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Emma Swan’s eyes rolled back in her head at the pleasure spiking her blood from Killian Jones’ attentions to where her neck met her shoulder. It was so good, she almost lost her train of thought. Which he no doubt intended.
“But, seriously though, Killian,” she tried again, shivering in his arms as he worked his way lower, opening the front of her blouse and kissing the swells of her breasts before suckling a nipple through the fabric of her bra. She inhaled sharply and pulled his hair when he switched to the other, granting it the same attention as the first. “I think they’re hooking up.”
“Mmhmmm, Swan,” he murmured into her skin. “Like we are, love?” he asked, pulling back and looking into her eyes. When she didn’t answer him right away, he raised his eyebrows at her and continued. “If you can manage to articulate anything more eloquent than Yes, Killian or More, Killian or something along those lines, then obviously my efforts are not yet enough to distract you.” He smirked at her before diving back in, pulling down the cup of her bra and drawing her nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth.
Emma moaned while Killian proceeded to lavish attention on her breasts, then fell to his knees in front of her and lifted her skirt to her waist before blowing his warm breath on her covered center. Leaving a hard kiss on her swollen nub, he rose to his feet and slid her panties to the side, pushing one finger into her core, causing her to bite her lower lip in an effort to keep her cry at least somewhat contained. That thought was entirely moot, however, when he added a second and then a third finger to her heat. She rode his fingers as soft cries of ecstasy fell from her lips, all while he whispered pure filth in her ear.
“You are so gorgeous when you come, Swan,” he murmured in between open mouth kisses to her pulse point. Her walls began to flutter around his fingers and he redoubled his efforts to push her over the edge. “Come for me, darling.” Killian captured her lips with his own, swallowing her cry as she fell, shivering in his arms.
Emma pulled back and gave him another quick peck on the lips before meeting his blazing blue gaze. He chased her lips but she pulled further back with a smirk of amusement.
“Don’t worry,” she assured him, “We’re not done yet.” Her fingers went to work on his belt and zipper, her hands reaching inside his pants and stroking his hardened length, his face wrecked as she continued her ministrations. Pushing down his pants and boxer briefs, she hooked her leg around his hip and ground against him, coating him in her juices.
Killian moaned as he grabbed her hips, stilling her, and lined himself up. A groan of pleasure escaped him as he slid in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. He turned toward the door of the supply room and braced her against it, her legs wrapped around his hips. She buried her fingers in his hair and drew his face to hers, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
Tongues dueled and hands roamed as he set a strong and steady pace. He reached down to flick her hardened nub leaving goosebumps along her torso in his wake. She fell a second time, her fluttering walls triggering his own climax. He held her tightly and tenderly kissed along the column of her throat, allowing their heartbeats to slow.
Emma felt his loss acutely when he slipped from her and lowered her to the floor. She caught his gaze, his eyes just as blown as she was sure hers were. It was always like this. Each time better than the last. She knew that if she thought too much about it, she’d likely begin to see the pattern they were setting and realize this thing they had going was way more than just colleagues hooking up in any available empty room at their office. But that was neither here nor there. She didn’t think too much about it and so she didn’t need to worry about getting her heart involved with this thing she had going on with her co-anchor. She’d made a promise to herself several years ago to never risk her heart again.
But now that they were both dressed and definitely not sporting that freshly fucked look, she could talk to him about what she’d dragged him into the supply room for in the first place.
“Ok,” she began, “not that I’m complaining, but that wasn’t why I pulled you in here, Killian.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her salaciously. “Oh, really, Swan? Could have fooled me.”
She slapped his shoulder lightly and rolled her eyes at him. “Really,” she said.
His countenance turned abruptly serious. “What is it then, Swan?”
“David and Mary Margaret,” she said. “I think they’re hooking up.”
“Hmmm. You did mention that,” he mused. “What makes you think so?”
“M’s has been mooning over David forever,” she informed him, “and now all of a sudden, in the last few weeks, it seems like she doesn’t want to have anything to do with him. When he enters a room, she leaves. If she can’t leave, she won’t look at him unless she has to. And when she has to,” she continued, impassionately, “she never does it for long and kinda squirms and blushes.”
“Certainly suggestive,” he agreed with her, “But what business is it of ours? I mean, we’re keeping our own liaisons secret. Why can’t they?”
Emma rolled her eyes at him. “Because ours are just hookups, Jones.” She didn’t notice the way his face fell a bit at her statement. “They don’t mean anything. Theirs, on the other hand…”
Killian pushed the disappointment he felt to the back of his mind. It was no more than what he expected. “So you’re wanting confirmation because…” He raised his eyebrows at her speculatively.
Emma’s face turned pensive. “She’s one of my best friends. I just want to see her happy.”
Killian grabbed her by the hand and drew her into the circle of his arms. “I understand. But maybe letting them alone and allowing them to figure things out and tell us in their own time is a better idea.” He couldn’t help but hope that Emma would catch his double meaning and take it to heart. He was head over heels for this woman and would do anything to make her see that, if he didn’t think it would send her running for the hills. “I feel the same way about David, and given how long he’s been mooning over her as well, I think he’d- they’d- appreciate the time and space to enjoy the newness for a bit before we start hounding them about it.”
Emma’s shoulders drooped and her lips fell into a pout. “I guess I can see your point.” She paused briefly. “But…” He shushed her with a finger to her lips.
“No ‘buts’, Swan,” he admonished her gently. “Leave them alone. They’ll tell us when they’re ready.” Killian sighed internally. He fervently wished the same could be said for himself and Emma. He was in this for the long haul, after all.
The look in Killian’s eyes was making her uncomfortable and she pulled away from his embrace. “I should… get back,” she said, looking anywhere but at him. “Wait five minutes. Go to the bathroom… or something.”
“As you wish, Swan,” he murmured, making her turn back to him questioningly before opening the door and slipping into the hallway outside.
As soon as she shut the door behind her, furious barking reached her ears, making her jump. She was suddenly nearly bowled over by a fluffy ball of fur and attacked by a slobbery tongue before she could even think of mounting any type of defense. She laughed and buried her hands in the soft fur of his scruff.
“Down, Wilby,” she cried through her laughter. She saw David coming down the hall and turned playfully annoyed eyes on her friend. “What’s he doing here anyway, David?” she asked, still trying to get the dog off of her.
“Doggie Day Care is closed this week for vacation,” he said easily, walking toward her. “Come on, Wilby. Get down,” he directed his words to the dog. Wilby sat obediently at Emma’s feet, but as soon as he did, he started nosing at her skirt.
“What are you doing, Wilby?” Emma laughed nervously, trying to push his nose away from her.
“Huh,” David huffed. “That’s funny. The only time he does that with me is when I’ve been…” He trailed away as Emma narrowed her eyes at him speculatively. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, clearing his throat nervously. “Come on, Wilby. We need to get to the studio.” He reached down and grabbed Wilby’s leash, muttering, “See you later, Emma.”
“Sure, David.” Emma walked in the opposite direction from her lead cameraman. A few minutes later, the supply room door opened again and Killian Jones’ head poked out and looked around before he stepped out and headed toward the newsroom.
Across the hall, Ruby Lucas emerged from the shadowy control room of the studio where she’d borne witness to all the comings and goings of her colleagues while beginning her work of preparing the teleprompter for the evening’s newscast. Her face broke into a delighted grin as a devious plan began to take shape in her mind. Turning back to the shadows she crossed to her desk with a chuckle, sat down, and began to type.
~*~*~
Mary Margaret gasped as David licked and laved at her breasts. She held tightly to the back of his head, holding him to her as the exquisite torture pushed her higher and higher. She sat on the counter next to the sink, her legs spread giving David plenty of room to stroke her center before he slid a long finger into her heat. If she wasn’t so close, she’d be embarrassed at how quickly David had managed to rile her up. They couldn’t have been in the bathroom more than a few minutes.
She pulled his head back up to her and kissed him hungrily. “I need you inside me, David,” she breathed against his lips.
Their hands fumbled over each other as they both went to work on his belt buckle. Mary Margaret slapped his hands away and finally got his belt off and pants opened. She reached inside and began stroking David firmly, making him groan in pleasure. His forehead fell to hers and she felt a shiver of feminine pride at the wrecked look on his face that she had put there.
Her hips bucked into his involuntarily as he continued to stroke her before lining himself up and plunging into her depths. A strangled cry of ecstasy burst from her lips as she fell apart.
Mary Margaret clung to him as David set a steady pace. The strength she found when she ran her hands possessively over his back, thrilled her to no end. Reaching down, she clutched at his ass, urging him to take her harder and faster.
“God, you feel so good, M’s,” David moaned. “Love to feel you all around me.”
“Oh, me too, David,” she cried. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his strokes became unsteady.
David’s climax burst from him with a groan of replete satisfaction. Capturing the lips of the woman he loved, he stilled as his release pumped into her depths. Dropping his forehead to hers, their ragged breaths mingled as they clung to each other in the aftermath.
“I almost gave us away this morning, darling,” he breathed into her ear.
“What?” Mary Margaret pulled back from him, her brow furrowed in question.
“When I came in, I ran into Emma coming out of the supply room,” he explained. “Wilby was all over her, as usual, but after he got down, he was nosing at her skirt, just like he does with us after we’ve…” he trailed away with a flirtatious grin.
Mary Margaret cut her eyes to the side with a shy smile, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks.
“I stopped myself though,” he rushed to assure her. “I don’t think she caught it. But I wonder why Wilby was doing that to her? I mean, we all know she’s not with anyone. She limits her escapades to the weekend.”
Mary Margaret’s eyes turned speculative, thinking back over the past month or so. Emma seemed happier overall. Smiling more, humming when she didn’t know anyone was nearby. Even her wardrobe had changed a bit. It was still as professional as needed for the co-anchor of the highest rated newscast in the city, but the materials were softer, the colors a bit brighter than the dark and somber colors she’d favored for so long when she’d been promoted to her current position.
“Maybe,” she mused. “But maybe not. We need to keep our eyes open, David.”
“Okay,” he agreed, confusion coloring his face as he looked at her.
Mary Margaret got down from the sink and looked around for her panties. She found them on the other side of the toilet where David had tossed them in his haste. Once she got them on, she smoothed her skirt down and started buttoning her blouse again.
“But for now,” she looked up at him, her producer’s hat firmly back in place, “we need to get back out there before someone misses us.” She raised up on her toes and kissed him gently, making him smile like a lovesick schoolboy.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’ll see you out there.”
She slipped out the door and David just stared after her briefly, wondering how he’d ever landed this woman he’d lost his head over when she started at the studio almost two years before. He shook himself out of his reverie and thanked God above that he’d finally gotten himself together enough to ask her out about a month before. The days, and nights, since then had all been a blur as they spent every waking moment they could together, all while trying to keep their new relationship under wraps at the studio. Neither of them were quite ready for the ribbing they were sure to get from their colleagues once that cat was out of the bag.
So far, so good, David thought as he opened the door of the family restroom and emerged into the hallway. He jumped a mile when the door to the ladies restroom right next to his opened at the same time and Ruby walked out. She smiled when she saw him, but then her forehead wrinkled in question.
“What are you doing in there, David?”
“Uhh…” David racked his brain. He couldn’t think of anything to say to Ruby in explanation. “The urinals were clogged!” he exclaimed in a burst of inspiration, smiling proudly at his quick thinking.
Ruby nodded slowly. “The urinals were clogged,” she repeated.
“Yes,” David assured her decisively.
“Okay,” she said. A wolfish grin broke over her face and her eyes gleamed as she turned and walked away. “I’ll see you later, David.”
“Bye, Ruby.”
~*~*~
Ten minutes into the evening newscast, Killian Jones knew something was going on. Every story he and Emma had reported on contained the words “hook up.” One or maybe two stories could be written off as coincidence. But eight? In a row? Ruby was in charge of the teleprompter and she had no compunction whatsoever about pranking someone while on the air.
But why this?
And why them?
Killian really didn’t want to consider the possibility that Ruby may have somehow found out about him and Emma, but as the news continued, he was starting to see little alternative.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Killian could see the lines around Emma’s mouth tighten when she smiled, even as her eyes flashed with irritation. He doubted anyone else noticed, but he prided himself just a bit on being able to read his Swan, and he knew she had also seen the pattern and was anxious to finish their portion of the newscast.
Killian glanced around the studio at his friends and colleagues. Varying degrees of questioning glances were being thrown around between Mary Margaret, Graham, Victor, and Ariel. Wilby sat obediently at his master’s feet under the main camera, just as happy as a clam, tongue hanging out and tail wagging. Killian found it curious that David had never looked up from his camera and so had missed all the unspoken communication going on around him.
As soon as they broke for a commercial, Emma ripped her mic off and stormed out of the studio. She was gonna have words with Ruby and she wasn’t going to wait until the newscast was over to do it. She was vaguely aware of the others trailing after her as she stomped her way down the hall to the control room where she knew she’d find the rogue saboteur.
“What the hell, Ruby?” she shouted, pushing her way into the darkened room. She looked up at the monitors of the studio seeing only one camera on, focused on their weather forecaster, Ariel. The other cameras were dark. She looked behind her to see Killian, Mary Margaret, Graham, and David followed by Wilby, just arriving in the room with her. Wilby immediately started making the rounds of everyone in the room, but Emma was too incensed to notice the dog sniffing at all of them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Ruby threw her head back laughing, even as Wilby moved to her and sniffed at her lap. She straightened back up and buried her hand in Wilby’s scruff as she glanced at Graham whose face resembled a ripe tomato. “Oh, come on, babe. It’s not like it’s a big secret.”
The rest of the group's collective jaw dropped as they all looked back and forth between Ruby and Graham. Ruby cackled loudly again.
“Seriously?” she asked. “Are y’all shittin’ me? You are a bunch of dumbasses if you really didn’t know Graham and I have been together for MONTHS!” She threw her head back in laughter again.
Moments later, Ruby stopped and bent over to where Wilby sat in between her and the rest of the crew. Killian couldn’t stop his smirk when Ruby started crooning to him like she was talking to a baby.
“How can any of these idiots expect to keep a secret like that when we have this canine cum sniffer hanging around?” she asked before kissing him on the nose. Wilby just sat in front of her, wagging his tail.
“Y- y- you,” Emma sputtered, still indignant. She looked around at all of her colleagues. “You? And you? And you, too? Are you serious?” She pointed at each of them in turn, her voice rising higher and higher in shock. She looked back at Ruby again. “And you figured it out all because of Wilby?”
Emma looked around the small room again. Killian was scratching behind his ear, his face nearly as red as the suit he wore. David and Mary Margaret were looking at each other with soft smiles on both their faces. Emma had to fight hard to keep from rolling her eyes. She may have been right, but the heart eyes between them were slapping her in the face, and she didn’t appreciate it one bit. Graham had the appearance of a smitten puppy dog as he looked at Ruby.
Emma’s heart melted just a bit as she looked back and forth between the other two couples. These were her friends. They were her family. Seeing them in love like this should have made her happy, but it only brought home to her how alone she really was.
She looked at Killian. His cheeks were still flushed, and he looked at her like she was the only thing in the room. The only thing worth looking at in the room. His eyes were blazing with blue fire and she couldn’t cope with what she saw there- faithfulness, hope, love.
Nope, nope, nope. She was so not dealing with this right now. She pushed through the group and ran for the ladies room across the hall. It occurred to her suddenly that Ruby must have seen them go in or leave the supply room next to the restrooms earlier today, and then with Wilby’s behavior, she put two and two together. Or rather, one plus one plus one- her, Killian, and Wilby.
Moments after she entered the restroom, the door opened and Mary Margaret stepped in. Emma turned toward her with a pleading look on her face.
“Don’t, M’s,” she begged. “Please. I can’t.”
The lovesick heart eyes she’d seen earlier were gone, replaced by a depth of understanding and compassion that made Emma want to weep. Mary Margaret moved toward her and wrapped her in a hug that she was helpless to do anything but return.
“Emma,” she crooned as a tear slipped down Emma’s cheek. “Not every man is Neal. Think about it,” she urged, pulling away and looking her in the eyes. “When has Killian ever lied to you? When has he ever tried to manipulate you? When has he ever been condescending to you?”
“Never,” she whispered, wiping away her tears.
“That’s right,” she agreed. “You know him. You’ve been friends for years now. If there’s a man out there that’s more honorable than Killian Jones, I’d have to see it to believe it. He’s not going to hurt you, Emma.”
“But what if I’m too broken for a real relationship?” she asked, still in a whisper. “What if I hurt him?”
Mary Margaret shook her head. “You are not too broken for a real relationship, Emma. That man is crazy about you. It was written all over his face in there. You can be happy with him. I know it. Love is a part of all happiness. You just have to be brave enough to reach out for it.” She smiled softly. “Love is worth it, Emma.” Mary Margaret paused and looked at her like the mom friend she was to everyone she knew, just wanting those she loved to be happy. “And as far as your second question is concerned, he’s a big boy,” she assured her. “He knows the risks of entering into a relationship with someone. With anyone. And he obviously thinks you are worth the risk.”
More tears gathered, and Emma wiped them away before they could fall.
“Do you really think so?”
Mary Margaret beamed. “No, I don’t think so, I know so. Now let’s go finish this newscast and then you go talk to that man.”
Emma nodded and wiped at her eyes one more time before leaving the restroom and making her way to her locker to touch up her makeup before going back to the studio. By the time she got there, Killian, David, and Graham were already in their places and Victor was just finishing up the sports report.
Killian smiled gently at her as she mic'd up. She returned it just as David’s camera turned on them and she plastered on a brilliant smile.
“Thank you for joining us this evening. I’m Emma Swan..”
“And I’m Killian Jones, and we’ll see you again tonight for the ten 0’clock report.”
“And, camera off,” Mary Margaret said. She shot a meaningful look at Emma as everyone removed their mics and headed out of the studio.
Once the room was empty, Killian turned to Emma and lifted his hand to her face, running his knuckles along her cheek bone.
“Are you alright, love?”
Her eyes were bright with unshed tears and Killian wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and promise that nothing would ever hurt her again.
She grabbed his wrist and looked into his eyes. He could lose himself forever in her jeweled gaze with nary a whimper in protest.
“I… I will be,” she murmured.
“I’m sorry everything came out like this,” he apologized softly. “I know you wanted to keep things secret.”
“I think Ruby must have seen something this morning and figured it out from there.”
Killian nodded.
“So what now?” he asked.
The naked vulnerability in her eyes nearly took his breath away and he could only pray that what he believed he saw in her gaze was accurate. But he also knew she’d have a hard time expressing her thoughts and feelings in words.
“I’m willing to do whatever you want, Swan,” he said, taking her other hand in his own. “I’m in this for the long haul.”
“Really?” she asked, trepidation filling her gaze.
“Really,” he assured her. “You are the most amazing and wondrous woman I’ve ever met. It would be a privilege to court you as a lady like yourself deserves.”
Emma’s lips lifted slightly in a sideways smile. “Noone talks that way anymore, you know.”
Killian smirked back at her. “I do,” he replied, his eyebrows waggling. “So what do you say, Swan? May I escort you to dinner tonight?”
She glanced up at him and tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing him toward her for a kiss.
The kiss quickly turned passionate as Killian got lost in the sensations she was provoking in him. He pulled away, breathing heavily, before things careened out of control in the middle of the studio.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked, smiling widely.
“Shall I spell it out for you, Killian?” she replied. “Yes, you may escort me to dinner tonight.” Her eyes captured his and he could see the desire swirling in their depths. “But first…”
Killian grinned salaciously. “First…?” he purred.
“Now that Wilby’s gone for the day.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Meet me in the family bathroom.”
He pulled back, surprised. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait until after dinner? Maybe go to my apartment before we have to be back? A bed would be more comfortable than a bathroom sink or supply room door.”
She smirked at him and ran her hand along his already half hard shaft. “We can definitely go back to your apartment later, but I need you now. And besides, it doesn’t really feel like you want to wait for later, either.”
“You are correct about that, Swan. Very well, then. As you wish.” He surged toward her, grabbed her around the waist, and hoisted her over his shoulder. The squeal that burst out of her at his action had him grinning with delight as he moved quickly towards the door of the studio. He slapped her ass, looking both ways down the corridor to be sure they were alone, before running across the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, he deposited her on the counter and pounced.
Emma was secretly thrilled at Killian’s possessive behavior. She briefly thought back to Mary Margaret’s words earlier about the difference between Killian and the only other romantic relationship she’d ever had. Emma knew Killian well enough to understand that this wasn’t the selfish urge to own and control her, that she was all too familiar with, but instead came out of a place of tenderness, honor, and protective instincts for someone who was loved and cherished.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked into him, delighting in his wrecked moan that she eagerly swallowed down. Reaching for his belt buckle, she gasped when he latched onto her skin just under the edge of her blouse over her collar bone.
“Don’t you dare leave a hickey, Jones,” she chided without any real heat.
He pulled back abruptly and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Not where it can be seen anyway,” he cheeked. He dove back in, picking up right where he’d left off, and Emma’s head fell back as she lost herself to his ministrations. Killian’s touch was setting her on fire and she knew she was only moments away from that precipice that he never had any trouble getting her to multiple times whenever they were together. His lips met hers again in a hungry kiss as he reached under her skirt and jerked at her soaked panties. She felt rather than heard the rip of the delicate material over the gasps and moans of pleasure coming from them both.
She pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide in stunned surprise.
“Oops,” he said, not looking the least apologetic. He held up the ruined silk and tucked it into his pants pocket. “Now you’ll have to go to dinner and do the late report without any knickers. How ever will I make it through the evening knowing that?”
Emma laughed. “Should have thought of that before you did it, Jones. Now get inside me.”
“As you wish, Swan.” He shoved his pants and boxer briefs down and lined himself up before pushing into her heated core.
He would never get enough of this. Not as long as he lived. Fully seated within his love, he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back into her. The evening had been a rollercoaster ride for sure, but now, in this moment, he was determined to show her how much she meant to him and how much he wanted to be with her. He knew she’d been badly burned in the past, and while he didn’t know any details, he was quite aware of the blessing and privilege she was granting him in allowing him into her life on a more personal level than he’d yet enjoyed. He vowed to himself that he’d never make her regret letting him in.
He made love to her slowly, passionately, holding her close when she came the first time, until finally the tension was just too much to resist any longer. His strokes became harder, more purposeful as he pushed them both toward completion.
“Come with me, Swan,” he begged, reaching in between them and circling her clit with his thumb.
“Yes, Killian, YES!” she cried, falling apart in his arms.
He captured her lips with his own as his release filled her. “God, I love you, Swan,” he murmured against her mouth. She pulled back from him again, her entire face pale in surprise. He placed a finger over her lips before she could speak. “And I’m not saying that to get you to say or do anything, Emma. I’m simply telling you the truth. I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.”
Emma searched his too blue eyes as her heart thundered and her thoughts swirled in turmoil. She knew he spoke the truth just as she knew she could trust him with her heart. All the things she’d ever searched for, she found in his cerulean gaze - trust, steadfastness, faith, love, home. He was her home and it was time to openly trust him and let him know it.
“I love you, too, Killian.” She placed her finger on his lips now to keep him from speaking. “And I’m not saying that because of what you just said. I’m simply telling you the truth. The truth I know I can trust you with.”
The grin that broke over his face at her words rivaled the sun and the kiss they now shared was filled with all the love and promise of the glorious future before them. All because of Wilby, the tell-tale mutt.
The end