A/N: Ok, I lied, there's going to be three parts to this. Now, we have the story in Emma's view. I've always imagined her as the 'in denial' type. Thank you for all the reviews! You are all awesome and thank you for dealing with my initial nervousness!
"I thank you all for coming to this meeting tonight as we deal with a very serious issue" Regina droned on at the stadium. Almost, if not all of the town had shown up to the meeting. "As you all are aware one of our own, beloved wife of David Nolan and my good friend, Kathryn, was ruthlessly murdered-"
Emma Swan didn't even know why she bothered anymore. When she saw who the DA was, she knew immediately he was out for blood. She had to do something before tomorrow to save her friend. Before the meeting, Regina had flatly told her she wouldn't push the date for the interview back any further. The whole situation was frustrating and heartbreaking.
And then there had been Mary Margaret's 'attorney'. Like the plague itself, he had shown up to the meeting as well. Emma's later excuse was that she left the meeting early because she was tired. In reality, she had felt uncomfortable around Mr. Gold. He had been staring at her the entire night. But that wasn't it; it was that he had been staring at her so intensely, sending shivers all the way down her-
"Enough!" Emma snapped herself out of it before allowing herself to continue with the thought. More often of late, her thoughts had been trailing to him more than she cared to admit.
Shaking her head to ward away and more intruding thoughts, she continued down the sidewalk, shivering at how cold it had gotten. It had been a long day for the young Sheriff. Long black jacket hugging her body tightly, Emma hurried back to the Department to escape the cold. She quickly made a mental note that although beautiful, little gold dresses didn't do much for the cold. She hurried inside, opting to stake it out at the Department for the night. After all, her poor friend had her interview with the DA tomorrow and with a surprising act of charity, the good Mayor Mills had allowed her to sleep in a real bed that night.
'God she hated that woman' Emma thought to herself as she slammed the door behind her.
Storming across the room, Emma shrugged out of her jacket. Yanking the clip out of her hair, she let her golden waves tumble down her back. Her thoughts immediately trailed back to Mr. Gold and she felt the heat begin to pool in her lower stomach. She tried pushing them away, but the more she did so, the more she felt his hot tongue gliding down her body. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was him, and now his tongue getting even closer and closer, causing her breath to come out in small pants. The ache was just becoming to strong, and she was too emotionally worn tonight to fight it off. Face turned towards the wall, she gripped a shelf for support as she slid one hand down her body towards that special spot that screamed for relief.
"Evening Sheriff" a deep, warm voice rumbled behind her, "Having a rough evening?"
"What the hell!" in a startled yip, Emma whirled around to see to object of her fantasy sitting on her desk. The arrogant man seemed to have been there for a while now.
'How did I not see him when I first came in?' she thought to herself.
"We never had a chance to go over Miss Blanchard's case in detail. I figured I'd pop by to discuss it with you now" Mr. Gold was now off her desk and was approaching her.
"What the hell are you talking about? At this time of night? Are you kidding me?"
"Well, are you doing anything important right now?"
"No-I mean, that's none of your business!" she yelled at him, trying to ignore the area between her legs that was beginning to dampen.
His grin only grew wider. "No? I couldn't help but notice you left the meeting early tonight. Did you have some…extracurricular activity to attend to? Or was I interrupting you?"
He was now less then three feet away from her, and getting even closer. Emma tried to back away from him, but felt the nothing but the cold wall against her achingly hot body.
Face warming at the fact that he had probably seen what she was about to do, Emma did her best to glare at him. "Shouldn't you be preparing for the case tomorrow?"
"I think your ignoring the bigger picture here" he was now so close to her she could feel her heart begin beating wildly out of control. "Why, Sheriff Swan, are you alright? You look positively…inflamed with excitement"
Feeling backed into a corner, Emma made a move to get around him. "Excuse me" she tried to sound as angry as possible, "But unlike you, I actually care about what's happening to my friend"
Stepping around the infuriating man, Emma took a few deep breaths as she headed back to her desk.
"If I may just have a moment of your time Sheriff Swan-" she heard him call after her.
"No you may not" Emma refused to turn around to look at him.
Whirling around on her heels, she was about to tell him to leave, gasping when she realized that he had managed to close the space between them without her hearing him.
"What are you doing" her voice came out in a breathless croak.
"You were going to touch yourself, weren't you?" he had a very smug look on his face. Emma felt frozen in place as he leaned into her, hot breath trailing down her neck. "Pray tell me what, or who, you were thinking of" Emma just stood there, mouth moving, but no sound coming out. Moving to close what little space remained between them, Gold swiftly grabbed a handful of Emma's hair and dragged her to him for a hard, passionate kiss. One hand on her shoulder, he guided her across the room to her desk and eased her down into her chair.
Face so close to hers, Mr. Gold leaned into her, lips trailing up and down her neck as one hand drifted down her body. Finding the warm spot between her legs, he began grinding his hands against her.
"Ohh" she gasped, and as she did so, his lips captured hers again. Still sitting in her office chair, Emma had a brief thought that it was amazing the chair hadn't broken yet.
Fingers working of so efficiently, he now had his hand under her dress.. Mouth still upon hers, she felt him slowly, almost teasing, begin rubbing against her slit as his other hand removed the straps of her dress. With one finger, he circled around one nipple, teasing it into hardness before giving one exceptionally arousing pinch. Other hand still moving downwards, Emma couldn't help but arch into his touch. Hands moving desperately, she reached down to where she could feel his thick erection and tried fumbling with his pants.
He roughly slammed her back into her chair. She let out a pained moan.
"Not yet Miss Swan" he crooned into her ear, "I want to watch you come"
Hands desperately gripping his upper arms, she couldn't help but moan as his clever fingers begun making a circular motion over clit with just enough pressure to tease, but not to satisfy. Teasing her, he stroked her folds, but his fingers still didn't quite enter her. Bucking her hips into his hands, with noise that was cross between a growl and a moan, Emma force fully grabbed his hand and dragged it closer.
Trademark smirk in place, he watched her plead, her face a mixture of agony and desperation. He parted her folds, and she let out a hiss of pleasure as he began rubbing on her clit. Fingers beginning to move at a faster pace, Emma couldn't do anything as the white hot pleasure coursed all the way down her toes, forcing them to curl up almost painfully. She was so, so close, that she could actually feel her walls beginning the clamp around his fingers in anticipation. Just as she was about to go over the edge, he stopped.
Emma moaned as she felt him pull away. "Don't stop!"
Gold let out a noise that was half a grunt and half a chuckle. Slipping one hand underneath her leg, he lifted it over his shoulder, opening her completely to him. Lips crashing onto hers again, she heard him yank of his belt. Exposing his hardness, she felt the heat of his cock right outside of her dripping slit. Slowly, she felt him begin to enter her-
Emma's eyes suddenly flew open. Face warming, Emma had her hands on her desk, her body a dull, aching throb. As she sat straight up in her chair, having realized she had fallen fast asleep on her desk, she frowned as she looked around the office, remembering her dream. Mary Margaret had just been released and was now back home. Emma had thought to give the poor woman a night to herself and had opted to spend the night in the department.
But that wasn't the real issue she'd been having. No, for the last few nights, she'd been fantasizing about the one man she thought she hated. What made matters even worse is that no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't relieve herself. Every time she was about to climax, it would stop there and she couldn't quite bring herself to. If anything, it made the ache that much worse.
'I have got to do something about this' Emma thought to herself as she squeezed her legs together to try and get rid of the ache.
Her beeper, which had fallen in her lap, buzzed to life. Emma lurched over herself as the thing buzzed right against her aching clit.
"Piece of shit!" in a snarl, Emma snatched up the beeper and hurled it across the room. She threw it so hard that it left a dent in her wall. The beeper twitched one last time and then it was no more.
"Get a hold of yourself" she murmured, fingers entwining in her long hair. She closed her eyes again and took several deep breaths.
Slipping her hands down between her legs, Emma let out a hiss as her fingers came into contact with her soaked underwear. Stroking her clit, she closed her eyes and leaned back into the chair
The phone on her desk began to ring, snapping her out of her trance.
"Go away, go away, go away" she murmured as she looked at her clock, wincing when she realized it was only eight in the evening.
Whomever was on the other line was go no sign of going away. She let it ring for a few minutes, hoping they would take the hint and leave her alone. No such luck there.
"Yes hello!" Emma mentally cursed herself as she heard her own voice, which sounded even more frustrated than usual.
"Sheriff Swan" she wished she had answered the phone when she heard who was on the other line, "I was beginning to think you had already retired for the evening"
"Well, it is after hours" she said, her voice coming out sharper than she had intended, "What can I do for you Mr. Gold?"
He chuckled, and Emma fought the strong urge to have the phone join the fallen beeper on the floor. "Well, I was going through my files, and I couldn't help but remember that you still owed me a favor"
"Ok?" she said, drumming her hands across the desk, "If you don't mind, I was hoping to call it an early night. If you had a point in calling me, please come to it"
"I would like to call in my favor. Tonight"
"Are you kidding me?" she groaned into the phone as the area between her legs began to pulse more furiously.
"The night is still young, Sheriff. If you don't mind, please stop by my office in an hour. You won't be disappointed"
Before she could respond, the call was disconnected. Emma swallowed nervously. The last thing she wanted right now was to be alone with that man. Who knew what kind of favor he would want from her.