Emma sat quietly on the park bench, her hands in her lap, whisps of her long blonde hair curling around her face, blown by the strong wind. The river swirled by madly, echoing her own indecisive thoughts.

This is for the best, she thought determinedly. This is what's good for Henry. This is safe. This is what's best for my son.

She ran the words over and over in her mind, attempting to block out the memory of piercing blue eyes and the challenging words, which despite her best efforts, still echoed clearly in her mind.

" What's best for him? Or what's best for you?"

She had made her decision, she had made it months ago. Why was this suddenly so hard?

" This is what's best for Henry" she said out loud. Firmly.

"Having second thoughts Swan?" A familiar husky voice asked.

Emma sat up with a start. She cursed inwardly when she felt her heart skip a beat. He just surprised me, thats all, she told herself. Emma looked up, her eyes meeting his. He smiled at her hesitantly, his blue eyes still smoldering, even in the brightness of the day.

"Why are you here Hook?" She asked defensively .

" The very same reason I've always been here Emma " He replied softly, his eyes suddenly serious.

Emma swallowed audibly. Her heart was beating all too fast. She stood up abruptly, for once she had no witty reply, no sarcastic comment. Her heart was in her throat, and there was no room for words to come out. She looked away from Hooks dark gaze, worried she might drown in the crystal sea that was his eyes. She turned away, determined to keep walking and not look back, when she felt the soft pressure of his hand on the bare skin of her wrist.

"Emma" Hook whispered hoarsely.

His fingertips lay against the pulse point in her wrist, she wondered if he could feel her heart racing, beating frantically under his hand.

"Please" He said softly, his fingers curled around her wrist, digging in to the point of almost pain.

Emma closed her eyes, clenched her jaw.

Dont turn around. Don't turn around. Don't turn around.

"Please" He said again, his voice low, intimate. He stepped closer, keeping his harsh grip on her wrist. She felt her whole body tremble at the feel of his chest pressed against her back.

"Don't" She managed to gasp out, her careful control hanging by a rapidly fraying thread.

He came closer still, slidding his other arm around her waist. She felt the cold hard metal of his hook press against her stomach. Her breath came faster as she felt the warm press of his mouth on her neck. A low moan escaped her as the feather light kisses along her skin turned into slight grazes of teeth. He bit slowly along her collarbone, his mouth wet, hot.

He dragged his lips from her shoulder up to the long pale line of her neck. Emma found herself arching her neck back to give him more access, leaning against the firm strength of his body despite herself. She twisted her hips slowly, a hot wet feeling curling through her when she felt him, thick and hard, pressed against her ass. Hooks breathing had turned heavy, his arms holding her firm against him. He pushed his face into her long blonde hair, inhaling the scent of her.

"Emma" Her name fell out of his mouth in a moan, and she turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. Her breast were pressed flush against his chest, her nipples hard against the leather of his coat.

He stared at her, her hair tossled around her shoulders like a cloud. Her bleu eyes sparkling. His good hand left her wrist, slid along her face, cupping her cheek.

"Killian" she whispered.

He leaned in close, and for a moment they stood still, simply looking into each others eyes, lips a breath apart. The rush of the river the only sound apart from their harsh breaths.

Emma tilted her head to the side, her eyes drifted shut.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

He did. A soft press of his lips against hers. Her arms wound around his neck, slidding her hands through his sinfully soft hair. He kissed her again, harder, more fiercely. Holding her tight, as if he would never let her go. They kissed until she was breathless, senseless, pliant in his arms.

"Emma" Hook breathed against her lips." Stay."

He kissed he again, hard. He slid his hands along her back, down and up again, trapping her lower lip between his teeth once more. Emma let out a soft sound, her arms drapped along the back of his neck.

"Stay" Hook said again, his voice low and rough. He balled his hands into her thick hair, pulling her in for another kiss.

"Stay with me"

Emma placed her hand against his check, she stared at him, unable to look away even if she had wanted too. Hooks eyes searched her face, waiting for an answer

"Yes"