Hello everyone. So I started this drabble series. Most of it will be HookxEmma, because their an OTP. I want to give a special thanks to Jay's Song, Heart and Soul - Sunny, Erza Scarlet Tribute - Cinders, Willowwhisker, and Ryler, for inspiration and ideas.

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My Heart is a Lock, But You Have the Key

By: Move Like A Soldier

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~Chapter One~

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She didn't know why she was watching him.

Maybe she enjoyed the firelight flickering in his eyes.

Emma sat dazedly in the armchair on the first floor. Hook was leaned back, watching the fire from his seat. Honestly, he annoyed her so much at times. What with his calling her 'love' and the way he found her, trying to jog her memories with a kiss. A kiss. And the way he acts like he's the one who knows everything about his ship after countless stories have been written about him, and his crew, and the Jolly Rodger.

Sure, he was cute, and his eyes danced with the flames of the fire as he sat. He always looked so peaceful and she never understood why, and that was another thing that annoyed her. Looks didn't matter to her in her book, even though she did prefer it, no one was perfect. Well, maybe.

"What you need, love?"

Emma jumped, her hand flying to her heart, chestnut eyes widening. She looked at him with a shocked expression on her face. "Jesus Christ, Hook! You scared me."

"Evidently." Was his reply. He turned his head and looked at her full on. Emma noticed all the details in his face. Like the light upturn of his lips and his eyes that twinkled with mischief. "You jumped six centimeters into the air."

Emma sighed, running her hands down her face, and leaning back into her chair. "I'm just.. tired." she said, drowsiness hitting her all of a sudden.

"Aren't we all, love." -pause- "Why don't you catch some shut eye." He stated, stifling a yawn and snuggling into the love-seat.

Emma was about to protest, as she usually did - usually, not always - but the idea of sleep sounded really good. Like, really good. She stood, hand over her mouth as she was engulfed by a yawn. "That actually sounds great."

Hook looked at her, a small smile playing his delicate lips. "I get great ideas occasionally. Goodnight, Swan."

"Night."

Emma started to walk, and got a good half way across the carpet before she got her foot caught on a small upturned bit, causing her to slip and fall. She didn't hit the ground as she thought she would. Hook's arms flew out and caught her before she could make impact.

She turned her head slightly, seeing the floor inches away from her head, which Hook was holding up wit his hand. He brought her up, looking at her with that odd twinkle in his eyes.

"Thanks." Was what Emma could say. Probably the only word that flashed into her head.

Hook - unexpectedly - kissed her forehead, and then helped her up. She stood, the spot where his lips had touched blazing.

"Goodnight Hook. Thanks." she said, keeping her voice steady.

"Any time, my love."

Her heart skipped a beat.

He had said 'my'.