This just popped up in my head after a much needed conversation with my dear beta reader, bless you Temera!
So I hope you all enjoy this piece of Emma and David love.
Nothing here is mine but the idea and the execution :P
It all started because she wanted to prove him wrong. Of course she could call the shots whenever they fucked. That's obvious, she thinks, but the problem is that Emma didn't know how to do it.
First time he told her she couldn't do it, her legs were still quivering when he put her down after fucking her against the wall in the back room at the station. She was the one who slammed him against it, attacked his mouth, undressed him and took him in her mouth. She didn't care if they were to get caught. He was out of town for a month and that was only her natural reaction when she heard him calling her name two minutes before she pinned to the wall.
"Next time I'll have you under my control," she speaks confidently as she puts her panties back on with a smirk on her lips. "I'll call the shots."
David chuckles and turns his back to her to pick up his jeans. She eyes his delightful ass, recalling the delicious feel of it in her hands. Of course she misses his next sentence, but he makes sure she won't miss his words again. He holds her face and makes her look into his eyes as his other hand slips inside her panties.
"You are fooling yourself, honey," he whispers into her ear, "you'll never be able to do that."
He holds her jaw and looks at her as though he was ready to devour her again. He leans down and she expects him to kiss her, but he only teases her with a couple of light bites before he exits the room.
She's left with a moan trapped in her throat as well as the hard determination to prove him wrong.
Emma hates when someone proves she can't do something. She remembers the frustration of not knowing how to control her magic back in the day. There were days she would use it as naturally as breathing. But there were other days when she could not perform the simplest of spells. Those times were tough, because Regina would fire remarks at her like vice. But there were days when she would reward Emma with compliments after the tiniest demonstration of growth.
She frowns with these thoughts. She can't see the relation until the memory of Regina telling her that she'd have problems to master. She remembers how she laughed and dared to say she was already controlling them on her own. Needless to say she was proven wrong and had to swallow her pride without uttering a single word.
That's why she wants to prove her father wrong. She wants to show him she can do what she's set herself out to do.
She can and she will fucking control a man and fuck him into oblivion. And this man had to be the one and only David Nolan.
"I really think you should go, it's only right, Mom!"
It's Halloween night when Emma convinces her mother to spend New Year's Eve in New York.
They're all sitting together on the loft as a big happy family. Henry's eating sweets like a crazy teen. Regina whispers something that makes Robin laugh and turn bright red at the same time, and Snow's chatting with Killian like they are the best friends in the world.
"But I don't want you to stay alone," Snow says. "It's New Year's Eve and we should spend it together." She misses the look Emma and David share and accepts her daughter's words when she says someone has to stay behind to keep Storybrooke safe.
"I guess I should stay, too," David says and manages a sad look when Snow looks at him, wide-eyed and confused. "I can't let Emma stay alone here," and hits the nail in the coffin when he explains that the end of the year is usually a dangerous time for villains to show up.
"That's unlikely," Snow sits by her husband's side, frowning as the consequences of his suggestions dawn on her.
"Do you think so?"
"I mean, it's been a while now, I guess."
"Last year, three days after Christmas Jafar showed up again, remember?"
"Damn!" Snow mutters a number of curses and pouts for a minute before sighing in defeat. "Well, I suppose we should stay then, it can be dangerous with only the two of you here."
"Absolutely not," Emma interjects and tosses a blueberry in her mouth as her mind races. "You had a terrible year at school, mom," she looks at Snow with what she expects is a sad expression, but she could be only looking annoyed. "All those tragedies with your students are hard to deal with," Emma leans forward to grasp Snow's hand, and squeezes it gently. She has a genuine look of concern on her face. "I only want you to step out of this town for a bit to recharge," she smiles and adds, "besides Mr. Gold is always a helping hand."
"That is unlikely," Regina makes a face and laughter bubbles out of everyone in a delightful wave of happiness.
"Alright, I'll go, but I want us to talk every day," Snow finally acquiesces and adds, "including facetime."
David has an instant idea when the facetime suggestion comes up, after all he is the greatest bastard in town.
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"Can you do me a favor, Killian?"
"Anything, love," he grins at her and steps closer to her chair. Emma cringes with the endearment, but chooses to ignore it in favor of her own needs. "Can you take my mom to New York?"
"I… it's not that… I mean… I don't…" he stutters a bit more until his expression closes in frustration. "Why me?"
"Because I trust you can protect her, if she needs it," Emma throws empty words that instantly inflate his ego.
"I'll protect her with my life, if necessary," he tries to sound gallant, but ends up looking rather pathetic with his chest inflated like he's some sort of superhero.
"Of course," Emma rolls her eyes and sips her wine to hide her complete disregard of his failed attempt to impress her.
"If you value your life," David says in a rather serious tone, "you'll really protect her."
Emma finds it amusing that her father can still be the loving husband he's always been and this incredible lover that only she has access to. She laughs out loud after his 'threat', lightening the mood and earning a playful look from him when Snow sits on his lap to hold him.
When the day of their trip comes, Emma has all the documents necessary for the Jolly Roger to port in New York ready. There's also a license attesting that Killian can actually do his job as a Captain. All to keep them as far from Storybrooke as possible for the next 15 days.
"Mom, do some shopping in New York, bring me new boots as well," Emma grins as her mother waves at them with a bright smile. The others wave as well, Henry almost falling on the water when the ship took a sharp left turn. The Jolly Roger sails across the bay towards open waters ready to face its longest trip in this realm.
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"Do you think they'll come back earlier? You know how that pirate can't keep himself away from you."
"I don't know," she replies with a shudder as the wind coming from the sea shoots a cold stream right into her bones. "I thought about that, though," she smiles and sighs when the ship disappears in the horizon. "I convinced him to keep a navigation system running just in case he needs some modern guidance," she turns her back and walks towards the police car.
"I don't understand," David looks confused. She thinks he looks rather cute like that since he doesn't sport this look very often.
"There's a GPS in that fucking ship, Dad," she smirks, leaning on the car and tilting her head with mischief in her eyes. "If they head back before scheduled, I will know immediately."
David steps closer, content with the fact that they are alone at the docks. He feels rather bold at the moment and holds her close to his chest, rubbing her sides with his hands as she leans her head on his shoulder.
"I can't wait to fuck you on every surface available in that loft," he whispers into her ear.
"Haven't we done that already?"
"We have, but I want to do it again."
Emma chuckles and places her hands on his chest, pushing him away from her a little bit to look into his eyes. "Well, as long as you're not leading the way, I'm game," she winks and laughs more openly now.
"You still think you can do it? I mean, you really think you can call the shots and have me obeying you?"
"I'm quite sure I can," she looks around and places a light kiss on his lips. His hands wander down her body to find her ready for another one of their famous quick escapades.
"Where are you, Snow?"
"Rockefeller Center!" Snow's gleeful little scream makes David cringe for a second before he's looking at the screen of his phone again. There's a giant Christmas tree in the back and he spots a sea of people walking everywhere.
The city is apparently full this year. Her smile is beautiful and he'd love to compliment her, if it wasn't for the fact that he has a rather angry Emma looking up at him right now.
"I can't believe you," she mouths and sits back, leaning against the coffee table as Snow's voice rings loudly again, taking David's attention back to his phone.
"Where's Emma?"
"She's at the station, filing some reports."
"Oh, I'd love to talk to her."
"Well, you can do it, call her!"
David watches as Snow's expression goes from sad to completely overjoyed in an instant. She doesn't wait to say goodbye as the call ends right away.
Emma's phone lights up mere seconds later. The smile she gives her mother is genuine as she greets her and talks as happily as possible. That is until David decides that she must talk to her mother with his face buried between her legs, tongue lapping at her, fingers pumping in and out of her wet heat as Snow tells the tale of how Robin thought it was a crime to keep all those fakereindeers locked inside the mall.
It's December 31st and the air around Storybrooke is buzzing with excitement for the New Year. The streets are filled with people and the chatter is excited and intense.
Emma steps inside Granny's to get the food and dessert she ordered. She doesn't say a word in hopes people won't notice her amidst the crowded restaurant, but she's never really lucky when Leroy is in the same room as her.
"Emma!" He yells and throws his arms up to block her way out of the restaurant. There's a beer in his right hand and a piece of something he was probably eating in the other as he tries to embrace her. "Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year, Leroy!"
"Your mom, she should be here!"
"Yeah, but she isn't."
Emma doesn't even turn her face in his direction when he looks at her in utter surprise.
Later Leroy will think she was just missing her family enough to sound so angry and rude with him. But the truth is, David left her so worked up before leaving to attend an emergency call that she had to do something to control the intense sexual energy running through her veins.
The year 2016 has arrived and with it the good old hopes for a better life. David likes to believe that with a new year new opportunities to be happy will always arise for his family.
Of course, he doesn't think much about any of them, when the year rings since he was fucking Emma slowly, covering her body with his. He kissed her neck and dragged his tongue all the way up to her ear only to wish her a happy new year in that delicious voice of his when the screams coming from the streets alerted him that the hellish 2015 was left behind.
"We must try to do something like this again next year, but around your birthday," he throws himself on the bed, hands resting against the headboard as he recalls he still has to give her a proper birthday present after the fiasco on his last try.
"There's no need for that, Daddy," she's sitting at the foot of the bed, laughing when he insists he must give her a decent birthday present.
"Oh, I insist," he smiles, closing his eyes and falling into a comfortable silence until he feels a rush of cold air around his wrists. "What the…"
"We are only two hours into the New Year, but I already have something very important to do."
She grins at him as she crawls her way up his body, slowly and deliberately pressing kisses to his inner thighs, avoiding his still soft cock.
Emma nips his belly, and runs her tongue up to his chest. He's shivering as she licks and sucks his nipples, planting wet kisses to his neck and jaw, until she claims his mouth in a lingering kiss.
"Once upon a time," her voice is husky and low, and her scent a reminder of how he already fucked her tonight as he closes his eyes trying to imagine what she's up to. "Someone told me I wasn't able to take the lead, to call the shots and make this bed a territory led by my own rules."
David gasps in surprise. He forgot all about his teasing and how he tormented Emma since that night in the back room of the station. He was so determined to make sure the whole family was going to be out of town that he completely forgot that his very determined daughter once told him she would take him and fuck him just like she wanted. He groans with the prospect of being victim of Emma's need to prove him wrong.
"You were so confident, I wouldn't be able to do it that you forgot about it, didn't you?"
He's not shy to admit he's forgotten this little detail, but she can't blame him. They had some trouble with outsiders during the entirety of November, not to mention Elsa's visit right before the trip to New York. He could never in a million years remember that he practically made a bet with her.
"It's not that, and you know it!" He tries to explain that their lives were so busy he simply put the matter in the back of his mind.
"That was a mistake, after all," Emma looks at him as though she's considering what her next step should be now that she has him tied up to the bed.
"At least you could've used something else other than these cuffs," he protests, looking down to see her staring at him with a hooded gaze. He gulps and feels all the blood in his body rush towards his waist line. He closes his eyes again when she peppers small kisses on his body until her lips are hovering above his.
"Sometimes," she whispers, looking into his eyes so intensely that David feels lost in her gaze as she keeps talking. "I don't like when people tell me I can't do something," her right hand closes around his cock, pumping it lazily. "But it doesn't apply to you, Daddy," he groans and shifts under her body, trying to touch her somehow despite his hands being tied to the bed. "And you tormented me so much lately…"
If Emma says something, David will never know what it was she said. His blood is running so fast and he's breathing so hard he can only hear the deafening sound of his need for her increasing as she kisses him again. She smiles against his lips when a moan leaves his throat as she decides it was a good idea to rub the tip of his cock back and forth against her entrance.
"Do you want me to free you, Daddy?"
He blinks several times until the meaning of those words sink into his fogged brain. David nods, grinning with such eagerness in his eyes that Emma can't help but laugh out loud.
"God, I'm wondering if I should free you now."
"Please, Emma," he begs and promises he won't move. Promises he'll let her do what she wants, and Emma knows she should not trust him, but she has no other choice. She trusts him.
"Thank you, darling," his voice is trembling in anticipation as she touches his wrists, soothing the reddening flesh as she turns the key and takes the cuff off only to find herself on her back in a second.
"Hey, we had a deal," she protests, right before he presses his lips to hers in a bruising kiss, nipping her lips to the point of drawing blood.
"I'm sorry," is the only thing he says right before he pulls her panties down to her ankles. His hands wander desperately over the bed until they close over the cuffs. He smirks and manages to cuff Emma with her hands behind her back as he steps away from her for a moment. "Gonna fuck you so hard," he pants, pumping his cock a few times, teasing her entrance, pushing himself inside her only to pull it out completely.
"We had a deal and this isn't fair," she protests again, when he pulls her body to the edge of the bed. He bends her over and covers her back with his slick chest.
"I'm so sorry, princess," he's trying to say something, but there's fog in his head that's preventing him to think straight as he brushes the tip of his cock to her wet heat. She's soaking and he's desperate to be inside her again. "I promise you that you can do whatever you want with me the next time we have some quality time like now."
In the future this will prove to be a very delightful promise, but right now the only thing going through his mind is the need to fuck Emma again and again. Fuck her to control this sudden urge to have her all to himself.
He can't help but give in to this delirious need to have her clasping around his cock, milking him to the point he'll pull out of her complete spent and dry; and that's reason enough for him to push himself all the way inside her.
Emma gasps and gives up protesting when she nearly comes on the spot. Her pants help her control that intense need to come, to connect with him so intimately again.
His hand closes around her breast, kneading it, and pinching her nipples to the point of pain and the sensation skyrockets every time he tells her how much he loves fucking her.
"Fuck, you feel so good, so wet," he sinks his teeth on her shoulder, earning an actual scream as he straightens his back, and grabs her hips to pound her hard and fast.
"Oh... god... fuck me... more, Daddy, more..."
He feels her walls fluttering around him, squeezing his cock so good he's almost gone when she screams to the walls of the loft. He grunts and comes deep inside her, collapsing on her back, panting as he feels her whole body shake with aftershocks of the most fantastic orgasm of the night.
10 days later
The sun is rising on the horizon. The yellow glow paints the forest and Storybrooke in a light gleam of gold that looks beautiful in the cold morning outside.
Snow stretches her back, tired from the trip back from New York, but eager to see her daughter and husband as soon as possible.
"Snow!"
"Leroy!"
They embrace and Leroy wishes her a happy New Year as they walk towards Robin's truck, conversing and updating each other with gossips from their very delightful holidays.
"By the way," he says casually after he places her bags on the back of the truck, "Emma missed you a lot."
"Really? And why is that?"
The dwarf looks at Snow with a cheerful look when he suddenly says, "I don't know, she seemed a bit grumpy on New Year's Eve."
Snow can't help but laugh out loud at Leroy's terrible joke. It's a good thing that Emma hasn't arrived at the docks yet; she could use a quick fuck with her pirate friend just to end the best holiday of her life.
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