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Playing

With Fire

Chapter 1 – Pay the time

"Hmmmm what we can do with these handcuffs Emma? "He says in whispered voice, now pulling a slight seductive grin raising his eyebrows in amusement to her. "Like the thought? " Emma raised her face to him, looking at him with her eyes open wide from his quick remark but shook her head. "Mr Gold, if you please. I could do a lot more with these handcuffs on you than you think. "Emma quickly said when she cuffed Mr Gold's hands together, making them tight around his wrists before shaking his arms up and down to see if could escape them.

Mr Gold's eyes rose happily. "Oh Miss Swan, you do like to tease don't you?" He winked at her and smiled. Emma smiled back at him and gave a little chuckle. She leaned her face close to his and whispered, "I've been taught well Mr Gold, and oh, wouldn't you like to know... "Emma pulled back, her eyes wide with thought of the invitation she just accidentally gave to him.

"Oh Miss Swan, is that an offer?" Mr Gold sounded surprised, his lips now pulling into a huge smile. "What do you think, Mr Gold?" She replies, teasing him. She pulled him over to the police car, then opened the back driver's side door and pushed him in.

He pushed his head back quickly to look up at her, "Oh Miss Swan, I will take your offer if it's still open." Emma frowned down at him and slammed the door closed, wishing she could take back the words. She walked to the front of the car, slamming the door behind her once she had gotten in. She looked into her rear view mirror, finding Mr. Gold was smiling at her. "Mr Gold, stop smiling. I'm taking you to jail, "She said sharply, put her foot on the gas to drive to the station.

To The station

Emma pulled up into the driveway of the station. She put her foot on the brake, raised the clutch and turned the keys, making everything go silent. Emma raised her eyes to the rear view mirror, noticing Mr. Gold's mysterious grin was still spread across his lips.
This was very annoying. ~What have I gotten myself into? ~ She thought as she rolled her eyes. She turned around to face Mr Gold.

He looked like he was sitting rather comfortably in the back of the car, completely nonplussed by the fact he was going to be locked up. She leaned her head forward between the two car seats, "Mr Gold, you seem quite comfortable back there. Am I going to be able to move you? "Emma blinked her eyes to get a clearer vision of him in the darkness and found his grin was now wider than before.

He folded his right under his left then pushed himself forward, bringing the cuffs over Emma's head so swiftly, Emma could not react. He was so close that his breath was feathering across her skin. He paused and cocked his head to the side before whispering in a husky voice, "Oh Miss Swan, wouldn't you love to know? Maybe... you could come and help me."

He brought his head closer to hers, his lips are almost touching her own. His voice sent a shiver down her spine as he whispered "I'm dying to know what you can do with these handcuffs that are so tight around my wrists." He pulled his hands back over her head, bringing them in front of her face. "Now will you release me? Or do i have to find out if I'm in your naughty books? "Mr Gold chuckled over his quick remark, but his eyes did not have humor in them... just obvious hunger.

Emma shook her head, shaking her hair back into shape. She raised her hands to her head and took off her hat, placing her hand into her blonde locks. She smoothed her hair out slowly, gently stroking down to straighten the static caused from her hat. Emma's eyes locked with Mr. Gold's and he licked his lips. ~Is this turning him on? Is he having lustful thoughts of me? ~ She thought and felt the need to find out.

Emma pulled herself from Mr. Gold's gaze, backing away. She could still feel Mr. Gold's eyes watching her. "Stop watching me, Mr. Gold. It's creeping me out." She said then got out of the car. She reached for his door and opened it. She took a step back so she was behind the door.

She cocked her head to the side and told him to get out, but he wouldn't budge. " Mr. Gold, " She didn't look into the car at him. " Please get out of the car. I need to get some work done. You are keeping me from doing it. "He slid over to the edge of the car seat, then looked up at Emma." Oh Miss Swan, don't be like that," He popped his head out. " Why don't you come in here with me? It's quite comfy," He patted the seat next to him, his smile now showing his teeth. He cocked his head to the side as if to persuade her to join him. "I have all night, Miss Swan." He teased her. Emma sighed, grabbing the back of his jacket and pulling him out the car. "Do I have to treat you like a kid, Gold?" She remarked before slamming the car door with her foot.

In the police office

Emma opened the door for Mr. Gold so they could enter the police station. She pushed him forward and knocked him into her work desk. He paused for a moment before turning around to see Emma taking off her black feathered coat. "Now Mr Gold, stand where you are. I'm going to get your papers for you to sign," She hung her coat onto the peg on the wall.
She left him standing alone in the main office to retrieve the papers from her own. Mr Gold tilted his body to the side, trying not to move as he looked at Emma in her office. He watched her carefully as she leaned over her desk before closed his eyes, trying not to picture having his way with her. That thought was too late as he envisioned Emma leaning over her office desk with nothing but her bra covering her perfect breasts.

The vision began to play in his mind that he brought his cuffed hands forward, picturing Emma's hips in his hands forcing her back and forth onto his hard member. The fantasy was quickly broken when he heard a voice call his name. He opened his eyes to see a confused Emma staring back at him. He coughed, regaining his composure, his lips pulling into a little grin.

"Lost in thought there, Mr. Gold?" Emma said, her words sounding sarcastic. He frowned at her but then quickly smiled. "As a matter of fact, yes Emma. It was indeed pleasantly surprising," he remarked, noticing Emma's eyes went wide with his remark. Mr Gold straightened his body out, feeling the room to quite hot. "Is it me, or is it hot in here?" He shifted his collar, loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He needed some air after that fantasy.

Emma watched him in the process of unbuttoning the button. She noticed him getting frustrated. Quickly she tapped his hand away and reached for the button. Shocked, Gold leaned back. "What are you doing?" He was stunned by her action. Emma sighed, pushing his hands down, and then looked up to his dark brown eyes. They rose to meet Emma's and wrinkles appeared across his forehead. "I'm trying to help you. Don't you want my help? "She asked. Mr. Gold suddenly began to feel sweat all over his body. Her touch on his neck made him shiver and he just wanted to escape from it.

"Miss Swan, "He grabbed her hand."I'm OK. Please don't bother. I'd prefer to undress myself, if I may."He placed his hands in front of her, hoping she would get the message to uncuff him. Emma grabbed his shoulder, moving him away from her desk and guiding him over to the cell. "Sorry, Gold. Not yet, "She reached for the keys, which hung on a ring on her hip. She got the one for the cell and turned the key clockwise.

She opened it and held the cell door open, ushering him inside. "You've got to pay your dues for hurting Mr. French." She said. "Right, "Mr. Gold sighed as he walked through the open cell door. "Hands please, "Emma motioned to the cuffs. She got the key to his cuffs, releasing one then the other. He eyed the tight marks embedded into his skin and started to rub at them. Emma watched him as he rubbed, his eyes darting to her face as she hungrily watched his hands glide over his skin gently.

Emma stepped back, grabbing the door and pushing it closed. She went to lock it but she stopped when his hand touched hers. "Gold, what are you doing?" Her eyes met his. As she looked at him, his eyes devoured hers. He pushed the cell door open as Emma just stood there. He walked forward, but not out of his cell. He stopped when he was close enough, grabbing her by her hips and pulling her close to him. "I'm doing something, I might not want to regret. " He forced lips onto hers, crushing them with his power and thirst. Emma moaned, startled by the kiss. She tried to push him away, but he had grabbed her by the wrists, restraining her. He pulled her closer to him, forcing her hand into his and gripped her fingers tightly within his.

Emma yelled in her mind. This was unlike anything she has ever experienced. Kissing an older guy was strange, but quite delicious. But she knew it was wrong. "Let... me. Go! " Emma pushed Gold forcefully away from her. He nearly fell over but he caught himself. The power of his lips had cut off her air supply and left her gasping for breath. What magic was this? She felt something different than anything she had ever felt from his kiss and it frightened her. "That was out of order!" She yelled as she slammed the cell door on him, locking it quickly before he could catch her.

Mr. Gold reached for the bars, grabbing them and gripping them tightly. He stuck his face between them, "Emma, please. You wanted it too. I could feel it. You yearn for me. "He pleaded." What does it take for you to believe in lo...?"

"Don't mention that word, Gold! " Emma cut him off. "You kissing me was the last straw. Don't you dare do that to me again! "She slammed her hand against the bars to make her point. Emma then sighed hard, turning on her heel and hurried away from him. She slammed her office door, the blinds rattling from the bang she made with it. She placed her face into her hands, swearing through them. She threw her head back, her hair landing heavily onto her back.

She looked out through the window and saw a very distraught Mr Gold, stripping off his shirt and placing it on the floor. He couldn't look away from his chest. All that was left on his body was his black trousers. He did indeed look handsome. Her eyes widened when he saw her looking at him. He turned and looked directly at her. "Shit," She muttered.

She laid her head onto her desk, hiding her features. "Why did he have to do that?" She says in a whispered voice, banging her fist onto the wood. She raised her head once more, slowly. Then her eyes went wide again. He rested his hands on the cell door watching her in her office. His body pressed into the thick metal. Emma shook her head. She stood up and grabbed the wire that connected the window blinds. She pulled on it, the blinds flying down and covering her from Mr. Gold's sight.

"Thank God," She breathed. She sighed in relief but hit the back of her chair. Outside, the clock struck 11pm. So much had happened that day and she just wanted it to be over. Emma slowly took off her boots, flinging them across the room before she rubbed her tired feet. She sat back on her chair, feeling exhausted after everything that happened. Emma slowly yawned, placing her hand to her mouth. She placed a blanket over her lap, and eased her head onto her desk feeling tiredness take over her.

Dozing off into a deep slumber, she couldn't help but think of that kiss with Mr. Gold moments before. She smiled, even though she was angry about how she over-reacted to it. She wanted to apologize to him but figured Mr Gold would be asleep. She shook her head.
Thinking of him made her head hurt. Was she that crazy for him? Her mind drifted into a deep slumber, feeling warmth take over her. She dreamed of Mr. Gold in his cell, alone.

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