Rating: A Hard R for this chapter, so if you're under 18 don't let your mom catch you reading this.
Pairings/Characters: In this chapter Emma/Mr. Gold, Mary Margaret, and Ruby
Warnings: Sex, naughty words
Spoilers: Anything up to 1X11 is fair game.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
A/N: I have posted this story over at the Gold/Emma community on Live Journal and someone mentioned I should post it here as well. This will be a long story. Please no flames but do leave comments and constructive criticism.

Emma writhed on the bed in sweet agony, desperately clutching the satin sheets that lay below her. Rough hands reached out to grasp her hips, firmly holding her down. She gasped as his talented tongue licked her wet slit, flicking against her nub.

One hand grabbed his head, holding it in place as her breath quickened. She began to moan as his lips sucked on her clit, driving her rapidly to blissful oblivion. His hands slowly ran up her flat, taut, tummy to squeeze her breast. He gently bit her clit as he pinched her blush tipped nipples. Emma's eyes slammed shut and she let out a guttural scream as she came. She dimly became aware of his hands moving from her breasts to her thighs, stroking the warm, sticky flesh as she rode out her orgasm. The bed shifted and she felt his hot breath at the nape of her neck. He nipped her earlobe playfully before he whispered, "you're beautiful when you cum Ms. Swan."

Emma awoke with a start, her heart pounding almost painfully. Her eyes searched her bedroom swiftly, as though expecting to find Mr. Gold hiding behind her closet door. She tried to ignore the insistent throbbing between her legs and kicked the blanket off her body, suddenly burning in the cold February morning. She took a long deep breath as she rubbed her thighs wantonly. The image of Mr. Gold lying in between her legs flashed through her mind and she let out a low growl.

"Damn it," she said, running her hands through her sleep tousled hair. "That's the fourth sex dream I've had of that smug bastard. What the hell is going on?"

Knock-Knock

"Emma?" Mary Margaret called out hesitantly through the bedroom door. "Are you alright?"

Emma sighed as she swung body out of the bed. "I'm fine," she lied. She opened the door to find Mary Margaret dressed for the day, a bright smile upon her face. "Morning."

"Good morning," Mary Margaret replied. She looked at Emma critically. "Are you sure you're alright?" I could hear you moaning downstairs and you look a little flush."

Emma ducked her head, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I...um...was dreaming," she said slowly. Her eyes flashed up to catch Mary Margaret 's startled gaze.

"Oh!" Mary Margaret exclaimed. She leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "was it a good dream?"

Emma gave her a half smile. "Yes...and no," she replied with a small laugh. She glanced at her alarm clock and swore.

"Shit! I'm going to be late." She ran about her room, removing her pajama bottoms and picking up her discarded jeans from the floor, forgetting all sense of modesty. She began shoving her legs into the jeans, hopping up and down comically.

"Whoa," Mary Margaret said calmly as she walked into the room. She handed Emma her black sweater and watched as she pulled it over her head roughly. "What's the rush? It's not even 7:30."

Emma let out a huff as she sat on her bed, putting on her black boots.

"Henry leaves at 7:30 so he can ride his bike to school and I want to make sure he gets there safely. Why Regina lets him ride his bike in February is beyond me."

Mary Margaret gave her a sympathetic smile. "She still not letting you see him?"

Emma looked up at her and shook her head. "I screwed up," she said sadly. "I let my anger towards her cloud my judgment." She let out a humorless chuckle and added, "I should have listened to Gold."

Mary Margaret frowned. "What did Mr. Gold tell you?" she asked curiously.

'You're beautiful when you cum Ms Swan.'

Emma gasped and jumped up quickly, startling Mary Margaret. 'Great! Now I'm hearing him in my head,' she thought.

"What is it? Mary Margaret asked in concern.

Emma took a calming breath and forced out a smile. "Nothing."

Mary Margaret raised an eyebrow skeptically as Emma grabbed her red leather jacket and walked out of her room.

"I'll see you later," she called out as she ran down the stairs.

"What about breakfast?" Mary Margaret asked standing on the top step.

"I'll get something at Granny's"

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Emma sat down in the booth with a heavy sigh. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, the image of Henry riding his bike making her heart ache.

"The usual Sheriff?"

Emma opened her eyes to see Ruby standing by the table, wearing an impossibly short skirt and giving her a mischievous smile.

"Yes please with extra cinnamon."

As Ruby sashayed back to the counter Emma closed her eyes again and wished she could crawl back into her warm bed and sleep. With work, worrying about Henry, and the erotic dreams about Mr. Gold she hadn't been sleeping well.

She heard the mug of hot chocolate being set on the table. She opened her eyes once more to thank Ruby and was shocked to see the smirking face of Mr. Gold staring down at her.