Author's note: Part 2 of the mini priest AU! Enjoy!

Unexpected Blessings

Emma pulled the belt tight around her waist. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this, but it was too deliciously naughty to turn down. She'd never considered herself much of a risk taker, but that before she locked eyes with a certain Father Jones.

She couldn't explain—even to herself—why she couldn't shake him. First, she thought it was just the thrill of showing that he was just as human as the next man. That he wanted. That was enough at first. Having now spent the night in his tiny twin bed alternately talking and fucking...there was a voice that whispered to her that it was more.

She liked the way he looked at her. The way his eyes lit up when she stepped into the room, that little mischievous smile, knowing they shared this secret.

For the first time in a long time, Emma Swan decided to stop thinking and just enjoy it while it lasted.

Not to mention, the sex? Mind blowingly amazing.

Emma rechecked her makeup in the rearview mirror, then stepped out of her Bug. She walked down the block to the church; she never dared to park in the church parking lot since the first time she touched him intimately. A heated discussion that ended with her on her knees and his cock in her mouth, mostly because she just wanted to shut him up.

It worked to perfection.

Emma ignored the few people she passed; not many frequented the church on a week day. Killian didn't know she was coming, but she knew his schedule well enough by now to know he would be in his office. Alone. She hadn't seen him in several days. Not really intentional on her part, but she knew if they were seen together too much people would get suspicious. And that would just take the fun out of it.

At least that was what she told herself.

She ducked through the large ornate doors and turned down the path to offices. In the weeks since starting this...thing, she'd gotten to know the inner workings of the church quite well. For someone of her background, it was all too easy to slip in unnoticed. She found Killian's office—second door on the right—and knocked.

"Enter."

Emma turned the handle and stepped inside. "Father Jones."

Killian looked up from his book, his jaw slightly slack. He hadn't expected a visit, hadn't even heard from her in three or four days. They'd seen each other sparingly since Christmas night and he missed her. "Miss Swan." He tried to be formal, as the door was still open. Anyone of his colleagues could walk by.

"Busy?"

"Merely perusing some of the wisdom of the Church fathers," he explained, standing up. "Nothing pressing."

"Good. I was hoping I could borrow you for a very special case."

He smiled. "As always, I am happy to help, Miss Swan. Shall we discuss it in private?"

"Sure." She closed the door, "forgetting" to lock it.

The moment the door was closed, Killian groaned. "You torment me, love."

She smiled impishly. "Sorry?"

"Except I know you're not."

"Well, you really might hate me after this."

"Not possible." Still, he leaned on the wall of books behind him as she sauntered up to him. She was wearing a medium length trench coat with her hair in curls and red heels on her feet. He couldn't figure out what she had on underneath.

"Such faith," she said, toying with the belt. "I like that, Father Jones."

He started to reply but his words were lost as she revealed her true scheme. The belt of the trench coat came undone in her graceful hands and the material spread, exposing miles of her bare skin. She wore nothing, save the heels. The coat hit the floor with a soft thump, and Emma inhaled sharply, utterly exposed.

Killian looked her up and down, drinking her in, his gaze lingering on her pert breasts. She shivered, nipples hardening right before his eyes. She fought not to fidget, not wanting to ruin the moment. Slowly, Killian reached out, his fingertips tracing the curve of her left breast.

"Breathtaking," he whispered.

She bit her lip; his touch was electric, zipping across her skin. "Oh."

"Who's taking confession today, Swan?"

She let out a breath and arched into his touch. Then she grabbed the shirt and dragged his mouth to hers. "Screw confession and kiss me, Father," she mumbled. He growled against her lips and did as she asked, happily. His hands wandered her naked form, trying to touch everything at once. She was exquisite, pale and gorgeous and desperate for him. He plundered her mouth, swallowing her little whimpers of pleasure. In moments, he was painfully hard, his pants constricting.

Killian backed her against his desk, almost bending her backwards, as they kissed. She stroked his tongue with hers, clinging to him. She could feel his thick erection press into her stomach and she rocked against it, proud that she made him this way.

"Happy to see me, Father?" she teased, head falling back as he sucked on her pulse.

"Bloody minx, showing up like this." He thrust against her. "Wanting you is a sin."

"Do you want to stop sinning?"

"Hell no." He had no control when it came to her; he'd long since gave up trying. Instead, he let his hand slip between her thighs. "So slick." He chuckled and nibbled on her throat. "Does this make you hot, Swan? Fucking a priest?"

She let out a strangled moan. "God yes." She wrenched his mouth back to hers and kissed him fiercely before shoving him back and dropping to her knees. She rubbed the bulge in his slacks rhythmically; Killian's eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Fuck."

"Eventually," she replied coyly. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, rubbing her cheek over his clothed cock. She couldn't wait to feel him in her hand, in her mouth. Emma eased the slacks over his hips, drawing his boxers down as well. He wet his lips, fingers sliding into her hair. Emma smirked at him before drawing her tongue along the hard ridge of his shaft, from root to tip. Killian bit back a groan, trying to stay still. She peppered his cock with wet kisses, deftly taking him into her hand. Her other hand fondled his balls, knowing he liked that.

"Please," he whispered, tightening his grip. "Suck me. Please."

Her smile widened for the briefest moment before she took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as he thrust a little; she was so warm and wet around him. He got lost in her, eyes falling closed as she bobbed, alternately sucking and licking him.

There was a sharp knock on the door and they both jumped. Killian's eyes widened in panic, but Emma was already scrambling. She grabbed her coat and ducked under Killian's desk. It was big and wooden, leaving plenty of room if she crouched. "Answer him and sit in the chair," she hissed.

"Yes?" Killian called, hastily plopping in the chair. He hadn't even pulled his bloody trousers up! He scooted forward until his legs were safely hidden under the desk with Emma.

"You have a minute, Jones?" Father Cartwright said through the door.

He didn't respond until he felt Emma pinch his calf. "Ah, can it wait?"

"It'll only take a moment. I just want to go over next week's program."

Unable to refuse his superior, Killian agreed. His erection hadn't abated, despite his effort to will it so. The door swung open and the older man stepped through. "I hope I'm not interrupting?"

"No, I was just reading." Killian gestured to the book on his desk. It was only slightly askew.

"I wish all young priests were as diligent in their studies as you, Jones," Father Cartwright said calmly.

Killian knew that would not be the case if the elder priest knew about the naked woman under his desk, so Killian said nothing. Only to have his senses completely stunned by the warm hand curling around his long suffering cock. He inhaled sharply, fingers tightening on the edge of the desk.

"You well, Jones?"

Killian forced himself to remain calm. "Aye, just remembering something I need to do before Vespers."

"Good, good." Father Cartwright took out his little notebook. "Now as I was saying, there aren't many changes..." Killian didn't really hear the rest. He couldn't focus on anything aside from Emma's lips and tongue pleasuring him under the desk. He swallowed, inching forward in the chair, ever so slightly. Emma grinned to herself; this was going better than she hoped. She crouched between Killian's spread legs, licking and lightly sucking on the tip of his cock. She could taste precum on her lips; it was all she could do not to moan aloud. Her core was soaked and aching, longing for him to fill her.

"So you see, I think this will be a much more efficient use of our time," Father Cartwright finished. "Don't you agree?"

Killian had no idea what the old man had been blathering about. "Aye, that's sounds fine."

"Excellent. I'll leave you to your reading then." The old man smiled kindly and headed for the door.

"Father?" Killian said.

"Yes?"

"Could you lock the door on your way out?"

"Of course. I'll ensure you're not disturbed."

"Thank you." The moment the lock clicked, Killian shoved away from the desk. He was both exhilarated, insanely turned on, and a little pissed that she took this kind of chance. As Father Cartwright's steps fell away, Killian helped Emma out from under the desk. "What the bloody hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking about seducing you in your office," Emma countered. "Again."

"You didn't lock the door," he accused.

"Guilty," she said, laying her hands on his chest. She leaned in to make her confession. "I was hoping someone would stumble on us."

"You were?" he croaked.

"You still want me," she said, reaching down to stroke him. "Father Jones."

He held her hip; he could feel his anger melting away. "That was reckless, Swan."

"And you loved every minute."

"God help me, but I did."

"Feel what that did to me, Father. How much I want you." She guided his hand back between her legs, moaning softly as he stroked her swollen clit. "Are you gonna punish me for my sin, Father Jones? For lusting after a priest? For needing his cock inside me?"

Killian said nothing, but kissed her hard as they continued to grope each other. She started pulling impatiently on his buttons, tearing out his priest's collar. Killian lifted her onto the desk, forcing her legs apart. She mewled as he rubbed his aching cock against her slick flesh, teasing them both. "Such a naughty girl," he growled in her ear. He thrust against her, rubbing her clit. "Fuck, you're hot."

"Oh God," she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist.

"You think I'm God?" He chuckled. "Perhaps I should punish you."

She smiled at him, leaning into bite his earlobe. "Would you go for that, Father Jones? Me in a little Catholic school girl outfit? Should I get you a switch?"

Killian twisted her nipples, relishing her low moan. "You're really into this."

She finally managed to wrench his black shirt free, dragging her nails through his glorious chest hair. "I want you in me," she countered huskily. "So badly, Father. Please fuck me." She drew his mouth down to hers, kissing him passionately. "Please."

He groaned and spread her knees wider. "Love fucking you on my desk," he muttered, the head of his cock rubbing her. He teased her until she was whimpering incoherently then pushed in forcefully. He swallowed her little scream with another fiery kiss. She was so hot, so tight around him; he would swear this was heaven. He'd only been fooling himself before; surely God didn't think this was wrong. Not the way it felt when they were together like this. He took her slowly, long even drags of his cock, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in.

Emma cupped his face, kissing him wetly, locking her ankles around his waist. "Fuck, so good," she whispered. "You always feel perfect inside me, Father. Killian. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Perfect," he agreed, rocking back in over and over. He slipped his hand down between them, flicking her clit. "So perfect, love."

Emma rocked her hips, trying to grind her hips into him. "Please, I need...Killian, I need..."

"Tell me, Emma," he said, thrusting quick and sharp. "Tell me what you need."

"You," she said, her voice breaking. She'd never felt like this with anyone. She didn't what to examine it, she couldn't. She just wanted to feel. "Father Jones."

Killian slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her up. He maneuvered them to his leather armchair, still locked inside her body. They both whined in complaint when he slipped out, but Emma quickly guided him back. She sank down on him, rolling her hips in a way she knew drove him crazy. This wasn't much wider than the confessional, but the leather made it much more comfortable.

"That's it," Killian growled softly. "Ride me, sweet. So fucking gorgeous."

"So dirty, Father," she murmured with a soft groan. The door was locked but she still couldn't scream like she wanted to. He felt incredible. "Love that."

"So many things I want to do to you," he said, sliding his hands up her ribcage. "So many sins."

Emma braced her hands on his shoulders, riding him sinuously. "Yes, yes, fuck yes."

"Hurry, Swan," he muttered, planting his feet more firmly on the floor. He started to drive up into her. "Need to feel you come on my cock."

"Oh fuck," Emma bit out. His thrusts hit her g spot, making her whimper. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life, nails digging into his skin. "Fuck."

He held her ass, driving into her as hard as he could. She shattered in his arms, whimpering his name over and over softly. Her fluttering walls were too much for him; he spasmed inside her, grunting harshly. She fell into his chest, panting, and he held her loosely, trying to regain some sense of self. He caught Emma pressing sweet kisses to his collar, but he remained silent. He simply held her, basking in the afterglow.

"Emma?" he asked after his breathing returned to normal.

"Hmm?"

"Comfortable?"

She laughed quietly. "You're warm."

"That's not what I asked."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"It was very nice of you to visit me, lass."

She smiled; it was almost shy. "You're not mad?"

"I can't imagine ever being angry at you, Emma."

"Not even for leaving the door unlocked?"

"You know my schedule too well," he said, feigning annoyance. He knew her well enough that she planned this encounter to the last detail. He'd been too intoxicated with her to realize it at the time. "Minx."

She grinned, cupping his scruffy cheeks and kissing him. "I should go."

His heart sank, but he knew she was right. He skimmed his hands up her back, stealing another needy kiss. It should worry him how addicted he was becoming to her. "Let's get you cleaned up first."

She nodded and climbed off his lap. Killian headed for his desk, plucking some wet wipes from a drawer. He handed Emma a couple and used one himself. They didn't talk much as they redressed; Killian wasn't sure what to say. Their affair was so tenuous; despite the fact that he knew it was wrong, he didn't want it to end. And he was terrified of scaring her off.

"Killian?"

"Aye?"

Emma walked up to him, laying her hand on his chest. "I'll call you soon, okay?"

"I look forward to it."

"Really?"

He smiled. "Really. You don't give yourself enough credit, Swan."

She rolled her eyes, but secretly she was pleased. "Okay. Leaving now." She turned, but Killian gently grabbed her arm. He turned her back and stole one last kiss, needy and passionate. She carded her fingers through his hair, sucking on his bottom lip before stepping back. "Until next time, Father Jones."

"Until next time, my lovely Swan."