Chapter 2: Distractions

Emma was spending another late night at the station working on what was left of the paperwork from the weeks before. She was amazed that she could get any work done when Killian kept showing up to distract her. Though she wasn't complaining, it was nice to have someone to distract her every once in a while. She wasn't willing to label whatever it was they were doing, but she thought it was best to keep it that way. Whatever she was feeling she didn't want to say it out loud and ruin what they had. So they didn't talk about their feelings. Instead they just enjoyed spending time together when nobody else was watching. Which usually ended up being when she spent late nights at the station.

Tonight she was just finishing up the last bit of paperwork that had been sitting on her desk. This time she was almost done before it turned midnight, though she should have figured she wouldn't be alone for long. As she was standing at the front of her desk she felt someone wrap their arms around her. She gasped surprised at first and then leaned back into his touch, covering his hand and hook with her hands.

"Hello, love," he stated as he kissed her cheek before trailing kisses down her neck.

"Hello, yourself," she replied already breathless. She was amazed at how easily he could work her up, but she could already feel the need building in her. "You're a menace."

"Oh?" he asked, pulling his lips away from her skin. "And why is that, love?"

She turned around in his arms, fisting her hands in his shirt. "Because you create quite the distraction," she answered. "How am I ever going to get all of my work done?"

"I could just leave," said Killian, pulling away from her. "If the sheriff would prefer it."

Emma tugged him back to her. "I don't think so," she replied leaning up to capture his lips with hers.

Killian's right hand tangled in her hair pulling her closer as his lips worked against hers. His hook rested at her waist using it to hook a belt loop and pull her even closer. He trailed his hand down her arm and began to push the edge of her shirt up so he could ghost his fingers over her newly exposed skin.

Emma sighed arching her back against his touch. It wasn't fair the things he could do to her. They hadn't even been together long and she felt herself needing him to be there more and more often. He would always surprise her when he showed up and she couldn't pull herself away from him. In a way it was terrifying. She ws giving herself up to him without a fight. And even if they had never labeled whatever this was. . . she somehow knew that it meant more than what she was willing to say out loud.

When she pulled away to catch her breath she rested her forehead against his. She looked up at him and his eyes were still closed. It was something he did often when they were together. He would simply close his eyes and hold her as if he was savoring the moment. Or perhaps afraid if he opened his eyes he would find that she was not really there. The action always caused her heart to flutter in her chest.

She kissed him again, this time backing him up until he hit the bars of the cell behind them. The action caused him to let out a groan agasint her lips that only helped the fuel the desire he always brought out in her. His fingers tangled in her hair and she felt him pull her flush against him a moan of her own leaving her. It never failed that he would make her want him within the first few minutes of him walking through the door.

"Emma," his voice was low and gravely and it was the tone that she learned to figure out. The tone that said he wasn't sure he could control himself much longer. The fact that she could pull that out of him was something else that made it hard to stay away from him. She pulled him with her into one of the cells, a brow of his raising in curiousity. "What are you doing, love? Plan to lock me up? It's bad form to tease a man and leave him wanting."

Emma bit her lip and gave him a smile that clearly made him nearly want to jump her. "Don't worry, Captain.. . I won't leave you wanting," she whispered, her voice lower and it caused him to groan out loud. She pushed him to the cot in the cell before undoing the laces to his pants and pulling them down enough to free him from the confines. Then she pushed him to sit on the cot before she made a show of removing her pants.

The fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her as she stripped down to nothing on her lower half caused her heart to beat faster. He always looked at her like she was the only woman on earth and it made her almost blush. Though at the moment she didn't think he would notice not when she moved over to him and straddled his lap before leaning in to kiss him again. He returned the kiss with the same passion, his hand tangling in her hair as his hooked arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close.

She began to rock her hips against his and it caused a delicious friction that had her moaning into the kiss. His hips bucked against hers and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. She lifted herself up enough to align him with her center before lowering herself onto him. The satisfied groan that he let out was nearly enough to to make her come undone right there.

Still, she wanted to make this last as long as she could, even if she knew that they often were unable to keep control of themselves when together. She began to rock her hips with his, her hands resting at his shoulders as she broke the kiss and let out a needy moan. His hand moved to grip her waist as he rocked his hips back into hers. It was clear that he was already feeling himself getting closer and she doubted that either of them would really last that long.

Instead of trying to draw it out any more she started to ride him harder, a loud gasp and moan escaping him at the sudden change of pace. "Killian," she moaned out, fully aware of the effect moaning his name had on him. She reached between them with one hand, rubbing her clit and feeling herself getting that much closer to the edge, until her will snapped and she pulled him into a hard kiss, letting out a cry of pleasure against his lips. It wasn't long until he followed her over the edge and she went limp against him.

It took a moment for her breathing to get back to normal and she leaned up to capture his lips with hers once again. His hand moved up to her cheek as he returned the kiss. They stayed like that for a moment. Simply kissing each other as if they hadn't just had sex in the holding cell at the station. "I'm not gettng much work done with you here," she admitted, her voice still breathless but a bit of humor in her tone.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy the distraction."