Chapter 4

Word Count:1350

Note: This is the chapter where things get a little more intimate between Emma and Jefferson just to be safe I've changed the rating to M but it isn't too graphic. Also I do not want to drag this story on, I always feel it's better to quit while you're ahead so this will probably feature one more chapter unless otherwise inspired.

They had already walked Henry home and Emma had offered to accompany Jefferson while they brought Grace back to her house. Grace was going to talk to her foster parents and let them know she has decided to live with her Papa. They decided it would be best for her to spend the night there and when the dust settled in the morning she would move her things to Jefferson's.

Jefferson and Emma were left alone on his front porch. All that was left was the excitement they held for having their children back in their lives and the amount of electricity that they felt between them.

"So," Jefferson bit his lip one arm on the top of his door the other holding onto the frame of the archway. "Emma," The two syllables rolled off his tongue with finesse, she wanted to hear him say her name over and over again.

"Jefferson?" she questioned wondering if saying his name created the same feeling in him that it did in her.

He grinned, creating a swift flutter in the depths of Emma's chest, "You see," the delight on his face was undeniable, "This beautiful girl dropped by my house the other night and helped me through a rough patch. It was pretty incredible really."

"Oh really?" Emma felt her face flush and warm. "Did it help?" She grinned, she was flirting, actually flirting with somebody. She had always built walls around her heart and slowly they started chipping away in Storybrooke, but Jefferson took a wrecking ball to those walls shattering them down.

"Actually it left me with this feeling-" Surprising her, Jefferson grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside of his manor. He couldn't contain himself any longer, closing the door he pressed her against the wall, his lips grazed hers fleetingly. The same sweet and sensual kiss she had experienced and even dreamt about the night prior. Emma looked in his eyes; this man was like no other she had dealt with.

Emma brought her lips back to his; deepening the kiss, she opened his mouth with her tongue. She felt his body respond as he leaned into her; his hands pulled Emma's body closer if that were even possible. He was hard against her; she ached for him to be closer to her; inside of her. Autonomous as she was, she clenched her hand around the tips of his hair flipping their position only like a professional grappler would, placing his back against the wall and pressing her body into his.

Her lips pressed against his releasing all the tension in his body. She didn't want to be overbearing and his reaction led her to believe she wasn't. He grabbed at her clothing unsure of where the clasps and button holes sat he tugged at her jacket pulling it down her arms. Emma felt a tear in the leather but she could care less. His hands tugged at the strands of her hair, she hadn't felt this intimate with somebody in a long time. Her hands pulled on the scarf around his neck and this time he held no objections. Emma trickled kisses along the line of his scar, a low moan escaped Jefferson.

Jefferson walked her towards the opposite wall, his mouth on the curve of her neck he kissed along her shoulder sending shivers down her spine. He placed his hand along the back of her thighs and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him automatically as her back crashed into the wall knocking over picture frames.

Their previous kisses had been masked in fear but this time they had let loose. Emma's hands pulled at the tips of Jefferson's tresses, their tongues exploring each others. Jefferson's hands reached under Emma's shirt discovering other parts of her. His arms gripped tightly around her; pulling her from the wall he walked her out of the foyer and into the living room. He gently tipped her backwards laying her on the couch. She leaned forward helping him out of his coat and began unbuttoning fastens of his shirt. He slid his shirt off revealing a fit form underneath. Emma could feel his strength when he held her and now she could see why. All of the years he spent cooped up in this house between making hats and watching Grace he obviously had plenty of time on his hands to develop his physique.

He leaned forward kissing her; she lifted her arms up as he pulled the shirt over her head. They swiftly removed the remanding clothes until they both donned their underwear. Jefferson removed his boxers first; Emma was delightfully pleased at his naked body. Slowly Emma removed her last items of clothing, leaving them both bare and vulnerable.

Emma leaned back on the couch. Wrapping her leg around his hips she pulled him forward and he hovered over her. She could feel his hardness between her legs; a moan escaped her mouth as he entered her.

High off of lust and drunk off of sex, Emma and Jefferson rest breathless on the floor. They had over indulged each other trying to make up for all the intimate moments they had lost over the years. Her head rest against his chest as his fingertips grazed against the small of her back. Their silence broken with whimpers and gasps for air. Emma kissed him tasting the sweetness of her on his lips. "You were—" She started searching for words.

"Amazing? Fantastic?"

"Un-believable." Emma finished with a smile, "When you said you wanted me to believe in magic, I never would've imagined that it could've been that good." She grinned, "Hell if I had known I probably would've started believing sooner."

With a chortle Jefferson pulled Emma's naked body on top of him. "You brought that magic to Storybrooke Emma. Without you, I'd still be trapped inside of this house." Jefferson tucked the loose hair behind Emma's ear. "Without you I never could have gotten Grace back." He kissed Emma again, "Have I thanked you yet?"

"If you haven't…" she moaned into his lips, "I'm willing to accept any thanks you'll give me."

Jefferson smiled reveling in the happiness he felt until the reality of their situation struck him. "Pardon me Princess if I'm talking out of line—"

"I'm no Princess Jefferson."

"You are though, you're parents are royalty in the Enchanted Kingdom and you are their child, you are royalty too. If they don't accept us then—"

Emma scoffed, "Then nothing." She shifted to lean on her elbow gazing into his stunning blue eyes, "My parents gave me up, albeit for a good reason and it obviously did work but they didn't raise me. They don't have a say in who I see and besides..." Emma drew her lips to his "—I'm not letting anything come between us. Not even my parents. Not even a title."

Jefferson returned her kisses and brought his hand to her cheek. "Emma, family is very important." He ran his thumb along the side of her face. "I could never come between a family. I know you're scared; you're not used to having a family. You've searched for them your whole life and this isn't what you were expecting but they are your family."

Emma sighed, he was right they were her family and if he was willing to try and win them over then she wouldn't stop him. "Ok." She agreed.

"How about I make some dinner tomorrow night and we'll have your parents and Henry over. Grace will be moving in tomorrow so it'll be nice for them to see the two of us together."

Emma smiled, "That sounds perfect." She looked around the living room; it looked as if a tornado had rifled the items of Jefferson's house around. "I guess that means I get to spend the night so I can clean up this mess you made."

Jefferson rolled Emma over, "Then I better make another mess before we have to clean up." He leaned forward kissing her.