Interrogation

My take on the 2X12 hospital scene. This would have been nice to see! I don't own the original scene, I've simple set in for an HBO special ;) Un-beta'd, so I hope it's not too bad!

AN: Sorry so much time has gone by since my last one-shot. I've been busy with school and with a move. No excuses though. I hope you enjoy! I'm glad my first story received some follows, and I'm elated that a few of you decided to follow me! I hope I do not disappoint! Feel free to PM me or write in the review section some requests or prompts! I'm open to all!

"…If I were to pick dead guy of the year, I'd pick you," Emma says with a grin. The injured man chained to the bed was really too stubborn for his own good. Hook gives her his simple smirk, flowing with sarcasm. He was completely hopeless handcuffed to the bed without his hook, but he didn't want to give her the impression of vulnerability.

"I don't care what happens to me, as long as the Crocodile suffers," he says, all hints of sarcasm gone from his voice and face. The seriousness of his tone shocks Emma, she's still leaning over him. Looking down at the pirate below her. He looks her in the eyes, never breaking his gaze. There is a moment of tension but Emma leans back to stand straight.

"You don't care what happens to you?" she asks, walking slowly to the other side of the bed to where his hookless arm rests at his side. He's in nothing but a hospital gown but looks just as fierce even without all of his leather. She trails a hand up his side, rubbing lightly at the broken ribs, he winces under her touch, but doesn't break eye contact. Blue eyes sear into green.

"No. Not as long as he suffers as I did," Hook says in a low voice. He isn't sure what she's doing or what she's trying to get at and it's eating at his nerves. He can feel the tension between them in the air. He isn't able to decipher what she's up to in her eyes or her face. She's a blank canvas as she walks around back to where she sat on the bed before. Emma would be lying if she said that the pirate wasn't an attractive man. His deep accented voice could cause heat to rise in all the right places, but he was still an enemy, no matter his looks.

"So you don't care what I have to do to get you to talk, then?" she asks with a smile? She isn't even sure what she's doing. All she knows is that she enjoys seeing the beautiful and rough man tied down, under her, unable to stop whatever she has in mind.

"What are you getting at, love?" he asks, nervousness building in his throat. She doesn't seem like one to be cruel, but he doesn't know her. He isn't sure if she would be rash or not. Being sore everywhere and chained to a bed doesn't make him feel comfortable under the woman's harsh eyes, no matter how beautiful she is.

Emma walks towards the room's door, locking it with a loud click and stalks back towards Hook, closing the curtain surrounding his bed, "What I'm getting at is that I think you're lying to me about not knowing where Cora is." She traces the handcuff around his wrist, slowly making eye contact with him. She tilts her head to the side, awaiting his response.

"I told you, Swan. She has her own plans, I was simply in it for the ride," Hook explains. He watches Emma's finger as she slowly runs the same finger up his arm to rest under his chin, pointing his face towards her own.

Emma leans closer to his face, her lips mere inches away from his own, "I don't fucking believe you," she whispers, standing back up. She smiles down at him, anything but sweetly, yanking the blanket that covered his legs down towards his feet. He looks confused but not flustered, not wanting to appear as nervous as he was.

"I swear to you, Emma. I am not keeping anything from you."

Completely ignoring his plea, Emma places a hand firmly on his right knee, "That's okay, I have my ways of getting people to tell me things." She squeezes his knee, laughing softly as he winces as the bruises on his legs are agitated. While maintaining eye contact with the injured pirate, Emma makes a fist with her hand and presses her body weight into the man's bruised skin on his thigh, digging deeper with every wince he makes. She releases the pressure when she gets nothing from him but a muffled grunt and a glaring stare.

"I don't break easily, love," Hook mocks, adjusting his leg slightly. This isn't the first time someone has tried to hurt him for information.

"Oh, of course not, pirate, "Emma says in a mocking tone. She glides forward, bending down so she can speak softly into his ear. "I don't intend to break you, Hook. I intend to punish you," she smiles against the shell of his ear, lightly flicking her tongue along the side.

Hook's face becomes stoic. He isn't sure what she means by punish but he is sure that he wants to find out. He gulps out loud, staring at the beautiful woman in front of him through his black lashes. It becomes painful obvious to him that he wants her on top of him, writhing in pleasure, moaning his name, and cuming on his cock. He closes his eyes and licks his lips, trying to calm himself down, his current situation aiding in fading the thoughts of those supple lips wrapped around him. "How do you intend to do that, Swan? Spank me and tell me I'm bad?"

Emma smiles and shakes her head, leaning up enough to make her eyes level with his own, "No, that would be too pleasurable," she says, running a hand down his chest, swirling her fingers in the soft hair that covers his skin. "No, I intend to make you beg, make you submit to me the answers I want," she leans in and swipes the tip of her tongue over his lips in a quick flick. He stiffens under her touch, starting to grasp what is happening.

"How do you intend to do that, Swan?" he asks, anxiously. I thinks he already knows the answer, and he isn't sure whether to be frightened or turned on. He licks his lips unconsciously and Emma feels the rush of heat swarm into stomach at the site. He really is a gorgeous man with a voice that could kill. Torturing him in her special way would prove to be fun.

"You'll see," she moaned, reaching her hand up to stroke the side of his bruised cheek, relishing in the way his scruff scratches her skin in a satisfying burn. "You have such a pretty face, pirate," she says blankly, refusing to call him by his proper title. Hook struggles to keep from pressing his face into her touch. He knows that any compliance will show weakness. He must hold onto whatever dignity he has left. Without warning she slaps the side of his face, harder than he thought she would go. He groans from the blow, enjoying the sting her hand leaves behind. He glares into her green eyes, hoping she can see the strength he's trying to project. She smiles at the redness forming on his face, not taking away from his handsome features in the slightest.

"If that is all you have, love, we are going to be here a while," Hook says sharply, hoping that he pushes her wits so that she gives him what he wants from her. Never before has he been more turned on by a woman challenging his dominance. He doesn't want to seem eager for her torment, but he secretly wishes for her to use him and abuse him until she's content.

"Not even close," Emma whispers, taking her hands behind his neck to untie his hospital gown. She can feel his pulse through his neck as he peels the gown from his shoulders until it bunched around his hips. His breathing hitched as she rolled the material down, cock twitching at the site of her looking at him. She groaned softly at the site of his toned torso, dusted in the sexiest amount of dark hair imaginable. He bit her lower lip as she placed both hands on his chest, massaging slightly. Hook exhaled loudly under her touch, loving the way her hands burned against his flesh, pressing painfully into his beaten body. She didn't care that he was bruised and broken, she wanted to touch every inch of him.

She inhaled sharply, letting her fingers travel down his taut stomach at a torturously slow pace. She watched as his eyes fluttered under her touch. He was beginning to relax and enjoy this too much, so Emma forcefully poked her fingers into the side where his ribs were broken.

"Bloody hell, woman!" Hook screams, trying to retreat from her touch, to no avail. The pain hit him hard, but he was still fully erect. Realizing that she really was going to hurt him as well as use her special way on him, he became even more aroused. He didn't think he'd ever enjoy being the vulnerable one, but so far he was liking the thrill.

"Oh, did that hurt?" Emma asks, a sarcastic look of concern swept across her face before she laughed at him. "I can stop now, Hook. All you have to do is tell me where she is."

"I told you! I have no idea, she wasn't much for sharing," Hook yells. He is telling the truth, but he doesn't want Emma to find that out too quickly, she still thinks he is hiding something and he's curious how far she'll go to get it.

Emma rakes the man's body with her eyes, taking in every delicious inch of his sun-tanned skin. "You're such a beautiful man, Hook. There's no denying it. I do love watching beautiful men squirm…" she trails off, making eye contact before jumping onto the bed, straddling the pirate's thighs. She clamps her legs around his, knowing that his battered body aches everywhere. His arousal, completely unhidden by the hospital gown, bobs at her action. Hook swallows hard, wanting nothing more than for her to just use him.

"Emma…" he starts. She quickly brings a finger to his lips while shaking her head.

"No. You talk when I tell you to," Emma says sternly, giving his face a quick slap before placing her hands on her own thighs. "I've come to learn that a reward-punishment system is the best way to get something out of someone. Do you know what that is, pirate?"

"Hook looks at the woman straddling his lap, he bites at his bottom lip, squinting his eyes to try to concentrate on not undressing her in his mind. "No."

"Well, it's almost like a game," Emma says with a smile, shifting herself on his legs, making him wince. "You see, if I ask you something, and I am satisfied with your answer, you'll get a reward. But, if I think what you say is bullshit, I'll punish you." Her words couldn't sound more amazing to him.

"I see," he says, smirking a little. He presses his hips up slightly, making it obvious that he's still hard. "What are the rewards and punishments?"

Emma eyes his erection under the rumpled hospital gown. "As your reward, I do what I want to do to you, and I hurt you as a punishment," she says in a low voice, making it sound as seductive as possible. She reaches up and traces her finger along his hip bone, feeling him shiver under her touch.

"What do you get out of this, Emma?" he asks seriously. He doesn't know why she would do anything to please him when he had done nothing but get in her way so far.

"Don't think of this as something for you, pirate. It's more for me than anything," she says calmly, running her hand down his clothed thigh. "This is so I can get information and a fucktoy all in one sexy package." He's stunned by her rashness. He's never been talked to like this, the women he's been with never dared treat him like anything other than the captain he is. Being treated like a whore is new. "Don't look so surprised Hook. I mean, you know what you look like and this doesn't sound like a bad time for you, either. So what do you say, fucktoy, shall we begin?"

Hook stares at her, angry and aroused. "Do it," he says, emphasizing the t in that way that makes women swoon.

Emma grinds herself down onto his legs, leaning her head back. "Oh, pirate, don't talk like that," she moans, grabbing a breast with one hand. Hook's mouth drops, he has never seen anything more erotic that that, watching her grind on him, grabbing herself, moaning. He almost came right there.

She knew what she was doing. She was teasing him. She was serious about searching for information, even though she knew he wasn't lying about not knowing Cora's location. She just couldn't pass up fucking with the sexy pirate in black leather. He was too much to just let go. Emma reached down to where his gown lay crumpled over his lap, grabbing it and tossing it to the floor, leaving the injured man bare underneath her.

He never broke eye contact with her, he wasn't embarrassed of his nude form, had no reason to be. She gasped at the site of his magnificent cock, causing him to smirk. "Like what you see?"

Before he knew what happened she had dug her finger into a laceration on his side, drawing blood as she fingered the slit. He cried out in pain, feeling the warmth of his blood trickling down his side slowly. She wasn't lying, she would hurt him.

"I told you, pirate. You speak when I say so. Understand now?" she asks, sucking her blood-coated finger into her mouth, relishing in the coppery taste. "Answer me."

"I understand," he says, still panting from the onslaught. Unable to grasp his wound, he lay there with his eyes closed, waiting for the pain to subside.

"Good boy," she cooed, running her finger around his navel, leaning in dangerously close to lips. He could feel her breath ghosting over the cracked skin of his lips, using every bit of willpower to not close the distance between them and attack her mouth. "Now tell me, Hook, does this excite you?"

He watches as her eyes dart to his obvious proof of excitement. "Yes."

"Good," Emma says, patting his stomach with her right hand. "You can tell the truth." She leans into his neck, running her tongue over his quickened pulse, nipping the skin roughly, leaving her mark on his skin. He growls at her, wanting more than anything to run his hand over her face as she devours his neck. "Are you ready for the second question, pirate? Will you still be a good boy for me?"

Emma gives him her best puppy dog eyes, using his shoulders to pull herself closer to him, aligning her hot core against his bare cock. He could feel her burning heat through her jeans, the rough material providing much needed friction. "Mmm, yes," he breathes, rutting his hips up slightly against her. She gasps, an approving smirk splayed across her face.

"Such a good boy, Hook," she moans, grinding herself slowly down into his lap. "Why did Cora come here?" She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck, pressing hot kisses at the soft skin there.

The kisses cause Hook to moan, leaning his face into her head, trying to touch her any way he can. "She wants to reconcile with her daughter," he replies, biting his lower lip, inhaling the scent of her hair. She seems pleased with his answer and provides a reward of grinding deeper onto his cock, giving proof of wetness through her jeans. He breasts press against his upper chest, the heat rising between them to an uncomfortable level. She leans up to briefly rid herself of her sweater before resuming her position on his lap and in his neck. "Fuck…" he hisses, his head pulled back by her hand clenched into his hair.

"Is she with Regina now?" Emma asks, maintaining her grip in his hair. She stops moving in his lap, waiting for his response.

"I don't know," he grunts through gritting teeth. She yanks at his hair harder, causing him to groan in pain and pleasure. "However, it wouldn't be a surprise if she was," he finishes, hoping his response is satisfactory.

Emma releases his head with a shove, smiling at him. "Yes, it's better to assume that than hope she's still searching. Good thinking, pirate. Ready for your last question? Better answer correctly," she warns, placing her hands on either side of his ribs, being careful to not press too hard.

"I'm ready," he answers, searching her eyes for any sign she wants more from him, with him. He hardly knows the woman, half naked and beautiful, on his lap, but he feel something for her that he hasn't felt in over three hundred years.

"Can you handle more, Hook?" Emma asks, seductively, but he can hear to sense of hope in her voice. She hopes he wants more, not just because he can't push her away, but because he doesn't want to. She resumes her grinding, leading her hands up to cup his face.

"Yes, please," he whispers, gulping loudly. His breathing shallow and shaky. Emma smiles with relief before swinging a leg over him and the bed to allow her to stand and take her boots, socks, and jeans off. Standing in front of him in nothing but her underwear gave her a new feelings. She had never seen a man look at her the way the pirate was looking at her now. His burning glare, heaving chest, bobbing cock, and sexy growls causing the wetness between her thighs to increase. She smiled shyly before peeling her bra off of her perky breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his gaze. She turned around and slowly ran her thong across her ass and down her thighs, giving him a great view of her glistening pussy between her legs. He growled aggressively, shaking his head at her teasing. "Release my hand, let me touch you."

"I might," she said playfully, bending down to retrieve the handcuff key from her jean pocket. She placed the small key into her mouth before mounting his lap again. He gasped as he felt her wet heat glide on his cock, pulling at his restraint hard enough to tear at the skin. Her smile grew wider as she bent down and kissed him, allowing his tongue to plunder her mouth in search for the treasured key. After a few seconds he retreats from the searing kiss, a smirk spread across his lips as he reveals the key between his teeth.

"Release me," he demands, keeping the key between his teeth while flashing her his devilishly handsome serious face.

She returns the burning look, gliding herself over his cock, coating it in her wetness. Grabbing the key from his mouth, she leans down and places the key in the hole. "Fuck me," she dares, brushing her lips over his ear as she clicks the cuff open. Before she could think he hand his arm free of the restraint and lining his member up against her tight heat. Without hesitating he slams himself into her, grasping the back of her neck with his hand. She cries out in shock at the sudden fullness, absorbing the way he burns inside of her. He doesn't move again, he sites there, fully sheathed, stroking the back of her neck, breathing hard, searching her eyes for something. Regaining her composure, Emma makes eye contact, reciprocating the obvious lust and desire she saw in his eyes, hoping he saw the same thing.

"Fuck, Emma," he whispers, bringing his hand down to grab her right breast firmly and parting his lips in need.

"Mmmm, Killian," she moans, leaning into his touch, urging him to wrap his arm around her. His long, lean arm pressing hotly into the skin on her back, burning into her soul. He lifted her up and slammed her back down on his length, both letting out strangled moans. Wrapping her arms around his neck, rocking her hips to meet his hard thrusts, hitting balls deep on every push. He watches her tits bounce relentlessly, reaching down to suck a nipple into his mouth roughly. Emma cried out, fisting his hair into her hands, pulling him into her chest. He released her nipple with a pop and attacked the other, just as fiercely. The man could do amazing things with that skilled mouth, one would never even know he only had one hand. Hell, he could have no hands and be able to please a woman.

Emma pulls his face up and crushes her lips on his, moaning deeply into his mouth, opening her mouth for his tongue. Emma is at a loss for words, unable to provide sweet encouragements. Hook can't bring himself to part from her mouth to whisper into her ear, they would hopefully have time for talking later. They both needed to get the physical need and frustration out of their systems before anything else.

They brake the kiss long enough to breath before connecting mouths again, Hook rocking his hips under her, impaling her as far down as she could go. Her moan entices him to continue the fucking, pounding her down onto him with all the strength he has. She enjoys the roughness, needing the feel of being pulverized by the attractive man below her. The dull ache in her pussy slowly easing as she adjusted to his size, turning into a pleasing tingle she craved. Never before has she felt so connected with someone, especially someone she hardly knew.

"Swan, I…" Hook starts, panting loudly with his exertions. He doesn't falter in his timing, squeezing her harder against him.

"Shut up, just fuck me!" she demands, breathing equally as hard. She covers his mouth with her right hand and places her left around his neck for leverage. Rocking this closely allows her clit to be stimulated against his skin, adding to the pressure building. Feeling his own release nearing, he picks up the pace to a frantic rhythm, moans escaping through Emma's fingers. She removes her hand so she can hear his pleasure, using the primal sounds he makes to help get her off.

"Good girl, that's it. Use me." He strains, watching her head fall back as she rocks her hips hard against his. She moans loudly at his words, encouraging him to continue. "That's it, use my cock to please you." His accent and tone get her so close to orgasm she can almost taste it. She's right on the edge, grasping any part of the pirate's body she could.

She cries out obscenities as she cums in a torrent on his cock, wave after wave rushing through her, resonating deeply within her. She is vaguely aware of the guttural moans coming from the man below her, chasing his own release, extremely aroused by the site of her orgasm. With a few more thrusts, he pulls her down back to reality with the most passionate kiss she's ever experienced while he stiffens under her, short and quick thrusts while he finishes inside her tight heat.

She feels the vibrations from his growl on her lips, sinking into his kiss further as they bask in the afterglow of sex. She pulls her face away from his, staring into his eyes, searching for anything that might be there. He gives her a tired smile, brushing a lock of hair from her face before moaning again. Now that the moment is gone, she realizes what she has done as more than just a fuck to get the edge off. Her whole interrogation had started off knowing he knew nothing and just wanting the beautiful pirate to fuck her senseless, and she wasn't disappointed. She was worried. She felt something more than just primal need, it was an emotional need for him, and it terrified her.

Without a word, she quickly hops off the bed, using a discarded sheet to clean herself up with, secretly enjoying how his warm seed dripped down the sides of her thighs. His eyes never left her body as she began dressing silently, leaving himself comfortably bare.

"Thanks," Emma says curtly, staring at her feet as she zips her boots up her calves.

Hook gives her his signature lady-killer smirk, "For the sex?"

"For the information," she replies, looking up at him blankly. Her heart is beating heavily in her chest as she sees the slightest tinge of hurt in his eyes at her words. She was being cruel on purpose, not wanting him to know it was more than an itch being scratched.

"Well, I'm glad I could be of service, Milady," he says sarcastically, bowing his head at her. She grabs a clean sheet from a chair in the room and covers him from the hips down, tucking the sides in slightly. Starting into his eyes, wanting to distract him, she quietly attaches the handcuff to the side of the bed, then to his wrist with an obvious clink. He looks stunned, unable to fathom why she was locking him to the bed after what just happened between them.

"I'm sorry," she began sincerely. She didn't' want to lock him there again, but she couldn't afford for him fuck things up around town, or with her heart he was beginning to win over. "I don't have a choice."

"You can't be serious," he said, almost pleading, pulling at the cuff, testing the hold. He could see the sorrow in her eyes as she turned around, pushed the curtain aside, unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway. The door shutting loudly behind her. He sat amazed and hurt. His body was just used for sex. He'd done it to so many women before, it must be catching up to him. "Guess I deserve that," he laughs quietly to himself, waiting a few minutes before attempting to break free of the cuff and go searching for the woman that used his body better than anyone ever could.

AN: What did you think? I hope you enjoyed it! I liked writing this version of them. Reviews and suggestions always welcomed! Please PM any requests or prompts you'd like me to try! I'll try to get back to you promptly! - Bailey