folie a deux
folie a deux
Note: I do not own “Once Upon A Time” and I do not make a profit from writing this story. I’m just amusing myself.
Authors Note: This is written for a fill at the ouatkinkmeme, here.
I'm also extremely nervous given its my first crack at these two
So yeah...enjoy!
Setting: Storybrooke
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Frank adult situations, sex, language.
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1,188
Summary: What's a little madness shared by two...in a small, confined space?
Considering the drugging and the kidnapping, Emma Swan never wanted to be in the same room as the man known as Jefferson. Or the Mad Hatter as he insisted, either way, being in a confined room with him again was not something she had been looking forward to. Her eyes journeyed up from his boots, his leather pants, black shirt and the scarf around his neck. She remembered the scar, etched so deep it seemed like it had been a fatal wound.
His chuckling broke her trance as her brows knitted together, “What?” she demanded.
Jefferson’s eyes flickered up and down her body, grinning, “Want to see it?”
Emma sighed, she couldn’t help but be intrigued given he had gotten them stuck in this tiny room with no way out. She watched as he skillfully unwrapped it, pocketing the cloth that usually kept it covered. She reached up, her running her finger down, feeling how far it raised off his throat. She then traced around it as far as she could, and he shivered. She couldn’t believe it when she saw lust in his eyes, but a big part of her became curious. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice had once said, the thought almost made her laugh.
On a whim, given the desire in his eyes, she stood on her tip toes, face nearing his neck. She realized he was trembling against her as her tongue darted out of her mouth. She faintly brushed the tip along the scar, a moan escaped his lips. When she did it again, his knees almost buckled.
“Don’t stop,” he whimpered.
She didn’t know if it was from the fact he seemed so helpless and powerless at her actions, the fact she hadn’t gotten laid in three years or because his skin tasted so damn good, she didn’t stop. Instead she pushed him back against the wall, starting to suck against the line etched deep into his skin. His hands seized her hips, he pulled her to him, crushing her against him. She could feel his erection beneath the confines of his tight pants, his fingers dug into the ass of her jeans, causing run her teeth against his skin.
“Fuck.” He seemed to lose all control; he wrenched her off of him, ripping down his pants, clawing at his shirt. “Get on your knees and finish what you started.”
Usually that would be a turn off and she’d tell him to get lost, but as she looked down at him, she had to admit she was impressed. She took him in hand and gave a firm squeeze. He grunted and thrust into her hand, “I will do what I want Jefferson,” she snapped cooly, “Behave or I stop this now.”
“Yes, Princess, your wish is my command,” he murmured, she shook her head at the nickname and went to her knees.
She slowly suckled his head into her mouth, flicking her tongue across the head. He moaned, he smacked his head against the wall as it fell back as he braced his body. He didn’t seem to care or notice, his attention was completely focused on her. Though she was the one kneeling before him, the reverence in his eyes made her feel like he was worshipping her for what was transpiring between them. She returned to her task, taking him slowly into her mouth, until every inch was in her mouth.
He swore again as she swallowed, pulled back then began to suckle and lap at his cock, in and out, she could hear him panting above her. Small moans left his mouth, she hadn’t realized how noisy he would be, but she found herself enjoying the sounds. In fact, this whole situation had her aroused, almost painfully so. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed sex since she arrived. She pulled him out of her mouth until only his head remained. As she ran her tongue across the spongey head, she could taste the precome that was beginning to form at the head. She lapped at it, making his hips jerk and his hand tangled into her hair, holding it tight. He gasped loudly as her fingers began to rub against his sac, especially the side area, which made his hips jerk hard and fast.
Emma felt a sharp tug to the point she removed him from her mouth. His cock glistened with her saliva in the dim light of the room. As soon as she was standing at full height, he slammed his lips to hers.
“Arms up,” he stated, at first it confused her, and then she realized he wanted to get her shirt off. She did as she was told and within moment she was naked. They kicked off their pants, and he grabbed her. In one effortless movement, he lifted her up, holding her as she weighed nothing. “Do you want this, Emma? Me? As mad as I am?” he asked, holding her right over his waiting cock.
“If I didn’t, we would not be in this situation,” she snapped, “Now shut up and fuck me or put me down.”
As soon as the words left her lips, he slammed his cock into her. She swore light flashed behind her eyelids and all she knew was bliss. Soon the only thing that filled the room were their pants, their cursing and the sound of him slapping against her skin with each quick, hard, deep thrust into her. It seemed like it was ending too soon as her orgasm built, and she heard him chuckle as he moved her.
He positioned her from bouncing on his cock to her feet, bending over as far as she could, hands braced on the gray walls. Her nails clawed as he angled himself just right, hitting her G-Spot. Emma couldn’t breathe as he began to ram into her, harder, faster. Each time, striking that mythical spot that he had no problems finding, the pleasure was so intense. She could feel her toes curling, she let out a scream as with one more thrust and a brush of his fingers on her clit, she came. With a few more thrusts, he finally came. He leaned over her, resting his cheek against her back.
“That was…” he tried to speak, instead he ended up trailing off, laughing softly.
Emma moved, letting him slide out of her and she reached for her clothes, “A moment we won’t be repeating.”
“Oh no?” he asked, seemingly innocent as he grabbed his own clothes. “I feel it was a folie a deux,”
“Madness of two?”
He grinned, just like the Cheshire Cat of his supposed tale, “The best kind of madness,” he purred, capturing her face in his hands. “Now would you like me to get us out of here?”
Her face fell, “You could have done that this whole time?”
“Yes.”
“I hate you,” she glared, hating the fact that he was definitely so handsome when he smiled.
“No, you don’t,” he stated simply, winking as he put on his hat, “Until we meet again,” he said, effortlessly picking the lock and strutting out.
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The End
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I hope you enjoyed it!
Feedback is ♥
Note: I do not own “Once Upon A Time” and I do not make a profit from writing this story. I’m just amusing myself.
Authors Note: This is written for a fill at the ouatkinkmeme, here.
I'm also extremely nervous given its my first crack at these two
So yeah...enjoy!
Setting: Storybrooke
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Frank adult situations, sex, language.
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1,188
Summary: What's a little madness shared by two...in a small, confined space?
Considering the drugging and the kidnapping, Emma Swan never wanted to be in the same room as the man known as Jefferson. Or the Mad Hatter as he insisted, either way, being in a confined room with him again was not something she had been looking forward to. Her eyes journeyed up from his boots, his leather pants, black shirt and the scarf around his neck. She remembered the scar, etched so deep it seemed like it had been a fatal wound.
His chuckling broke her trance as her brows knitted together, “What?” she demanded.
Jefferson’s eyes flickered up and down her body, grinning, “Want to see it?”
Emma sighed, she couldn’t help but be intrigued given he had gotten them stuck in this tiny room with no way out. She watched as he skillfully unwrapped it, pocketing the cloth that usually kept it covered. She reached up, her running her finger down, feeling how far it raised off his throat. She then traced around it as far as she could, and he shivered. She couldn’t believe it when she saw lust in his eyes, but a big part of her became curious. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice had once said, the thought almost made her laugh.
On a whim, given the desire in his eyes, she stood on her tip toes, face nearing his neck. She realized he was trembling against her as her tongue darted out of her mouth. She faintly brushed the tip along the scar, a moan escaped his lips. When she did it again, his knees almost buckled.
“Don’t stop,” he whimpered.
She didn’t know if it was from the fact he seemed so helpless and powerless at her actions, the fact she hadn’t gotten laid in three years or because his skin tasted so damn good, she didn’t stop. Instead she pushed him back against the wall, starting to suck against the line etched deep into his skin. His hands seized her hips, he pulled her to him, crushing her against him. She could feel his erection beneath the confines of his tight pants, his fingers dug into the ass of her jeans, causing run her teeth against his skin.
“Fuck.” He seemed to lose all control; he wrenched her off of him, ripping down his pants, clawing at his shirt. “Get on your knees and finish what you started.”
Usually that would be a turn off and she’d tell him to get lost, but as she looked down at him, she had to admit she was impressed. She took him in hand and gave a firm squeeze. He grunted and thrust into her hand, “I will do what I want Jefferson,” she snapped cooly, “Behave or I stop this now.”
“Yes, Princess, your wish is my command,” he murmured, she shook her head at the nickname and went to her knees.
She slowly suckled his head into her mouth, flicking her tongue across the head. He moaned, he smacked his head against the wall as it fell back as he braced his body. He didn’t seem to care or notice, his attention was completely focused on her. Though she was the one kneeling before him, the reverence in his eyes made her feel like he was worshipping her for what was transpiring between them. She returned to her task, taking him slowly into her mouth, until every inch was in her mouth.
He swore again as she swallowed, pulled back then began to suckle and lap at his cock, in and out, she could hear him panting above her. Small moans left his mouth, she hadn’t realized how noisy he would be, but she found herself enjoying the sounds. In fact, this whole situation had her aroused, almost painfully so. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed sex since she arrived. She pulled him out of her mouth until only his head remained. As she ran her tongue across the spongey head, she could taste the precome that was beginning to form at the head. She lapped at it, making his hips jerk and his hand tangled into her hair, holding it tight. He gasped loudly as her fingers began to rub against his sac, especially the side area, which made his hips jerk hard and fast.
Emma felt a sharp tug to the point she removed him from her mouth. His cock glistened with her saliva in the dim light of the room. As soon as she was standing at full height, he slammed his lips to hers.
“Arms up,” he stated, at first it confused her, and then she realized he wanted to get her shirt off. She did as she was told and within moment she was naked. They kicked off their pants, and he grabbed her. In one effortless movement, he lifted her up, holding her as she weighed nothing. “Do you want this, Emma? Me? As mad as I am?” he asked, holding her right over his waiting cock.
“If I didn’t, we would not be in this situation,” she snapped, “Now shut up and fuck me or put me down.”
As soon as the words left her lips, he slammed his cock into her. She swore light flashed behind her eyelids and all she knew was bliss. Soon the only thing that filled the room were their pants, their cursing and the sound of him slapping against her skin with each quick, hard, deep thrust into her. It seemed like it was ending too soon as her orgasm built, and she heard him chuckle as he moved her.
He positioned her from bouncing on his cock to her feet, bending over as far as she could, hands braced on the gray walls. Her nails clawed as he angled himself just right, hitting her G-Spot. Emma couldn’t breathe as he began to ram into her, harder, faster. Each time, striking that mythical spot that he had no problems finding, the pleasure was so intense. She could feel her toes curling, she let out a scream as with one more thrust and a brush of his fingers on her clit, she came. With a few more thrusts, he finally came. He leaned over her, resting his cheek against her back.
“That was…” he tried to speak, instead he ended up trailing off, laughing softly.
Emma moved, letting him slide out of her and she reached for her clothes, “A moment we won’t be repeating.”
“Oh no?” he asked, seemingly innocent as he grabbed his own clothes. “I feel it was a folie a deux,”
“Madness of two?”
He grinned, just like the Cheshire Cat of his supposed tale, “The best kind of madness,” he purred, capturing her face in his hands. “Now would you like me to get us out of here?”
Her face fell, “You could have done that this whole time?”
“Yes.”
“I hate you,” she glared, hating the fact that he was definitely so handsome when he smiled.
“No, you don’t,” he stated simply, winking as he put on his hat, “Until we meet again,” he said, effortlessly picking the lock and strutting out.
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The End
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I hope you enjoyed it!
Feedback is ♥