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salmon_pink) wrote2014-11-03 09:11 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-11-03 09:11 pm
(Once Upon A Time) Cellular
Title: Cellular
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Killian/Emma
Rating: R
Words: 491
Timeline: Season Four
Notes: Dirty talk/phone sex. Masturbation. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writers_choice, prompt "phone".
“Hey, you answered,” Emma’s voice says when he presses the device to his ear.
Killian rolls his eyes, although he knows she can’t see it through the phone. “I am capable of pressing a button, Swan,” he reminds her.
“The first cell phone we bought you ended up smashed against the wall,” she points out, and he can tell she’s rolling her eyes right back at him.
Okay, she has a point. But somebody had sabotaged that one, so that whenever it rang it was obnoxiously loud and played some awful, childish song about smiling at crocodiles. This new one is better, it simply rings like a tinny bell at a far more respectable volume.
“Did you want something?” he asks, purposely changing the subject. “I thought you were supposed to be at the station.”
“I am,” Emma tells him, and there’s something in her voice, something playful. “David’s popped home to check on Mary Margaret and the baby. I’m here all alone.”
Killian grins at the idea of that. “Looking for some company?”
Emma laughs, sounding husky. “No, I’m good. I thought maybe we could just chat.”
Well, that’s disappointing. But if he can’t see her, talking with her is still good. It really is embarrassing just how infatuated he is with the sound of her voice. “Any particular subject in mind?”
“What are you wearing?” Emma murmurs.
Killian raises his eyebrows, glances down at himself. “The same thing I was wearing when you saw me three hours ago.”
Emma sighs, and he can imagine from the lilt of it that she’s pinching the bridge of her nose. “Killian, I’m trying to introduce you to the concept of phone sex.”
Oh. Well that sounds like it has potential. He sits on the bed, narrowing this eyes thoughtfully. This is foreign territory, to be sure, but he’s always been adaptable. “Fine, what are you wearing?” he tries.
Emma makes a soft noise. “My jeans. A shirt. I was thinking about unbuttoning it.”
“You should do that,” Killian says, voice low.
Another quiet noise. “Okay,” she replies, and he can hear the rustle of fabric as she does what he asks. “What else should I do?”
“The jeans.” Killian pauses, swallows. “You should unbutton them too.”
More rustling. “Tell me more.”
He licks his lips. “Your hand, I want you to slide it under the fabric.”
There’s a wet sound, like Emma’s licking her lips too. “You want me to touch myself?”
“God, yes,” Killian murmurs. He can see it in his mind, her head rolling back, her fingers slipping beneath her panties, already wet for him.
Her moan is quiet, but it still makes him shiver.
“So this is phone sex?” he asks, slightly breathless.
Emma laughs throatily. “I knew you’d like it,” she says. “Now tell me just how you want me to touch myself.”
Killian smirks, closing his eyes to picture her. “Do it slow. And tell me everything.”
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Killian/Emma
Rating: R
Words: 491
Timeline: Season Four
Notes: Dirty talk/phone sex. Masturbation. For
writers_choice, prompt "phone".“Hey, you answered,” Emma’s voice says when he presses the device to his ear.
Killian rolls his eyes, although he knows she can’t see it through the phone. “I am capable of pressing a button, Swan,” he reminds her.
“The first cell phone we bought you ended up smashed against the wall,” she points out, and he can tell she’s rolling her eyes right back at him.
Okay, she has a point. But somebody had sabotaged that one, so that whenever it rang it was obnoxiously loud and played some awful, childish song about smiling at crocodiles. This new one is better, it simply rings like a tinny bell at a far more respectable volume.
“Did you want something?” he asks, purposely changing the subject. “I thought you were supposed to be at the station.”
“I am,” Emma tells him, and there’s something in her voice, something playful. “David’s popped home to check on Mary Margaret and the baby. I’m here all alone.”
Killian grins at the idea of that. “Looking for some company?”
Emma laughs, sounding husky. “No, I’m good. I thought maybe we could just chat.”
Well, that’s disappointing. But if he can’t see her, talking with her is still good. It really is embarrassing just how infatuated he is with the sound of her voice. “Any particular subject in mind?”
“What are you wearing?” Emma murmurs.
Killian raises his eyebrows, glances down at himself. “The same thing I was wearing when you saw me three hours ago.”
Emma sighs, and he can imagine from the lilt of it that she’s pinching the bridge of her nose. “Killian, I’m trying to introduce you to the concept of phone sex.”
Oh. Well that sounds like it has potential. He sits on the bed, narrowing this eyes thoughtfully. This is foreign territory, to be sure, but he’s always been adaptable. “Fine, what are you wearing?” he tries.
Emma makes a soft noise. “My jeans. A shirt. I was thinking about unbuttoning it.”
“You should do that,” Killian says, voice low.
Another quiet noise. “Okay,” she replies, and he can hear the rustle of fabric as she does what he asks. “What else should I do?”
“The jeans.” Killian pauses, swallows. “You should unbutton them too.”
More rustling. “Tell me more.”
He licks his lips. “Your hand, I want you to slide it under the fabric.”
There’s a wet sound, like Emma’s licking her lips too. “You want me to touch myself?”
“God, yes,” Killian murmurs. He can see it in his mind, her head rolling back, her fingers slipping beneath her panties, already wet for him.
Her moan is quiet, but it still makes him shiver.
“So this is phone sex?” he asks, slightly breathless.
Emma laughs throatily. “I knew you’d like it,” she says. “Now tell me just how you want me to touch myself.”
Killian smirks, closing his eyes to picture her. “Do it slow. And tell me everything.”