"Alright, love. Let's see what you've got." The words were a flirtatious challenge. Emma and he had been invited to a costume party. She'd refused to tell him what attire she'd chosen, instead making him wait in the living room. He'd taken the easy route and donned his more notorious attire – full leathers, red and black vest, coal around the eyes. He was every bit the Captain Hook that he once had been. Perhaps it was that which spurred his impatience, for he was not well acquainted with having to wait as a Captain on his ship.
He was expecting her from the other direction, and so when she called out his name from behind him, he had no opportunity to school his expression. Shock and raw hunger ate at him. His Swan had apparently had a similar thought with regard to the evening's entertainments. She was dressed in black leather from head to toe. While his thoughts turned lustful in the blink of an eye, when he looked into her face, he found she was holding back laughter.
It was then he noticed. Swan had not merely had a similar thought – she'd had the exact thought. She had dressed herself, save her hair, identically. She was going to this bloody party dressed as Captain Hook.
"And what, may I ask, is your intention?"
She lost the thin thread of control she'd been able to exercise thus far at the affront in his words, and burst into laughter. They would be attending the party as twins! She could hardly wait to see the faces of her parents when they walked through the door. She'd expected a few chuckles, but with him having chosen the same costume, they were sure to make an entrance. Attempting to breathe slowly so that she could respond to his question, she approached him and whispered against his lips, "That's a little old-fashioned of a question, is it not?"
He didn't wait to respond, instead pulling her to him and claiming her mouth.