this is me, ignoring my responsibilities, in favor of hot desk sex and bants
speculation and spoilers abound, obvs.
“Not much of a honeymoon,” Emma said between kisses, roughly shoving his leather jacket down his arms.
“And what, pray tell, is a honeymoon?” Killian asked, his hand busily undoing the button of her jeans.
She walked him back until his thighs hit the desk, then pushed him to sit on top of whatever files she’d left scattered on its surface; digitizing the town’s criminal records was going slowly, hampered not only by the usual revolving door of monsters and dwarven antics, but also by the fact that having Killian in the station with her put quite the damper on any desire to do anything but fuck him senseless..
Her husband was extremely distracting.
“A honeymoon,” she said, pausing long enough to strip her shirt off and toss it somewhere towards his desk, “is a vacation for newlyweds. A vacation primarily geared towards having lots and lots of sex.”
Killian hummed, and watched with interest as she unclasped her bra and draped it over one of the lamps. He probably already knew what it was, but one night and several shots of rum had led to him confessing that he liked the way she explained things. “Ah, so a bridal tour without all the pesky need to visit those unable to attend the wedding.”
“Screw them, they can send something off the registry. If we had one. I bet mom made us one.”
amanda, if this isn’t your time i don’t know what is. please give us some sheriff/deputy smut. in your hot, detailed writing
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