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Hook jerking off and emma catches him and then stays...

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She should've listened to that voice.

The small whisper in her head.

The one that had warned her not to just storm into his cabin—hissing at her harshly while reminding her to knock.

God she really should've have listened.

But instead of heeding the warning, instead of thinking her actions through, already annoyed that she was hunting him down, thick folder in hand, on her lunch break so that she could go over a number of complaints that had been filed against him in the last week alone—she had waltzed right in, paying the closed door no attention as she barreled on through.

And now, as she felt her gaze widen at the sight before her, her cheeks heating as his eyes flashed to hers, she really fucking hated herself for disregarding that stupid, stupid, little voice.

"Oh God." She whispered softly, her gaze drifting from his slightly glazed eyes, over his flushed face, down his heaving chest, to where his fingers where wrapped tightly around himself—his hand still moving ever so slowly. "Oh. My. God."

Shifting the file she held in her hand, she made a move to turn around; and as her body slammed into the still open door, she lost her grip causing the papers inside the folder to fall and flutter to the ground. "Dammit…oh God. I'm sorry…just…" she bent down to pick them up, her eyes rolling to the ceiling as she quickly and hastily gathered the trivial complaints—a part of her wanting to laugh while another, larger part, seriously was considering simply just giving up and crying.

Because of fucking course.

She was skipping her lunch, she was just trying to do her goddamned job, and now, now she was practically on her hands and knees, scrambling around, while Captain fucking Hook was jerking off on his bed.

"I just had some things to discuss with you but…" Picking up the last of the papers, she straightened; her eyes flitting to him, she felt her mouth drop open slightly and her cheeks burn hotly as she realized with a vague sense of outrage that he had yet to tuck himself back in. "What the hell?" she swallowed, physically forcing herself to keep her eyes on his, curious about the sudden pull in her belly, and slightly worried about the almost unnoticeable clenching of her thighs. "Could you just…" more than a little exasperated, she heaved a sigh, gesturing almost wildly to his groin area as she shot him an icy glare.

His lips quirked up into a knowing and undeniably salacious grin, and dimly she noted the sound of faint warning bells ringing in her ears, as he merely lifted a dark brow—his hand moving up and down his length slowly as he watched her carefully with his entirely too blue eyes.

"Just wait outside darling, I'll be done in a moment."

She felt both of her eyebrows shoot up to her forehead at his statement…his implications…and opening her mouth she closed it once again when no words came out—instead opting for staring at him hard while she struggled to speak. Because really, she had just caught him with…well…himself…and rather than acting embarrassed or at least feigning the part he still planned on finishing off.

Jesus Christ.

"You can't be serious."

His grin merely widened at her disbelieving words, and moving his hand down himself once, twice, he shrugged his shoulders with a confidence that oozed nonchalance. "If you'd rather stay here I'd be perfectly fine with that my dear…while the imagination is quite a powerful tool…I believe the fantasy definitely pales in comparison to reality."

God. Damn. Him.

"You…you can't…" she sputtered, her heartbeat starting to race as she picked up on his too obvious implications…the bastard had been thinking of her…was most likely still thinking of her.

"Actually darling…I can. Now while I don't mind an audience…if it bothers you, just wait outside as I doubt I'll be much longer…I believe you've provided me with some extra…inspiration."

Fucking. Pirate.

"No…no you listen to me…you…you cannot think about…there's no way in hell…I'm not…no Hook…just no." She knew she was barely making sense but goddamnit he was throwing her—she could hardly think straight with him sprawled out in front of her—everything about him practically screaming to her…calling to her…beckoning her.

It really shouldn't be such a damned turn on.

And she supposed it didn't help that things between them were tense.

After everything that had happened in Neverland, the declarations, the almosts and the close calls, she had told him once they had gotten back to Storybrooke that she had just needed some time.

And he had given it to her.

Only now, now she wasn't sure how much longer that self-control would last—she could see the challenge in his gaze, the taunting and smug look that had shadowed his features.

And. God. Damn. Him.

"I…I'm…"

"Stay or leave sweetheart, the choice is yours, but it's quite unkind to leave a man in such a delicate state…." He left the sentence hanging—his fingers jerking slightly with his words as a wicked gleam glimmered in his eyes.

She was so screwed.

And she had just been trying to do her job.

"Yeah, yeah…okay Hook…fine…I'm just gonna…" she swallowed once, her throat feeling too narrow and tight as she attempted and failed yet again to keep her eyes on his.

Unable to help herself, she felt her gaze drift downwards, her mouth going dry and her vision going hazy as she took in the sight of him…really took in the sight of him.

He was hard, and pulsing, and goddammit she had just been trying to do her job.

But as the air between them became suddenly stifling, as her gaze refused to raise even when he began to move his hand once again—faster now, his grip seemingly tighter, his breathing quite suddenly louder—she wondered if perhaps all this time, maybe she had been fighting a losing battle.

Maybe it was time to just let go…

After all, she did work way too much.

It wouldn't hurt to let loose every once in awhile.

She was already wet between her thighs.

And, really, it had been so very very long…way too long…since she had last gotten laid.

Your call Swan.

Shifting her gaze to the ceiling, staring at it for a long moment, she shook her head slowly, a tiny disbelieving smirk suddenly dusting her lips as she turned from him and walked back towards the door once again—without a word she placed a hand on it and closed it softly before turning back to him once more.

"What the hell." She murmured, her smirk stretching into a grin when she saw his eyes widen and his fingers still as she quickly made her way towards his bed.

She really should've listened to that voice…

End.

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