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Apple Trees	By : Emma-The-Savior-Swan Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 5662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Inspired by a tumblr post:
"Emma and Mr. Gold get drunk and TP Regina's house. (And egg it, spray paint it, write dirty things, whatever you want)
Bonus points if it ends up with them having sex against the apple tree.
This is OP, adding to the request. This was another comment on the tumblr that I found hilarious:
they're knocking back scotch at granny's and getting really drunk and belligerent and she's like "you know what I hate? Apple trees. Fucking apple trees" and he's like "you know what I hate? Goddamn nuns" but they both hate Regina so they go to TP her house
only Gold just stands there and directs Emma, gesturing emphatically with his pimpcane, as she does all the TPing work and falling all over herself drunk
and eventually Regina hears the commotion and comes to investigate and finds them but she can't call the cops
because EMMA IS THE ONLY COP IN THE WHOLE TOWN"
Emma walked into Granny's, her head still reeling from having to arrest David. No part of her believed that he'd killed Kathryn, but she had to enforce the law. She saw Mr. Gold sitting alone, nursing a scotch. She debated for a moment whether or not to sit next to him, then decided that she'd rather have someone to talk to, even Gold, than be alone with her thoughts that night. "I'll take what's he's having." Emma called to Ruby as she sank down onto the stool. Gold looked over at her curiously, but said nothing. Ruby handed Emma a scotch and gave her a sympathetic smile that Emma struggled to reciprocate.
            "Rough day, Sheriff?" Gold asked, though he already knew the answer.
            "I've had better." She returned.
            "You were just doing your job." He reassured her.
            "I know."
            "But that doesn't really make a difference, does it?"
            "No." Emma finally took a long look at Gold. "You don't look so happy yourself."
            "Hm."
            "You're not going to tell me why, are you?"
            "Probably not." Emma nodded in acceptance and went back to sipping her drink.
            A beat passed before Gold asked: "That doesn't bother you?"
            "It sure as hell doesn't surprise me. You're not the most forthcoming person in the world, Gold." He almost smiled at that.
            "I suppose you're right." He acknowledged. "Then again, you're not all that open yourself."
            "There's no need for me to be. Anything I want to keep private either you or Regina dig up and spread around."
            "You don't honestly think I've had a hand in any of that, do you?" Emma snorted in derision.
            "You have your hands in everything." She shot. Gold laughed slightly at that and signaled for Ruby to bring him another drink.
            "I swear I've not been responsible for any...negative publicity regarding you or your past. I actually know very little about you, Sheriff Swan."
            "I find that very difficult to believe."
            "That doesn't make it untrue." Emma gave him a sidelong look of uncertainty as she requested her second scotch.
            "Even so, I know even less about you. Your first name, for example."
            "That's not important. Tell me, what do you really want to know about me, Sheriff?" Emma was caught off guard by his question. She had so many questions about the enigma of a man seated next to her, none of which she ever expected he'd be willing to answer. But she certainly wasn't going to let the opportunity to interrogate him pass her by.
            "Why did you want me to be Sheriff?" She asked.
            "You were the right person for the job. Still are."
            "No, no. You're not the type to do anything unless there's something in it for you. Why was it so important to you, personally, that I got elected?" Gold smiled at her blunt accuracy.
            "It was the last thing Regina wanted."
            "What's the deal with you two?"
            "You have your reasons for being at odds with Regina and I have mine. Now, I should get to ask you a question, shouldn't I?" Emma sighed.
            "It's all about deals with you, isn't it? Fine, go ahead."
            "Tell me something you hate. Aside from Regina. Or me." Emma laughed.
            "I don't hate you." She countered.
            "Good to know," Gold replied, "but you haven't answered my question."
            "Give me a second to think."
            "Come on now, there must be something you truly hate."
            "Oh, there are plenty of things I hate. I'm just trying to decide which one to tell you."
            "Feel free to tell me more than one."
            "All right. But I'm going to need another drink, first." Gold smiled and ordered two more glasses of scotch, one for each of them. Emma downed hers in one breath and swiveled around so she was facing Gold's side. He followed suit, turning his body so he was facing her. She took a deep breath.
            "Are you ready?" Gold asked impatiently. Emma nodded.
            "I hate...the foster system, prison guards, stretchmarks, liars, cheaters, and...and you know what I really hate? Apple trees. Fucking apple trees." Gold was incredibly amused by Emma's intoxicated honesty.
            Through a hearty laugh he questioned: "Apple trees?"
            "Regina just loves them so fucking much. You know when you just end up hating something someone you hate loves?" Gold nodded, though he couldn't quite comprehend what she'd just said. "So, what do you hate?" Emma asked.
            "Now, now. I already answered one of your questions."
            "Tell me!" She insisted. Gold chuckled again - not only was Emma candid when drunk, she was demanding. He wondered how that combination could work to his advantage.
            He then downed the rest of his scotch and told her: "I hate nuns. Goddamn nuns." Emma laughed.
            "Nuns? Why?"
            "I just do." Emma nodded, too inebriated to care that his response was wholly inadequate.
            Suddenly, she said: "I have an idea!"
            "Do you?"
            "Mmhm. So we both hate Regina, right?"
            "Right."
            "We should TP her house!" Emma whispered conspiratorially, her eyes glimmering with excitement.
            "Are you serious? We're not teenagers, Emma."
            "So? Don't you want to do something to get back at her?"
            "Well, yes, but I'm not sure this is the best way to go about revenge."
            "Come on...you know you want to." Emma persuaded, her voice a slightly slurred singsong.
            "Okay. Let's do it. But one more drink first." Emma nodded enthusiastically in agreement. After quickly gulping down one last scotch each they stumbled together to the closest store to pick up toilet paper.
            As they were carrying their purchase to the checkout counter, Emma said: "We need eggs!"
            "Emma..."
            "Wait here." A moment later Emma returned with two dozen eggs, grinning from ear-to-ear. Gold shook his head but proceeded to walk towards the checkout with her. They received a suspicious look as they paid, but they were far beyond noticing. Somehow they made it to Regina's house and Emma immediately grabbed a roll of toilet paper and headed towards the nearest tree. Then she noticed that Gold was not following her. "Aren't you coming?" She called.
            "I think I'm fine right here." He responded from the edge of the yard.
            "You're not going to help?"
            "Oh, I'll help. Just follow my instructions."
            "I think I know how to TP a house, Gold."
            "Fine. Do it yourself then." He responded, sounded dismayed.
            "Aw, all right. What should I do first?" She indulged him. He smiled and pointed with his cane towards the tree she'd been nearing.
            "That one." He said, "Toss the roll up and over." She did as she was told. "Now take the end and wrap it around the trunk." Gold mimicked the desired action by holding his cane in the air and rotating it in large vertical loops. Emma laughed, tripping over her feet as she looped the toilet paper around the tree. "Good. Now that one." Gold pointed with his cane. "Throw a whole bunch of rolls over it. It's tall." He gestured with his cane once again, holding it high in the air as he executed a throwing motion with his wrist. Emma giggled and nearly fell flat on her face as she put as much strength as possible behind her drunken throws. "Now, the apple tree." Gold stated.
            "Yes!" Emma exclaimed, rushing crookedly towards the backyard. Gold followed at a more measured pace, highly amused by Emma's graceless antics. Emma had already started covering the tree by the time he got there, yet he couldn't help but encourage her.
            "Completely cover it." He urged, twisting and tossing his cane wildly. Once the tree was fully mummified, Emma asked Gold for the eggs. He handed them over. A devilish grin overtook Emma's face as she chucked egg after egg at the back of Regina's house. "Very good!" Gold cheered, swinging his cane like a bat.
            After exhausting the supply of eggs and toilet paper, Emma approached Gold and asked: "What now?" He was struck speechless by her tousled golden curls, her flushed cheeks, and heaving chest. Without thinking, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Emma didn't initially know how to respond. But she was drunk and riding the unique high of besting an enemy and Gold felt oh so good pressed up against her. When they pulled apart Emma shot him a smile and reached for his hand. She started pulling him with her.
            "Emma...?"
            "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." Gold looked at her questioningly. She smirked. "You're going to fuck me against the apple tree." His eyes widened, but he said nothing as they reached the tree and she leaned back into it. His hands went to her hips and he captured her lips again. She opened her mouth, giving his tongue permission to explore and taste. Her hands went to his belt and her fingers twisted thanks to scotch and arousal as she attempted to undo it. He moved his mouth to her neck, sucking and nipping at her pulse point. She would be marked in the morning. Emma finally undid his belt and tugged down his pants. He stepped out of them helpfully as his hands traveled from her hips under her shirt and to her breasts.
            "Emma..." He breathed. She simply smiled as he lifted her shirt from her head and unfastened her bra. His mouth latched upon a rosy, peaked nipple, eliciting a pleasured gasp from her. She grabbed his shoulders and arched against him, her body seeking out more contact. Gold pulled away from her breast and swiftly moved to the next one. She groaned as he worked the sensitive bud between his teeth and laved it with his tongue. When he was finished he stepped back ever so slightly to admire the sight before him. She watched self-consciously as his eyes roamed her body. "You're beautiful." He said.
            "Thank you." Gold then went to unbutton her jeans. He slid them down along with her underwear and waited for her to slide her feet out and kick them aside. "This isn't fair. You have too much on." Emma pouted. Gold laughed and slid off his boxers. He was pleased to see Emma's eyes grow wide at what he had to offer. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. The fabric of his jacket was rough against her breasts, but he was too impatient to bother removing it or his button-down shirt. He pressed his cock lengthwise between her folds and relished the whimper she released.
            "That's right, Emma. You can feel what you do to me." She could only bring herself to nod. "Say you want me, Emma."
            "You can tell that I do."
            "Oh, yes. You are wet for me, aren't you?"
            "Mmm..."
            "Still. Say it." Emma bit her lip in defiance. He moved his tip to her entrance, teasing her. "Say it, Emma."
            "I want you! All right! Now just fuck me already!" He laughed as he thrust up into her, groaning as her walls clamped around him. She wrapped one leg around his hip, allowing him to push even deeper inside of her.
            "God, Emma..." She gasped and groaned, her head thrashing from side to side against the bark of the tree. He thrust hard and she cried out.
            "Fuck! Gold..."
            "Talk to me, Emma. Tell me how I feel."
            "You're...oh!...God, Gold..." He pressed harder. "So big..." It sounded contrived to her as it left her lips. She'd never praised a man's size during sex, but the minute he was exposed, she knew he'd be the biggest she'd ever been with. Clichéd or no, the comment seemed to urge him on, and all coherent thoughts left Emma's head.
            "That's it, Emma. Come for me." He coaxed as he felt her growing closer. He reached down to rub her clit, and it was her undoing. She threw her head back and moaned his name as he reached his peak, too. Her body went limp between his and the apple tree as he pulled out. They stood together wordlessly, their breaths coming fast, smiles on both of their faces. It was then that Emma saw a light go on in Regina's house.
            "Gold. We have to leave."
            "Give me a second to recover, dearie."
            "I think we woke Regina up." Gold glanced up at the house.
            "Ah, so we did. Should probably get dressed, then, hm?" Emma was frantically pulling on her clothes.
            "Could you hurry up?" She whispered urgently.
            "Relax, Emma. Who's she going to call? The police?" Emma stopped her motions and glanced over at Gold. She smiled. They both finished dressing and proceeded to leave Regina's property, laughing almost joyously at their wild evening of screwing each other as they screwed someone over.
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