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salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-14 12:28 am
salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-14 12:28 am
(Once Upon A Time) Tankards And Teasing
Title: Tankards And Teasing
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Hook/Emma
Rating: R
Words: 476
Notes: Public sex. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writers_choice, prompt "trouble".
Granny’s diner may not have the ale-soaked charm of the taverns Killian’s used to, but he’s grown fond of it all the same. Seems that no matter what land he may wind up in, more often than not there’s a local drinking house full of the usual combination of friendly and angry faces. Makes him feel right at home.
And just like every drinking house he’s ever been to, tavern and diner alike, he’s drunk and in trouble.
The trouble this time goes by the name of Emma Swan.
He swallows tightly, glancing over to his left. Emma’s smiling easily as she talks, her cheeks a little flushed with good whiskey and better company. She doesn’t look back at Killian, too caught up in her conversation with Belle, and for all appearances she seems casual and innocent.
She’ll be the death of him, this one. He means it more and more every time he says it.
Because her hand is high up on this thigh, fingers slipping down between his legs to dig into the flesh of his inner thigh through the leather. Knuckles nudging up against his crotch, and Killian finished his beer what feels like an age ago, but there’s no way he can stand up to fetch another one without everyone there seeing just how affected he is by Emma’s touch.
He is embarrassingly turned-on right now, and the evening keeps stretching on before him with no reprieve in sight. And worst of all, every time he fidgets this little twitch of amusement appears at the corner of Emma’s mouth, and she starts touching him even harder, even more purposefully.
She’s enjoying tormenting him and, God help him, Killian loves every second of it.
If course, they haven’t gone completely unnoticed. Charming’s thrown him a few suspicious looks, although Snow is apparently doing her best to keep him distracted. Although that’s probably not the blessing it seems to be, because she’s far more terrifying than her husband, and Killian’s not looking forward to the next time she corners him without witnesses.
But none of that is enough to convince him to make Emma stop.
He can’t even reciprocate, because she’s on his left side, and it’s rather a challenge to get handsy using a hook. Of course, that’s no doubt on purpose, she’s got a sharp and tricky mind like that. It’s one of the many reasons he’s so damn smitten with her.
He’ll be having his revenge when they’re finally alone. He fully intends to spend the entire night making her moan his name, her legs tight around his body and the taste of her on his tongue. But for now, all he can do is wait, aroused and aching, and try to plan how to hell he can escape the diner without all of Storybrooke noticing the tenting of his trousers.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Hook/Emma
Rating: R
Words: 476
Notes: Public sex. For
writers_choice, prompt "trouble".Granny’s diner may not have the ale-soaked charm of the taverns Killian’s used to, but he’s grown fond of it all the same. Seems that no matter what land he may wind up in, more often than not there’s a local drinking house full of the usual combination of friendly and angry faces. Makes him feel right at home.
And just like every drinking house he’s ever been to, tavern and diner alike, he’s drunk and in trouble.
The trouble this time goes by the name of Emma Swan.
He swallows tightly, glancing over to his left. Emma’s smiling easily as she talks, her cheeks a little flushed with good whiskey and better company. She doesn’t look back at Killian, too caught up in her conversation with Belle, and for all appearances she seems casual and innocent.
She’ll be the death of him, this one. He means it more and more every time he says it.
Because her hand is high up on this thigh, fingers slipping down between his legs to dig into the flesh of his inner thigh through the leather. Knuckles nudging up against his crotch, and Killian finished his beer what feels like an age ago, but there’s no way he can stand up to fetch another one without everyone there seeing just how affected he is by Emma’s touch.
He is embarrassingly turned-on right now, and the evening keeps stretching on before him with no reprieve in sight. And worst of all, every time he fidgets this little twitch of amusement appears at the corner of Emma’s mouth, and she starts touching him even harder, even more purposefully.
She’s enjoying tormenting him and, God help him, Killian loves every second of it.
If course, they haven’t gone completely unnoticed. Charming’s thrown him a few suspicious looks, although Snow is apparently doing her best to keep him distracted. Although that’s probably not the blessing it seems to be, because she’s far more terrifying than her husband, and Killian’s not looking forward to the next time she corners him without witnesses.
But none of that is enough to convince him to make Emma stop.
He can’t even reciprocate, because she’s on his left side, and it’s rather a challenge to get handsy using a hook. Of course, that’s no doubt on purpose, she’s got a sharp and tricky mind like that. It’s one of the many reasons he’s so damn smitten with her.
He’ll be having his revenge when they’re finally alone. He fully intends to spend the entire night making her moan his name, her legs tight around his body and the taste of her on his tongue. But for now, all he can do is wait, aroused and aching, and try to plan how to hell he can escape the diner without all of Storybrooke noticing the tenting of his trousers.