A/N: yep, I'm at it again. I had way too much fun writing this chapter series. That's probably what's going to happen with this story, I'm most likely going to do mini stories within this story. Some of the chapters might be one shots but related to the overall theme, others (like Wicked Games) will be linked to each other and the overall theme. What do you think?

Thanks again to all of those who reviewed, favorited and are following this story. You make my plot bunnies happy, and happy plot bunnies tend to write and commit acts of mischief. Wait, a sec...oh well.

Disclaimer: I've tried claiming OUAT in the name of Captain Swan, but apparently that doesn't work. Darn. Anyway, still don't own Once Upon a Time or any of its characters. They belong to Edward Kitsis, Adam Horowitz and ABC. I'd love to borrow Hook for an hour or two though...

Haven't Had Enough

Killian knew he was tempting fate by taking another nap on the golden haired Sheriff's bed, but as with everything Emma, he couldn't seem to make himself stop. He knew he was pushing his luck with her, especially after a week of taunting her, running around au natural and refusing to clothe himself unless Emma ceased to fight the urge to look-which he knew she wouldn't. She was still so hopelessly in denial of what was transpiring between them, so damn determined not to give him a chance that in frustration he found himself taunting her at every opportunity.

Deep down, he knew that he should relent. Despite Emma's surliness, she was kind to him-in her way, after all, he was being fed by her, living in her home, with her and her son. With all of her duties as officer of the law and savior, he expected that the last thing that she needed was to have to deal with his antics. But then, he would catch her pursing her lips to bite back a smile, or see the faintest curling at the corner of her luscious lips, or in the case of the past week and his decision to forgo clothing-he knew that she looked, and that it happened more than a few times. He'd feel her eyes upon him, but when he looked towards her, she would look away, an endearing pinkish hue would grace her features and she would nervously tap her fingers or her feet, or she would fidget with whatever was in her hands at that moment. Killian would grin knowingly, and at having been caught, she would growl out some comment designed to wound him, but in truth would actually reveal thoughts that she didn't mean to give away.

When she called him Hook, she was mad at him and on the verge of hitting him. When she mocked something he had done, she was trying not to be amused by his antics. When she muttered "stupid Pirate", she was battling her attraction to him. He was getting under her skin, and he knew it. Soon she would yield to him. At least, he hoped it would be soon, because whether she knew it or not, he had already submitted himself to her.

In the meantime, Emma was in the process of putting the final touches of her plan into place. She had squeezed herself into a strapless red corset dress with a short, sheer flouncy skirt that she had bought for herself a long time ago. It was one of those stupid splurges that you regret immediately and end up throwing in the back of your closet. Of course, when she retrieved it from the box of clothing that she never got to unpack, the thing ended up being a helluva lot more sheer than she remembered.

"Stupid pirate would love it." she muttered to herself as she put it on, reminding herself that it was all part of her plan to get back at him. She tried not to think of how much planning had gone into getting back at him, or why she was getting so damn into it.

She slipped on a pair of lacy red thongs, and completed the look with the red lipstick that she bought a couple of days ago at Clark's pharmacy. Of course it just had to be called Make Out Red, not that there was going to be any making out tonight.

"And what of tomorrow night? Or tomorrow morning?" asked a voice in the back of her mind. One that suspiciously spoke with a sultry British accent.

"Oh shut up." she said to herself and to the accented voice in her head as she braced herself for what was to come.

"Shut up damn it!" she repeated as the voice in her head laughed at her poor choice of words. She took a deep breath and left the bathroom, and climbed the steps to her room where she knew Killian would be napping.

That morning before she left for work, she readied her bed, knowing that at the first opportunity her...the, the pirate would climb into her bed, preferring it over the couch. She didn't blame him, that couch was viciously uncomfortable. She brushed away the pang of guilt she felt, reminding herself that there was a reason why she didn't lock her bedroom door during the day, though he didn't need to know that. At least he was able to get a good and comfortable sleep while she was at work.

Emma softly crept into the room, taking note of his fully dressed state. She was surprised to find him wearing the dark blue sweatpants and grey blue henley shirt that she gave him. Then Emma cursed herself for getting him something that looked so damn good on him, noting how well the shirt fit him, hugging his broad chest, dancing over the muscles in his arms, draping over his sculpted abs. It really wasn't fair. The guy could make a clown suit look good, and he sure looked good in his birthday suit.

She tried not to think about how he would look naked in her bed, and focused on him being dressed working in her favor. She couldn't imagine how much more awkward it would have made her plans if he weren't.

"Awkward...maybe, but oh so much more fun." the Brit in her head laughed.

She couldn't help but notice how annoyingly gorgeous he looked, even when he was asleep. Actually he was even more beautiful when he was sleeping, when he looked peaceful and sweet, not smirking or shooting a stream of innuendo at her. He was sleeping on his side, he had removed his hook and placed it on her nightstand, his right arm was peeking out slightly from under his pillow, his hand dangling slightly over the side of the bed, his legs bent together and relaxed. She couldn't help but stare at his strong, chisled jaw covered in stubble, his aquiline nose, his high and regal cheekbones, his sensuous lips.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her focused as she leaned forward, slipping the fuzzy handcuffs from its hiding place. She had one of the cuffs attached to the right bottom corner of her headboard. The other dangled between her bed and her night table. As gently and quickly as she could, she eased the soft cuff around Killian's wrist, fastened it, and waited for the fun to begin.

Somewhere in the region between sleep and wakefulness, a familiar aroma of roses wafted towards him, caressing him like a lovers touch, settling on his skin as he willingly drowned in it. Killian thought that if this was a dream, woe be to whosoever woke him. He sighed, grinning happily wondering when the fair haired savior would make her presence in his dream, when he heard an all too familiar click.

Killian stumbled towards wakefulness, gingerly opening his eyes, moving his handed arm to sit up, when he realized that it was bound. His wrist was encircled by something that resembled a cuff made of some strange pink fur, it's twin was attached to Emma's painted iron headboard. He gave an experimental tug before turning his head towards the blonde whose presence he felt beside him.

What he didn't expect was for her to be standing just a hairsbreadth out of reach and dressed for sin in a red garment seemingly made of gossamer that kissed the tops of her thighs so tantalizingly, hugged her waist, displaying her breasts in the most delicious manner. Her soft golden locks were curled softly, framing her delicate face, and tumbling over her shoulders. He raked his eyes over her, drowning in the temptation her visage served to him, trying desperately to slow his breathing when his eyes reached her lips, painted wicked and red and curled in the most sinful manner. He felt his tongue slide over his own lips, whetting them in a subconscious exhibition of want as his eyes climbed their way to her own. And in Emma's eyes were a mischief he had never seen before. A mischief he couldn't wait to explore.

"You did say not to stand on ceremony the next time," she purred, as her eyes roamed his body. "Looks like my timing is a little off. Got tired of running around naked, or were you feeling a little chilly?"

"Tonight is the night Henry is supposed to sleep over, I thought I'd behave," answered the pirate with a sultry smile. "Although, I'm sure if you call Regina she'd be more than happy to take him for an extra evening and you and I can be as naughty as you like."

"We have time before Henry gets here," she replied with a wicked smile. "I just thought that maybe it was time that I do something to make amends for the last time I used cuffs on you, make it a more pleasant experience."

"About bloody time love. I knew you'd give in to me sooner or later." he grinned widely, laying back in the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him and making himself comfortable. He had forgiven her for that long time ago, and he told her so. However, if she suddenly found that she needed to make reparations for that, who was he to stop her?

She strutted over to her dresser, feeling his eyes on her as her skirt danced and swayed with her every step. She took the bottle of Meyer's Dark rum sat there, along with a single glass. Emma unscrewed the top, poured some of the dark amber liquid into the cup before returning to the bed, taking a seat at the end by Killian's feet.

"I'll bet that you were really thirsty weren't you." she said, taking a sip of the rum and locking eyes with Killian, watching as his eyes darkened with desire.

"Absolutely parched..." he replied, staring at her lips with an almost painful ache.

"Aww...poor Killian," she pouted, leaning towards him and motioning for him to do the same. He gestured to his cuffed hand, and with a laugh, she scooted towards him as he edged up against the headboard so that he leaned against it.

"Better?" she asked with a smirk as she sat between his legs.

"Much." he moaned, thoroughly enjoying the feel of Emma being so close.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked coquettishly.

"Yes..." he breathed, half wondering what had happened to turn his self denying savior into the goddess of temptation. The thing of it was, she seemed to be enjoying herself and he loved it. Not just the seduction, but that she seemed more carefree than she had in such a long time.

"Yes what, Killian?" she pressed, leaning forward and brushing up against his growing...interest.

"Yes please, Emma." Killian replied, not caring that it sounded like he was begging, because he was.

"Good boy." Emma grinned wickedly, turning the glass so that she was offering him the side with her lip print on it.

Killian took a greedy gulp as she tilted the glass towards his lips, and with drinking from the side that still held her lipstick he swore that rum had never tasted so good to him before. All too soon Emma pulled the glass away from him. A drop of rum trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Emma caught it with her thumb, bringing it to her mouth. Killian was mesmerized as he watched Emma's tongue pull her thumb into her mouth slowly, kissing it clean.

The spell was partially broken when he heard a whimper, and realized that he was the one that made the sound.

She smirked knowingly before trying to get up from the bed. Since Killian couldn't hold her in place with his arms, he improvised, wrapping his legs around her waist. She laughed, a beautiful sound that resonated deep within Killian, swearing to himself that he would hear that sound again and often, no matter what it took to achieve that goal. Emma placed her hands on his thighs, telling him that she just had to get something else on her dresser.

"Sod whatever it is, I want you here." he growled at the contact their bodies made while he attempted to prevent her from leaving.

"Don't worry, you'll like what I have planned for you," she chuckled, unwrapping herself from his legs, trailing a hand from his upper thigh to his knee as she got up.

This time she retrieved a paper bag from her dresser, sauntering over to him and opening the bag, tilting it slightly to reveal its contents to Killian.

"Is that what I think it is?" he asked, the hopefulness in his voice and etched on his face making her laugh heartily. In addition to television, showers, coffee, and hamburgers, Killian had also developed an addiction to chocolate, especially Granny's brownies.

"Had her make a batch up especially for you," she purred, surprising Killian by climbing onto the bed, straddling him and nonchalantly taking a seat on his stomach. "Last time you were cuffed, I didn't leave you anything to eat."

"You're making up for that now love," he murmured, stroking her thigh with his stubbed arm, the anticipation in him building to an almost unbearable level.

"Would you like a bite?" she asked sweetly, drawing out one of the chocolatey confectionaries from the bag.

"Depends on what you're offering me." He smirked, biting his bottom lip suggestively.

She broke off a piece of the desert with her thumb and fore finger, bringing the piece to her lips and humming her approval as her lips closed around the brownie. As she chewed, she licked her thumb and forefinger clean before breaking off another piece.

"Open wide." Emma smiled to him, bringing the piece of brownie to Killian's lips. She gasped as he took her fingers into his mouth along with the desert, holding them with his perfect teeth before closing his lips over them, gently sucking and licking the chocolate from them.

"Delicious..." he moaned, learning that even just the mere hint of Emma could make anything taste infinitely better. He couldn't wait to have a full serving of her.

"I think that's enough for now, wouldn't want to ruin dinner for you," she chuckled, putting the rest of the brownie back in the bag before putting the bag on the nightstand. "There's just one more thing I need to do to make up for leaving you cuffed before."

"Don't let me stop you." he gasped, watching as she crawled down his body, enjoying the view of her cleavage that she offered him.

When she reached the foot of the bed, Emma sat up and delicately retrieved a small object from inside the cup of her corset, placing it beside his feet.

"This is the key to your cuffs," explained Emma, getting off the bed, heading once more to her dresser where she grabbed a shirt and pair of lounge pants at random before turning back to Killian. "Now you don't have to wait ten hours. You get set yourself free whenever you like, though you should know, dinner is going to be ready soon."

She stood by the doorway and watched as realization dawned on Killian, and she had to bite back the laughter that bubbled up at the expression on his face.

"You minx," he gasped as the epiphany hit him. "You set me up."

"I did," she admitted with a triumphant grin. "And don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."

"I won't if you don't pretend you didn't enjoy it either," he retorted, noting that she didn't deny it. "Now that the you've got me, and the fun and games are over, would you at least mind giving me a...hand?"

This time, even with him leering at her she couldn't help but laugh.

"I gave you the keys, you can release yourself." she replied with an innocent look.

"Love, it would be inhuman to leave a man in my condition," Killian begged charmingly, staring pointedly towards his tented sweatpants. "You wouldn't dare do such a thing, would you now?"

"Actually, I think I would dare," Beamed Emma. "Correction - I'm sure that I would."

"Think on this carefully love," he chuckled darkly, tugging at his restraints. "Teasing a man in this manner is rather cruel. If you leave now, there will be consequences."

"Seeing how this would make the fourth time I've bested you, I think I'll take my chances." She declared, laughing as she closed the door behind her.

She ran down the stairs, quickly yanking on her lounge pants and wriggling out of the corset dress before putting on her shirt. She giggled at Killian howling her last name, tossing the dress in her bathroom hamper before slipping on a bra and wiping off the red lipstick.

"Please let them be on time, please let them be on time!" she prayed as she ran to the door, hearing Killian thump around in her room. All too soon, Killian was flying down the stairs towards her. He had almost reached her when there was a knock on the door.

"Did I forget to tell you that my parents were coming for dinner with Henry?" she asked sweetly, unlocking the door.

"This isn't over Swan," he smirked, heading towards the bathroom to take care of the condition that Emma had caused before her father used it as an excuse to assault the pirate. "Not by a long shot."

She laughed and turned the knob, welcoming her parents and her son into the loft.

"Sweetie, why are you blushing?" Snow asked, puzzled as she gave her daughter a hug. "And, you have a little something on your lip."

Emma licked her lip, realizing that there was a trace of brownie still on it, she blushed even harder.

"Oh...uh...you caught me," she laughed nervously. "Granny's brownies. I was indulging in a little desert before dinner."

"I don't blame you," whispered Mary Margaret conspiratorially as they made their way to the kitchen. "Granny's brownies are insanely good. Whenever she makes them I try to resist having some, but I always give in. They're almost impossible to say no to."

"You have no idea." Emma murmured, her eyes wandering toward the bathroom door.