If you follow me & you watch Once Upon a Time then feel free to read. If you're waiting on an update for one of my other stories... don't count on it anytime soon.

Just some random fluff from that one time when hook had a hand.

As we walked up the stairs to my family's apartment, his new hand never left my waist. We stopped in front of the door and I turned to him.

"I had a great time, Hook." I murmured as he inched closer and closer to me.

"I mean Killian!" I caught myself, remembering his hand once again. That was going to take some getting used to.

He laughed quietly and continued to move closer. His arms moved from my mid back to my lower waist. He grasped my hips firmly and looked me directly in the eyes. He was so close now. I could feel myself blushing.

His lips parted and although we'd kissed many times before, many, many times, I was still anxious and sort of... scared.

His lips touched mine and although I'd never admit it to him, I melted.

Unsurprisingly, he tasted faintly of rum. His lips were soft and familiar. With everything that had been happening lately in Storybrooke, I just wanted to freeze the moment. Make it last.

I wanted him. Every part of him. I was secretly glad that he'd finally taken on a more modern wardrobe, because I honestly had no idea how to take off his previous clothing. Too many buckles. Too much leather.

My hands roamed his chest and I kissed him deeper.

He noticed what I was doing immediately. Laughing loudly, he looked somewhat shocked.

"As much as I want you, Swan," He said in a mocking tone, "I'm afraid, as a gentlemen, I'm going to have to wait until at least the second date."

I blushed and looked away to hide my embarrassment.

Using his newest hand, he touched my face lightly, pulling my attention away from the wooden floors.

"Eventually, love." He murmured. "And I don't see how you were planning to get me into bed anyway," he continued, "when you know your parents are most likely waiting to see what kind of danger I put you in tonight."

I rolled my eyes. "The Snow Queen hasn't shown any signs of being out tonight-"

He growled and began kissing my neck. I giggled.

"Not that kind of danger, love." He said into my neck. We laughed together.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.

We both looked back at it and then at each other.

"I really need to get my own place," I muttered.

"You'd better go." He grinned.

I rolled my eyes and told him good night. With one more quick kiss, he was gone.

Mary Margaret opened the door and smiled widely, "So how was your date?"

I pushed past her.

"You're supposed to knock on the outside of the door." I groaned.

I really was going to get the full teenage experience.

I plopped down onto the couch.

"What did you guys do? Did you have a good time?" David asked. It was obvious he'd only asked the second question to sound like he wasn't prying.

I gave him a forced smile then went to my room.

My thoughts kept me up for the rest of the night. Thoughts of Killian, and his second hand. Thoughts of the Snow Queen, and her next move. Thoughts of Henry, and the question of his safety.

I thought to myself, "Welcome back to Storybrooke, Emma."