Emma leisurely walked along the docks, coming to the last one where she knew the Jolly Roger was. The sand from the last time she was there had yet to wash away from the gangplank, making it easy to locate and board. Her back pocket had a weight to it, a weight she wasn't used to carrying, and she found herself a bit nervous as to why she was there.
As soon as she was on the deck, her eyes landed on Hook, who had his sword across his lap, sharpening it. The sound of her footsteps found his ears, and he immediately looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Emma, love, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Emma reached into her back pocket, pulling the tattered scarf from the confines and held it out to him. "I came to return this."
He eyes the scarf, confused. "You've had that in your possession for a long while. Why return it now?"
Emma gave him a pointed look. "I just had a nice little conversation with our resident shrunken giant." She walked forward, still holding out the scarf. "Turns out he's a vegetarian."
Hook could sense where the conversation was headed. He knew he'd been found out, but he was going to do his best not to let the cat out of the bag just yet. "How unfortunate. Meats are a rather delicious staple."
Emma's eyebrow shot up of its own accord. "Yeah. Real unfortunate." She noticed he'd taken another step forward and had reached up to take the other end of the scarf in his hand, but didn't let go.
"Is there something you want, love?" He took another step forward, eyeing her lips for a second before meeting her eyes once more.
"Giants can't smell blood, can they?" she asked, knowing the answer already. She'd asked Anton himself, and it brought her back to the scar on her hand. The flutter in her heart she'd felt when he'd taken such gentle care of her hand came back as well. She hadn't even noticed the cut and had pushed him away when he tried to help. Of course, he'd tried to come up with an excuse to help her. Looking back, with bandaging the cut, throwing the sword fight so she could take the portal back, and keeping her family safe from the villains in town, all he'd ever done was help her.
He shook his head slightly, leaning in more. "No, love, they can't."
Emma hesitantly closed the distance between them, her lips pressed lightly to his. He let her set the pace, knowing that this was a big step for her and an even bigger one toward things to come. He pulled away slightly before she closed the gap again, her lips a little more insistent on his. The spark between them was undeniable to either of them now, and the overwhelming sensation combined with the need for air made her pull away.
"Don't lie to me anymore, okay?" she said, smiling up at him a bit.
"Cross my heart, Emma." He leaned in close enough for their lips to barely be touching. "Cross my heart."