When Emma woke the next morning, it was to the feeling of a strong arm, wrapped around her waist, and a warm body tucked in behind her own.
It was all the proof she needed that the night before hadn't been some kind of wonderful dream, but an actual reality.
"Morning," Killian mumbled, as he nuzzled in closer to her, to press a kiss behind her ear. "Mmmmm, you smell good."
"Good enough to eat?" she teased, before she slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.
She hadn't meant for that to come out the way it did.
Killian pushed himself up onto his left arm, to get a good look at Emma, as a salacious smirk worked its way over his face. "I wouldn't be opposed to that." He dipped his head to press a sweet kiss to her lips, but pulled away with a groan when her phone started blaring out it's alarm.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "I wasn't expecting you, so I set it for my usual time."
"Do you have to work?" he asked, between the kisses he was busy placing over her right shoulder.
"Not until a little later," Emma sighed, as she silenced the device, and rolled onto her back. Killian's head followed her movements, and he started trailing his kisses over her collarbone, and down to her right breast.
"Then, may I suggest we put your suggestion of eating to good use?" He smirked once more, before diving under the covers, in search of his treasure.
Emma let out a loud squeal of delight, as his hands tickled their way up her legs, before it morphed into a moan of desire, when his fingers brushed softly against her sex.
"Morning," Ruby chirped, as Emma made her way into the kitchen, for some coffee.
She'd left Killian alone to get dressed.
When he'd asked if she would mind him taking a shower, she'd lasted all of four minutes, imagining how he would look wet… and naked, before she'd jumped him.
Again.
"A little sore, are we?" the other woman teased, as she watched Emma wince slightly, as she pulled herself up onto one of the bar stools.
"Fuck off," Emma chuckled. It had been a while since she'd had that much sex in so little time. "Did you know he was coming?" she wondered, as Ruby slid a mug of coffee in front of her friend.
"Who? Killian?" Ruby asked. "Nope. The first I knew of it was when I saw you guys in bed together last night. You make a cute couple, by the way."
"Oh, God! Our night out," Emma suddenly remembered. "I'm so sorry, Ruby. It completely slipped my mind."
"It's okay," the brunette assured her. "I would have forgotten all about it too, with that man naked, and in my bed."
"Morning, Ruby," Killian interrupted, as he made his way through to the kitchen, to place a sweet kiss to Emma's temple. "Big night?"
"Huh?" Emma looked up at him in confusion.
Killian nodded his head towards Ruby, as he explained, "That dress is a little fancy for eight am, isn't it?"
Emma craned her head around the kitchen island, to get a good look at her friend, for the first time that morning. She'd been far too distracted by having Killian in the apartment to realize that Ruby was most definitely still wearing her clothes, from the night before.
"Oh… my… God," she gasped. "You had sex last night."
"Seriously?" Ruby sighed, as she flicked a look over to Killian, and then back to her friend.
"Oh, please, he doesn't know anyone in this town," Emma scoffed, before she continued, "Who was the lucky guy?"
"It was nobody," Ruby replied, as she waved her hand dismissively. But something behind her eyes told Emma that wasn't entirely the truth.
"I could go and give you ladies a few minutes to talk?" Killian suggested, as the atmosphere in the room became a little uncomfortable.
"No, you don't have to do that," Ruby rushed to assure him. "Emma just needs to learn when to drop the damned subject."
"Since when have you ever been shy about these kinds of details?" her friend countered. "I mean, if Killian weren't sat here, right now, you'd be asking me about the size of his penis."
Emma's eyes widened instantly, as Ruby and Killian both snorted out a laugh at her comment. "I wouldn't tell her," she hurried to clarify, as she turned to face her boyfriend. "Your secret is completely safe with me. I promise."
"It's okay," he chuckled. "I know that women aren't delicate little flowers that never discuss men, and sex, amongst themselves. Tell Ruby whatever you feel comfortable sharing."
Emma dropped her head down to rest against his shoulder, as Killian pulled her in a little tighter to press a kiss into her hair.
"Ugh. You two are disgusting this early in the morning," Ruby protested fondly.
"And you're stalling," Emma sing-songed. "Come on, Ruby. It can't be as bad as…" She trailed off as an idea slammed its way into her head, and her eyes widened even further. "No?"
"It's not like I meant for it to happen," her friend protested. "It was an accident."
"An accident?" Emma cried, her voice rising in pitch, as her disbelief grew. Killian was busy looking between the two women who seemed to be having an entire conversation, without actually mentioning the subject of it. "Did you just happen to slip and fall on the town doctor's cock?"
"I was drunk," Ruby exclaimed, as if that explained everything. "And he was surprisingly sweet. I didn't hate it… and… I might have given him my number. I sort of asked him to call me, today," she finished, as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"We're both talking about Whale here, right?" Emma clarified. When her best friend nodded her head sheepishly, Emma sighed, before she slipped off her stool to make her way round to where Ruby was stood. "Hey. I love you, you know?" she reminded her. "So, as long as he doesn't mess you around, I don't care who's cock you accidentally fall on."
Killian snorted at Emma's words and both girls threw him a dirty look.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "I know this is a touching moment, but that mental image is hilarious. Carry on."
Emma cocked a brow at him, that screamed he'd be paying for that later, before she pulled Ruby in for a hug, that she reserved only for her best friend.
"Do you um… do you wear that every day?" Killian mumbled, a little tongue-tied as he watched his girlfriend leave her room later that morning, fully dressed and ready for work.
Ruby had excused herself to take a nap, after some gentle teasing from both Killian and Emma, that she probably hadn't done much sleeping the night before.
"What?" Emma asked, looking down at herself. "I told you I didn't wear a uniform, what were you expecting?"
"Oh, I was kinda expecting this," he replied simply. "I just wasn't expecting the sight of my girlfriend, wearing a badge and a gun, to be so fucking sexy."
Emma swallowed down the bolt of lust that shot through her at Killian's words, as she watched him stalk his way over to where she was stood. His hands dropped down to rest against her hips, finding the cuffs she always kept secured there.
"Are these...?" he asked, trailing off as he cocked a brow in her direction.
"No," she croaked out, a little distracted by just how close he was. And that smell, that was so uniquely Killian, that she couldn't seem to get enough of. "I um… I keep those ones in a draw, in my office, at work."
"Huh," was all he said in reply, as he dipped his head to brush a teasingly light kiss to her lips. When he took one long step back, Emma blinked up at him in confusion.
"You're gonna be late for work, Sweetheart," he smirked.
Emma had been torn, that morning, about going in to work. A large part of her never wanted to leave her bed, given that she'd woken up with a very naked Killian Jones in it. And yet, the more rational part of her mind informed her that calling David to cover for her, would only make her friend suspicious. She had already taken advantage of David's kind nature enough, since she'd first met Killian. So, she sucked it up, and forced herself to get ready for the day.
Thankfully, her new boyfriend was more than happy to agree to accompany her to the station. He made absolutely no effort to hide the excitement that bubbled behind his eyes, at the thought of getting to see a day in Emma's life.
"Well, this is it," she mumbled lamely, as she flicked on the lights in the Sheriff's station. "It's really nothing special."
Killian's eyes widened as he made his way slowly around the room, taking in everything from the height chart, used for photographing those that were arrested; to the two holding cells, at the front of the room; round to the small couch he'd seen in Emma's photos; all the way back to the glass office, tucked at the back of the space, with a plaque reading Sheriff Emma Swan, on the door.
"Are you kidding? This is incredible," he told her, as his eyes continued to roam.
Emma looked like she couldn't quite believe Killian's enthusiasm, so he stopped his careful perusal, to make his way over to stand in front of her.
"Emma," he started, reaching for her hands. Killian waited until she raised her eyes to meet his, before he finally continued. "I know you say your job isn't anything exciting. And, yes, I imagine that compared to a city like New York, it's probably not. But, you are literally a public servant, in one of the most dangerous professions in the world. That might not be exciting to you, but to me, that's incredible. I am so proud of you, Sweetheart. Yet, at the same time, every day, when you tell me you're at work, I'm worried for you. Because, as boring as your job might be ninety percent of the time, it only takes one wrong person to put your life in danger. So, please, stop dismissing this profession as nothing exciting. I can assure you, it provokes more feelings in me than that of any other person's, I have ever met, in my life."
Emma wasn't sure what to say in response to Killian's little speech. Nobody else had ever really looked at her job that way before. Neal used to compare it to nothing more than that of a glorified security guard, and Emma had begun to think of her role, within the community, in much the same way.
She opened her mouth to say something, but when the words simply wouldn't come, she gave up. Instead, she pulled hard on Killian's hands, to tug him in closer, and pressed her lips to his.
Killian seemed a little startled at first, either by the strength of her actions, or the actions themselves, but he quickly let go of her hands, to wrap her up in his arms. One found its way easily to her back, pulling her in as close as he possibly could, as the other slipped into her long blonde hair, to tilt her head and allow him to deepen their kiss.
He finally pulled back with a groan when Emma began gently grinding her hips into his, seeking that pleasurable friction the two of them had found so easily the night before, and earlier that morning.
"Sweetheart," he panted, dropping his forehead down on to hers, as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Sweetheart," he repeated, "We have to stop."
"Don't wanna," Emma mumbled, as she tugged at the collar of his shirt, to allow her lips more room to move against his neck.
Killian had woken a greedy beast within her, the night before, and now she couldn't seem to get enough of him.
He took a shuddering breath in, before he stepped back, to put some space between them. "Emma, Love… I have spent far too much time, thinking about you, handcuffing me, to that bed, behind us, and having your way with me, than is healthy. We need to stop this, before someone walks in and sees more of their sheriff than they ever have before. Because I do not share what is mine."
Emma's beautiful green eyes had darkened with every word that left Killian's mouth. He wasn't the only one who'd had fantasies about the cot in her holding cell. And now that he was stood in that room, looking as sinfully good as he always did, with his lips swollen from her kisses, and his hair even more disheveled than usual, the thought of making those fantasies a reality was incredibly tempting.
"I locked the door on the way in," she whispered into the silence of the room.
Killian's eyes widened with shock, before he surged forwards, to capture her lips with his own, once more. This time, he didn't bother trying to control himself. He wanted her, and she wanted him.
He wasn't going to fight that.
Even though his fantasies had always involved being cuffed, at the mercy of his beautiful sheriff-girlfriend, Killian soon had Emma backed into the nearest wall, as his hands roamed under the leather of the jacket she was wearing, while she tilted her head, to give him better access.
"God, I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," he groaned, as he slipped the leather down her shoulders, to hit the floor with a dull thud.
Emma gasped into Killian's mouth, at his words, as she arched her back away from the wall, to help him lift the sweater she was wearing up and over her head.
"I want you too," she mumbled between sloppy kisses, as Killian's own jacket hit the floor behind him. "I've always wanted you."
As soon as she had the buttons on his shirt open, Killian ripped it off his shoulders, before he reached back to pull the plain, white, cotton t-shirt he wore underneath, over his head.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he praised, as his hands found their way back down to Emma's waist, to start guiding her over in the direction of the holding cell he'd been fantasizing about. "Like some kind of goddess." Emma's head fell back as Killian's kisses began working their way down her chest. "I'd worship you every day if you'd let me."
She gasped as his mouth covered her left nipple, sucking gently through the lace of the bra she's put on only a few hours earlier. Once it was pebbled beneath the fabric, Killian switched his focus to her right breast, making sure it received the same attention.
It was only when his hands dropped to the belt at her waist, that she realized they were missing something. "Wait," she panted out. And Killian froze immediately. "The cuffs," she explained, sensing his wariness at her tone. "They're in my desk drawer."
"Won't these do the same thing?" he asked, as he ran a single finger over the cool metal at her hip.
"Yeah," she confessed, as a blush began to work its way onto her cheeks, "but… I don't think I could ever use them again, knowing that we'd used them, for this."
He chuckled a little at the flustered look she wore, as she spoke, before bringing up a hand to gently tease the hair that was framing her face. "How is it that someone as incredibly sexy as you, can be so adorably cute at the same time?" he wondered.
"I've often asked the same about you," Emma mumbled at her feet, before adding quietly, "on Tumblr."
Killian lifted her chin, so her eyes would meet his once more, before he bent to place a kiss to her soft lips. "Go get your cuffs, Sheriff," he instructed, landing a gentle slap to her ass for added effect. "I'm more than ready for my beautiful girlfriend to have her wicked way with me."
Emma turned away to head over to her office, feeling a little dazed. Nobody had ever made her feel as wanted, or desired, as Killian did, and she wasn't used to those feelings.
She turned back to her holding cell when she heard the telltale squeaking of the cot's bed springs, and watched as Killian bounced on it slightly, to test how sturdy it would be. He must have somehow sensed her eyes on him, as he lifted his head to wink in her direction, before he bounced again.
Emma giggled at him, not used to the giddy feelings he was creating inside of her, before she unlocked her office door, and headed over to her desk. Her office had always been a secure place, so she kept a fair few of her most treasured items locked away there.
It had seemed like the most natural place to store what she now came to think of as her Killian Cuffs.
"Do you want me to lock this door?" she asked, tugging on the bars of the cell, as she made her way back over to where her boyfriend was sat watching her.
Killian glanced between the door to the cell she was leaning against, the cuffs dangling from her left hand, and then to his beautiful girlfriend, who was walking around her station wearing nothing but her jeans, a pair of black boots, and a purple lace bra.
She looked absolutely glorious, and it hurt his heart to think that Emma probably didn't even realize it.
"Can we get out again if you do?" he asked cautiously. His head was screaming at him to let her lock them in, and fulfil every small detail of every fantasy he'd ever had, since she'd first mentioned her job to him. But, the more rational side of his brain was warning him not to take things too far. The last thing he wanted to do was end up stuck in the cell with Emma, without their shirts anywhere in sight. He knew that would end up tarnishing a reputation she'd worked hard to build, within her community.
And that was the last thing he wanted for her.
"Maybe it's best if we don't?" she suggested. "I don't wanna have to call David to free us, if, for some unknown reason, it decides to get stuck or something."
"That's absolutely fine by me," he assured her. "Now… come back here. You're too far away."
Emma made sure the door was securely open, before she crossed the distance between them, to drop down next to him, on the bed.
For some reason, whenever he was close, Killian filled her with a confidence that she hadn't felt for years. But, whenever there was distance between the two of them, the doubts started to creep back in.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, as he ran his fingers gently through her hair, before pulling her in for another kiss.
Given the way their exchange had begun, and what they both knew would be coming next, he was surprisingly tender, as Killian tilted her head to deepen the kiss, while running his free hand gently up her leg, and over her hip.
He allowed Emma to control things from there, letting her slide her leg over his, to straddle his lap, when the need within her began to build. He let her push him back, onto the bed, when their kisses deepened, and grew in desperation. When she started rocking gently above him, searching for some kind of relief, he settled his hands onto her hips, to help guide her movement.
"I want you," Emma panted, as she reluctantly pulled away from his lips, for air.
"You have me," Killian assured her, while his hands slid down from her hips, to cup her ass. "You have me for as long as you want me."
Emma's own hands slipped down to his belt, undoing it with surprisingly nimble fingers, before she turned her attention to his fly. Killian followed her lead, and brought his own hands round to begin work on the button on Emma's jeans. When he realized that he wasn't going to be able to pull them off, thanks to her boots, he twisted his body away from hers slightly, to get her attention. "Stand up, Love. You're gonna need to finish the rest of this yourself."
Emma looked confused by Killian's request, until his tapped the knuckles of his left hand against the leather of her boot. She giggled a little, before sliding gracefully off him, to sit on the tiny space left at the side of the bed, and pull off the rest of her clothing. As she did, she heard the telltale sounds of the bed creaking again, which told her Killian was busy removing what little he was still wearing.
She didn't look back until all that was left were her purple lace bra, and matching panties, (that Ruby might have talked her into buying, after their Vegas trip). When she did, she found her boyfriend wearing only his black boxers, spread out gloriously over the crappy cot bed, in the cell.
"Look at you," he whispered, as he reached out a finger, to trace the edges of her bra. "You don't even realize how beautiful you are, do you?"
"Do you?" Emma countered, in an attempt to distract him.
"When you look at me like that, I do," he confessed. It wasn't a lie, either. The way she looked at him, with such awe and reverence, left him feeling handsome and treasured in a way nobody else had ever managed before.
Killian pushed himself up, onto his forearms, to lean in and bring their lips together once more. Emma didn't hesitate to deepen their kiss, pushing on his chest to encourage him to lay back on the bed, so she could slide herself into his lap.
It was only when she started to rock against him, that Killian broke free from her lips, to begin trailing kisses down her neck, and over her collarbone. Emma was so distracted by the way his mouth felt against her heated skin, that she didn't notice the cuffs he'd reached for, until he pulled back, to dangle them between the two of them.
"You really want this, don't ya?" she chuckled, as she pushed her hair back and away from her face.
"Oh, you have no idea," he agreed.
Emma took the cuffs from him, as she slid back on his lap, making them both a little more comfortable, and a little less distracted. She'd cuffed a fair number of people in her time, as a law enforcement officer, but never someone she cared for, like she cared for Killian.
"How do you want me?" he asked. His eyes seemed to darken further at the sight of her, sat astride him, in nothing but lingerie, holding a pair of handcuffs.
"Arms straight up and grab the bar above your head," she instructed, slipping easily into that sheriff persona.
Killian groaned at her tone, as arousal flooded his system. He was moving before she'd even finished speaking, reaching up to grasp the horizontal bar that made up the cot's pathetic excuse for a headboard. Emma took a moment to let him shuffle down the bed a little, to make sure he was comfortable, before she leaned forward to secure him in place.
"Tell me if they're too tight?" she requested softly, as the first one came down on his wrist. The harsh metal felt shockingly cold on his overheated skin. "These aren't those fur-lined cuffs most people use. If you pull too hard on them, they're gonna bruise."
Killian nodded his understanding, but Emma wasn't really sure he'd heard a word she'd said. Especially when she felt him sucking gently on her breast, through the fabric of her bra.
"Jesus," she panted out. He was far too good at that.
It took everything in her to make sure she stayed focused enough to wrap the small chain of the cuffs under the bar, before bringing the second one down over Killian's left wrist, leaving his hands bound to the bed. "How does that feel?" she asked softly.
Killian pulled gently on the restraints with his arms, testing just how far he could move. When he realized that they left him fairly immobile, from the waist up, he sucked a little harder on Emma's nipple, and she groaned in response, fisting her hand in his hair, to pull him away.
"I need you to talk to me," she told him gently. "I've never done this to someone I care about before. Are they too tight?"
"They're fine," Killian assured her. "I trust you, Emma. Trust yourself."
The sound of the cuffs pulling on the bed caught her attention, and she realized that he'd tried to move his hands, to finish what he'd started with his mouth, when she'd become too lost in her own thoughts. "You're too far away," he whined.
Emma chuckled at the pout on his lips, before she released her grip on his hair, to push him back down onto the bed. "Behave," she warned, as she lowered her lips down to his.
Killian kissed her back with a ferocity and passion she hadn't seen before, and Emma soon found herself lost in him once again. She didn't feel like she was at the station, on it's hard cot, chilly from the lack of heat in the old building, and only dressed in her underwear.
All she felt was wanted… and confident… and powerful.
"Off," Emma gasped, as she reached down between them, to palm at the bulge still hidden by Killian's boxers. "You need to take these off."
The rattling of metal-on-metal caught her attention once more, and she giggled again at the look of frustration on Killian's face, when he remembered that with his hands bound, he couldn't do as she had instructed.
Emma slid off him once more, to pull the black fabric down his legs just far enough, for Killian to finish kicking them off.
"What should I do with you now?" she teased, running a hand down the center of his chest. She loved the way his muscles jumped under such a light touch, and the look of pure desire that burned behind his eyes, with every move she made.
Killian had put his trust in her completely, and Emma felt powerful and confident in a way that her job had never made her feel before.
"Anything," he panted. "Everything," he begged.
Emma shot him a sly smirk of her own, as she bent down to kiss the tip of his cock.
"Fuck me," he gasped. He hadn't expected her to be so bold.
"We're getting to that," she promised, before gently sucking him into her mouth.
This was what she had fantasized about, during those long nights, after their many calls. The way he'd feel in her mouth, hot and heavy against her tongue, as she took her time to learn every ridge and dip of his flesh. The way he would twitch, as she gently grazed her teeth over the underside of him, before soothing the sensitive skin with broad strokes of her tongue. The way his entire body jumped, when she sucked a little harder on the tip, before sliding him back as far as she could. And the way he tasted, as he leaked against her tongue, when she began gently teasing his perineum.
It didn't take her long to find a pattern that had Killian writhing on the bed, pulling at his restraints in frustration, as he panted out how beautiful Emma looked, with his cock in her mouth.
When he started twisting on the sheets, begging for her to stop, Emma knew how close he was. In a moment of wicked spontaneity, she took one deep breath in, before sliding him as far down her throat as she could.
"Shit!" Killian cursed, his back arching off the bed, as he came harder than he had the day he'd first discovered pornography, as a teenager.
Emma gently licked him clean, before she pulled back to drop her head down onto his stomach, while he came down from his high. When he began tugging once more at his restraints, she pushed herself up to place a kiss to the space where she knew his heart would still be beating wildly.
Killian sucked in a deep breath at the action, and her eyes flew up to meet his.
For the longest of moments, they remained locked together that way.
Killian's chest was heaving as he lay spread out over the bed, restrained at her mercy. Emma's own heart was racing at the look building in his eyes, that had lightened the instant her lips had brushed against his chest.
"Kiss me," he finally begged, craning his head as far forward as he could, to meet her lips with his own.
Emma forgot the rest of her plans for him, as she leaned down to do as he'd asked. She lost herself quickly to the feelings that Killian was pressing into every brush of his lips against her own.
When he started gently rocking into her again, hardening against her thigh, Emma wiggled her hand between them to tease herself a little, before she took him firmly in hand.
"Jesus Christ," he barked out, when he realized what she'd done to find some form of lubrication for him, in that cold damp cell. "I need you," he begged.
"Soon," Emma promised, as she made confident strokes over his rigid flesh. She was hypnotized by the way he thrust up, into her fist, with each of her moves.
"Now," he begged. "Emma, please, Love?"
She pulled back a little, intent on teasing him some more, given how much he'd begged to be at her mercy.
But the look in his eyes stopped her dead.
This wasn't just about some slightly kinkier sex for him. This was something much more than that.
"Okay," she agreed softly, moving to straddle his waist once more. She couldn't seem to break that connection between the two of them. So, Emma held his eyes, as she pushed aside her own panties, and then sank down over him, in one fluid motion.
"Holy fuck," she gasped, as she did.
They'd had plenty of sex since the night before… but this was something different. She could feel it in the way the atmosphere had changed in the room, and in the way that he was looking up at her.
She could feel it echoing, deep within her heart.
Before he could move, Emma leaned forward to open the lock on either side of the cuff's freeing Killian's hands. In that moment, what she needed most was to feel his arms around her.
She half expected him to protest. But, instead, Killian surged forward, pulling Emma even tighter into his lap, to hold her close. "You're so stunning," he whispered, into what little space there was between them. He wrapped one arm around her waist, to help guide her movements, and allowed the other to play through her hair. "I can't believe you're mine."
"Yours," she assured him, as she moved fluidly in his arms. The change in their positions had done wonderful things to the angle at which Killian was sliding into her, and Emma was gasping with each and every move she made. "I only want you."
It didn't take long for the two of them to come together. Their foreheads were pressed against each other's, as they panted out their releases between delicate kisses, tender caresses, and whispered promises.
Emma allowed her head to drop down to rest on Killian's shoulder, as she caught her breath. She was sure the position wasn't exactly comfortable for him, but he didn't protest. He just pulled her in tighter, to run a soothing hand through her hair, as he waited for her breathing to calm.
When she finally pulled back, Killian looked like he wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't come. Instead, he poured everything that he felt he couldn't yet say to her, into the sweetest kiss she'd ever had.
Emma could feel that bond between the two of them. The one that had always been present, since the moment they'd first met. The one that flared hot and bright, whenever they were alone.
But now, it seemed to be deepening. Deepening into something that both excited and terrified her, in equal measures.
Because Emma Swan had never felt that way before, in her entire life.
"Don't," Killian begged, as he pulled away just enough to whisper the words between them. His lips brushed against hers with each one spoken. "Don't pull away from me."
"Don't hurt me?" she pleaded in reply.
Killian pulled her in impossibly tight, as he whispered, "never," to her, over and over, until Emma finally drifted to sleep, in his arms.