A/N: Smut ahead.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned the show, sadly I will just stick to taking my resume in next week and applying at the studio it's filmed at.

Chapter Three

"He broke his own heart and I watched"

Emma didn't know what possessed her to say yes to the gorgeous blue eyed stranger with the British accent, but right now he had her pressed up against his door and was currently doing things to her throat with his tongue that were absolutely sinful, so she couldn't think of much of anything at the moment.

Emma moaned as this man, whose name she didn't even know, found her pulse point and started sucking. "You're sexy when you do that," he mumbled into her skin. She wanted to shoot a witty retort back but he was distracting her with that damn mouth of his. She moaned again and he started kissing his way down her neck until he was placing soft, open-mouthed kisses on her clavicle.

"Bedroom," she gasped, "now." She didn't have to ask him twice before he swooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom, despite her protests at being carried. He practically threw her onto the bed before crawling on top of her. She pulled him down for a long kiss before smirking. "You're wearing far too much clothing."

"We can fix that, love," he said, his mouth curling into a smile that made him even more handsome. She couldn't wait any longer, she could already feel herself getting wet. Leaning forward into him she nipped at his bottom lips lightly before kissing lower. She paused to peel his t-shirt off before kissing her way down his chest. He had a mass of dark chest hair and she wanted nothing more than to tangle her fingers in it and pull him towards her. "Love," he moaned. She realized that she hadn't even given him her name, or gotten his, but in that moment she couldn't care. She gave him another playful smirk before reaching to unbutton his sexy dark jeans.

He growled almost animalistically, and stripped himself of his jeans as quick as possible. He removed the brace that held his prosthetic hand. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened but she wasn't about to choose this moment to ask. "Now you're the one wearing too much clothing, luv." She didn't know how his accent could get her so hot but she found herself getting wetter as he talked. He smirked, knowing how much he was affecting her. Smug son-of-a-bitch.

He ran his hands underneath her shirt, teasing her bare skin as he played with the hem of the shirt. "Off," she practically growled. She just needed to feel his naked flesh on hers. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it off, flinging it across the room. That was going to be fun to find later. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in her lace covered breasts and she was suddenly grateful that she wore one of her nicer black lace bra and panty sets instead of the normal white cotton ones she usually wore.

"Gods you're gorgeous," he breathed into her neck as he attached his lips again and started to suck. Goddamn it, she was going to have a hickey tomorrow. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and threw it across the room as well. She moaned again and leaned into him as he left open mouthed kisses all the way down to her breasts. "So beautiful." He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, nipping at it lightly.

"Fuck," she cried out. She had to be dripping by now. She tried to press her legs together to relieve some of the tension but he put one of his hands between them, preventing her from some much needed relief."Please." She hated begging but she couldn't stand anymore of his teasing.

"Impatient aren't we, love," he said. God, did he ever stop smirking?

"Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to fuck me already?" She could see his eyes darken again and she knew she was getting to him. He pushed her skirt up almost at lightening speed and then he was cupping her sex.

"Gods you're wet for me, love," he cooed. He played with the edge of her underwear before slipping a finger underneath and finding her dripping folds. She moaned as he ran his finger along her slit before thrusting it inside her. She cried out as he pumped it in and out of her, stretching her before adding a second finger. He curled them to perfectly hit that spot that drove her crazy. It wasn't enough. She needed more. God if he didn't make her come soon she was going to go crazy.

"I need..." She couldn't find the words as he curled his fingers again.

"Yes, love. What do you need?" His accent made him even more ridiculously attractive and just frustrated her even more.

"I need... touch me." She was lucky she could even get those words out.

"Touch you where?" The smug bastard was actually going to make him say it.

"My clit damnit. If you don't fucking touch my clit I'm going to have to do it."

"Well we can't have that now, can we?" With that, he pulled down both her skirt and underwear, leaving her bare to him. He licked a path down her breasts and torso until he reached her mound. He placed a light kiss there before looking up at her, wordlessly asking for permission. She nodded and then his tongue was running through her folds. He thrust it into her a couple times before finding her sensitive nub. He swirled his tongue around it a couple times, not giving her what she needed.

"Please." She didn't know what it was about him that made her beg. He grinned up at her before finally taking the swollen flesh into his mouth. Her moans only got louder when he inserted two fingers into her again and started pumping her at a much faster pace than he had been doing before.

He had her right on the edge and she just needed release. The things he could do with his mouth and fingers were driving her wild, but she needed more. As if he could sense it, she heard him say, "Come for me, love," against her flesh before attacking her clit with his tongue again. Her walls clenched around his fingers and he didn't slow his pace as he let her ride out her orgasm.

Now is when she would have cried out his name as she came but she didn't know it so she just let out a string of expletives instead. "God you're beautiful when you come," he told her. "I need to be inside you."

"Then stop talking and take me," she told him, needing more despite the fact that was just given one of the best orgasms she had, had in years. He didn't need any more permission than that as he grabbed a condom out of his bedside drawer and rolled it on before lining up his rock hard cock to his entrance. He entered her slowly, being considerate of her over sensitized flesh. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards herf, causing his to thrust into her harder. "You don't need to be gentle," she told him.

"Good," he told her before speeding up his thrusts, and hitting that spot inside her again. He definitely listened to her telling him he didn't need to be gentle. His thrusts were hard and his fingers were gripping onto her so tightly she's sure she'd have bruises later, but she loved every minute of it. She was so close and she could tell that he was too.

He reached down to where they were joined and pinched her clit between his fingers, causing her to cry out. He let go, causing her to cry out again. She couldn't find her voice to beg him for more but he sensed she needed it and applied pressure to her nub with his thumb. He rolled it in circles, still thrusting into her with incredible speed as she came around him.

His release came seconds later as he buried his face in her neck. She could tell her was breathing in his scent which she found to be incredibly sexy. He slid out of her and left the room to dispose of the condom and clean up.

Emma couldn't believe the incredible sex she just had with this man. She hadn't felt this good in a long time and that scared her. She wanted nothing more than for him to come back in the room and curl up next to her in bed and just hold her until they both fell asleep but Emma wouldn't allow herself that intimacy. She quickly found her underwear and skirt and slipped them back on, hoping she could find her shirt and bra before he returned. She found her shirt but at this point she figured her bra was a lost cause.

Why did she come here? It seemed like such a good idea when she was drunk but now she was far more sober than she'd like to be and could see clearly what a mistake she had made. Maybe if she wasn't so cynical and jaded she'd allow herself the entire night with this gorgeous man but she knew there was no way it was going to end well. Nothing ever did for her.

The beautiful Brit walked back into the room, confusion and hurt filling his azure eyes. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah." She replied. She couldn't look at him or she'd cave.

"Can I at least get your number first? Or at least your name?"

She was tempted, but she knew she couldn't. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not? Tonight was incredible. You're incredibly beautiful and I want nothing more than to get to know you."

"Why would you care about getting to know me? I'm sure you could get any woman you want into your bed, I was just another notch on your bed post." She knew she was getting unreasonably angry but she just wished he would let her go before she changed her mind and crawled back into his bed and pulled his cock into her mouth until she sucked him dry.

He seemed to take her anger in stride and calmly replied, "You're something of an open book, love. I can tell you've been abandoned in your life. You have a lost look in your eyes. You aren't the only one who has a past, love. I just want to get to know you."

He looked so earnest and sincere that it scared Emma even more. She hated that he could already see right through her. Letting people in only led to pain and she didn't even know this man. What if he ended up being a criminal like Neil was? Or even worse, what if he ended up breaking her heart like Neil did? She would not put herself through that again.

"You don't know anything about me," she told him harshly. She could see a flicker of hurt in his eyes but she couldn't dwell on that. "Thanks for tonight," she told him dismissively, "goodbye."

She turned around and walked out, not looking back to see the hurt on his beautiful face.