in attempt to cool down from the overwhelming warmth. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the seat; her hand clutching his tightly. Gold closed the window that separated the driver from the back of the limousine.
"Relax, love…" he whispered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and hugging her against him. Emma nodded, sighing heavily as she rested her head against his shoulder. Gold hoped that Emma couldn't feel him trembling, couldn't sense how nervous he was. Looking back on it, perhaps he should have let it happen in the heat of the moment; this slow build-up of anticipation was torturous and overwhelming.
"I have something for you…" he whispered gruffly as he retrieved a velvet box from his suit jacket. Well, at least it's too big to be an engagement ring… she thought idly as she took the box from his hand. Her fingers trembled as she opened the box, gasping at what lay inside. They were a match set, not too extravagant, simple in their elegance. The bracelet was set in white gold, alternating diamonds and emeralds. The earrings were what caught Emma's attention: a tear drop emerald hung from a string of small diamonds that attached to a round emerald that fixed in the ear.
"Gold…" she whispered breathlessly, afraid to even touch them. "These are exquisite." Gold smiled as he pulled the bracelet from the box.
"I'm glad you like them," he said, fixing the bracelet on her wrist. "And don't worry, they're only on loan. I suspect if I bought these you may never speak to me again." Emma laughed lightly as she nodded.
"Well, I'm glad. You know I don't like extravagance…" She knew it was crazy; most women would die to be in her place on the arm of a rich and powerful man. But Emma never was one for material possessions; she only kept the bare minimum of what she needed. As she played with the bracelet that adorned her wrist, she turned her attention back to Gold.
"I just feel the need to reiterate that I'm not with you for the money…" Gold couldn't help but chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief.
"I know you aren't with me for the money, love. However, I do intend to show you some of the finer things in life. You deserve a little luxury."
"I'm not asking for anything, Gold…" she said curtly.
"Which is why you deserve it, love. I will do my best to not go overboard, but you will have to get used to being spoiled at least a little." It never ceased to amaze him that someone who grew up with so little, was so against wealth and extravagance.
Emma didn't want to fight, especially over something as ridiculous as money. She knew Gold was rich when they started dating and that he was used to living in luxury. It made her uncomfortable to say the least, but she would do her best not to gripe about it. Emma curled herself along Gold's body, draping her legs over his thigh.
"So where are we going that it requires this level of formal wear?" she asked.
"Just a fancy little Italian restaurant that I am quite fond of…"
"We're leaving Storybrooke?" Emma asked nervously, thinking of Henry's plea. Gold quirked an eyebrow at her fearful reaction, smiling smugly as he thought once again that Emma was starting to believe.
"Don't worry; bad things only happen if you leave with the intention of never coming back." He regretted saying it before the last word left his lips.
"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that." Emma said sardonically, closing her eyes against the mental battle that was about to ensue. "For the rest of the weekend, I don't want to hear anything about curses or Regina. I just want to focus on us…"
"Suits me perfectly, love…" Gold whispered with a smile as Emma rested her head on his shoulder.
Emma felt as though they had been driving for hours when the limo finally came to a stop at Gencarelli La Cucina. It was set back off the highway surrounded by woods and gardens. Emma took Gold's hand as he helped her from the limo; smiling nervously as they walked up the stone pathway.
"Just relax, love…" he said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. Emma inhaled deeply, trying to do just that. Normally coming to a restaurant wouldn't have her so nervous; it was the combination of uncomfortable factors that had her so jittery. The dress, the jewelry that made her a walking target for robbery, the fact that in a few short hours they would be having sex – it was all so overwhelming.
"Ah, good evening Mr. Gold…" the maitre'd said in a thick Italian accent. His eyes fell to Emma and she smiled shyly. "And who is your lovely dinner companion?"
"Good evening," Gold said politely, "This is Miss Swan..." Gold's eyes never left Emma as he spoke. Emma smiled as the man greeted her in Italian as he gathered their menus.
"If you'll follow me, please…?" Emma clutched Gold tightly as they followed the man through the restaurant. There were only four other couples, all eyeing her skeptically as they were led to the private dining area. She was unsure if they stared at her because of what she was wearing or if they disapproved of the obvious age gap between them. Either way, she didn't care what they thought.
Gold felt like the luckiest man in the room as they were led to the private back room. Despite Emma's nervousness, she looked absolutely exquisite just as he knew she would. This was quickly becoming the best night of his existence and the best was yet to come. They had the whole weekend and he intended to enjoy every moment of her company.
They sat in a rounded booth; a chilled bottle of red wine sat beside the table. Gold tasted a sample before the waiter poured a generous amount in each glass. Emma hadn't intended on drinking; she was afraid with how nervous she was she'd get drunk and miss all the fun. The waiter excused himself, leaving Emma and Gold alone in the private dining area. Emma felt as though she had stepped into someone else's life. She felt more out of place than ever, staring at the arrangement of silverware. She had never learned proper etiquette for fancy restaurants, there was never a need to.
"Why are we sitting all the way back here?" Emma asked, though not at all upset. The less people around her right now the better; she may yet be able to relax.
"I wanted you all to myself with very little interruption or distraction; this was the best option." He said, eyeing her suggestively. Emma grinned as she looked over the menu, confused that there weren't any prices listed. "So, do you come here often?"
"Occasionally, we don't have restaurants like this in Storybrooke. They have the best eggplant rollatini here."
"Are we too uncultured for you?" she asked teasingly. Gold laughed lightly, sipping his wine.
"Uncultured is the wrong word, simply too bland. I've been there almost thirty years and it hasn't changed one bit." A smile formed on his thin lips as he stared intently at her. "At least until you came along…" Emma blushed at the compliment, covering her smile with her hand.
"Are we back to this, love?" he asked teasingly. He wasn't upset; her shyness at his compliments was one her most endearing qualities.
"No," she said, immediately dropping her hand. "I like it when you compliment me; it's just all a bit overwhelming at the moment." Gold nodded in understanding, unable to take his eyes off her.
The waiter approached their table and took their order. Gold ordered the eggplant rollatini and Emma ordered a chicken caesar salad. At the stares she got from both men, Emma sipped her water, smiling as the waiter left. With all this anticipation, her appetite was almost non-existent.
"You haven't touched your wine, love…" Gold pointed out, curious as to why. "I haven't eaten much today and I don't want to get drunk or tipsy. I want to be able to enjoy and remember every detail of tonight…" she answered with a wink. A small smile spread upon his face.
"Indeed…" he whispered softly. As Gold studied Emma, he was tempted to just have them box their dinner so they could leave. She had finally stopped fidgeting; the nervous edge seemed to have gone. Returned was the playful and seductive temptress that would drive him to insanity before the night was over. She was tormenting him with teasing smiles and suggestive glances, flirting heavily with nothing more than her eyes.
Dinner seemed to pass by in a blur once their dinner arrived. Emma could feel his eyes on her as she shot him another glance. There was nothing she wanted more than to leave and get wherever they were going. She knew by the lust and desire that filled his eyes that he was as ready to leave as she was. Whether consciously or not they ate faster than usual; Emma didn't have much of an appetite, at least not for food. When the waiter offered dessert, Gold politely declined asking for the check.
Emma was relieved to be back in the limo, removing her coat in the heat. Emma pulled at the pantyhose where they were irritating her skin. She hated wearing pantyhose, they were itchy and uncomfortable, and as Gold spoke with the limo driver; Emma got an idea. With the car door partially shut, she quickly slid her shoes off and out of the restrictive garment. It's going to be a long drive back… she thought idly, might as well be comfortable. Gold slid in beside her, immediately bringing his mouth to her ear.
"And you have the nerve to call me a tease…" he whispered hoarsely, kissing a trail down her neck. Emma released a shaking breath as her fingers tangled in his hair; her skin quivering beneath his lips.
"You are…" she said breathlessly. She felt her body flush with heat as he sucked hungrily on the bare skin her shoulder. Gold sighed heavily knowing that if he didn't stop now they'd have sex right here.
"So I am…" he whispered, pulling his head back to see her. A murderous glare flashed in Emma's eyes as she stared at him. Emma knew why he was stopping and decided that they would not be driving in silence.
"You're overdressed…" Before Gold knew it, Emma was in his lap, sliding his suit jacket down his arms. "What are you doing?"
"If you don't know the answer to that, then we're in serious trouble…" she said sarcastically, staring at him in disbelief. A deep laugh escaped his lips and as Emma removed his tie, he brought his hands to her hips.
"I don't want to sit here for an hour in awkward silence while you play the gentleman. And I appreciate it, but you don't have to treat me like porcelain. All this waiting and anticipation is driving me crazy; I'm not asking you to have sex right now, I just want you to touch me…" Emma pleaded, unbuttoning the top three buttons on his shirt. She slid off his lap draping her legs over his, conscious of his bad leg as she moved his hand to the bare skin of her thigh. Gold smiled as their eyes locked; now what kind of man could argue with that?
Gold moved his hand up her thigh, claiming her lips in a kiss as they slid beneath the short skirt. He's wanted this more than he was willing to admit, even to himself. He wanted to protect her from him; from the dark one – especially after that nightmare. But as her fingers pulled at his hair, deepening the kiss as her tongue slipped passed his lips; all thoughts were lost. There was only this moment when he knew that she wanted him; needed him as desperately as he needed her.
The world spun around him as he moved his mouth to her neck. He reminded himself to go slow as Emma exposed her neck, encouraging him to continue. Her breathless moans against his ear were driving him to the edge. Gold steeled his nerves, he wouldn't dishonor her by doing anything in the back of a car; Emma deserved more respect than that. They couldn't get back to the cabin fast enough.
Emma was lightheaded, tightening her grip in his hair as he teased and tasted the skin of her neck. She enjoyed the feel of his lips, his hand kneading the skin of her thigh as he pulled her towards him; practically cradling her in his arms. His touch was gentle, but his kisses were desperate against her neck. Her body tingled and shivered; she grinned as she realized she'd be wearing turtle necks for the next week and a half.
She could feel the wetness between her legs and grew self-conscious; all these feelings were new to her. It was why she was afraid to just have sex all at once, she wanted to test what it would feel like; what it should feel like when a man touches a woman. Her eyes closed as Gold covered her mouth with his once more; she opened her mouth more, eagerly inviting him in. After this weekend, Emma knew life would never be normal again.
It was 9pm by the time the limousine dropped Gold and Emma at his cabin in the woods. His black Lincoln town car was already parked out front which answered Emma's question of how they would be getting home come Sunday. She felt drunk as she linked their elbows; her nerves were on their ends as her body seemed to have gone from hum to vibrate in anticipation. The cabin was secluded with virtually no light to interfere with the night sky that was littered with stars. Gold unlocked the door and allowed Emma to enter first; a warm fire was already blazing in the fireplace. She had only ever been here once, but she had never seen the inside.
For such a wealthy man; she expected the same level of extravagance here that was displayed in his mansion in town. The cabin was the complete opposite, rustic; almost completely bare of anything material. There wasn't much in the way of light; a tall lamp in the corner of the living room gave light to the spaces the fire didn't reach.
Gold shut and locked the door behind them as he stepped into the living room. Adoration filled his eyes, feasting on the sight of the goddess before him; decked to the nines in emeralds and diamonds. Standing in a rustic old cabin she looked completely out of place; a faint blush painting the fair skin of her cheeks. His palms were sweating and he rubbed them anxiously against his pants; he felt like he was nineteen again, standing before a beautiful woman and not having the slightest clue of what to do next.
As Gold stared at her, Emma was suddenly unsure; not unsure that she wanted to do this, but on how to get there. It should be easy, given how hot and heavy they were in the limo; the feelings had been building for months and the night was finally here. Should they talk idly first of the weather or the vast expanse of stars tonight? Does she let him lead; or is she supposed to be bold? Almost as if reading her mind, Gold stepped behind her, taking her coat from her shoulders and tossing it on the back of the couch. She shivered as his lips touched the bare skin of her shoulder; the heat flushed her face as he turned her around. A shiver shot through his arm at the touch of her hand as his eyes locked on hers.
"Shall we?" he asked, instantly chiding himself that in this moment it was all he could think to say. A tight smile formed on her lips as she followed behind him; the sound of her heels echoing against the wood floors as he led her down the hall. Another fire burned in his bedroom. Emma smiled at the king size bed that took up most of the small room; covered in the same deep red silk sheets that decorated his master bedroom at the mansion.
The clicking of the door behind her seemed to bring to life the reality of what was happening. Emma closed her eyes, listening as his footsteps approached slowly from behind her. The heat pooled between her legs as his hands slipped around her slender waist, his hands resting over her abdomen as he pulled her back against him. Emma grew dizzy, her head falling back against his shoulder as he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. Her breathing intensified as she rested her hands over his, moving with him as they traveled up her torso to her breasts.
His tongue teased the smooth skin of her neck; his hands squeezing her breasts gently through the silk of her dress. The scent of lavender filled his nostrils as his hands moved to the back of her dress, exposing the skin of her back. The black lace bra was a sharp contrast to the soft cream color of her skin. His erection was strained against his jeans, as he slid the straps from her shoulders; turning her to face him as he slipped both garments down her arms. They pooled around her feet as Gold looked into the deep wells that were her eyes; the desire and need clearly expressed in her emerald orbs.
Emma felt as though there were tiny embers burning beneath the surface of skin as the heat coursed through her. Gone was the uncertainty and fear, as her desire returned to her. Emma's trembling fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt. She was tempted to just rip the thing open but she wanted to savor every moment of this experience; they had three days isolated in the woods. She was in no hurry as she slid her hands into his sleeves, pushing the shirt from his body.
Gold's breath caught in his throat as her palms rested on his bare chest. It wasn't the first time she had seen him without a shirt, but she traced her fingertips over his chest in wonder. For a man his age, it always amazed her how strong and toned his body was, though you'd never guess by looking at him.
Gold wrapped his arms around her waist; the feel of her bare breasts against his skin almost undid him in that moment. His fingers gathered her long blonde curls, exposing the skin of her neck and shoulder. Her moans filled his ears as he kissed and sucked ardently, careful not to bite her. Shocks of electricity shot through his vertebrae, resounding throughout his body as he felt her delicate fingers trace along his spine.
Emma felt heady; the ache between her legs no longer could be denied. Summoning every ounce of courage, her fingers slipped to the waistband of his jeans feeling his straining erection. Gold pulled his head back, covering her mouth with his as his tongue searched the depths of her mouth. He almost bit her lip as her slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock through his boxers. He breathed heavily against her mouth, not moving as she pumped him hesitantly; hoping she was doing it right.
Gold knew he would never last long enough if he didn't get her to release him. Capturing her lips once more, he eased her back to the bed. Gripping her wrist gently, he pulled her hand away; his hand stroking the edge of her face.
"Lie down, love…" he whispered hoarsely, his accent thicker than usual. Emma complied immediately, pushing herself onto the edge of the bed. She watched him intently as he stood between her legs, slipping the high heels from her feet and dropping them in the pile on the floor. His fingertips snuck beneath the fabric of her underwear as Emma lifted her hips to assist in him freeing her of the restrictive garments.
His mouth was suddenly dry as he stared at her. His heart raced; his blood was pounding in his ears and he was certain she could hear it. Here was the most exquisite creature he had ever laid eyes on and she was offering herself to him. He knew she was going to be tight; for that fact alone he knew this first round wouldn't last long. It's why he planned the trip this way; they had three days to fully explore and taste each other's bodies.
Emma's body trembled fiercely, feeling exposed and on display. A flush filled her face as his eyes devoured her flesh; she became nervous when he made no movements. He stared at her the way a lion stalks its prey. She breathed heavily in relief when he crawled between her legs, covering her body with his. He slipped his arm beneath her neck, propping her head up as he delved into her mouth once more. He kissed her as if he had waited a lifetime for this very moment, all of his need and desire of her pouring from his lips to hers. Her words had run dry; even if she could speak she wasn't sure what she would say. Her breathing intensified as he kissed along her sternum, down the valley between her breasts.
Gold smiled inwardly when both her hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She held him in place, pressing her breast into his mouth as his hand went to the other. He massaged and kneaded the soft flesh as Emma brought her hand over his. Gold paid attention to her gasps and moans, trying to discover which motions brought her the most pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Gold smiled; she was making sure he didn't go anywhere. She didn't have anything to worry about as he switched, taking the other nipple in his mouth.
Emma tried not to think of what happened to her as she held Gold hostage to her body. Perhaps, at least the first time around there was simply no avoiding it. There was no comparison as far as Emma was concerned; Gold was tender in his touch, slow and deliberate in his actions. He gave her more than he took; his only desire was her pleasure. How do you compare that to the monster who forced her? Emma had been afraid of this for all of her adult life and here she was holding Gold against her, encouraging him to keep going.
It was the most freeing moment in her life, when she realized the last chain that held her to that man had been broken. Her fear was gone; she fought the tears in her eyes knowing Gold would think he had done something wrong. When his mouth left her breast and moved over her abdomen, Emma was snapped out of her thoughts. She pulled his hair tighter, stopping him from going any lower.
"No, no," she whispered breathlessly, pulling him back up her body. "Are you alright?" he asked, worried he'd crossed a line or that a panic attack was on the horizon.
"I'm fine; I just don't want…that." She flushed crimson with embarrassment as she spoke, and Gold caught her lips. "Then I won't…" Emma brought his mouth back to hers; kissing him fervently in thanks for the gift he doesn't even know he's given her.
Emma gasped and broke the kiss, burying her face in the nape of his neck as he slipped his fingers between her legs, spreading her slick folds. Gold smiled at her embarrassment but said nothing as he slipped a finger inside her. She was wet and warm, but incredibly tight. Emma's body trembled in his arms as he moved in a circular motion, stretching her slowly. Her breath was hot on his neck as she gasped and moaned, her grip tightening in his hair as he added a second finger.
Her body tensed and almost immediately relaxed. Another surprised gasp escaped her as her head fell back, his thumb stroking her clit gently. Gold brought his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple between his teeth as he teased her. Her moans seemed to grow desperate with need as she rolled onto her back.
"Please, Gold…" was all she needed to whisper. Emma spread her legs wider as he positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes locked intensely as he finally slipped the tip of his cock inside her. Emma's eyes closed as she rested back against the mattress, as Gold ever so slowly inched himself inside her. Her walls seemed to pull him in rather than tense against him as he'd expected.
He hovered over her and stopped, holding himself still as her body adjusted. Emma could feel the tears well up in her eyes, though not in fear or pain. Part of her expected to have a panic attack; to flash back to that moment ten years ago when she lost all that remained of her innocence. He began to thrust deep inside her, though he kept his movements slow and methodical. Each stroke was completed as he eased out and pushed back in. She felt his slender fingers brush her tears from her cheeks as she opened her eyes; his brown eyes shedding tears of his own.
Gold had never felt more connected a person than in this moment as he and Emma locked eyes. He had been so afraid that despite his best efforts, the horror of that night would come flooding back when he entered her. Yet through her tears, she beamed brightly at him, moving her body in rhythm with his.
Emma locked her ankles around his waist, moaning heavily when she felt him deeper still. His thrusts grew more frantic the more she moaned; the more her walls clamped down around him. The build-up of pressure in her body was reaching its peak, as he pushed her to the edge of something she'd only ever heard of. His movements were fast and desperate now as he clutched her body tightly against him; afraid if he let her go he'd wake to find this a dream.
The extreme control Gold was known for had slipped from his grasp completely, as Emma cried out a chorus of his name; her back arching as her body was wracked with her first orgasm. Gold thrust inside her one final time, holding himself still as he rode out his own orgasm; collapsing on top of her. A thin sheen of sweat covered them both as they clung to each other's bodies, trembling in each other's arms.
"Are you alright, love…?" he asked, tracing the path of a tear with his finger.
"Perfect…" she whispered breathlessly, beaming up at him. He kissed her one last time, neither of them had the energy nor desire to move to clean up or get dressed. Gold brought the silk sheets over them; tracing his fingers delicately over the expanse of her bare back. He found himself wishing there was a way to freeze time in this moment, somehow still afraid that this was all some glorious dream. He may never be the man she deserves, but he will love her and protect her with his life.
Emma felt weightless as Gold cradled her against his body. She was aware of every nerve in her body as they tingled; her body quivering as she came down from the heights of ecstasy. Stars filled her vision and her heart still raced, as she curled herself alongside his body where she fit so well. Her leg draped over his, resting her head against his chest. Breathing deeply, she inhaled the crisp, clean, slightly spicy smell that was entirely him; that had become so comforting to her.
Gold's eyes were closed as his fingers stroked the back of her neck; her fingertips tracing over his chest. There was so much that he wanted to say, yet no words escaped his lips. The floral scent of her shampoo filled his nose as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. It was a perfect moment of happiness he never expected to experience.
Emma felt his lips brush the skin of her face, her eyes closing at the contact. Never in her life had she experienced a peace this deep. The air was heavy with their silence, but only because she didn't want to interrupt this moment. It was better than she imagined, and she knew there was more to come. Oh no, life will never be normal again…
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