Hello everyone! Decided I would do something fluffy to sooth my brain - a very slight (emphasis on very) chance the rating might change. other than that - enjoy the continued entanglement of our favorite pirate and savior!

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Emma grabbed the two paper grocery bags from the back seat of the yellow bug, one in each arm before turning and kicking the door closed behind her. It had been a long day and she was already fantasizing how good it was going to feel to kick off her shoes, change into some flannel PJ's and pour herself a glass of wine. Maybe she'd watch a movie, listen to some music, definitely cook good food for a late night supper - it was the weekend after all. Emma was a tiny bit disappointed she was going to be alone for yet another Saturday night, what with everyone else busy and Henry at a sleepover. She kicked the apartment building door open and slid inside, climbing the stairs as she absently thought that she could still find some enjoyment in another quiet evening. She let out a weary exhale at the thought, looking up from her contemplative study of her feet and froze. Sitting at the top of the stairs not five feet in front of her, wearing that black leather coat of his with the shiny tassels and elbows resting casually on his knees sat Hook. A slow smile spread across his face when he saw she'd noticed him at last, bright blue eyes lighting up as he took her in.

"Hey beautiful," He greeted her with a grin, making no move to get up and out of her way.

"Hook, what the hell are you doing here?" Emma demanded with an exasperated sigh. It had barely been a day since the clothes stealing, town hall fiasco. She thought she'd at least get two before he retaliated. And yes - she had no doubt what so ever that was exactly why he was here.

"Do I not merit the privilege of visits to your home yet?" he asked slyly.

"You don't visit, you break in," Emma told him, shifting the grocery bags in her arms for a better grip, "which leaves me wondering why you're waiting for me at the top of the stairs instead of inside."

He gave her that shrug of his that could mean everything and nothing.

"Perhaps I couldn't wait that long to see you."

"Riiiiight," Emma smirked "You couldn't pick my new lock could you?"

"Honestly love, did you enchant the bloody thing?" he asked by way of admission, just a little frustration by his failure showing on his face. Officially worth every penny Emma thought chuckling, stepping over and around him to make her way to the apartment. She felt him smoothly get up to follow her.

"How's your ship?" Emma asked sweetly.

"Currently housing a flock of shit hawks, my thanks for that," he answered sarcastically. She very nearly bust out laughing, she'd never heard anyone call seagulls 'shit hawks' before.

"Well then," she said, still trying to smother her laughter as turned around to face Killian.

"I assume you're here to retaliate?"

Hook raised an eyebrow, "for recompense actually,"

"Ha!" Emma almost snorted "you're funny."

"Not money, I require lodgings until the havoc you've wreaked on my ship can be dealt with." Emma stared at him blankly for a moment while he gave her a meaningful look, rugged face barely concealing that mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Annnnd the funny just keeps on coming."

"Least you can do lass."

"You're not staying with me Hook," Emma told him firmly, turning her back on him.

"You would leave me at the mercy of a cold night with no where to go?" he pouted, watching her put one of her bags down so she could fiddle with her keys.

"Don't be such a drama queen, you can rent a room from Granny," Emma pointed out reasonably.

"Alas, I've no money," he said with a dramatic sigh, laying it on thick. She rolled her eyes at the door in front of her.

"Right, just all that useless gold of yours."

His hand reached over her shoulder to press against the door as he leaned in.

"I find sometimes the coin one wants isn't gold," he whispered into her ear. Ok, every hair was now standing on end at the back of her neck, how he did that she would never know. Emma looked over her shoulder just in time to see him do something absolutely sinful with his tongue and just barely managed to hide how her breath hitched. Looks like the one he was giving her at this moment should be fucking illegal.

"What brand of coin would convince you to take me in dear Emma?" he asked in a whisper. Well… Emma had just been a little disappointed at her lack of compan- NO! She would not be seduced by his stupid sexy tricks and his stupid sexy face! There was no way in hell he wasn't up to something, he was too… too… he wasn't coming in!

"A new dryer, better get on it," Emma said brightly, making him frown - obviously not the response he'd hoped for.

"Tell Granny to put your room on my tab," Emma offered as he pulled his hand back, she did sort of owe him that at the very least. She unlocked her door and bent down to pick up the paper bag of groceries, only to see Hook had already snatched it from the floor.

"Allow me," he offered. Right, exactly how dumb did he think she was?

"I've got it, thanks," she said, reaching to take it back from him. He pulled it out of her reach.

"I insist," he said innocently "my honour as a gentleman demands it."

"Yeah, cause the 'gentleman' just wants to help, not you know, get through the door," Emma replied, as if the 'gentleman' part was questionable "nice try Hook." She reached for the bag again and once more Killian pulled it out of her reach, grinning. Emma's eyes narrowed.

"Hand it over war amps," she growled, making a quicker grab for it.

"Ah, more sweet endearments!" Hook laughed, easily evading her attempt to snag it from him. "I think your soft spot is showing Swan."

"So that's your plan? Hold my groceries hostage?" she asked with a wry expression. Sadly he'd grabbed the bag with the wine, so it actually might work.

"If you ever wish to see the contents of this brown bag again," he said in a playfully dire tone "you'll have to invite me in for a spell."

"Extortionist."

"Pirate," he corrected her, winking. Emma sighed, reluctantly looking behind her to the open door. She looked back as if about to concede, then her eyes locked on to something behind him and her expression suddenly turned to surprised.

"David what are you doing here?" she asked in disbelief.

Killian almost cursed under his breath, her parents must have bloody magical radar when it came to him. He turned to look back, the savvy mixture of placating words and smartass remarks already running through his head. However his eyes saw nothing but the empty hall behind him. He was confused for a second until he felt Emma tear the bag from his unsuspecting arms.

That little minx-

He whipped his head back just in time to see Emma had run inside and was already trying to slam the door behind her.

Oh no you don't love-

Without thinking he put his foot forward to keep the door wedged open. His miscalculation in that, of course, was not expecting how hard she'd attempted to close said door.

WHAM!

"Bloody hell!"

The door bounced off his foot, flinging it back open as Killian reeled back in pain. Emma watched as he hopped on his good foot, grabbing at his ankle as his back hit the wall and he slid to the floor cursing violently.

"What did you do that for!?" she demanded in alarm, quickly putting both bags on the floor and making towards him.

"Think that's my line love," Killian hissed between grit teeth. Emma knelt next to him and gently examined his ankle, already feeling the heat in it as she palpitated the skin gently.

"You're an idiot."

"Ow! And your bedside manner is unparalleled," he retorted, wincing at her touch.

"Must be my motherly instincts," she answered sarcastically. "Ok, not broken, can you stand?"

"May… need some help."

Emma looked into her apartment and sighed, not exactly many choices lay before her - if she hadn't felt the ankle swelling she would have sworn to a higher power he'd arranged the whole damn thing.

"Well, you got your damn wish, come on," she sighed, putting his arm over her shoulder and helping him stand.

"Why Swan, I'm honoured you'd extend me your hospitality," he grunted with a crooked smirk while she helped steady him.

"You are not staying the night, I'll patch your ankle and then I'm kicking you out to the bed and breakfast," she warned him firmly, helping him limp into the apartment.

"Of course love," he agreed, far too quickly for Emma's liking.

"I mean it."

"Of course love."

God, she could just choke him sometimes. Smug bastard she thought kicking the door shut behind her.

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