#i don't have any rum to spike it but it's quite good on its own

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I didn't have a vessel big enough for the already pared-down switchel recipe uploaded the other day so I had to reduce it to one fourth of what Max Miller used, but I had most of the ingredients already and it wasn't hard to get what I didn't, so I figured why not because I like Ginger. Miller was pleasantly surprised by it, and I was dubious because I'm not the biggest fan of molasses, but I was pleasantly surprised by it all too! It's quite good actually.

#tasting history with max miller #switchel #drinks #i don't have any rum to spike it but it's quite good on its own #he called it something like old timey Gatorade for farmers #but there's no salt or anything in it so i don't know how it or if it works as an electrolyte replacer #but it is quite pleasant

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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

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.”

Killian’s mouth found her pulse hammering in her neck, his callused hand palming her hip. Emma groaned, working quickly on his shirt and vest buttons. She wanted him naked now.

But apparently he had other ideas. Killian’s shirt hung open as he switched their positions, lifting her slightly to perch on the desk and yanked her jeans and underwear down. Boots, socks, you name it – everything was flung across the room and Emma hardly had time to hope she could find her underwear before Killian was on his knees before her, nudging her thighs apart, and licking a long, slow stripe up her core.

He was relentless, alternating between fucking her with his tongue or lapping at her sensitive clit. Emma could only hang on for the ride, clutching the edge of the desk or his hair or his arm, whatever she could get her hands on. When her breath hitched and she gasped “There”, Killian thrust two fingers inside of her. His tongue swirled around her clit as his fingers curled up, stroking that sensitive spot just inside. Emma saw stars as her pleasure crested, crashing over her and stealing her breath.

She hardly felt Killian withdraw, her skin tingling pleasantly as she drifted down from her high. She heard clothes rustling and cracked open one eye. “Can you take more?” he asked, his hand a comfortable pressure on her hip.

She nodded eagerly, looking down to see his cock jutting out proudly near her core. “Yes please.”

He had her lay back, her hair trailing off the edge of the desk. She used to feel self-conscious about being laid so open and exposed, but this was Killian. Her True Love, her best friend, her husband. She could never feel self-conscious around him, not with how often he took the time to detail exactly what he loved about every part of her. His lips parted as he drank in the sight of her spread out on his desk, his eyes roving over her pale form; he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, then positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. The slow stretch of him made her moan as he pushed inside. She loved the visible strain on his face, the sight of how much he held himself in check so as not to hurt her in pursuit of his own pleasure. She reached for him and he laced their fingers together, his brace resting on her thigh as he started to thrust.

The desk shook under her but Emma wasn’t worried about it breaking. This wasn’t the first time (or the last) that they’d taken advantage of a late night and an empty station, and she’d magically reinforced everything ages ago.

Well, the magical reinforcement was more to protect against the various villains they locked up on the regular, but if it let her fuck her husband without worry of breaking, then she wasn’t about to complain.

Killian took their joined hands and pressed her fingers just above her mound. “Feel us, love?” he asked, his pace unrelenting even as he spoke. She nodded, her arousal spiking higher at feeling him both inside and outside all at once. “Feel me inside you, fucking you? Oh, Emma, tell me you feel it, I need to hear you tell me.”

“I feel it,” she croaked. Her throat was dry. “I feel you – I feel your cock fucking me. I feel you thrusting –”

Killian growled and pulled her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist almost automatically, just as his hand slid under her ass to give him more leverage. His brace was a hard comfort on the small of her back and her arms wrapped around his neck as she hung on. His breathing grew more erratic as he chased his high; a stack of files behind them crashed to the floor and they paid it no mind. Emma arched as a second orgasm overtook her and a few moments later Killian stilled with a low groan. Dimly, she felt him spill himself inside her and almost laughed when she realized that knowledge only made her want him again.

God, she was turning into some kind of insatiable sex addict.

But if the sex was this good, was she really going to complain about it?

“Might want to move,” she said finally. “I’m gonna stain everything.”

Killian lifted her easily, still seated inside her, and moved them both to another, cleared desk. “Apologies, darling, for making a mess of you.”

She poked his shoulder, giggling. “I happen to like it when you get me all messy.”

He looked at her, one eyebrow lifted with intrigue. “Oh aye?”

Emma bit her lip, completely failing to hide her smile or stop more giggles from escaping her. “Yeah. I really do.”

He made the face that told her he was filing that away for future use, then lightly pinched her ass before pulling out of her. “Give a man some time to recover, sweet. Then I’ll be more than happy to make as much of a mess over you as you’d like.”

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