#sheriffandsavior

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“Well, sort of. It’s nothing… I mean, we haven’t figured everything out yet. I just wanted to make sure that was something you were okay with.”

“Of course I’m okay with it...it’s great news, mom. I just want you both happy.”

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[Text] Uh… What happened? Should I come home?

[Text] No. Don’t wor--Fuck!! Hold on!

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[Text] I’m fine. I just got blood on my phone. Had to get that out.

[Text] I was cutting up vegetables for dinner and sliced my thumb open. It’s superficial. I’m fine. I put a bandage on it. It just bled a lot. Really, I’m okay.

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[text] How much blood should there be when you slice your thumb open?

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The moment Emma’s lips touched his, the response was instantaneous. He always responded to her. Gripping her waist tightly, Neal pressed her against him. He moaned softly against her lips. He nipped at her bottom lip gently.

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Emma knew Neal was on a call and she knew it was probably, maybe, important. He worked from home after all. But she was horny and she really wanted her husband. Perhaps she could distract him?

Making her way into his studio, she gave him a tiny wave and let him take in her clothes for a moment - a short skirt and sheer white tank-top. There was no need for underwear. 

Before he could do anything, she had straddled his lap, ran her hands up his chest, and started to kiss his neck as he was still on the phone.

Neal was on a business call. He was talking to a client, clarifying what they wanted for his latest project. When Emma walked into his studio, he looked up and his jaw dropped. Fuck! So much for working. He stopped listening to the phone conversation as his wife straddled his lap and started kissing his neck. 

Stifling a moan, Neal felt his body begin to react and he felt his pants begin to tighten as his cock grew hard in arousal. “I’m gonna have to call you back.” He muttered, before hanging up the phone. “Fuck, Emma!” His hands moved to grip her waist securely, pressing her against him. He could feel her wetness and that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Babe, you’re so wet. And no panties.” He moved his hand to his zipper. “I’m already so hard.”

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Baelfire was not at the ball to dance. Dancing had been the furthest thing from his mind. In fact, he didn’t even like it much. Nor was he very good. He’d heard murmurs about the masquerade ball while he was in town one day and he immediately realized it would be an opportunity. Ever since the age of fourteen, Baelfire had been on his own.

He was in hiding from his father, the Dark One. As a result of living on his own, he often had to result to stealing to survive. Not his favorite thing but when one needed to live, one did what they had to. He had acquired attire that was fitting for the occasion, and would allow him to blend him. However, he was certainly not dressed like a prince.

His goal that evening was to use the party as a distraction so he could pilfer some items. Small things, silverware, a few odds and ends. Enough to get him through a few weeks at least.

But, not dancing. Absolutely not dancing. And then he saw her. Even with a mask obscuring her face from view, she was most certainly the most beautiful woman Baelfire had ever seen. He was drawn to her, and his feet moved on their own. Then, another involuntary act. His lips moved and sound came out before he knew what was happening. He had asked her to dance.

Slowly feeling mortified as he realized what he’d just done, he almost didn’t hear her reply. But, then her hand was in his and his lips curved into a smile. “The pleasure is mine.” He replied, hoping his tone didn’t reveal his nervousness. He placed one hand on her waist, the other still holding hers. As the music began playing the next song, Baelfire moved to the music, dancing with the mystery woman. 

He was no expert. And he was quite certain every man in the room was way more skilled in the art of dance than he was. But, as long as he didn’t step on her feet, he’d consider this a success.

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Neal was freaking out. Whatever had happened, Emma was clearly in no condition to tell him. She needed medical attention. Taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, he noticed her swaying and instantly moved forward. While she caught herself, he wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t convinced that she was able to properly take care of herself in the state she was in. He wrapped an arm around her waist, firmly. “Babe, let me take you to the hospital, okay? I’m gonna be right here. We’ll figure this out together, but right now, I just need you to be okay.”

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It wasn’t as if he was fishing for compliments. Except he totally was. A grin spread across his face at her words. “Broad shoulders, huh? What else?” His soft chuckle was heard as he pulled her closer. He nuzzled her neck, his stubble tickling her smooth skin.