Your Case or Mine Chapter 5, an once upon a time fanfic

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Your Case or Mine

Chapter Five

She should not still be here. How many times had David told her that Friday nights were off-limits when it came to working overtime? How many times had he lectured her about being old before her time, or married to her job, and ushered her toward the door with a weary comment about how 'a woman her age should be out enjoying herself on a Friday evening'? Too many times to count, that's how many.

And yet, here she was. Almost 8pm on a Friday, still hunched over her computer, eyes scanning the screen as she pored over transcripts from every phone-call Regina Mills had made that day. She'd been eager to get hold of the records from the minute Killian had informed her of his very clever scheme earlier in the day. And now she finally had hold of the first set of transcripts. No way was she waiting til Monday to get down to business. Not when she had the distinct feeling they'd be providing some very interesting leads in their case.

The files had been processed through Belle, but she'd long since left the station, along with everyone else except Emma...and, of course, Killian, who was still locked away in his office, writing up a report of their interview with Regina. He'd been the one to email Emma the transcribed conversations a few hours earlier, attached to an email that she'd glossed over in her haste to get started.

As Emma pulled up yet another conversation, having scrolled through a number of apparent dead-ends, her eyes were beginning to burn a little from staring at a screen for so long. Stopping suddenly, and rereading the conversation she'd just opened a little more closely, a surge of adrenaline had her pulse stuttering.

'RM: It's me. It's about those three files-
UNKNOWN: Hello to you, too, Ms. Mills. What a pleasant surprise.
RM: Do you still have them?
UNKNOWN: Do I still have what?
RM: The files! I had the police here snooping around earlier. They have a warrant for those three files.
[INAUDIBLE]'

Emma was on the edge of her seat, leaning in close to her screen with her heart racing, an exasperated groan of frustration passing her lips when she saw that the transcription software had apparently failed to convert half the audio file. She was left on the precipice of a huge case-breaker, so close she could almost taste it.

Shoving her chair back and stalking toward Killian's office, she breezed inside without so much as a knock on the door. Killian gave a start, seemingly surprised to see her still at the station so late.

"Swan, what are you still-"

"The audio files, the originals; I need them. I've got something, I know it. But the file was corrupted or didn't convert, so...send them to me?"

Killian stood and rounded the desk, eyeing her carefully as he folded his arms and perched on the front of his desk.

"Why are you still here? It's late. You should be-"

"Out enjoying myself like most other normal people; yeah, yeah, I've heard it a thousand times. I'd rather be catching a killer, but thanks for being so concerned about my social life. So, why don't you save the lecture and just send me the files?"

She stepped forward, chin tilted in defiance, and a glint of a challenge in her eyes. He didn't move, simply staring her down with an unreadable expression that had her itching to step back and put some distance between them. When he looked at her like that, it felt uncomfortably like he could see directly into her damn soul. The intensity in his blue eyes, as though he just knew her, had her instinct to run kicking into high gear. But she stood her ground, clenching her jaw as her hands found her hips. A demonstration of confidence and determination she hoped would have him backing off and giving her what she wanted.

"I'll send you the files. On Monday."

She gawped at him then, frustration sparking under her skin.

"I want them now."

"And I want you to go home."

She stepped closer still, almost toe-to-toe with him now, the flames of her frustration steadily billowing into anger. She couldn't quite believe he was trying to force her to abandon what could be a huge break in their case for the sake of the weekend. She'd thought he had the same workaholic mentality as she did, but apparently not.

"No."

She growled, fingernails digging into her hipbones as she tried to keep her temper in check. He didn't even flinch, staring right back at her, and she would have thought he was unaffected by her proximity and barely-contained fury if it wasn't for the fact that his pupils were blown black. He was turned on by her anger. And that only sparked her temper even further.

She planned to give him what-for. She planned to launch into a tirade about how there were three women out there who didn't get weekends anymore, who didn't even get weekdays, because they were dead. She planned to rant about how it was their job to work tirelessly until those women's killer was brought to justice. She planned to shove him aside and send the files to her email account herself.

But she didn't.

Instead, to the surprise of both of them, she grabbed him by the lapels of his stupidly sexy leather jacket and hauled him bodily to her, lips fusing with his in an electric kiss that stole the air from both of their lungs. She wasn't sure who moaned into the kiss, all of her thoughts a jumbled mess as he finally responded and pulled her flush against him. One of his hands found its way into her hair, tugging it free from the pin holding it up and immediately angling his head to deepen their kiss, tongue sweeping past her lips, as her hair tumbled down her back.

She could feel the evidence of exactly what she was doing to him trapped between them, and turned them so that she was the one perched on the edge of the desk. He happily obliged, never breaking the kiss but encouraging her to allow him between her denim-clad thighs with a nudge of his leg against her knee. She shifted, letting out a soft yelp against his lips when she felt his hands slide under her thighs to lift her, setting her down properly on the desk. He moved one hand then, to thumb at the dimple in her chin, and finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against hers.

But she wasn't ready to face reality and back away from him yet. She wasn't ready to walk away when she felt like her whole body was burning for him. If someone had told her a few weeks earlier that she'd be making out with someone on a desk at the station, like a horny teenager so desperate to get laid that she couldn't wait to move them to a more appropriate location, she would have laughed in their faces. Because not only would that have suggested that she'd have an inability to control herself around someone, but also that she was mixing work with pleasure. And Emma Swan did not mix work and pleasure.

Until him.

What had started out as a one-night stand with the wrong person, had turned into something she wasn't quite sure how to address. She could tell herself that he was just hot and really good in the sack and she just needed to get laid more...but she knew she'd be lying. There was something about Killian Jones that had gotten under her skin, and apparently the feeling was very much mutual...though he didn't seem particularly opposed to admitting it anyway.

"Emma…"

He whispered, and she shook her head, still holding tight to his lapels. She didn't want him to stop them. She didn't want him to make her overthink all of this. She just wanted to feel. She wanted to relive the earth-shattering pleasure he'd given her during their previous night together, consequences be damned. And if he stopped them now and asked her to really think about it, she knew she'd find herself backing off and talking sense into herself. But she didn't want sense. She just wanted him.

"No...don't 'Emma' me. Just…"

She moved quickly, toeing off her boots at the same time as she made quick work of removing her shirt, leaving her sat on his borrowed desk in the silence of an empty station side-room wearing nothing but her jeans and her black lacy bra. He stared down at her and she swallowed thickly. He looked as though he wanted to devour her, and she wasn't at all opposed to the idea.

"You're a bit overdressed…"

She could hear the way her own voice cracked but she chose to ignore it, focusing instead on tugging at his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt with shaking hands. He placed his hands over hers.

"Emma-...hey, hey, Swan, slow down-"

"No," she replied, much too quickly, continuing to pop the buttons, "I don't want slow. I don't want gentle or sweet or nice. I just want you to fuck me. Now. Right here on this desk. I want you to fuck me til I forget how much you're getting under my skin and in my fucking head!"

Her voice was shrill and he stilled for long moments that had Emma holding her breath, sure he would stop what they were doing right there and then. But he didn't. Instead, he surged forward and kissed her. Hard. She responded immediately, humming her approval of his bruising kiss as she single-handedly removed her bra, tossing it aside, and he shrugged off his shirt, making quick work of sending her jeans to follow too.

"Fuck...no panties? You'll be the death of me, woman."

He groaned, finding her bare beneath the denim, and she smirked against his lips. He shucked his own pants down, his erection prominent in the tight confines of his boxer briefs, and she wasted no time in palming him through the material. He cursed under his breath and let his chin drop to his chest, watching her small hand pressing along his length, teasing him for a moment before dipping inside and freeing him. Feeling her hand wrapped around him, slow and torturous strokes with a twist of her wrist on every up-stroke, had him almost swallowing his own tongue.

After a few minutes of working him up, she let go and leaned back onto the desk, propped up by her elbows, and smirked lazily at him before sticking two fingers into her mouth and sucking on them in a blatantly erotic way, holding his gaze the whole time. He watched, wrecked, as she spread her legs further and moved her hand down her body, the two fingers she'd been sucking on now pressing with unerring accuracy against her clit and causing her to moan, head dropping back at the pleasure she was giving herself.

Killian growled then, dropping to his knees and ignoring the ache in his own groin as he settled himself at eye-level with the most intimate part of Emma. She only lifted her head and realized what he was going to do a split second before his mouth made contact with her, so a surprised yelp left her lips, quickly melting into a drawn-out moan.

He wasted no time and brought two fingers to her entrance, pressing just inside and causing her to writhe and whimper on the desk, needing more and desperate for him in any way she could get him. He didn't tease, her plea for him to 'just fuck her' ringing in his ears as he thrust two fingers inside her, mouth never leaving her clit as he laved against the little bundle of nerves almost viciously. She cried out over and over, involuntarily bucking against his mouth and hurtling toward the edge with his name caught in her throat and her fingers in his hair.

Seconds before she fell, her core beginning to flutter around his fingers, he suddenly stopped and pulled away. The wet scruff on his chin showed the evidence of his time between her thighs and if she'd had the presence of mind, she may have felt embarrassed by it. But instead she whimpered in dismay, almost letting a plea fall from her lips, but stopping short of begging. She'd been so close and the bastard knew it, judging by the smirk on his lips. She stared at him as he stood up, the fear that he'd leave her like that suddenly flaring under her skin and making her want to reach for him, tell him don't you dare.

But he didn't, thankfully. Instead, he positioned himself between her legs and tugged her to the edge of the desk, hooking his arms under her knees and lining himself up. She barely had time to suck in a breath before he was surging forward and filling her to the hilt. It hadn't been all that long since he'd last been inside her, but his size still took a moment to adjust to.

Emma wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing her heels into the dimples above his ass and forcing him deeper, causing them both to gasp. He moved his hands to either side of her hips then, gripping the desk as he set a punishing pace, crowding her and making her heart race even more as she felt his breath puffing out in labored bursts against the damp skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

She leaned back onto her elbows then, his proximity burning her up, and let her gaze flicker down to where they were joined. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever witnessed - his glistening length moving in and out of her, the toned muscles of her stomach quivering every time he filled her up, and the flex of his abs controlling his measured movements. His hair was mussed from her roaming hands, and she couldn't help but marvel at how devastatingly sexy he looked as he took her hard and fast atop his desk.

The forbidden nature of their tryst, accompanied by the risk of getting caught should anyone walk into the bullpen, both added to the euphoric surges of adrenaline coursing through both of them. The blinds of the office were open and even though it was unlikely anyone would return to the station so late, it wasn't impossible, and Emma couldn't deny there was a certain thrill to taking such a risk.

Killian leaned forward suddenly, his large hands moving from the desk to grip her waist, helping him to force her down on every stroke. She squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure washed over her, feeling him deeper than she thought possible, stars popping behind her eyes.

"Open your eyes, love. Open your eyes and watch me fuck you."

His growled request sent a bolt of desire right through her and she did as he asked, all concern about getting caught flying out of her head as she opened her eyes, gasping for breath with each roll of his hips. She was close, and she prayed he wouldn't deny her this time. As her body began to tense up, toes curling and her orgasm tingling low in her belly, she realized that words were falling from her lips.

"Oh, God, don't stop, please don't stop, I'm close! Killian, I'm-...oh fuck...I'm...I'm gonna come…"

With that, every nerve in her body felt like it was being set alight, pleasure zipping down her spine and making her legs shake as they tightened around him like a vice, ankles locking over the small of his back to keep him deep inside her. She was distantly aware of his voice, warning her that he was about to follow her over the edge, that he couldn't stop and that he was going to spill himself inside her if she didn't let go…

Emma startled awake, heart racing and skin damp as reality seeped back into her consciousness. She was at her own desk...fully clothed and still shaking slightly from the orgasm she'd seemingly had in her sleep while sat at her goddamn desk. The transcripts she'd been working on were open on the screen in front of her and the room was dark and silent. It had been a dream. She'd had a fucking sex dream at work, with her temporary FBI partner in the starring role.

Groaning in frustration and shame, she dropped her head back to the desk and mused over how royally fucked she was. And not in the good way.

"Go on then, what'd he do this time?"

Will sighed wearily, eyeing his partner as they sat in the patrol car in the station parking lot eating their lunch the next day. Emma glanced over at him, attempting nonchalance and failing miserably. She shifted her attention back to the cheese and bacon sub in her lap, knowing that he'd read her way too easily if she looked him in the eye.

"What are you talking about?"

She replied around a mouthful of sandwich. Will rolled his eyes and placed his own sandwich down, canting his head toward the station.

"You're avoidin' 'im."

"Avoiding who?"

Another roll of his eyes and a weary sigh.

"Don't play dumb with me, Em. Mr. Federal Bureau of Indecently Attractive. Last time you made us 'ave lunch in the car was that time you were avoidin' Dave when he busted you for taking a case right after you got shot in the arm and were supposed to be at home recoverin'. You're not as subtle as you think you are. So what's he done to piss you off now?"

Emma shifted in her seat, tempted to change the subject or tell her friend in no uncertain terms to just drop it. But with a sidelong glance in his direction again, she made the split second decision to actually let him in. There weren't many people she felt comfortable talking to, but Will was one of them. They'd been through alot together in their few years as partners, and she trusted him.

"I had a sex dream about him."

Will choked, clearly not expecting such a blunt confession right at the moment he'd decided to take a bite of his lunch. Coughing up the chunk of mushed bread and chicken that had lodged itself in his windpipe, face red from the shock of it, he quickly recovered from the near-death experience and turned to stare at Emma.

"'Scuse me, what?"

He said, sure he must have heard her wrong. She huffed in embarrassment, sinking down a little in her seat and wrapping her sub back up, suddenly no longer hungry and regretting her confession.

"You heard me. And I don't wanna talk about it."

Will spluttered a little, indignation on his face.

"Swan, you can't just drop a bloody bomb like that and then be all 'I don't wanna talk 'bout it'. Bloody 'ell, woman, you try'na end me?"

Emma rolled her eyes this time, folding her arms and glaring a hole into the steering wheel. Will shook his head, reaching over and squeezing her arm somewhat reassuringly.

"Sorry. Just...didn't expect that. Look, s'normal to 'ave...dreams like that an' whatnot. S'just our bodies way of lettin' off steam. Or whatever. I mean, I've 'ad sex dreams 'bout you-" her eyes snapped up to meet his and he held up his hands, "Calm down, it ain't like I wanna sleep with you or nowt. You're like me sister-...okay no, that makes it sound even weirder..."

He scratched his head, clearly flustered as he tried to explain himself, and Emma simply raised her eyebrows as he continued.

"I just mean...uh...well, when I've dreamed...that stuff...it's mostly after days when you've been doin' me head in. It's like me brain translates the frustration into...that. So maybe he's just windin' you up and it's your brain's way of try'na deal with it. It ain't a big deal..."

His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment by the time he finished rambling, but she offered him a small smile, appreciative of his fumbled efforts at reassuring her.

"He wasn't pissing me off, for once. He'd actually impressed me. But yeah...maybe you're right...maybe it's just this case getting me all…" she waved her hands around in exasperation and sighed, "I'll be glad when we catch the son of a bitch and close the case, so Killian can just leave and I can get on with my job again without all this distraction."

Will smirked and she narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"Nowt. Just...y'know...I've never known anyone to get under yer skin like this before. Maybe there's a reason he's such a distraction."

Emma punched him in the arm, somewhat lacking in enthusiasm but he winced anyway, and glared at him.

"Don't start with that bullshit, Scarlet. You were doing okay with the whole 'bestfriend advice' thing, in your own awkward kinda way, until now. Don't spoil it."

Will stared at her, his eyes softening, and she frowned.

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

"I'm your bestfriend?"

Emma rolled her eyes again, despite the small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I'll demote you back down to 'work partner and occasional acquaintance' if you don't shut the fuck up. Anyway...come on, we better get back to work."

With that, she shoved her abandoned sub into the side console and hopped out of the car. Will grinned, following her lead, and as they headed across the parking lot he hooked his arm through hers, his tone chipper and teasing,

"Come on then, bestie, let's go get the bad guys!"

The afternoon saw Emma keeping her focus on her computer and away from Killian's office, working her way through the transcribed conversations from Regina's phonecalls. She couldn't help but feel somewhat resentful of the imaginary breakthrough she'd made in her dream, before it had turned decidedly more R-Rated.

In reality, most of the conversations she was reading were simply appointments, both for business and pleasure; meetings with prospective adoptive parents and pregnant women wishing to use the company's services (and her heart still ached remembering her own stint in their shoes), punctuated with hair and nail appointments and numerous arrangements for lunch with big donors or board executives.

It was tedious to scroll through, and the software wasn't hugely reliable at converting whole files. She wondered how much Belle would hate her if she requested manual transcription. Just as she was on the verge of casually dropping by to visit Belle and put the idea out there, the latest file she'd opened caught her attention and had her blood running cold as her eyes scanned the words on the screen.

Letting out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Emma tried to gather her thoughts and steady herself. Her dream had been lingering at the edge of her peripheries all day, but now it was replaying in vivid technicolor and she was more than a little freaked out that any part of had grown roots in reality.

Hastily taking down the file number and standing on shaking legs, Emma headed straight for Killian's office, trying to ignore the fact that her pulse was racing and her palms were sweating. She had to get a hold of herself. Killian didn't need to know that she'd dreamed up this big break up before it happened, or what had followed. And it wasn't like any other part of the dream was happening - for a start, it was mid-afternoon, not late at night, and the station was busy, not deserted. Still, she couldn't help but feel unsettled as she knocked nervously on the door.

Killian waved her in with a warm smile, but she avoided his gaze.

"Hi...I, uh….need the original file for one of Regina's phone conversations…"

She shuffled her feet and cleared her throat, lingering in the doorway and anxious to retreat as quickly as possible.

"Oh...of course. I'll have Belle email it to you. Which one?"

Hesitating for a moment, Emma finally crossed the room and handed Killian the scrap of paper on which she'd written the file number. As he took it from her, his fingers brushed hers and she yanked her arm away as though he'd burned her. Flustered, she stepped back, turning on her heel with a mumbled 'thanks' and moving quickly toward the door, attempting to remove herself from the situation before he-

"Detective Swan…"

Too late.

Stopping with her back still to him, she took a moment to school her features into something she hoped resembled calm indifference, and turned once again to face him. As she did so, she jammed her hands into her back pockets to avoid fidgeting and giving her discomfort and nervousness away too easily.

"Yeah?"

She asked, relieved that her voice sounded normal, at least. He eyed her warily, a frown creasing his brow.

"Have I done something to upset you? Again."

"What? No…"

He didn't seem convinced, and she had to admit that she probably wouldn't have believed her either. For a human lie detector, she wasn't a very good liar herself.

"You've clearly been avoiding me all day and I've found that you avoiding me tends to correlate with my ability to stick my foot in my mouth. This time, though, I honestly have no idea what I've done, so please enlighten me and allow me to apologize. I seem to have an uncanny ability to piss you off, and I'm not sure how many more times cupcakes are going to suffice."

She felt a stab of guilt at his words, realizing that he was clearly wracking his brain for what he could have said or done this time to get on her bad side, when in reality she was the one with the issues, not him. He hadn't done anything other than getting under her skin and being sinfully attractive...neither of which she could really hold him accountable for.

Swallowing thickly, she shook her head.

"You haven't done anything. I just-...wanna get on with my job. And I'm pretty sure I've got a lead, so…" she caught the slight drop of his shoulders and the flash of defeat in his eyes, and sighed, "Look, Killian...you haven't done anything. Honestly, you haven't. I'm just...dealing with some stuff and this case is weighing kinda heavy and I'm trying not to get distracted by anything because there's some motherfucker out there murdering women and ripping their hearts out and who the hell knows when he's gonna decide to do it again, so...I just really want to break this case as fast as possible..."

She knew she was ranting, excuses that weren't exactly untrue pouring from her lips despite the fact that she knew full well he was looking right through her and seeing the half-truths for exactly what they were. Thankfully, though, he let it go, simply nodding and letting her excuses fly.

"Alright...I'll have Belle email you the files."

She nodded, relief flooding her as she turned toward the door once more, her safe retreat in sight.

"And Emma?"

She stilled, halfway out of the door, and hesitantly glanced back over her shoulder at him.

"Mmm?"

"If you wish to talk...about anything that's bothering you...I'm quite a good listener. No strings, no expectations, no judgement. I know these types of cases can do a number on you, especially if you bottle it up."

She paused for a moment, mumbling a quick 'thank you', before heading back out into the comforting bustle of the bullpen. Killian stared after her, wondering if he'd be lucky enough to break the enigma that was Emma Swan, or if he'd ever get to see the person she kept hidden behind all of those mile-high walls.

A.N: Two in one week! I'm on fire, apparently! Thanks so much for all the kind words of support in regards to my personal trials. I appreciate it a lot. And also for the reviews, cos they're like crack to me. Keep 'em coming! ;) Be honest - how pissed off with me were you when the smutty goodness turned out to be a dream?! LOL! Not a whole huge lot to do with the case in this one, seeing as the R Rated stuff took over most of it, but I'll be pressing on with all that next chapter.