Chapter 2:
Pretty Boy
So this chapter is pretty much all Mad Swan and is pretty skippable if that's not your thing however the CS factor is definitely still there. I swear I didn't mean for this to happen but after watching Civil War for the third time I had to get this out of my system. This will not happen often, I promise, and this will definitely NOT BE A LOVE TRIANGLE. The next chapter will be put up later tonight since it was originally one piece but then I decided I shouldn't make everyone sit through my Sebastian Stan salivating.
"PETER!" Emma screamed from her office. The deputy continued to lounge at his desk, bobbing his head to the sounds coming from his headphones and playing angry birds on his phone. She hurled a large legal pad at the glass window, making him jump and tear his earbuds from his ears. "Peter, get in here!" she yelled, not failing to miss the epic eyeroll that preceded the twenty-two-year-old standing up, taking a languid stretch, and shuffling into her office. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said sarcastically, "Did I disturbed your nap?"
"I wasn't napping, I was winning, Emma. That's what I do. What do you want?" he said with a facial expression that she just wanted to punch off his face.
"Peter, you did not fill out any of this paperwork."
"Yes, I did." he snapped.
"No, you didn't. You just," Emma picked up a form and look it over rattling off what she saw, "drew a bunch of pictures of fairies, checked all the boxes with tiny penises, and signed every line..." she flipped through the stacking looking at the signatures, "Mike Hawk."
Peter burst into a fit of laughter.
"Oh, what are you, twelve?!" she griped, "I've told you a thousand times, I cannot close these cases until you fill out your damn paperwork!"
"What does it matter?" he asked, sounding almost bored in his condescending British accent, "No one reads that stuff anyway."
"Yes they do- How are you arguing with me about this? Paperwork is part of your job. Keeping meticulous records is an important part of the criminal justice system and-"
"Ugh!" he interrupted her with that annoying catch phrase of his, "This conversation is so boring."
"Well, that's perfect because I just gave you something to do."
"I don't want to do that," he said, leveling her with a hateful glare, "I want to do something else."
Emma rolled her eyes, "Like what?"
He thought about it for a moment... "Can I go to lunch?"
She sent him a withering look, "No, you cannot go to lunch, it's 10:00 in the morning."
"But I'm hungry!" he whined, "And I'm tired."
"Here," she through a binder at him that he lazily caught as it slammed against him chest, "have fun filling out your paperwork, Peter."
"What's up your arse?" he sneered, "Did pretty boy not satisfy you this weekend, Emma."
"Ew!" she screamed, "Get out!"
"I'm not surprised," he smirked arrogantly, "Rich guys are always lazy in bed. Perhaps you need something fresh and... youthful."
"Oh, great!" she yelled as he returned to his desk shaking with laughter, "Now I have to fill out another sexual harassment report, thank you, Peter," and when he was out of ear shot she added, "you little shit."
There was something about that boy. For some reason, he just turned her into a different person. It was like his immaturity was contagious on a physical level. She shook off the encounter and went back to her work, trying not to admit to herself that her mood had more to do with her dream than her awful coworker.
She could still feel it all. Strong, sinewy arms wrapped around her waist, silky hair sliding through her fingers, and a voice. She couldn't actually make out the details but she could feel the richness in it's tone and the depth of its timbre. The things it had said brought a blush her cheeks as she recalled the sinful words: succumb to me.
Emma took a deep breath. She felt so fucking empty. All she wanted was something to fill her. It seemed like such a crass thought and not like her at all, but at the same time her body was screaming at her to do something about the ache that was consuming her every thought.
But what could she do? Masturbate in the middle of the day? That seemed a little primal. Then she remembered: she had a boyfriend that didn't work.
On her way out of the station Emma called over her shoulder, "Have that paperwork done by the time I get back!"
"Where are you going?!" he cried as if it just wasn't fair.
"Personal day." she replied.
"Can-"
"No, you cannot also take a personal day." she cut him off before bursting through the door into the frigid day.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Emma made it to Jefferson's in just fifteen minutes. She didn't realize she was pounding on the door until it flew open revealing her flustered boyfriend. She looked him over, head to toe. He was wearing only his boxers and a sleepy expression. His hair was adorabley mussed from restless sleep. He looked exactly like a trust fund brat would presumably look at 10:15 in the morning.
"Emma, what are you-"
She didn't wait for him to finish. She physically couldn't wait. Emma flung herself at him, catching his lips with hers.
It took a moment for him to catch on, but soon he was molding his mouth to her's. She pushed him back inside and shut the door while she allowed long-dormant passions to take over. She had no idea where this was coming from. She had never kissed him like this. His clean shaven face felt a little off, so instead pretended she felt the scratch of stubble that wasn't really there.
She pushed him into the wall, kissing him deeper, and harder, hearing the words in her head: Give yourself to me, Emma.
"Fuck me." she whined into his lips, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."
At that he tried to stop her, pulling slightly away but she just moved to his neck, inhaling the expensive cologne that lacked a certain spice she was looking for but still smelled amazing to the insatiable hormones that were overtaking her. "Emma," he said, his voice broken with obvious desire, "What's going on, babe? Is everything okay?"
"No." she said, making sure to sound as wrecked as she felt, "I need you you, J. Please, I can't stop thinking about you." It was a lie but it was accurate enough. She couldn't stop thinking about someone.
"O-ok," he stuttered in between kisses, "B-but I think maybe we should slow-" his voice hitched when she slid her hand into his pants and gripped his already hard cock. She had never appreciated the size before now, for some reason always taking him for granted. At that very moment she couldn't have been happier to have a gorgeous, well-endowed man at her disposal. She was lucky, he had something powerful enough to satisfy her craving. Emma nearly tore her boots and jeans apart trying to get them off.
She flung her panties somewhere out of sight and said the line she knew would get him riled up, "Jefferson," she whined in a childlike octave, "I need you. I need you're huge cock."
The next time they kissed it was he who was in control. He flipped them so that her back was against the wall and took charge charge of her mouth while his hands wandered up and down her body as if he were discovering every inch for the first time. He hoisted her up and wasted no time lining him self up before driving into her in one hard motion.
Emma cried out, "Yes! God, yes!" It felt amazing to finally be full. It was like she had never had sex before in her life. All the sensations felt different and she craved the feelings which were so confusing. She was attracted to Jefferson, and his fervent kisses were increasing her arousal, but she knew that it wasn't the original cause. There was something odd about a dream sparking such an intense sexual experience, as if it had made her come alive.
Jefferson began to move, rocking into her with slow, careful thrusts, allowing her body to get used to the intrusion, but that wasn't what she wanted. "Take me hard, Jefferson. Fuck me like I'm yours."
"You are mine." he growled in a voice that she barely recognized.
"Then prove it. Fuck me until I can't walk. Fuck me hard and deep. Claim me with your cock."
"Fuck, Emma!" he shouted as he began to slam into her with earnest, "I don't know what has gotten into you but- Oh fuck me, your pussy feels so good." He seemed to lose himself them, falling into a frantic rhythm that took her breath away.
She was trying to focus on him and the incredible sensations he was causing but she kept hearing that voice: There is nothing like hearing you come apart at my bidding.
She shook her head, ignoring her treacherous thoughts. She had a boyfriend who was fucking her like he meant it for the first time in their relationship and wanted to enjoy it. "Talk to me." she pleaded, her voice sounding ragged and helpless.
He complied with vigor, spouting off vulgar things that made her walls fluttered. "You like being fucked like this, Emma? You like leaving work in the middle of the day because you're craving my cock?"
"Yes!" she cried, adjusting to his voice which was pleasant even if it wasn't the one she was hearing in her head.
"I might have to take you like this more often. Maybe tomorrow I'll surprise you at the station and bend you over your desk so I can fuck you like the dirty little girl you are."
Finally, she was with him. All thoughts of stubble and chest hair left her mind as she neared her climax, riding his filthy words like a stallion. "Yes, God, don't stop!"
"I'm not going to stop. I'm going to abuse your cunt all day until I'm finished with you."
"Yes," she moaned, "Use me."
"Fuck me, Emma, I have never seen you like this, you are fucking incredible!" he exclaimed with utter sincerity, "Are you going to come for me?"
Will you come for me, love?
"I want to. Please make me."
He quickly reached between them and rubbed at her swollen clit, instantly sending her over the edge. She moaned, long and loud, the forceful movement of him against her inner walls drawing it out like she had never experienced before.
As she came down, she felt all the rigidity leave her body. Jefferson caught her when her legs gave out, covering her sweat soaked brow in gentle kisses. They both began to awkwardly laugh as he supported her weight, lazily leaning into each other and panting like teenagers after their first french kiss.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked, though she could tell he wasn't complaining.
"I uh..." she searched for an answer, but she had know idea what that was. It was like her sex drive had kicked on for the first time in her memory. She had never wanted like that, and even though Jefferson wasn't the man from her dream she felt satisfied and thoroughly sated. "Thank you," was her reply, "I really needed that." She began gather her clothes and pull them on, wincing as her sensitive nerve endings met the fabric.
He looked dazed and spent, but mostly confused. "Would you like to... go to lunch, or something?"
She laughed, "Actually, I should really get back to the station to yell at Peter some more." He surprised her with a kiss and a warm embrace. "I'll see you this weekend." she whispered into his lips.
"If I can fucking wait that long."
She giggled (actually giggled!) and left him with one last peck on the cheek rushing out the door. She caught a glance of his stunned look that followed her to her car from his living room window and tried to hide her smile. It was the best time she had had with her boyfriend for as long as she could remember. Something different, something new, and all because of her strange little dream.
For a moment Emma worried that the silky voice had lingered in her head well into the experience, but shook away the thought. The man from her dream was just a figment of her imagination. An idea that only served to bring her and Jefferson closer together. He meant nothing. He was nothing. I mean, it wasn't as if he could ever come between them.
Thanks for reading! And thank you for humoring my unfaithfulness to Killian. Hopefully he will forgive me in time. Please review! I'm really new to this so it's good to know if I'm doing it right.