A/N: Yes, I'm starting another one and no, I probably shouldn't be. But unfortunately these two idiots have way too much chemistry and give me one too many ideas that I can't resist writing out. This fic will be a multi-chap and I'll be working on it when I need some time away from the on-off again relationship I have with my other fic - Looking For Trouble.

This story won't be that long. It's based post-Neverland, having found Henry. The gang are on the journey home aboard the Jolly Rodger, where our favourite pirate is trying to seduce our favourite sheriff into finally being with him. And she is still trying to fight him on it.

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Disclaimer: I own none of these characters or OUAT - it's all Adam and Eddy's masterpiece!

(Revised and re-edited August 2014)

Part 1: Resistance

She exited her cabin quietly, frustrated that she still couldn't get a decent night's sleep.

Everyone else seemed to have passed out completely. Now that Henry had been found, the long journey home had finally begun. Unlike their voyage here, as they sailed away from Neverland, the atmosphere had been considerably lighter, everyone could breathe a little easier and sleep a lot heavier. Thanks to Regina and Rumpelstiltskin, the ship had been spelled to follow the coordinates for their journey during the night so Hook could get some shut eye too. Without another bean and portal to provide a short cut, they would have to sail their way to the edge of Neverland, following the stars for guidance - until they reached the passage through the realms. The fairies had promised them they'd know it when they see it, and once they safely made it through there, they would be able to pass through to their own realm.

Rubbing her eyes blearily she didn't notice when light footsteps approached from behind.

"Swan, shouldn't you be asleep?"

Figures it would be him.

He always seemed to be awake to the point that she wondered if he every actually slept. She'd caught him up on deck numerous times when dreams of Henry had been haunting her, and was beginning to wonder if the pirate had some kind of nocturnal complex.

Which wouldn't work since he doesn't sleep during the day either.

"Shouldn't you?"

"Touche," he studied her carefully. "Lass, most people having been what you've just gone through would be exhausted. Least of all in bed like the rest of your little troop"

She shrugged. Sensing he wasn't going to back off without an explanation she rolled her eyes, "I couldn't get comfortable, I guess your old crew weren't too kind to their beds"

He snorted, "I don't doubt it. A few of them had a penchant for removing the springs and replacing them with loot they'd acquired over time"

"Of course they did"

The half-laced sarcasm was not what he'd expected, and was more a testament to how tired she was.

"You know Swan, there are other options" He'd shuffled closer, his expression serious as though providing a genuine offer. But even in her sleep-rumpled state Emma noticed the wicked gleam to his eye.

"You're always welcome to use mine"

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "Yes, you've made that offer clear since the moment I stepped on deck"

"And you've yet to take me up on it princess," he watched as her mouth twitched at the title, knowing how much she hated it. "After all," his mouth suddenly found its way next to her ear, "my bed is your bed"

Turning his head in towards her, she found herself being assaulted by the rich salty scent of the sea. And rum. The result was rather intoxicating, and Emma completely forgot how tired she was for a second. He hadn't made any move to fall back, and if she were to turn a little to her left they would be nose to nose against each other.

She couldn't remember why that would be a bad thing.

Typical Hook.

He'd been flirting with her since they'd met, and it had only become more frequent and shameless since they'd started their journey aboard the Jolly Rodger. He'd suffered more than one punch from her father and herself.

And yet it only seemed to goad him on.

What wasn't typical was how recently the flirting had grown more intense. And she'd even found herself flirting back.

She had no idea what happened, but somewhere along the line, that spark that had ignited on that beanstalk had started slowly burning into a full grown flame. The heat that was simmering beneath the surface of every new touch, smirk and stare between them. It was almost mocking them at this point, as if to say get on with it. At least before Emma could tamper it down by thinking of Henry and the mission to get him back.

Now he was back.

And she was running out of excuses.

And she had a feeling Hook knew that.

"Okay."

She barely knew she'd said it, until she did. Even Hook fell back a little – more startled by her response than she was.

"Let's go then"

And with that she headed for his cabin, the pirate hot on her heels.

There was silence as they got ready for bed.

If he was any more shocked that she had actually taken him up on his offer, he didn't show it. As soon as they'd entered he'd gestured for her to make herself comfortable and went about getting himself ready to sleep.

She noticed he was eyeing his Hook, seeming unsure about taking it off, possibly not used to having an audience while doing so.

"Take it off."

Startled, for the second time by the woman he claimed he could read like a book, he just looked at her questioningly.

"Just take it off," she nodded her head at him.

He smirked at her fully before she could comprehend what she'd said.

"Well if you insist Swan," his hand moved to the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them quite quickly considering he was only using one set of fingers. "If you wish for some entertainment, I won't be one to deny you"

Cocky git.

"That's not what I meant and you know it"

Still she found it hard to look away when his shirt made it to the floor. His physique really was quite impressive.

"Judging by the way you're staring love, I'd wager this was exactly what you meant"

His words snapped her out of it and she rolled her eyes. "You are so damn full of yourself"

Stalking over to him, she made to grab his arm with the hook attached, but found it winding itself around and effectively locking her in his embrace.

"Well here we are again lass," his eyes bore into hers, the intensity with which he looked at her almost making her breathless. Moving a stray hair from her face, he rested his hand in her hair stroking the strands softly, "no giant traps this time around," she could literally feel his breath on her lips as he came closer, "no family to interrupt…no beasts to attack…no Neverland around us…" the seductive tone to his words not lost on her, "are you still going to deny this?"

Was she?

Whatever the hell this was she didn't know. All she knew was that she did want him.

Very much so.

Whatever question her mind posed about him, her body would instantly betray it, yearning for him and his touch.

There had been a few times she'd given in. Secret encounters in the forests of Neverland. Their lips fused together in the heat of the moment, bodies pressed up close, hands wandering everywhere and anywhere. They had never crossed the line though, her resistance always pulling them back.

And yet she still kept coming back to him again.

Moving her hands over his chest, she was almost stroking him as she brought them to rest on his shoulders. She watched as he closed his eyes, biting back a moan at her touch. But still he didn't close the gap between them.

That would be her call.

Her decision.

"I came here to sleep."

The emphasis on the final word had him letting her go, disappointed that they would not be ending this dance tonight. Emma felt weary, though not for sleep as she claimed. At this point she felt too buzzed, her body too wired to just fall asleep as she had wanted to.

Seeing him reluctantly start to undo his hook and attachment, she took a few moment to idly look around his quarters. She'd been in here before when discussing which parts of the island to hit next in their search and had always found them rather plush for a pirate captain's quarters.

But then, he was the captain. And he was a pirate.

There were many ways he could have seen fit to accommodate himself with finer living arrangements than the norm. She noticed at this point that the only light from the room was coming from a low light lamp by his bedside. It provided enough light for the room, but was dimmed enough to create a certain ambiance.

Kind of like mood lighting.

Turning to question him, she froze.

Her jaw dropped.

Words literally escaped her.

There he was.

Just standing there.

In front of her.

Naked.

Completely and utterly

naked.

She really shouldn't have...but hell if she could help it. Her eyes wandered over his entire form. Top to bottom.

Oh my.

For a man whose arrogance over his looks and prowess could border on obscene at times, looking him over now, she found she really couldn't argue with him. Chiselled features, toned chest, powerful thighs, lean muscular biceps – that she'd felt under her hands on more than one occasion.

He was magnificent.

Truly striking in every way.

She'd forgotten to stop staring at this point, considering it was hard not to. There was not a single thing about him that could stop her, not even the stunted arm of his that she noticed he'd partially hidden with the angle he was standing at. Feeling every part the voyeur already, she really couldn't avoid perusing the entire package that was Captain Hook. As her eyes drifted distinctly lower of their own volition she realized just how much he really could be cocky about.

Holy...

The room suddenly felt really really hot.

She could feel every layer of clothing she was wearing, and it all felt like too much. Which was saying something considering all she had on was a thin tank and pyjama pants.

"You know love, it's rude to stare."

Her head snapped to his and she wanted to slap herself. He had the most egotistical look on his face yet. A salacious smirk that was practically screaming that he knew.

That she wanted him.

Despite all her protests and defiance and pseudo-annoyance, Emma Swan wanted Captain Hook.

In her pants.

Stat!

God she could kill herself right now.

To make matters worse she could feel herself flushing, her face probably resembling the world's brightest tomato at this point. And if she had been praying that Hook hadn't noticed then she was shit out of luck judging by the way his expression transformed to a sly grin. His eyes were practically sparkling with mirth.

"You know pirate, it's also rude to be indecent around company"

"Sweetheart, you just molested me with your eyes and you're claiming I'm being indecent"

"I was NOT molesting you"

"I don't blame you princess, I've been told I'm rather startling. Striking even"

"You're not that hot Hook"

"Then why can't you take your eyes off me?"

"I'm looking at you because I'm talking to you, you egotistical ass! It's called common courtesy"

"Try saying that without licking your lips"

"My mouth was dry"

"That's a poor excuse, even for you Swan"

"It's not an excuse you damn jerk!"

"My eyes are up here lass"

"Urgh whatever! Put your damn clothes back on"

"I thought you wanted to sleep?"

"YES I do!"

"Well this is how I sleep"

"You sleep. In. The. Nude."

He smirked.

Of course he did.

Bastard.

She hated the way he was looking at her right now.

Shameless asshole.

She felt like he was trying to prove a point. Like having him in close quarters with her, without a stitch of clothing was somehow going to make her jump him like some horny teenager.

Well that was not going to happen.

"Hate to break it you Hook but no way are you sleeping like that tonight." He raised an eyebrow as though daring her to continue, "I am not sleeping in a bed with a naked you. So find your pants because that is not happening"

He laughed.

He actually laughed.

"In that case Swan you're welcome to get comfy on the floor. I decide how I sleep in my bed, and if that is too uncomfortable for your delicate princess sensibilities then I suggest you find somewhere else to sleep for the night"

Shocked, she watched as he turned to get into bed, while trying and failing not to notice his fantastic behind.

He slipped under his covers, folded his arms behind his head, completely at ease and presumed to watch her like a hawk. He was waiting for her reaction, and that's when she realized what he was doing.

He was goading her.

She had constantly denied this thing between them for so long, and even just then when he'd given her a chance to admit to it a few minutes ago. In rejecting to do so he was now pushing her buttons. On purpose. Challenging her to keep up the ruse between them.

And it was working.

Dammit.

The way he was looking at her was maddening. The self-assured cocky manner with which he was holding himself, the confident look in his eyes, that knowing smirk on his face practically screaming with smugness. He had her exactly where he wanted her. All flustered and pretty much swooning at his goddamn feet. It had clearly stroked his ego to bounds beyond even she thought he had.

And there was no way she was going to let it stand.

No.

Two can play that game.

"Fine."

She spied two eyebrows shooting up from the corner of her eye, as she threw aside the covers and hopped in. Making sure to act completely nonchalant, she made herself comfortable, knowing he was watching her every move.

Carefully.

Killian wasn't sure what move she was making but he would be lying if he denied that her sudden acquiescence didn't unnerve him.

He was soon distracted from figuring out her agenda by, well, her. She was making herself comfortable in his bed (a fact that made him practically giddy inside) and as she lay her head down he couldn't help noticing how the soft lighting bounced off her hair in the most ethereal glow. Those soft curls cascading down her shoulders. What he wouldn't give to run his hand through them, fisting them between his fingers in the midst of passion.

And it would be passionate.

There was no doubt about that.

His Swan was a force to be reckoned with. Strong, determined, a will hard enough to contend with his own - which it often did. With words, with weapons, either way there was always a constant heat between them.

And he for one wanted to ignite it.

He wanted to take her.

Wanted to show her how all that passion, the lust, that never ending hunger that he had for her, could be used to bring them both more pleasure than they'd ever known.

He knew she desired him just as much. The craving she had to end this seemingly endless dance with him was there. He knew it. But she was still fighting it.

It wasn't in her nature to just give in.

Not to anything.

Or anyone.

But this once she was going to have to make an exception.

Because he sure as hell wasn't giving up.

Screw being a gentleman.

A man not willing to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.

Lost in his thoughts, his desires of what he wanted to do to her, he noticed then that she was watching him back.

Those beautiful green eyes of hers gazing intently into his own. Almost like she knew what he was thinking. Oh if only…

She would know soon enough. The way she had looked at him earlier, no woman had truly seen him in such a way in longer than he cared to remember. Not since he'd gained a hook and a villainous reputation. There had been many women since Milah that had eyed him with the look of desire, with lust and appreciation that had them in his bed quicker than they could blink. Yet no one had looked at him like Emma. The look of complete unconditional awe.

The way she was looking at him now.

Her curls fanned out on his pillows exactly as he had pictured them numerous times. The soft glow surrounding them, the small smile on the corner of her lips. She looked at him from under those long thick lashes of hers.

He memorized every inch of this moment, ingraining the picture to memory. Emma Swan looking all kinds of sweet and vulnerable and bloody beautiful - maddeningly so that he never wanted her to leave his sight.

And then she moved.

Closer.

Inching nearer to him, bit by bit…

Her lips coming ever so close.

His heart began thundering within his chest.

Her tongue darting out to run, oh so slowly over her bottom lip…

…so very close…

Feeling her breath on him he closed his eyes leaning in, yielding to her tempting offer.

Disbelief that it was finally happening.

Finally.

…

only

…it never came.

Confused, he looked at her.

A hairsbreadth away.

With a full blown smirk on her face.

"You want to put that light out now?"

She couldn't have done it better than if she'd thrown a bucket of ice cold water all over him.

Refusing to acknowledge the double entendre, he scowled as he turned over to blow out the candle. It was almost poetic how he extinguished the flame as she had just done to him.

Fucking Swan.

Bloody temptress.

She was like a siren with her soft feminine wiles and seductive eyes – all likely to bring a man to his early doom.

Hearing her chuckle as she turned her back on him, he sighed.

He almost had her.

Or not.

He never had her.

And at this rate he never would. This constant battle of desire had been going on too long, and it wasn't just that he wanted her in his bed. He wanted all of her. As much as he liked to think himself a patient man, it was getting harder to push down his feelings for the blonde saviour by his side. And easier to doubt that she felt anything at all for him.

There was only one thing left for him to do.

He was going to have to step up the challenge.

Starting tomorrow, he was going to do everything in his power to have her succumb to him.

Looking at her back, he raised an eyebrow in thought.

Why start tomorrow?

Moving closer knowing she'd sensed his movements nearing her, he whispered. Softly enough to make her shiver, loud enough that she didn't miss a word.

"Just so you know Swan, I tend to reach out in my sleep. So should you feel anything through the night, don't say I didn't warn you."

He smirked as he moved back onto his side.

That should do it.

Not even a second later he heard her speak up.

"Just so you know Jones, I tend to kick out in my sleep. So should I hit somewhere specific in the night, don't say I didn't warn you."

Right.

So he'd start tomorrow.

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