Author's note: Just a little smut before tonight's episode breaks us.

Disclaimer: Nope.

Down and Dirty

It started a month ago.

Whoever owns the Rabbit Hole (and even after all this time in Storybrooke, Emma still wasn't quite sure who that was. It was hard to imagine a fairy tale character owning a bar) thought it was a fantastic idea to get a mechanical bull.

In a sense it had worked; the bar was packed every night for about two weeks. Then the novelty wore off and things went back to normal. More or less. Well, for everyone except the town's sheriff. Only for her the interest didn't lay so much with the bull itself, but with the decidedly dirty thoughts it gave her.

She'd tried it out of curiosity. And to make sure it was safe, at least that's what she told herself. Whatever the reason, she climbed aboard and they turned it on and...well, she lasted longer than most. The bucking and grinding had only lasted for a few seconds, but the memory remained with her for a long time.

It was a bit like riding a motorcycle; the vibrations between her legs always made her horny (not that she'd ever admit that out loud). Emma hadn't expected to get this...frustrated though. She had an insanely hot pirate boyfriend, working this out of her system should have been easy.

But of course, it wasn't. Because Emma wasn't just the Sheriff. She was a mom and a daughter and a sister and the fucking savior and her life was busy, okay? Between her own kid, helping babysit her brother and saving the town from the latest crisis, she'd hardly had any alone time with Killian and then they'd had to have a quickie or two in the shower. Which was hot (holy Jesus, why did no one warn her about how hot Killian would be wet? The first time he stepped out her shower she practically mauled him before he could leave the bathroom!), but not what she wanted.

She wanted to lock them away for a week and have lots of sweaty satisfying sex, but she'd settle for one night. One night where she got to ride him until they both passed out would do wonders for her mood.

Emma was all too aware of him in the cramped confines of the Bug. He sat next to her, his hook resting on his thigh, completely filling the space. Of course Emma would rather he were filling her, but even she wasn't crazy enough to pull them off to the side of the road and have her way with him. No, Henry was with Regina, there was no one at home and this was going to end. Today.

Emma pulled into their driveway and killed the engine. "Give me your phone," she said to Killian. He looked at her with a raised brow, but did as she asked. She flipped the setting to "do not disturb," then did the same with her phone before handing his back to him.

"What did you do, Swan?"

"Set it so that no one could bother us."

He smirked at her. "Will we be doing something that would require us to not be bothered?" Good lord, his voice dropped to that octave that made her hot all over.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She shot him a grin, then got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Killian was hot on her heels, chasing her into the building. They got halfway up the stairs before he caught her around the middle, hauling her against his chest.

Emma kissed him before he could get out some innuendo, a furious clash of lips and tongues and teeth. She pushed him back against the wall, the banister digging into his back as she kept kissing him, her control fraying at the edges.

"What's gotten into you, love?" Killian asked, as she sucked on his pulse.

"Need you," she muttered, slipping one of his legs between hers. She ground herself over it right there in the stairwell, moaning at the contact. The seam of her jeans rubbed just right over her clit and she shivered.

"Unless you want me to fuck you right here," he whispered in her ear, "we best get home, yeah?"

As appealing as that sounded (god, she really was too far gone), he was right. They didn't need to get evicted for dry humping in the stairwell. "Come on." She grabbed his hand and pulled him after her, pausing every few feet to makeout with him some more. She loved kissing him, always had. He tasted like rum and salt and spice; she could get drunk on his kisses. And the other things that mouth could do to her...it was a good thing she was the Sheriff or she'd have to arrest him.

By the time they got to their door, she was burning up, her core aching and wet. Emma unlocked the door with clumsy fingers, letting out a triumphant shout once they were safely inside. Killian pressed her up against the door almost instantly, the hard planes of his body molding perfectly to her curves.

"Now where were we?" he said seductively, like she wasn't already hovering on the edge of her breaking point. He hauled her up, hands under her thighs and Emma wrapped her legs around his slim waist, the considerable bulge in his pants grinding into her denim covered center.

"Oh god yes." Emma flipped the lock on the door then dragged his lips to hers, kissing him deep, her tongue stroking his. But it was too hot, there were too many clothes, too many barriers. "I need you naked," she gasped. "Right now."

Killian nodded and gave her a parting kiss before setting her on her feet. As soon as she was upright, he started to strip, jacket, boots, waistcoat, shirt all thrown haphazardly on the floor. Emma yanked on his belt, ripping it from the loops, kissing down his chest, shoving her hand down his pants as soon as she got them open. Killian hissed at the contact, which quickly melted into an approving moan as she stroked him.

"God, I need you inside me," she said, settling down on her knees and kissing above his navel. "Been thinking about this for days, riding your mouth, your cock. You making me come until I can't see straight."

"Bloody hell, lass." His fingers threaded through her hair, watching with hooded eyes as she licked and nipped at the skin of his stomach and hips. She avoided the one place he was aching for her, wanting to save that until she got to ride him.

Emma pulled his pants and boxers down, helping him step out of them. "Get on the floor," she demanded quietly.

"Here, love? Fuck, you are a dirty lass this evening." He dropped unceremoniously to the floor and watched as she pulled at her clothes. She felt sexy and powerful as he watched and she gave him a bit of a striptease, a flood of lust washing through her. She could do anything she wanted, be anything she wanted with him; she was free in way she'd never been before and god, was it addicting.

Emma stood over his legs, her mound hovering at his eye level. She let her hand drift down her stomach, slipping over her sodden folds. She moaned softly, letting him watch as she teased herself, lightly brushing her clit, her other hand spreading her lower lips. Two fingers slid inside and she moaned again, even more turned on by the fact that he was watching her.

"Does that feel good, lass?" Killian asked, his accent thick with desire. "You're bloody dripping."

"Watch me come," she said, "then I'm going to ride you until you blackout."

"I'm yours to command, love. Just don't stop."

Emma bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed. She moved her hand expertly, fingers gliding through her wetness, alternately teasing her clit and her dripping entrance. It wasn't long before she was coming, Killian's hand and hook on her hips to steady her as she gave into the high. He kissed her bare mound, murmuring words of praise into her skin.

It only took her a minute to recover her breath, then she was down on her knees, straddling his hips and kissing him with abandon. She was nowhere near satisfied yet. Killian brought her fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, moaning at her taste. Emma gently lowered them to the floor, pressed chest to chest, her mouth hot on his. He touched her everywhere, skin and metal on her body, driving her even more insane with want.

Abruptly she rolled off him and moved to straddle his face, giving him a wicked smirk. "You know what to do, pirate." Emma braced her hands on his chest and lowered her hips, sighing in relief as his warm mouth started working her. Killian had a devilish tongue, knowing every place that made her wild. She rode his face like she did his cock, incoherent sounds tumbling from her lips. When she came, she came hard, body quivering and quaking and still Killian didn't let up. He spanked her ass when she tried to move, dragging her back down to his mouth.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he bit out. Emma threw her head back and moaned, long and loud, as he devoured her, making her come twice more before he was satisfied.

"Jesus." Emma's body was on fire, both completely wrung out and desperate for more. She panted above him, hands on his chest, slipping a little from the sweat.

"Tell me you have one more ride in you, Emma. Need you so much."

Being with him had made her come to appreciate the experience of multiple orgasms, as he frequently used all of his considerable skills to wring every drop of pleasure he could from her body. She reached heights that she'd only ever read about before him.

Emma grabbed his hand and kissed the pads of his fingers—she could taste herself on them—then shuffled around to straddle his hips once more. She wanted to see his face as she rode him into oblivion.

"You don't come until I do," she said, knowing it would be hard for him to wait since he was already painfully aroused. His cock was thick and throbbing and he hissed when she touched it.

"As you wish. Fuck, just let me have you."

Emma rubbed her folds over him for a moment, torturing them both before taking him inside her body. They moaned in unison as she stretched to accommodate him, his size something she loved. He filled her completely, every inch of him dragging along every inch of her and it was perfect. She started slow, still sensitive from her previous orgasms, undulating in his lap, relishing the feeling of being full.

"That's it," Killian murmured, hand sliding up her thigh. "Ride me good, love. Take what you want."

Emma bit her lip, her hands moving back to his thighs, back arching. She picked up her pace, elongating her strokes, moaning at how good it felt.

"So hot," Killian whispered, eyes glued to her body moving sensually above him. He loved watching her ride him, seeing her take her pleasure; she was beautiful like this. He was getting close, the pressure nearing its breaking point but he gritted his teeth, knowing she had to come first.

Emma could feel him trembling beneath her, the telltale sign that he was close. She righted herself, still riding him, reaching down to grasp his charms. She gave them a tug and Killian scrambled to obey, pushing himself up with his good hand. Emma moaned as soon as the angle changed, his pubic bone grinding into her clit.

"Oh god, just like that," she breathed, pulling him close. Killian's hand and hook slid to her ass as she rode him, faster and faster, his mouth sucking hard on her neck. She came in an explosion of color, popping behind her eyelids, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her walls clamped down on him, triggering his orgasm with a guttural shout. Their hips rutted until they were spent, collapsing on the floor in a heap.

It was a good half hour before she blinked her eyes open, still sprawled halfway over him. Killian wasn't much better, his movements sluggish and tired.

"Feeling better?" he drawled.

"We need to do that more often," she mumbled. She ached in all the right places and was certain in a couple of hours she'd be ready to go again.

"Fuck each other rotten?" Killian asked with a hoarse laugh. "Indeed."

"We're still on the floor."

"Aye."

"Next time should be in a bed."

"Will this next time be soon?"

"Well, we do have the place to ourselves until at least tomorrow."

"I do love having you naked in my arms, Swan."

Emma finally raised her head, taking in his tousled hair and satisfied smirk. "No complaints here." God knew she'd have him walk around naked if she could. He was quite the specimen. "Give me a little while and we can go again."

"In the bed."

"Yes, in the bed."

It took them another half hour to reach the bed and once there they didn't leave it, except for food, until late the following day.

She was going to have to thank whoever came up with that mechanical bull.