It’s Good to Have You Close
Alright, @kdanna03, you asked for lunchtime quickie smut between the sheriff and her new deputy, so here you are! I did this quick and dirty (which seemed appropriate), so apologies for any mistakes.
Emma watched, her feet up on her desk, as Killian paced back and forth like an angry panther, his hand resting on his hip and pulling his leather jacket apart while his hook gesticulated wildly. He was interrogating Will Scarlet, who sat slumped in a chair with his wrist handcuffed to it, his large eyebrows parted in such a way as to convey complete and utter innocence.
Innocent or not, he wasn’t about to give himself up, no matter how hard Killian railed him, and Emma watched closely as the furrow between Killian’s brow grew more pronounced. All the lines of his body were taut - the very picture of barely contained fury - as he moved in concise circles, his attention unwavering.
Popping another M&M in her mouth, she watched the scene intently, not wanting to undermine her husband’s authority by interfering. They’d already developed a ‘good cop, bad cop’ routine anyway, and she knew Killian would give her a sign if he required her assistance.
Right now, his back was turned towards her as Will shrugged and made excuses, and Emma watched as Killian’s hand went to the back of his neck, gripping it and then mussing the hair on the back of his head. Then he turned and she caught sight of his jaw clenching hard, the ripple of his muscles discernable even from a distance. Emma felt her pulse tick up a notch.
He was just so….so…angry. And Goddammit if he wasn’t the hottest thing she’d seen since a bad-boy pirate had rocked her world mostly-clad in black leather and eyeliner. Emma bit her lip, half-consciously toying with the top button of her shirt. If only he’d finish lecturing the town thief already and put some of that delicious tension to better use.