Okay here we are! Part one - finally haha. Thank you for being so patient. Like I said before, these little outtakes are going to be quite smutty...so keep that in mind. I mean seriously - it's probably some of the more filthy stuff I've written haha. I've had some pretty good suggestions from people on what they'd be interested in seeing so I will definitely take some of that into account. If you have ideas, I'd love to hear them and I will implement things where I can. No promises on what I can do for sure though! :] With that being said, enjoy and I will be posting more soon. I own nothing - all characters/rights belong to OUAT.

"Killian."

Yes, Emma was working late per usual. It was a pretty typical endeavor and it was actually very productive - well, at least until he showed up all floral sex god and tempting kisses. He'd walked through the back door of the bakery in his dark fitted jeans and typical soft flannel shirt - one she'd borrowed on a few occasions. His lips turned up into a suspicious smile when he moved slowly into her space. Those damn lips knew exactly how to distract her, insanely adept in finding their way around Emma's body all too well.

"You are so...mmm, god..."

"Hmmm, are you referring to me as a deity, love? I must say that's a first in the way of compliments."

His mouth was not playing fair as it landed hot on her neck first and then up her jawline at a deliciously slow pace. He basked in the soft moan that escaped her lips, continuing his slow kissing pattern. She wasn't daft. Emma knew exactly what he was doing.

He was distracting her - and his lack of verbal response to her weak and equally worthless dispute told her that he was also now ignoring her. God, Killian Jones could be such an infuriating man, but at this moment, he was her infuriating and insatiable boyfriend.

"Killian...dammit. Stop."

"Mmmm. Stop what, love?"

Emma had an important wedding reception that weekend, an evening event that required the services of her bakery in the form of about a hundred and sixty cupcakes. She'd slaved away all day, stirring and sculpting sugar well into the night. Killian stopped by after closing his shop in an orderly fashion and had taken to the act of propositioning her for dinner among other things, that sexy glint in his deep blue eyes as he slid up behind her with a grin against her neck. She'd offset his game momentarily, elbowing him as she requested that he find her some almond extract. That hadn't been her best choice - she realized that as she watched him studiously examine the labels of various flavoring bottles.

Emma had spent enough nights watching him play florist to know that the focused, contemplative Killian was just as dangerous and perhaps even sexy as any other version. There was just something smoldering about his intense, purposeful eyes and the way he stuck his tongue into his cheek while deep in thought. She bit her lip hard, trying to deny how much she wanted the feel of his chiseled chest against her back as she set back to the work she really needed to finish.

He really shouldn't be there - it was so bad for business. However, such a thought seemed to drift from her mind as she felt him graze his hands along her hips with calculated purpose. This man had a certain fondness for baked goods, but an even more specific liking for the woman doing the baking. He'd made that clear many times and this instance was no different as he set the bottle on the counter in front of her and pulled her hair back to resume the earlier activities of his lips with his wandering hands in tow.

"Killan," she groaned gratuitously, tilting her head involuntarily and fighting an urge to moan. "When I said you could stay, I meant you could help. I didn't give you free reign to...mmm, distract me. Business to attend to, Mr. J...ahh, god...Jones. "

"Hmmm, helping, huh? Isn't that precisely what I'm doing?"

His smooth hands trailed aimlessly and sinfully down her sides, brushing against her back as he set his teeth softly against her ear. She tried to pay attention to the consistency of the frosting she'd somehow managed to conjure up, but soon found herself much more interested in his scorching touch and what exactly he planned to do with it.

Dammit, she couldn't afford such thoughts. She had work to do.

"Killian, you are going to destroy this recipe."

"A necessary casualty, love. The Emma I know isn't much for recipes anyway," he teased, pressing up against her. "But if I'm doomed to 'helping', I must insist we taste test it. Purely for accuracy reasons of course."

"Killian, don't you dare...oh..."

He slid his hands down the backs of her thighs, gripping them softly as he pushed her up on top of the metal countertop. She shivered, chills running down her spine as he began his routine of lips, tongue, and teeth. Emma had no idea how teeth could be so talented, but she was beyond grateful that they were as they nibbled and dragged along her collarbone.

"Now, you see, Swan," he began very matter-of-factly, reaching a skilled finger toward the edge of the bowl of frosting. "A rather talented woman once told me that a cupcake is only as good as its frosting."

"Ah - is that right?"

"Mmm," he hummed, far too entertained with the way she was melting into his touch. "I for one have always found that thicker is better."

Innuendo dropping bastard, Emma thought with a smirk - one that quickly vanished as he moved his hands back to her legs, parting them so he had a place to stand. She immediately found herself agreeing with his opinion on thick things as she felt him harden against her thigh.

Emma didn't even get a chance to retort before he took the frosting covered finger and ran it down the side of her neck. She let out a shaky sigh as his mouth descended on her skin, tracing the path of sugar on her skin. His tongue throbbed against her neck, a sensation that caused a shiver to run up her spine.

"Killian..."

He raised his gaze, smiling cleverly as he leaned in to kiss her at a torturously slow pace. Emma chased his lips with nipping teeth and his tongue moved gratuitously across hers. When he pulled back, his eyes were on fire with a blue smolder that kept her from even considering looking away. With a direct gaze, he began to drag his slightly sticky finger over her lower lip. Then using his thumb, he tugged it softly, studying her mouth before descending forward to remove the small bit of frosting he'd left there.

"Not bad in terms of sugar but you are far too sweet, love," he breathed, dropping his forehead against hers as he continued to let his hands roam freely. "I must say I'm a fan of this flavor."

"It's no secret how you feel about vanilla frosting, Killian," Emma replied, bit her lip as she prepared for more. "But now that I have your approval, I should...mmmm...probably get back to work."

"Oh no, love," he seduced, toying with the hem of her t-shirt. "I'm not nearly done with you."

He lifted her shirt over her head at record speed, tossing it to the floor before his lips met hers again. His hands were wonderfully rough and direct, gripping the base of her neck gently as his tongue coaxed her mouth open. Emma gathered the collar of his flannel in her hand, tugging him closer before finally reaching for the buttons to pull it off his torso.

God, she wanted him. Every single bit of him. Granted, she always did, but this time seemed different. It was an almost primal need - one where she would allow him to push hard on the few boundaries she still barely had. Yes, that list had been slowly dwindling over the course of many nights in locations other than their beds. She tried not to picture that list as she held back a moan - splayed out on her office desk, against the glass of the greenhouse, the bed of his new truck with wooden crates digging into her back...

Emma's mind mused at the creativity of Killian Jones and she found herself wanting to further explore his adventurous ideas. They'd definitely had a few playful interactions with frosting, but this time, it seemed as if he had some very interesting intentions. His breath was jagged and warm on her skin as she pulled him close by gripping his shirt.

"Emma," he groaned, fusing his lips to her neck. "God, I need to taste you - all of you."

"Yes," she breathed, throwing her head back as he bit the skin along her collarbone. "Please, Killian."

He gave her that wicked smirk, the one that sent a rush of heat down her body. Leaning in to kiss her, his hand reached for the bowl of frosting. He began to drag it toward the edge of the counter, a soft noise that earned Emma's attention.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're about to sidetrack me even further from my work?"

"Oh, on the contrary, love," he grinned, running his index finger along the edge of the bowl to gather enough frosting for whatever he had planned. "The last thing I want is for you to neglect the task at hand. Perhaps I'm merely offering my personal opinion on your work."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Mmmm, precisely," he nodded softly, moving his finger to her chest and dragging it down the expanse of skin between her breasts. "For example, there's several surfaces I'm interested in using the test the consistency of this frosting...specifically this one."

His eyes examined the area he'd just covered, analyzing the crystals of sugar on her skin before moving his tongue to where his gaze had been fixed. Emma's breath hitched as his mouth began to drag down the trail his finger had followed, his teeth sporadically biting at her flesh. She moaned and bit her lip at the contact, flinching when he suddenly reached behind to unclasp her bra. His eyes darkened when he pulled back and the garment fell to the floor.

"It makes me wonder about the rest of your skin, darling."

"Hmmm," Emma hummed, meeting his wild eyes. "And what exactly are you curious about?"

"Just as to whether or not the rest of your bare body would be as accommodating as the spot right here."

He moved his tongue back to the spot between her breasts, laving the sugary area as his thumb dipped into the bowl. Emma's mouth was parted in pleasure and she pressed her teeth into her lower lip when he leaned back to examine the frosting covering the pad of his thumb. He smirked something almost devilish as he smoothed the frosting across one nipple and then the other. Emma flinched, reacting pleasantly to his firm and erotic touch as he tweaked the erect skin. With a heated glare, he lowered his mouth to her breasts and began to retract the sweetness he had spread across her nipples.

"Killian - oh, god," she moaned, clutching the back of his head with her fingers. "Yes. More."

He continued his calculated strokes with his skilled tongue, moving back and forth at a tortuous pace. He closed his lips around each nipple and sucked gently as he tugged her closer with a firm grip on the back of her thighs. Emma was writhing by the time his deft fingers flipped open the button of her jeans. He moved his lips back up to kiss her, the faint taste of frosting on his tongue as he pulled the fabric down each of her legs. Emma pulled him closer, digging her nails gently into his chest as she bit his lower lip.

"I'm glad to see I have your full and prompt attention, love."

"Well, that's what you wanted right?"

"Yes," he began, moving his hands to the hem of her underwear and slowly dragging them down. "Almost as much as I want this."

"Are you...oh..."

He'd lowered himself to his knees, gazing up at her from under hooded eyes. His expression was smoldering as he began to slide his finger from one hipbone to the other. A trail of frosting was left in wake of his hand and Emma wondered when the hell that had happened - she hadn't even seen him reach into the bowl again. Her curiosity quickly dissolved as his breath burned her bare skin, teasing her into a needy mess the instant his tongue grazed her sugar coated flesh.

"Killian, are you..."

She didn't even get time to ask before he swept the frosting across her very naked core, rubbing gently as he moved upward. He pulled the finger to his mouth, licking what was left before lowering his head to the space between her thighs. He peered up at her with those honest blue eyes once more before running his fingertips under her thighs and tantalizingly licking at the sweet mess he'd so skillfully created - one that proved he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Oh, god that feels so good."

He hummed softly, continuing his tongue's firm strokes as he gripped and pulled her closer. His mouth pressed firmly right where she needed him as she felt his breath grown hotter and he began to move faster. She moaned an uncontrolled sound when he finally slipped his tongue inside of her, digging his short fingernails into her skin as she writhed.

"Oh, yes. Yes..."

"God, Emma," he breathed, running his tongue up and down her heated flesh. "You taste so sweet."

A wrecked sound forced its way from Emma's throat as she began to move her hips back and forth, thrusting gently against his mouth. His tongue accepted her response gladly as he growled softly into her, nipping softly and allowing his teeth to graze a most sensitive area. He licked and kissed with an increasing pace and Emma felt her control dwindling. Damn, Killian Jones had the most wonderfully wicked mouth.

"Killian."

His name fell from her lips as a promise, a warning, and perhaps even a prayer. She knew how much he loved hearing it - how his efforts would magnify when he felt her growing close. He did as she predicted and slipped two fingers gently into her, rubbing fiercely in the best way as her breathing became shaky and stuttering.

"Oh, god - I'm going to come."

"Yes, Emma," he groaned through his tongue's motion. "Come. Come for me."

She quickly proved just how much better she'd gotten at listening to him as she thrust rhythmically against his face and crashed into her release, a loud moan piercing the air as she came hard. His fingers continued to move as she pulsed around them and his lips kissed the wetness between her legs several times before he pulled back. When he finally looked back up at her, he waited until her eyes opened and melted into his dark blue ones before he removed his fingers. She dug her fingernails playfully into his scalp and shook her head at his mischievous grin.

"Do you always have to look so damn pleased with yourself?"

"Well you seem rather pleased with me," he taunted, hitching her leg around his waist as he puller her toward him. "I figured it was only polite to mirror your reaction."

She groaned with feigned annoyance and yanked his mouth to hers, tugging him by the collar of his shirt. He leaned into the kiss in such a Killian sort of way, a method in which his lips fused helplessly to hers and he supported every tilt of her head with two strong hands. The mix of flavors gathering on Emma's tongue were very sweet indeed.

"Killian?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you," she breathed against his lips. "But you are scrubbing these bowls - this frosting is going to be a pain in the ass to clean up."

"I suppose it will give me something to do while I keep you company for the next few hours," he smirked, leaning up to kiss her forehead. "It looks like my constructive criticism might cause you to be working a little later than anticipated."

"Yeah, yeah - big surprise. But fortunately for me, it's going to be 'us' working late and not just 'me'."

He laughed softly, nodding and tracing her jaw with his fingers as he pressed his lips to hers once more. It was such a sweet, sincere motion - one she never anticipated this man would ever be capable of. God, she was glad to be wrong.

"Well, love," he sighed happily. "Looks like we're in it for the long haul tonight. We best get to it. I mean...unless you've got additional work for me to review?"

He was and probably always would be insatiable. She couldn't find it in herself to mind as she watched his lustful expression. Emma bit her lip to hide the smile that often covered her face in such instances. He was so close - caging her flush against the countertop as he always did. It was tempting. It was excruciatingly tempting.

"Well, your valuable input is certainly appealing," she teased, dangling the idea between them. "But if you'd care to learn your way around a frosting piping bag, you could help me finish these cupcakes faster - and there might even be some frosting left over."

"I take it that you have plans in store for that?"

Emma pursed her lips and nodded as her eyes flickered downward. For some reason, the idea of covering him the way he'd just done with her was doing all sorts of things to her. He definitely felt the effect as well - it was obvious in the way he swallowed hard and used his teeth to toy with his bottom lip.

"So," she began, carefully dipping her index finger into the frosting bowl before raising it to just out of his reach. "Are you ready to be a compliant apprentice?"

"Mmmm," he growled softly, diving forward to take her stray finger into his mouth. "I suppose so - and if you pay attention, you might even learn a lesson or two about the desirable state of being...so sweetly submissive."

"Get a spatula, Jones," she rolled her eyes, nudging him with her knee when he raised his eyebrows suggestively. "For the frosting."

"As you wish, darling."

Emma watched the simple saunter of the man she once despised as he sorted through her various baking utensils. A sense of dark blue desire landed in his gaze when he came across one he thought might serve his - or perhaps another purpose. Emma took a shaky breath, trying to remember just how many cupcakes still needed attending too. Dammit - it was going to be a long night.