Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due

And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you...
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Emma Swan snapped.

Maybe it was the winking. Maybe it was the Lady Swan comments. Maybe it was the fact that it seemed that his shirts were buttoned less and less with each day that passed. Maybe it was that she kept looking around for him as days passed in Storybrooke and he simply wasn't there.

Ultimately, she didn't care what it was that pushed her over the edge, but she had had enough.

"Sit." Emma growled, roughly dragging Killian inside the Sherrif's station and then pushing him into a chair near the jail cells.

"Now, love. I know that it's been a rough couple of days, but if you want to touch me all you have to do is ask." Killian told her with his usual smirk as Emma stomped to the front door of the station and locked it with a resounding click. She stopped at her desk drawer, on her way back to him, pulling out Killian's black scarf and a pair of handcuffs.

Killian's eyes widened at the items in her hands as she drew closer. "Wait a tic, now, lass. I've been on my best behavior since we have arrived back from Neverland. As I know, you are rather fond of tying me up..."

"Shut up." Emma said she quickly grabbed his right wrist and wrapped his black scarf around it a few times before quickly and securely snapping the hand cuff around it. She then took the other cuff and snapped it around one of the jail cell bars, stretching his lean, muscular arm behind his body.

She could hear her pulse pounding in her ears as she took a second, stepping back to survey her handiwork. For good measure, she took his other arm and slid the hook into one of the links on the hand cuffs. Not a permanent thing, but she made her point.

"There." Emma whispered, finally making direct eye contact with Killian as she stepped closer and swung one leg over his body and straddled his lap. His jaw was tightly locked, eyes dilated with only the faintest hint of bright blue showing. He wisely kept his mouth shut and looked to her. "I've been waiting, oh so patiently for you."

"Aye now?" He murmured stone still, trying not to move, trying not to have his body betray his wildly rampaging thoughts. He didn't want to scare Emma off by jumping the gun too soon, he didn't want to give in to the blossoming bits of hope in his heart.

"Yes." Emma ground out in frustration, her body moving even closer to his, her lips sliding down his neck. "You promised me something." She gently bit down, sucking for a brief moment before continuing. "I've been going out of my mind for you, Killian. Waiting." Her tongue swirled gently around the bite as she continued to move her lips down his open collar. "You promised when we returned to Storybrooke that the fun would begin." She leaned back briefly, her determined eyes searching his heavy-lidded ones.

"Aye." Killian breathed. "And I'd have to say, this is quite fun."

Emma rolled her eyes before she crushed her mouth to his. She furiously slid her tongue against his, tasting and teasing, pushing and finally taking what she had wanted for so damn long before breaking the kiss and considering him again. "But, I had to take charge." She told him breathlessly as Killian groaned from the loss. She couldn't help but trail her lips back down to his neck at his moan.

"I've had so many damn dirty thoughts this week, waiting for you." She whispered against his neck. "And I just couldn't take it anymore. Waiting for you to make the first move." Emma slowly dragged her mouth up and over to his ear, gently nipping the lobe with her teeth.

"Well, far be it that I'm protesting here, love. But are you certain that Deputy Charming won't be stopping by? I'm rather partial to my bits where they are." Killian rasped as Emma eagerly ran her hands over his chest, feverishly working the buttons of his clothing off.

"The extra fun is the chance of being caught." Emma grinned as she slipped her hands inside Killian's shirt and tweeked a nipple, laughing slightly as Killian bit back his moan. "Now, you promised fun. I'm taking you up on your offer."

With that she tantalizingly rotated her hips on his lap, grinding herself against his impressive erection and enjoyed the flickerings of open want and need that blazed across his features and how he knee-jerkingly pulled on his arms against his cuffs in an attempt to pull her closer.

Honestly, looking back on the moment, Emma had no idea where she was able to pull the either sex kitten act from. Months of flirting and teasing by the devastatingly handsome pirate had finally pushed her to the limit.

She continued to grind herself shamelessly against him, hands roaming all over his finely sculpted chest as she was very content to let herself go, indulge in something that had tempted her from the beginning. "Besides, were you buttoning less buttons on your shirts on fucking purpose? God damn it, I almost had to arrest myself for the temptation of ripping your clothes off in public."

Chuckling, Killian slipped his hook arm free to move it under her ass and shift her closer, guide his lips over hers, claiming her, his tongue expertly sliding against hers. "Aye." He whispered, taking advantage of his brief distraction to bring his lips down to the pulse point at her neck and nip it carefully with his teeth. "Always knew that my Swan was a bright lass." He told her between bites as Emma couldn't help but moan and arch her head back to grant him better access.

While Emma enjoyed Killian's very skilled lips working at her neck and down her shirt, she knew she didn't want him to turn the tides on her. This was her seduction, her fun, damn it! She ran her hands into his dark hair and reclaimed his lips in a greedy, passionate kiss for a moment before unwinding her legs from his side and carefully moved off his lap.

Killian moaned at the brief loss of contact before his eyes locked in hers as she evilly grinned and started undoing the laces of his black leather pants. His eyes burned with intensity as he watched her careful fingers maneuver the laces and gently brush against him with a slow, maddening strokes.

"Ah, love..." He moaned as she worked her hands against him through his pants. "Untie me, so I can properly..." His hook arm cast about, attempting to pull her back up to him. "It's just bad form... Selfish of me..."

"No." Emma replied, her face lighting up in a smile. "This is my fun, my payback for you avoiding me, and for that comment about fucking Tinkerbell."

Killian returned her grin, the roguish smirk she adored gracing his handsome face. "Ah, but my Swan knew that wasn't true."

"I still think some punishment is in order." Emma breathed as she slid her fingers around his warm, thick length and lifted him free of his pants. She slid her fingers around his shaft up and down with agonizing deliberation, completely enjoying the look of pleasure on Killian's face. His breath started to come in small pants.

"You have no idea how long..." He murmured, as she continued to slide her hand up and down, watching his face the entire time.

"I think I do." Emma replied. "Probably as long as I wanted to do this." She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip, completely enjoying the long guttural moan that escaped from Killian. She couldn't even believe that she was really here, really doing this. All those nights in Neverland, so close, but then again so damn far thanks to that little bastard Pan. The one thing that would get her mind off of Henry, or her father, or Pan was the fantasy of rolling over and having her way with the man who was standing watch next to her. She couldn't even consider how impossibly aching and wet she was, or lest she lose her focus at her task, which was quite literally at hand.

Watching Killian come completely undone above her while she teased the hell out of him was currently her number one item listed under the "Quite Official Emma Swan List of Fun."

"But, come back up here love. You don't have to..." He called out, trying again to sway Emma from her task.

A quick swirl of her tongue around his tip, carefully collecting the drip of pre-cum, changed Killian's pleas. His hook went from half-heartededly tugging at her shirt to resting on her shoulder. Emma inwardly smiled and continued to swirl her tongue around his magnificently hard cock as she gripped his thighs with her hands. Maybe different things were expected in ye ol' Enchanted Forest, but she was enjoying herself damn it.

Emma kept her pace slow and tortuously steady, never quite sending Killian over the edge the few times he attempted to speed up her movements. After a few more tense minutes of Emma continuing to move her lips and tongue around and around, her free hand firmly grabbing his base and stroking to add to his pleasure.

"Ah lass, love, dear Emma... You can't torture a man like this." Killian grunted out suddenly, his arm still trying to pull her up towards him again.

Emma leaned slightly back on her heels and made eye contact with him. She winked and slowly licked him from base to tip and smirked when Killian's eyes fluttered closed. "Stop complaining Hook." She told him softly as she closed her mouth around him yet again and finally sped up her movements.

He had to no chance at recovering, because if Emma Swan set her mind to it, it was going to get done and Emma had set her mind to blowing Killian until his brains practically leaked out his ears. At the rate she slipped up and down his shaft, it wasn't going to take very long.

In fact, mere moments later, Killian's body tensed and with an unbelievably sexy groan as he reached his climax. Emma couldn't help but grin as she slipped off him, gently rearranged him and stood up. She completely, thoroughly, 100% adored the look of a post-orgasm Killian Jones, slumped in the chair, his head tilted back in bliss. It was worth ignoring the aching throb that had settled in between her thighs, aching for his return touch.

"Bless you, Swan." He quietly rasped out, still unmoving as Emma bit back a laugh at her handiwork. There was nothing better than utterly devastating someone with your mouth, she mused. Emma leaned over him to unlock his good arm from the handcuff. He happily looped both his arms around her as she settled back down in his lap.

Emma smiled as she wove her fingers in his thick hair. "Now, Hook." She told him pointedly. "I'll be waiting for my fun to begin."

"Oh lass." Killian breathed as he gently covered his lips against hers. "Turnabout is fair play."

Emma opened her mouth to reply, when suddenly the rattling of the front door, rang out through the station. Quickly, they both sprang apart, straightening clothing, smoothing down hair, and tightening a pair of leather pants in an attempt to look slightly more presentable and not the pair of horny teenagers they truly resembled.

"Emma?" David called out moments later as he strolled into the station, holding a lunch bag from Granny's. "Why was the front door locked?"

"Oh, hi David. I was just teaching Hook a few things about our modern day world." Emma breezily replied and pulled Killian towards the exit with her. "In fact, our next stop is driving lessons in the bug. See ya later!"

David watched the pair zip out the door, a confused look on his face. He then turned and spied the chair placed next to the jail cell, with one end of the handcuffs still dangling from the bars. He rolled his eyes heaven-ward, counted to fifty, then called Mary-Margaret on his cell phone.

"You owe me twenty bucks. It's Hook."