"Swan, are you sure about this?"
"Yeah, no, we're good, just don't touch anything that will make it move or turn on the radio" she says, motioning to the bug's panel and the gear stick, "and definitely don't touch the horn! Actually, don't even get near the horn...you know what, maybe we should just try the backseat..."
"Do we even fit in there?" His incredulity is actually hilarious.
"Oh please! The big bad pirate has never been with a woman in a small confined space? I find that very hard to believe..."
She doesn't even let him answer before she pulls his body flush against hers and starts to kiss him hungrily, enticingly, knowing he's never able to resist her like this, so willing and ready. To seal the deal, she puts on a wicked smile and uses the most seductive voice her own breathlessness can muster.
"Don't worry, Killian, I've done this before...just let me guide you through it!"
Now her mouth is on his neck and her hands are everywhere, and he knows he has to move fast before he's too far gone. With the little strength and willpower he has left, he untangles himself from her and puts a few good inches between them, making her frown.
"What the hell? What's wrong?"
"Alright, love, don't get me wrong, but as much as I find this sneaking out situation we have going on here incredibly sexy because believe me, I do, this...this is too much."
"Well then what do you suggest we do? I can't exactly go see you at Granny's or take you out of town without raising suspicion, now can I?"
No, he supposes she can't. Because they'd inadvertently brought back Robin's supposedly dead wife from their little trip to the Enchanted Forest of the past, they can't just go around flaunting their happiness to Regina. That means keeping their relationship secret not only to the mayor, but everyone else in this bloody small town where everyone knows each other and no-one can keep a secret, starting with Emma's own mother. He understands that and is actually thrilled, because even having a relationship at all under these circumstances means that Emma has indeed finally and irrevocably opened herself to love and to him. No, this isn't what his sudden distance is about. But she doesn't know it yet, so she continues with her half-plea, half-apology.
"I mean, I know stealing kisses in the back alley or spending the night in my car aren't the most romantic of scenarios, but there's not much else we can do at this point!" Unless we don't do this at all, she thinks, and panic quickly spreads through her. He doesn't remember her ever showing him more vulnerability than she is right now and curses himself for making his Swan feel like this even for a few moments. He takes solace in the fact that it's gonna be over soon, because she's given him his cue.
"Ah! Speaking of romance, would the lady open her vehicle's trunk, if she pleases."
She's confused but does what she's told, popping the hood open and revealing thick blankets, a couple of bottles of rum and a battery-powered lamp. Emma's not sure whether she's more touched by the gesture, relieved that this isn't going the way she feared or miffed that she ever thought that the man beside her would ever be like every other man before him.
"When did you put this here?"
"Weeeeell", he starts, with a sheepish expression that is barely masking his pride, "you know how you told me this morning we would be coming here to these woods in the middle of the night when the only people awake are at The Rabbit Hole, which is on the other side of town?"
"Yeah?"
"I may have said to the little Hood lad that it would be fun to push that annoying box that screams there's a fire at the inn while yours truly was supposedly at the docks!"
"And with everyone gathered around the sheriff", she points to herself, "and the building you had no problem getting my keys from the station and loading the trunk without being seen. Nice!"
"Pirate!" Wink.
As she smiles and gets closer she remembers that no, wait, because she is the sheriff she shouldn't condone this sort of behavior. "You know pushing a fire alarm without a fire is a crime though, right?"
"Surely you wouldn't arrest a child, Swan!"
"Oh no, not a child", she growls playfully. "The confessed adult mastermind behind it, however..."
"...has a hook for a hand while your fire weapon is back inside the car, out of immediate reach." How he manages to sound so menacing and sexy at the same time, she'll never know. But hey, she has moves too.
"That may be" she starts, reaching into her back pocket and coming up with a pair of handcuffs, "but I have these!"
"Oooh!" His lips are puckered exaggeratedly and they quickly morph into a playful grin. "It's been a while, Swan, I was beginning to think you weren't as into this as I thought!"
She comes closer, and with a click one of the cuffs is neatly locked around his right wrist. "Well you were beginning to think wrong!"
"You do know how these work though, right? I am still free!"
Moving her left hand up from his wrist to lay on his shoulder, she grabs his left arm for balance and gets her mouth to his ear to whisper. "Then we'd better unload the trunk and go find just the perfect spot to get them to fulfill their purpose!"
"Hmmmmmmm..." He bites his lower lip playfully and close his eyes in anticipation. "As you wish!"
Their provisions in his arms, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek and practically skips further into the woods, the still free cuff bouncing back and forth and shining under the moonlight. She can't contain her laughter as she's right behind, following him for once.