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Your Case or Mine

Chapter 13

Will was not a morning person. Especially when he'd had a bit too much to drink the night before, to drown out the sounds of his best friend's moans of pleasure that had been echoing in his head on loop.

He adored Emma, and admittedly when they'd first met he'd fancied her. Who wouldn't, he'd reasoned. She was gorgeous, whip-smart and knew how to kick ass even if her opponent was three times her size, while making it look like child's play. He'd flirted playfully in the early days of their partnership and she'd always shot him down with a roll of her eyes or a withering glare, or occasionally with a sarcastic retort of her own. She'd wearily requested David paired her with someone else for weeks, but they grew on one another.

She had a quick wit and a sharp tongue that he'd always admired, and he felt fiercely protective of her, just as he knew she did of him. He'd fantastized about her plenty times, usually when they'd butted heads and had a heated difference of opinion over something. He'd even admitted that secret to her just a few weeks earlier. But their partnership was purely platonic, so occasionally giving her the starring role in a dirty fantasy was a far cry from actually hearing and seeing her in the midst of foreplay. Especially when it was with a man Will was pretty sure wouldn't look out of place in some high quality pornos, with his rugged good looks and lean physique.

And there was no doubt they looked good together, with her fair complexion and golden locks contrasting so well with his tanned skin and dark hair. But Will really didn't need the image of Killian's dark head between Emma's pale thighs seared into his brain for all eternity. It was a small mercy that he hadn't seen more, but even the little he had witnessed was enough to haunt his dreams.

It wasn't often he woke up annoyed at being aroused, but he refused to get himself off to the image of Emma and Killian. It felt wrong. So, instead, he took a cold shower and reluctantly got ready for work. At 6:30am, it was hours earlier than he was usually up, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get anymore sleep even if he tried.

Once he'd showered, he headed to the station, bypassing his usual breakfast stop at Granny's. He really wasn't hungry and he didn't want an interrogation from Ruby, who would instantly be able to tell something was off with him. So he grabbed a large coffee from the station's coffee cart in the parking lot, and wearily made his way up to the bullpen.

When he arrived, a little after 7:30am, David was already in his office, but otherwise there was no one around yet, other than the rookie who'd taken over for him the night before. David did a double take when he caught sight of Will arriving and emerged from his office with a frown.

"I didn't see any pigs flying around when I came in this morning."

He commented, making his way over to Will's desk. He forced a cheery grin for his boss, but he knew David saw right through it.

"I'm glad you're here so early. We need to talk."

Will gulped down some of his coffee, steeling himself, and gave a curt nod. He already had a feeling he knew what it was about, and he'd been dreading it since he woke up. Following David into his office, he slouched down into one of the chairs and sighed.

"I assume you know what I'm going to ask you."

Will grimaced, but gave a nonchalant shrug and David levelled a stern gaze on him. He felt like he was back in high school, being dragged into the Principal's office for raiding the vending machines when he'd figured out that shaking them meant he didn't have to pay for snacks.

"Imagine my surprise when i come in this morning, to Billy informing me that one of the cameras has been turned off."

"Who the bloody 'ell is Billy?"

Will snarked, scuffing his shoes against the worn-out hardwood floor. David made a noise of frustration and perched on the edge of his desk, arms folded, glowering at his subordinate.

"The night shift rookie who took direct orders from you not to turn one of the cameras back on. Care to explain yourself, Scarlet?"

"Not really."

"Will. What the hell are you playing at? Those cameras are set up to keep Emma safe. You know what's at stake; she could've been in danger and we wouldn't have known-"

"She was screaming for an entirely different reason last night."

He muttered under his breath, not quite loud enough for David to hear properly, and he frowned in confusion.

"What did you say?"

"Nowt."

"Will!"

"A'ight! She and Killian were fuckin', okay?! I didn't wanna sit there and watch 'em like some fuckin' creepy little perv, so I turned it off. And I messed around with it an' erased the bit that got recorded. Then when the rookie - Bobby or whatever he's called - got 'ere, I told him to leave that camera off. I don't know 'im and I didn't fancy the idea of anyone sittin' and watchin' Emma like that."

David's face was like thunder, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to regain his ability to form words. Will sighed.

"I 'ad a feelin' they'd forgot about the cameras the other day. But I didn't think...I woulda texted her and reminded her about 'em if I'd known they were gonna end up-"

"Alright. You don't need to say it again."

David snapped, pacing the room and running a hand through his hair. Will wasn't sure if his face was so red with embarrassment or anger, so he remained quiet, waiting for an order or a dismissal from the office.

"Does she know? About what you saw, I mean."

"Well, I text her as soon as I'd shut off the camera and mic. Depends if she read the messages yet."

Will shrugged and David heaved a sigh of frustration, moving to drop down heavily into his chair and shaking his head.

"What is she thinking? This is all going to end in tears."

"She likes him. A lot. You know she ain't one for jumpin' into the sack with someone she can't walk out on as soon as the deed's done. She never goes back to the same bloke twice, so this one must be different to her."

David narrowed his eyes, and Will felt his stomach drop as he realized what he'd inadvertently said.

"What do you mean, 'twice'?"

"Uh...nowt. I just meant...uh...that if they do it again...it'll be twice. Ha. Uh...I should get back to work-"

He went to stand, eager to escape before his boss intensified the interrogation. He'd never been a particularly good liar, but he didn't want to betray Emma's trust. Granted, she'd only admitted she'd slept with Killian the first time because he'd figured it out himself, but still. It somehow felt like he was snitching on his big sister, and he was no snitch.

"Sit. Down."

David growled, and Will reluctantly did so. If Emma was his big sister, then David was certainly his strict father. It was a weird, dysfunctional family dynamic they had going after so many years working together, and he didn't hate it. Until moments like this.

"I don't know owt."

Will said defensively, folding his arms. David studied him with narrowed eyes for endlessly long seconds before his glare softened slightly, tone a little less harsh than before.

"You do. And you don't want to betray her trust if she told you something in confidence. I respect that. I know how close the two of you are, and that you want to protect her. I even agree that turning off that camera was the right thing to do. I probably would have done the same...before driving over there and putting a stop to it myself. But as someone who cares about her just as much as you do, and as the person responsible for her wellbeing from this end, while she's out there trying to bait a killer...I need to know what's going on."

Will hesitated, scrubbing a hand over his face as his shoulders slumped in defeat. He had no doubt that, had David been in his shoes the night before, he would have gone straight over there and banged on their front door to put a stop to what was going on in the bedroom. But he also knew that David was the one with the ultimate responsibility of maintaining her safety behind the scenes. And he took that responsibility very seriously.

"She's slept with 'im before," Will muttered, still reluctant, "The night before his lot took over the case, she went home from the pub with 'im. She didn't know who he was then, obviously. That's why things were so icy between 'em at first. She ain't used to dealin' with seein' her one night stands again."

David leaned back in his chair, an exasperated expression on his face as Will continued.

"I thought she mighta backed outta this whole undercover thing after he said he'd go into the field with her. And I don't think she planned on likin' him back, but she does. I can tell by the way she looks at 'im sometimes. She don't look at no one else like that."

He shrugged noncommittally, not wanting to put labels on what may or may not be blossoming between Emma and Killian. It wasn't his business, and he knew Emma wouldn't appreciate him speculating about her feelings when he suspected she may not even be sure of them herself yet.

"Alright, alright. I get it. And I suppose she's a grown woman and there's no...rules against what they're doing. I just think it's reckless of them to allow themselves to be distracted. They know they've put themselves into a dangerous situation and they should be focusing on the case."

"Dave, mate...Emma's a workaholic. And you're always the one tryin' to push her into doin' something non-work-related. Though really, I dunno if doin' Killian really counts as-"

"Will! Go. That is not helpful."

Will chuckled and waggled his eyebrows at David as he stood up and made for the door. It hadn't gone as badly as he'd feared, but he wasn't relishing Emma finding out that David knew about both of her dalliances with Killian. He supposed he'd just have to jump off that bridge when he came to it, and he'd simply get on with his work for the morning while he waited for her inevitable phone call.

CS

The first thing Emma was aware of as consciousness slowly returned to her, was the feeling of being watched. It wasn't wholly unpleasant, but sat on the edges of her awareness while her limbs slowly followed her into wakefulness.

She kept her eyes closed, clinging to the remnants of the best sleep she'd had in years. Her body felt sore and pleasantly used, as muscles she'd forgotten about protested her attempt to shift position.

She was lying on her stomach with her head turned inwards, having shifted from the warm cocoon of Killian's arms sometime through the night. The warmth and comfort of the bed was doing nothing to convince her to properly wake up. A small smile twitched at the corners of her lips, but still, her eyes remained closed.

"Do you always watch your lovers sleep? Cos it's creepy. Stop it."

She said playfully, voice husky with sleep. She heard Killian laugh softly, the bed vibrating ever so slightly with it, and Emma finally cracked an eye open. He was lying on his side, propped up on his elbow facing her, and there was no question about whether or not he'd been watching her sleep.

"Good morning to you too, Swan," he smirked, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead, "And I do so love the sound of you calling us lovers."

Emma felt her cheeks heat up immediately, only just realizing the label she'd so easily given them. Snorting to cover the fact that her heart was suddenly racing, she turned her head and muttered about it being "too early".

But Killian had other ideas. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, grazing his teeth gently over the soft skin, and she sighed as her body instinctively reacted to him. Turning onto her back and doing her best to shoot him a glare (it definitely fell flat), she quickly gave up pretending not to be affected by him.

The way he was looking at her, as though she was the only thing he wanted for breakfast, had her blood humming pleasantly under her skin, despite the fact that her muscles were protesting every movement she made. She bit her lip, the charged air in the room palpable to both of them, she was sure. Glancing at the clock over his shoulder, Emma turned on her side to face him, ignoring the twinges from her thighs and abs.

"It's 7am. Aren't you usually up and making us coffee by now?"

She jabbed his chest with her finger, just for an excuse to touch him, if she was being honest with herself. He took the opportunity to take her hand and lace their fingers together, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of her hand, holding her eye contact the whole time.

"If that was a hint that the Lady Swan requires caffeine, then I am more than happy to oblige."

He chuckled, and went to move away. But she tightened their joined hands and he considered her with a curious but interested gaze.

"How about we leave the coffee for a bit later and you join me in the shower?"

She suggested coyly, sounding much more confident in her offer than she actually felt. "The morning after" wasn't something she had much experience with. She never stayed the night, so there was no awkward smalltalk in the harsh light of day to deal with. And definitely no morning sex.

The night before, as she'd drifted off, a part of her had been worried she'd be gripped with panic and a crippling need to get out as fast as possible upon waking. She didn't want to feel that, but she knew herself pretty well and she was acutely aware of how dysfunctional she was when it came to normal adult interactions with someone she'd spent the night with. Her instinctive panic upon seeing Killian the day after their first night spent together, being a perfect example.

But there was no panic. No desperate, clawing sensation in her throat. No crushing sense of claustrophobia or need to avoid Killian for the rest of forever. No, in fact, it was the opposite, for the first time in her life. She woke up beside a man who'd worshipped her body in ways she'd never even known were possible, and all she could think of was how devastatingly handsome he looked with sleepy eyes and sex hair.

She didn't feel panic. Instead, there was just a gently simmering buzz of arousal making her skin flush, and an itch in her fingers to touch him again, to thread her fingers in his chest hair and feel his skin against hers again.

His eyes had darkened, and it was a moment before he found words, clearly taken aback by her suggestion but not at all opposed to it. He pulled her body flush against his in one quick motion and she squeaked in surprise. Kissing her neck, and then across her shoulder, he paused before pulling back to look into her eyes.

"I do believe I may be dreaming right now, but I'm certainly not going to turn down the offer of seeing you wet and naked for me to start off my day."

Emma felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks again and pressed her face into his neck, laughing softly and shaking her head.

"I was wet and naked for you last night, no shower needed."

She quipped, yelping when he spanked her ass lightly, catching her off guard. She disentangled herself from him then, slipping out of her side of the bed and walking toward their bathroom, unashamedly naked and adding just the slightest, tantalizing sway to her hips, knowing his eyes were drinking her in, watching every move.

When she reached the bathroom door, she looked over her shoulder at him with a smoldering smirk, and within seconds he was scrambling out of bed to chase her into the bathroom.

He reached the doorway and paused, watching her hungrily as she leaned in to turn on the shower. She moved back to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush then, doing her best to act as casual as possible, despite his gaze burning her up as she stood in front of the large mirror and sink, brushing her teeth, naked as the day she was born.

Killian stepped closer, purposefully pressing himself to her back and letting her feel the hard length of him against her ass as he reached around her and took his own toothbrush. His arms crowded her in when he reached for the toothpaste with his other hand, keeping his gaze on her in the mirror the entire time. There was a flush on her chest, rising up her neck, and he couldn't resist pressing her kiss to the tender skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder, revelling in the way her breathing visibly hitched. She faltered, standing perfectly still for a moment until she regained her senses and continued to brush her teeth.

He stepped back, satisfied that he'd managed to throw her off her game momentarily, and moved to stand beside her, his smirk reaching his eyes as he gazed mischievously at her in the mirror as they continued to brush in silence. She shook her head at the sparkle in his eyes, leaning forward to spit and almost headbutting the tap when she felt his hand suddenly squeeze her ass.

Snapping her gaze back at him, she attempted to scowl but it didn't hold any real power, and he quickly spit too, before stepping back into her personal space and pressing her up against the vanity, eyes now black with desire.

"You can't bend over naked in front of a man when you have an arse as delectible as yours, and expect me to be able to hold it together, love."

He growled, and Emma shivered, swallowing hard when he tossed the toothbrush aside and moved his hands to her hips, hoisting her up to perch on the edge of the vanity. She spread her legs instinctively and locked her ankles behind his back when he stepped between them. Their lips met in a passionate and needy kiss, both of them groaning into it, hearts pounding and hands wandering.

"God, I want you so much."

He mumbled against her lips, and she whined in response, needing friction desperately but unable to rock her hips against him as much as she wanted to. He was pressed firmly between her legs, and she had no doubt he could feel what he was doing to her just as easily as she could feel what she was doing to him.

"Shower."

She whimpered as he kissed down her neck, his hands firmly squeezing her ass, as she suddenly remembered that they'd left the water running. He pulled back for a brief moment to glance over at the shower, and then yanked her even more firmly against him, lifting her off the vanity and carrying her over to the shower.

He reluctantly set her down so they could step into the shower together, wanting to avoid an accident if he slipped while holding her up. She eagerly stepped under the spray, her body thrumming with desire and the ache between her legs making her knees feel weak. Tilting her head under the stream of hot water to wet her hair, she then wiped the water from her face and stepped aside to allow Killian to do the same.

He wasted no time in pressing her up against the shower wall though, desperate to continue what they'd started, and she moaned loudly when he moved his mouth to her breasts, swirling his tongue around each of her nipples in turn and gently dragging his teeth over them. She shuddered under his ministrations, raking her hands through his wet hair and lightly dragging her nails against his scalp.

Killian suddenly dropped to his knees, and Emma bit her lip, heat pulsing through her when he lifted on of her legs over his shoulder and wasted no time in devouring her until she was a shivering, whimpering mess falling apart above him. She was still coming down from her first high when he stood up and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and stealing her breath again.

"Fuck, you're way too good at that…"

She sighed into his mouth and felt him grin in self-satisfaction. The smug look was quickly wiped off his face when he felt her hand grip him though. With some expert twists of her wrist, she had him panting, but he stopped her when she tried to drop to her knees.

"First thing in a morning, love, I'm not going to last a minute if you use that wicked mouth of yours on me. And I'd much rather be buried inside you before it's Game Over."

Emma smiled coyly at him but nodded, releasing him and glancing over at the small, built-in bench in the far corner of the shower cubicle. Moving out of his arms, his curious gaze following her, Emma stepped closer to the bench and looked over her shoulder at Killian with a sultry smirk. Lifting her hands and pressing them flat against the wall opposite the shower, she bent forward and arched her back a little. He got the message, immediately stepping forward and grabbing her hips, growling as he leaned over her and nipped her shoulder, sliding his hands up her body and around to cup her breasts and thumb at her nipples.

"Oh, God, just fuck me already, Killian. Please."

Emma moaned, eyes falling closed as she let the pleasure of his touch wash over her. He stilled, cock nestled against her ass, and she looked back at him in confusion.

"What? Why are you stopping?"

She asked frantically and he reached up to scratch his ear, the bashful action completely at odds with the fact that they were naked and pressed against one another rather intimately.

"I-uh...what about...do you want me to get a condom from the bedroom?"

He asked softly, and Emma froze. She hadn't thought about that, but the fact that he'd stopped them in their tracks just to remind her...it made her heart flutter and she bit her lip. Glancing toward the bedroom, she made a decision and straightened up, turning to face him and stepping forward into his arms. She pressed a tender kiss to his lips and smiled up at him a little shyly.

"I have an IUD, and I take birth control pills. And...I trust you. I know the last time we did it without, it was an oversight and I couldn't believe I'd been that reckless when I didn't even know you. But this time...I'm okay with it. If you are."

Killian stared at her, astounded by the trust she was placing in him. He knew she'd had an unplanned pregnancy before, and that choosing to give him this was a huge leap of faith on her part. He was so awed, in fact, that he almost said something he knew she wasn't anywhere near ready to hear. To fight back the words that were burning his tongue, he surged forward and claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss.

She gasped into it, but responded quickly, opening for him as he deepened the kiss. Backing her up, he pressed her against the wall and lifted her up effortlessly, once again in the position they'd been in earlier. But this time, he shifted so that he was lined up at her entrance, and then paused. Meeting her gaze, he waited for permission, wanting to be sure that she was okay with foregoing the extra protection. When she nodded, holding her breath and waiting for him to thrust home, he steadied himself and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, before giving them what they both needed, and sinking into her.

She cried out against his lips, her thighs trembling against his hips, and he stilled, letting her get used to his size again. They'd had quite the workout the night before, and he knew she was probably as sore as he was, so he took it slow.

Being inside her again, and able to feel everything, without the barrier of a condom, had him on the edge almost immediately. But he held it off, intent on bringing her to completion again before he found his own release.

"M-move, Killian. You need to move."

She pleaded, her nails creating little crescent indentations on his shoulders as she trembled in his arms. He heeded her request and pulled almost all the way out before slamming home, a guttural cry of pleasure tearing from her throat and her head tipping back against the tiled wall. He kept his stokes long and deep, canting his hips and rocking them against her in a strong rhythm that had Emma clawing at his back and trying to ride him faster as she chased her high.

He slowed his strokes and let her take the lead, watching with rapt attention as she rolled her hips, the muscles in her thighs and abs quivering with the effort and her eyes closed in concentration. He could tell as she neared the edge, her breath catching and her movements becoming jerky and less coordinated, soft moans falling from her lips and her inner walls fluttering around him.

He cursed under his breath, trying to stop himself from falling with her, and as he felt her body tense up completely, back arched with a gasped, "oh god, I'm coming…", Killian shifted to hold her up with one arm, enabling him to slip his free hand between them. She hadn't yet come down from her high, but as his fingers found her clit with unerring accuracy, she choked on a moan and her eyes snapped open, finding his dark gaze and widening in shock.

"Come on, lass, give me another."

She was still trembling from her orgasm, but his fingers pressing against her so suddenly sent her headfirst into another, and her entire body was suffused in bliss once more. Her legs were twitching and it took a few moments to realize that she was crying out rather loudly, her abs contracting over and over again as he kept circling his fingers against her.

When she knew she couldn't take anymore, she unlocked her legs and somehow managed to stay upright as her feet hit the tiled floor and he slipped out of her. Killian's arms were around her then, holding her steady, which she was more than a little grateful for considering the fact that she was shaking like a leaf. Staring up at him, it took Emma a moment to be able to form words.

"I...two...wow. I've never...I didn't even think I could…"

Killian smirked at her inability to speak properly, dipping down to press a quick kiss to her lips.

"There's only one rule for multiple orgasms, love. Pick a partner who knows what he's doing."

She stared at him, in awe of the things he could do to her and the way her body responded so deliciously to every touch he administered. If she believed in the notion of two people being made for each other, she would absolutely think that perhaps her body was made for his touch.

Leaning up to kiss him again, she nipped at his bottom lip and pressed herself against his front. She felt the rumble in his throat as he responded to her, and before she could blink, he had her pressed against the tiled wall once more, hands roaming her wet body, unable to get enough of touching her.

"Turn around love. Let me have you again."

He growled next to her ear and she shuddered involuntarily, but did as he asked. On shaky legs, she turned, resuming the position she'd been in earlier, bent slightly forward with her hands braced against the wall. Smiling over her shoulder at him, still feeling a little lightheaded from her first ever multiple orgasm, body buzzing pleasantly with the afterglow, she turned her hips suggestively. He wasted no time, lining himself up and sinking into her again, burying himself to the hilt and groaning as pleasure consumed him.

He began to thrust slowly, with hard, deep strokes, just like before, his hands gripping her hips roughly. She'd probably have fingerprint bruises the next day, but neither could bring themselves to care. She encouraged him by pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts, a litany of praise falling from his lips as she did so, and answering moans falling from hers.

They got lost in the pleasure of it all, paying no mind to the fact that the water had started to run cold behind them. His thrusts sped up, his coordination slipping as he felt his release tingling at the base of his spine and the tops of his thighs. He grabbed Emma's leg then, without faltering, and encouraged her to put her foot on the built-in bench. The change in angle made him hit her deeper and she gasped, the air backing up in her lungs and stars dancing in front of her eyes.

"Think you can give me one more, Swan?"

He choked out, so close that his voice trembled with the effort to hold back. She nodded frantically, slipping her hand between her legs and giving herself the extra bit of stimulation she needed.

"Close...I'm close..."

She whispered, her legs shaking, and then she was falling again, white light blurring her vision with the force of it. He couldn't hold back any longer, the feeling of her inner walls fluttering and gripping him like a vice too much for him to resist. He thrust deeply one last time and stilled, groaning and cursing as he shot his release deep inside her, the pulses seemingly endless in one of the strongest orgasms he'd ever had.

They remained joined for long moments, both trying to catch their breath and find their balance. He finally slipped from her and she whimpered with the loss, swallowing thickly as she felt his release slipping down her thigh. It was the first time she'd allowed a man to finish inside her since…

Squeezing her eyes shut, she silently cursed herself for letting her mind go there, and Killian seemed to sense the tension that had suddenly stiffened her shoulders. He encouraged her to turn and face him, and she did so somewhat reluctantly.

"Did I...do something wrong, love? Was I not supposed to...y'know…"

Emma quickly shook her head, dispelling his worries and cupping his cheek gently. She gave him a shaky smile, trying to reassure him.

"No, no, I'm fine. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just...not used to...that."

She laughed nervously, shaking her head again and feeling inexplicably awkward. They'd done unspeakably decadent things to each others' bodies over the last 12 hours, yet she suddenly felt shy and awkward standing before him in the shower.

She reached around him to find the water running cold now, but not too cold that it was uncomfortable against her overheated skin when she side-stepped him to stand underneath the spray. He watched her carefully, cautious as he moved close enough to let the water hit him too. She met his gaze with a small smile and he seemed to relax a little, tentatively drawing her into his arms and pressing a kiss into her wet hair when she nuzzled into his neck. They stood in comfortable silence beneath the cool water and allowed themselves to enjoy a quiet moment.

CS

After cleaning up with a proper shower, drying off and getting dressed, Emma and Killian headed downstairs, both famished after their morning workout. Killian set to work rustling up some bacon and waffles, while Emma set the coffee machine. After setting down two steaming mugs of coffee and a glass of OJ each on the breakfast bar, she grabbed her phone to check for any texts or missed calls.

There were four missed calls from David, and a a number of texts from Will. With her heart jumping at the thought that maybe there'd been a lucky break in the case, Emma quickly unlocked her phone and opened Will's texts.

But as quickly as her heart had jumped, it was sinking, and as her eyes scanned over the words, her mouth went dry. A swirling sense of panic erupted in her gut and her chest constricted painfully. Looking up, her gaze found the tiny camera she knew was nestled into the intricate design of a candle holder high on one of the kitchen shelves.

"What's wrong, Swan? You've gone pale."

Killian suddenly said, snapping Emma out of her panicked reverie. She met his gaze, swallowing hard, and when she spoke, her voice was barely more than a choked whisper. She looked back down at her phone again, her throat tightening as she reread the words in front of her.

"The cameras…"