Summary: A glimpse into the far future of this
ficlet. Killian is a toxicologist
working out of a university. Emma is a
lawyer. It’s late on a Friday night when
they find themselves getting up to no good.
Warnings: Language, (science) smut
Notes: This was originally meant to be a gift for all of the April birthdays that we have here on tumblr. But considering that it’s now May, let’s just say that, if you like science-y modern AU with a side order of smut, then this story is from me to you.
Emma gazes at the clock as she slouches in Killian’s office
chair. It’s high backed, leather, with
the smooth sort of spin that she’s been just about making herself sick with for
the past hour. She spins, slowly, and
takes a good look around his office. Not
that she hasn’t been in here before. But
in the later hours, when everything’s quiet, no students scuffling up and down
the halls, no staff or faculty demanding his attention…there’s just something
different about it. Warmer, more