Author's note: Just a little drabble, nothing fancy.

Disclaimer: Haha, no.

The Fixation

It didn't take her long to figure it out. After the way he'd looked at her during their adventure in the Enchanted Forest, she was fairly certain she had him pegged. But it wasn't until they started sleeping together that her suspicions were confirmed.

Captain Hook was a breast man.

It was a little surprising to her, because she didn't consider hers to be all that impressive. They looked good in the tight tank tops and sweaters she favored. They looked even better when she paired that with her favorite push up bra. But still...average. Which was fine.

She lost count how many mornings she woke up with his face buried in her cleavage, lips and tongue licking the soft mounds. She'd sigh and groan, arch into his touch as desire pooled in her belly. He sucked on her nipples like a man possessed until they were tender and bruised and she was begging him for more. Then he'd slide into her at last, crushing her to his chest, the soft hair making her crazy with need.

And that was just in the bedroom.

Too many times when they were alone he found a reason to tease her, his hand sliding up her ribs as he kissed her neck. It was ridiculous and dangerous how often she let her hormones get the better of her when he did so, knowing just how little he had to touch her to set her body on fire. Her desk at the station had been christened at least four times; the last resulting in them nearly getting caught by her father.

She'd forced him to be good after that and now it had been six long weeks since they'd had sex somewhere other than her very cushy bed. Emma would never admit it out loud, but she missed it. Missed the thrill that came from touching him and being touched by him in places that were less than appropriate.

Sighing heavily at her very messed up priorities, Emma headed out. She was on duty until the evening when David would take over. She'd left Killian reluctantly that morning; they were still maintaining the fiction that he lived at Granny's, even though he spent more nights than not at her place. She left on edge and wanting, trying not to be late.

The diner was only down the street so she decided to walk, hoping the exercise would take the edge off her mood. Emma yelped as a hand caught hers, dragging her down the alley. She recognized Killian's rough palm instantly; it was a good thing too because she could have really hurt him for surprising her.

"Killian!" she cried in a harsh whisper. "What the hell?"

He crowded her back against the wall, his arms in either side of her head. "You left me this morning, love," he said quietly.

"I had to work," she replied, defensive. Although why she was defensive when she'd done nothing wrong, she had no idea. She would blame the dark predatory look in Killian's eyes, the look that never failed to make her shiver in anticipation.

"And I needed you," he countered, nosing at her hair. Emma sucked in a deep breath, that familiar thrill racing down her spine. "Surely the criminal element in town could have spared you for an hour."

"An hour? Optimistic, aren't you?" Killian lived for the days when they didn't have to leave the bed at all, saying they were making up for lost time. Unfortunately, those days were few and far between.

Killian chuckled darkly, his hand tracing up along her stomach, palming her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. "I think we both know once is never enough for either of us, darling."

Emma's head fell back against the brick, a low moan tumbling from her her lips. "You're evil," she hissed, arching her back.

"Pirate, Swan," he replied, licking the exposed skin of her neck. He kneaded her flesh through the fabric, mouth hot on her neck. Emma clutched at the lapels of his jacket, struggling to remain upright under his assault.

"Killian...we...can't...here," she breathed as he started plucking at the buttons on her blouse. The milk crates to her left barely concealed them in alley.

"Yes. We can." He pushed her shirt aside and pulled down the cups of her black lace bra. His mouth was on her in an instant and she keened, biting her lip to stifle the noise. It was so wrong, wicked and dangerous and she was the sheriff, but she didn't want him to stop. His hand and mouth teased her breasts, knowing every way to make her burn with need.

"Oh god," she hissed, hands sliding under his jacket, nails digging into the fabric of his waistcoat. He was going make her come just like this, with nothing more than his hand and mouth on her breasts, sending jolts of desire shooting down her spine. Her clit throbbed, begging to be touched, wetness soaking her panties.

"Gods, I love these," Killian growled against her skin. He licked the underside of her breast, tongue tracing her areola. "So soft and full." He bit down gently on her hardened nipple and Emma's hips bucked hard into his. "So responsive, darling. Do you like this?"

Emma moaned in desperation, her body coiled tight, too tight, begging for release. "Fuck yes," she mewled, locking eyes with him. "Don't stop. So close, Killian."

Killian surged up, kissing her briefly, passionately, before returning to his task, switching his attentions, suckling her other breast. Emma dragged his hook up to the abandoned one, rolling the smooth metal over her wet skin. "Oh, oh, oh," she keened, warmth flooding her as she came. Killian pressed his hand to the seam of her pants, drawing it out until she as shuddering in his hold.

Emma slumped back against the wall, breathing harshly. Killian kissed the valley of her breasts and raised his head, giving her a soft smile. "Feel better?"

"I hate you."

Killian kissed her forehead. "No, you don't." He let her lean against the wall while he started righting some of her clothing, leaving the buttons for her to finish. Once she was back to rights, he closed the gap and kissed her. "I did miss you, Swan."

She smiled, resting her hands on his shoulders. "I missed you too."

"Can you spare some time for your pirate?"

"Maybe. I'm supposed to be on duty, you know."

"You have your phone. If there's an emergency, they'll call."

"And what if I turn it off?" she asked mischievously.

"Well, I can think of something that could use your attention," he said, with a thrust of his hips.

Emma bit back a moan. "You're such a terrible influence."

"Aye." He leaned in next to her ear. "Come on, Swan. Live a little."

Her hands slid down over his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "How good are you planning on being to me?"

"As many as you want, love."

Emma giggled, a happy carefree sound, and reached up to grab his collar. "Come on, pirate. Let's go." They laughed all the way up to Killian's room. It was a much better way to spend her afternoon.