This one deserves a note: if you like Hook, I'm not sure you should read this chapter because that wedding was/is/and always will be a mistake. I'd rather have Emma not marrying the pirate, and I suppose by now all of you realized I don't like him at all. A&E managed to ruin Captain Hook to me in a way I can't believe.
I tried to put him here, but nope. With that being said, enjoy a jab at this absurdity. And obviously, canon divergent in a lot of aspects. Enjoy!
"Hey!"
"Oh, look who's here!"
"Why are you sitting on grandpa's lap, ma?"
"I can't sit here?"
"It's not that," Henry averts his eyes and blushes. "It's just that I'm not used to seeing you two like this."
"Well," Emma turns her face to David, hand placed on his chest gently as she looks back at her son with a soft smile on her lips, "get used to it, kid, it's not going to happen a lot, but I guess I can seek dad's comfort when I need it, don't you think?"
"Of course!" Henry's enthusiastic exclamation makes them chuckle.
"Besides," David adds, "she's giving me some attention now, you should see her all clingy to her mother last night."
Henry's laughter fills the station with a sweet kind of joy that Emma wants to keep close to her heart now that she has her family in her life.
"I'm sorry for interrupting," the boy begins and hands them a bag with lunch as he steps away from the sheriff's office. "But I'm here just to deliver lunch; grandma said she didn't have time to fix something for you, so she gave me money to buy some."
"Thank you, Henry," David opens the bag and eyes the food inside. It's not what he wants right now, but it will do just fine when he finishes what he's started.
"Anytime, grandpa," Henry looks down to his shoes and back up with an intense red coloring his cheeks.
"What is it, kid?"
David swallows hard, suddenly afraid of what is about to come.
"I was wondering, ma, if you could come to school next week," the young boy gets even redder in the face and looks like he's about to burst into flames. "It's just that I'm supposed to take my mom to introduce her to my friends and talk about her work."
"Right, and you've done it already with Regina."
"Yes," he gulps hard and looks up at them, too nervous to notice any changes in Emma's posture. "I was wondering if…"
"Of course I'll go, Henry," she smiles broadly and he jumps; fist punching the air in relief.
"Next Friday, be there at 10 am, please!"
"I will."
Henry turns his back, relieved and happy, making plans for the Savior's visit to his class, without realizing that he nearly busted Emma and David.
"That was so close, holy shit!"
"It was," David looks at her naked form on his lap and frowns. "We're still naked, how did he not see it?"
"First, good thing you played along," she grins and presses her lips to his tenderly. "Second, when I heard him shouting, I knew we didn't have much time to dress, so I cast a spell I learned before the wedding."
"Learned how?"
"Regina has been teaching me more about spells, potions, and how to control my magic more accurately."
"It's paid off, then."
"Yes, it has."
"Now," he shifts his hips, cupping her sex and slipping a finger inside her, savoring the gasp that leaves her mouth. "Shall we?"
Emma laughs and turns on David's lap, sitting upright, and breasts pressing against his chest as his hand runs down her stomach to resume his previous activities. He loves his grandson, but damn Henry for interrupting them; he was so close to make her come, so close to fuck her.
"You can't possibly want me to keep fingering you."
"I can make you do it," she begins, lips hovering over his neck as the ghost of a kiss teases his pulse point. "But I'm seriously too hot and bothered to care about foreplay right now."
David groans and quickly lifts himself off the chair. He steps out of the office, heading towards the back of the station where a small bed is hidden behind the archive where they used to rest during the rare night shifts. These days, though, this little room, as well as her spells, protects them from prying eyes, and he couldn't be more grateful for the commodity of magic.
He places her on the thin mattress and watches as she waves her hands a couple of times. He can sense the protection around them, he can sense his heart rate quickening, he can smell her arousal as he kneels before her.
"I missed you," he tells her as he peppers tiny kisses up and down her legs. His hands are nervous, impatient just as she is.
"I missed you, too," she gasps as he presses his lips to her sex. Emma bucks her hips in hopes to prolong the touch, but his lips are somewhere else when she whimpers, a plea slipping out of her mouth as he keeps teasing her.
"I don't think you did," he lifts his head and stares at her face for a moment before adding. "Two weeks," he's now glaring at her when she opens her eyes to see why he stopped kneading her thighs. "Too much time, Emma," The moan that follows his words pleases his throbbing cock as he closes his mouth around her sex.
"So… sorry…"
"I should not give you this."
"Please don't… of fuck daddy, just there… yeah…"
"It's like you forgot about us," he admonishes, "about me…"
"I didn't, I just couldn't…"
"I don't care," he clasps his hand over her mouth, covering her body with his. He nips her earlobe and smirks with the shiver that rocks her body. "You're such a bad girl, Emma."
"Dad, I… I'm sorry, please don't…"
He sits up, straddling her hips. She's so gorgeous, laying down so open and free to his eyes. Her hair is sprawled on the mattress, chest rising and falling quickly as she looks at him with a need for him he never sees in her eyes when she's looking at her husband.
"You don't look at your husband the way you look at me," he points it out and waits.
David watches as a myriad of emotions cross her face. She's considering his words, he realizes, perhaps wondering why he's saying that.
"Of course I don't," he can practically picture her ducking away from his question before her next words shift his quiet anger into full blown lust. "He's not you, daddy."
There's a moment of silence filled with anticipation that's broken the instant she cups the nape of his neck and pulls him down to her lips, somehow flipping them over the mattress.
He's sure she can taste the bitterness of his jealousy mixed with the undeniable desire he always carries for her. Still, it's not enough to stop her from kissing him harder. He can taste everything at once: love, frustration, lust, fear, guilt.
"Mine," she groans into his neck as she sucks on it, trailing wet kisses up and down his neck. He knows she'll leave a mark there, but he doesn't care at all. He accepts her claim just as she accepted his in her wedding day.
His hands are impatient again, grabbing and squeezing her curves, kneading her butt cheeks as he breathes broken words into her hair.
"Yours," he exhales when she straddles his hips, grabbing hold of his cock. She strokes him slowly and patiently. He should resist, should not give in like this, but fuck, how will he ever resist her? She waits until he's trembling and desperate.
"Emma, please…"
"Who's pleading now, hun?"
"Stop teasing," he lifts his hands from her waist to her breasts, squeezing and pulling them over and over until she grips his cock and runs the tip of his cock to her entrance before she finally lowers herself onto him.
David thinks it's difficult to put into words how he feels when they are so close together, when he's so deliciously buried deep inside her.
"God, Emma," he purrs breathlessly as she moves her hips up and down his shaft. She's wet and hot; tight and so very eager to have him.
He can't think straight, but there's a brief moment when he realizes that she still wants him despite everything that's between them, she wants him. And it's enough for him to grip her hips and thrust up her pussy. Their hips slapping together wetly as her breasts bounce beautifully before his eyes. She leans forward, hands on his chest as they look into each other's eyes with such sincerity and need that Emma kisses him again, hips still moving in time with his as his thumb reaches for her clit, pressing against it in quick motions until she pulls her lips from his, gasping and throwing her head back as she comes hard, walls clasping David's cock just enough to send him over the edge.
"I'm fucking you again later," Emma chuckles and looks up at David with a wide grin on her lips.
"Well, we have two weeks of catching up, don't we?"
"Yes, we do!" He kisses her tenderly for a long moment. He pulls away with a serious look on his face.
"What is it, daddy?"
"Do you really want to keep this going?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, you just married that pirate," he points out and adds, "something I don't understand, by the way."
"Why do you think I did that?"
"I have no clue!"
"Well, it's rather obvious, dad," she rolls her eyes and leans on his chest, staring down at his gentle eyes. "It will serve me just as your marriage serves you," she explains, but he frowns in confusion. "Do you think anyone will ask questions if we get time alone together?"
"Married or not, I don't think they would."
"Yes, but being married now gives me the perfect cover to keep what we have under wraps and protected."
"I see, but you're my daughter, there was no need to marry that scumbag."
"Hey, he's a good man now, give him a chance, will you?"
"Do you love him?"
"I like him."
"I didn't ask that."
"I don't love him like I love you," she answers quietly. "Is that what you want to know?"
"Yes, I guess."
"Dad, there's no need to fear or anything," she soothes his doubts with a kiss and a light squeeze to his soft cock. "You won't lose me."
"I hope not."
"You won't," she smirks with the way he moans when her hand wraps around his cock.
"How do you know that?"
"Simple," she smiles and straddles his hips again. "You're going to fuck me again."
At that, she climbs his torso, pussy hovering above his mouth as he nods. He has a moment to consider that this is going to be a wild ride, but he's so ready now that he knows she won't ever leave his bed.
So, I hope you have enjoyed this one. As I was not able to watch the episode last night, I spent the time writing this and it turned out to be a good short piece of daddy Charming and Emma love. Let me know what you think, okay?
