ONCE One Shots

Sheriff and Deputy

Rated- PG 13

Tease- Emma and Killian have one rule for work: no fooling around. Can they stick to it?

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Emma returns to the car with 2 coffees in her hands. Killian rolls down the window of the yellow bug, and Emma passes him a cup, like they do every day before heading to work. She makes her way around to the drivers side and sits down.

"Thank you love," Killian says, kissing her cheek in appreciation. Emma can never hold back her smile when he does that. She loves the way his scruff and soft lips combine in the simplest way. Killian can't help but put his hand on her chin, and turn her face gently so she's looking at him. Her lips part lightly and he takes that as a chance to connect their lips. He pushes his lips hard against hers, and Emma sighs gratefully before pulling away.

"Don't start something you can't finish Killian," she warns him, and takes a sip of her coffee.

"Who said we can't finish this?" His smirk was in full bloom now as he moved his Hook over her thigh and lightly drew invisible shapes.

"We can't." Emma removes his hook. "You know our rule," she reminds him. Hook rolls his eyes. Yes, he remembered the dreaded rule: no fooling around at work. They had both agreed to it once he was officially given the deputy position. He hasn't even done as much as hold hands with his wife at work. It was truly a terrible rule.

"Aye I do, but we're not at work love," Killian points out.

"We're heading to work, and we will be late if we do anything now," Emma argues and turns her head back to the front. She reaches for the seatbelt ready to drive off.

"David is already there. He won't mind if we're a few minutes late."

"First of all, yes he probably would. And second, if you think brining up my dad while discussing sex is a good move you're wrong," Emma answers, and starts the ignition of the car.

"Dammit," Killian mumbles to himself, but gives up - for now.

Soon enough they are at the station, not a minute late, and ready for work. Before they head to their separate desks Killian speaks up.

"Wait," he stops Emma by holding her arm gently. She looks back at him expectantly. "Can I at least give you a kiss before I'm forbidden for the next who knows how many hours?"

"Killian..." Emma almost whines. She quickly looks over and sees her dad working at his desk, not even noticing their presence.

"Come on Emma. Everyone here, hell everyone in the whole town knows we're married. I want to kiss my wife before we part ways. Is that too much to ask?"

"Fine, but no wandering hands," she whispers to him. He nods.

"Of course sheriff," he mocks, then leans in for a sweet kiss. "See that wasn't so bad was it?" He asks, hoping it would become an everyday occurrence.

"I guess not..." Emma blushes. He always made her blush. "But we do need to go to our desks now," she says, hinting for Killian to release his hold on her arm. He does, reluctantly, but lets her walk away.

"We've got to break that damned rule," he mutters to himself before walking off to a desk of his own.

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Emma has been off doing rounds all morning. David took the cop car to check on a possible break in. Killian had been stuck at the station all morning supposed to be doing paper work, but more or less twiddling his thumbs. David and Emma both knew that Killian hated paper work and didn't expect much of it to be done anyways. Killian's head was leaning on his hands against the table when Emma walked through the door. Killian's head shot up, and he looked down as if reading a paper.