"That's strange, Gold is never out this late?" Lieutenant Killian Jones thought to himself when he saw the unmistakable Mercedes owned by the richest man in town.
He followed the car to an out of the way place, then saw a blonde woman emerge from the driver's seat.
"Turn around and keep your hands where I can see them." Killian commanded.
He nearly forgot to breathe when she turned around and he saw her face.
"Since when did angels steal cars?" He thought to himself.
He didn't bother calling it in. There was no one at the station and there wouldn't be all night.
He got the woman in the back and drove to the station
"What's your name?"
"Emma, Emma Swan. And you are?"
"Killian Jones." He replied automatically. "I mean, it's Lieutenant Jones." He quickly added to correct his mistake and sound more professional. Something about the woman was throwing him off his stride. He was usually able to maintain an air of authority, but Emma was making him feel like a teenager encountering his first pretty girl.
"Oh, you're one of the Jones brothers! Everyone's been talking about how sexy and bad ass the two new cops are." Emma exclaimed, not helping Killian's composer at all. "You guys are former military, right? But I thought your brother is usually with you?"
"Liam got food poisoning. I told him to let the chicken cook longer, but he never wants to listen to anybody." Killian felt he was perfectly entitled to be annoyed with his brother. The doctor had assured them that all Liam needed was to rest, stay near a toilet, and drink plenty of liquids. Had the older Jones listened to the younger one, he would not currently be turning their shared apartment bathroom into a biohazard station.
Emma laughed at the clear exasperation in his voice. Killian thought he had never heard anything more beautiful.
When they got to the station and he had to take her picture for records, she removed her red leather jacket.
Killian forgot how to breathe for the second time that evening.
The white tank top she wore was as thin as tissue paper. Underneath she wore a bra of black lace that molded over plump breasts. Every line and every curve of her was clear to his eyes, since her jeans were fitted snugly over her hips and backside. There was no question that Emma Swan was an alluring woman.
Emma noticed the hot officer staring at her body. The look of desire was unmistakable. In fact, she had never seen it reflected in someone's eyes so strongly before. It gave her the confidence to have some fun.
"That's quite the weapon you have there, officer. I have just the holster for it."
Killian forgot to press the button on the camera.
Becoming flushed and heated under the collar, Killian removed his own jacket, giving Emma the opportunity to check him out.
"Ooo, Lieutenant Jones, that black sweater you have on is making my clit throb."
The thing was molded to his body, as were the tight black jeans that looked painted on.
Killian chose to ignore her. He was not going to be distracted from his responsibilities again.
He had promised his brother that all of the foolishness of his youth was over and done with. That is why Killian had joined Liam in the military, and that is why he had followed him to the town of Storybrooke and gotten a position in law enforcement.
To give himself time to cool off and get under control, Killian placed Emma in one of the cells and sat at his desk to do paperwork.
Unfortunately for him, his desk faced the cells. There was no one else in the entire station. And the biggest problem for officer Jones was that Emma figured that out before he did.
He was first alerted that something was happening when he heard Emma breathing heavily. He looked up to find her watching him with hooded eyes and her right hand down her pants, the left hidden under her shirt, over her breast.
The erection he had been ignoring since bringing her in started throbbing, painfully.
Telling himself that he was going to make her stop, that he was going to reason with her and explain why what she was doing was a bad idea, Killian grabbed the keys and unlocked the cell door.
Coherent thought left him the moment he touched her bare skin. His voice came out much more gentle and tender than it should have been.
"Emma, you are going to be accused of car theft. How will you plead, darling?"
"Eagerly. Oh please Lieutenant Jones! I plead for your cock!"
"That's not what I,, oh okay."
Emma dropped to her knees and reached for Killian's belt, pulling the leather strap from his jean's loop with her teeth.
Killian was so stunned that he could only stare in awe as she did whatever she wanted to him. The strongest lust he had ever felt overwhelmed him, and he became totally at her mercy.
The appendage was straining against the confines of the fabric, springing free the moment it was released.
Emma was impressed. Lieutenant Jones was certainly packing.
Sultry eyes staring up at him, she opened her mouth wide and slowly engulfed the organ.
She let herself be choked. Her eyes watered and spit dripped around the shaft.
Ever the gentleman, he tried to push her head away, but she resisted, moaning around him to show she was enjoying herself.
The softness of her lips around him made him forget about everything but the pleasure she was giving him.
When she pressed her tongue on the other side of him and traveled over his length, Killian was sure he had forgotten how to breathe for the third time that night.
Emma could not describe the thrill of taking the man into her mouth and having him at her mercy, even while she was on her knees before him.
Adding to the fun was how vocal Lieutenant Jones was. Though Emma wished she was wearing a skirt, so she could slip off her panties and stuff them in his mouth in order to muffle his constant moans and praises. She feared if he got any louder, the whole town would know what they were up to.
Still, it was exciting, and she had to admit a real turn on. She felt herself growing wet the more he expressed his pleasure.
"Any chance you've got a box of condoms stored somewhere around here?" She moved her hands over his shaft to continue his pleasure, which caused him to be unable to answer her question.
Emma was good at reading people. And to her, Lieutenant Jones looked like the type to be prepared for anything.
She let go of his manhood and stood up. When he made a choked sound of protest, she pushed him to sit on the cot in the cell and assured him, "Don't worry, sailor. I'm not done with you, yet. But we can't continue without a sheath for your sword."
His eyes stayed on her the whole time as she hurried to his leather jacket and pulled out his wallet.
Emma smiled in triumph that sure enough, there was a condom tucked inside.
On her way back to the cell, she noticed Killian had left the keys in the lock. The practical and logical part of her suggested slamming the door shut, locking him inside and making a quick getaway, but every other part of her wanted to experience what the Lieutenant had to offer.
There was also something about the way he looked at her, practically pleading with her to return to him.
So instead of doing the smart thing, she continued with her risky behavior.
Emma tossed the condom packet at Killian, who remarkably caught it. Then, keeping a few feet from him, she tucked her hair behind her ears, looked at him seductively, then peeled her shirt off.
"Bloody hell, you're beautiful." Killian breathed.
Feeling empowered by his words and the look of wonder on his face as he gazed at her, Emma swayed her hips, turned around, and bent over, giving him a much closer view of her jean clad ass.
Holding onto the bars for support, Emma removed her boots, then shimmied out of her pants, giving extra movement to give her admirer a little thrill.
With her back still toward him, Emma unfastened her bra, then allowed that too to slide from her onto the floor.
When she turned to face him again, she was caught off guard by his lightning quick reflexes. Killian pulled her onto his lap and claimed her lips with his own. His hands were everywhere, splayed on her back at first, then one moving into her hair while the other moved to cup a breast.
If Emma thought she was turned on before, it was nothing compared to now. His kiss was lighting a fire inside her that had never been so hot. Her own hands were digging under his shirt, encouraging him to remove it so she could better explore him.
Reluctant to pull away, Killian stopped kissing her long enough to allow her to push off his shirt, before his hands and lips were back to touching her.
When his mouth began to trail down her neck, Emma reminded him with a moan, "If you want to do more than kiss me, you have to let me up to remove my panties."
But Killian was not about to let her go again. Luckily for him, what she wore was a thong made of delicate lace, and Killian was in great shape.
Emma let out a gasp and a giggle when he simply tore the garment from her. She could feel the muscles flex on his arms.
She had never been wetter or more turned on in her life.
"Hand me that condom packet, now."
Killian did as she commanded. Emma ripped the wrapper open with her teeth, then insisted on sliding the prophylactic over his impressive length herself.
They lifted her up and moaned in unison as her wet heat engulfed his throbbing cock.
Their movements were slow and tentative at first, giving her time to adjust, but soon need won out and they began to rock their hips with more force.
She draped her arms over his shoulders. His hands held her hips and waist. Their foreheads touched and their breaths mingled. In that moment, they created a world of euphoria.
Emma whimpered, trembling moans escaping as the pleasure began to build.
Killian pinched and pulled at her nipples, trying to get more of those lovely sounds.
Her fingers buried in his hair and gripped tight. She cried out a high pitched plea, "Don't make me come alone. Come with me, please."
Killian's arms wrapped tightly around Emma and he stood from the cot to drive into her with hard deep quick thrusts.
His incredible strength would have impressed her, if she wasn't at that very moment having a toe curling orgasm.
His grip on her tightened and he buried his face into her neck as his own release exploded from him.
He sat back on the cot, continuing to hold her tight and kiss every place his lips could reach.
Neither spoke a word, there didn't seem a need to. There was simply the instinct to brush hands, fingers, and lips over each other as they caught their breaths.
When the bloodrush began to still, Killian pulled Emma with him to lay on the cot.
The bed was too narrow for two people. And even though Killian had pulled Emma on top of him, she still found herself sliding from him.
"I'm just going to clean us up." She whispered to him when he reached for her.
He nodded and closed his eyes. She went to the bathroom, wet some paper towels, and returned to clean him up.
She kept her lips closed to muffle the giggle that threatened to escape when she saw his boots and pants were still on. Though the pants were around his boots.
Once she got the condom removed and him cleaned up, she buried the evidence of their encounter in the trash.
Emma didn't want the lieutenant to lose his job.
She had had a great time with him and hoped the experience could be repeated. Maybe at a different location?
But for the moment, she needed to get out of there before someone came in and started asking questions.
So she pulled his pants back, covered him with the blanket, and got redressed.
When Killian awoke, the thing he noticed was that he was alone. He felt a sickening ache stir in his chest until he realized he was holding something; Emma's torn underwear, and a note that read:
Dear Lieutenant Sexy,
It was a lot of fun being arrested by you. We should definitely do it again, sometime.
But I think I better not wear underwear, since you seem to not have much patience for them.
Just remember to replace the condom in your wallet.
Sincerely,
The girl whose photo you forgot to take.
P.S.
Your security system stopped working and hasn't recorded anything all night.
He remembered that he had also never reported to anyone about Emma driving Gold's car. There was nothing to indicate that the two of them had even interacted that night. Except for, of course, her note, and her torn underwear currently in his grip.
Lieutenant Killian Jones realized he was completely screwed, in two totally different ways.
