Do you love me?

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time - if I did, the show would only consist of Captain Swan sexy times.

Chapter 1

"Concentrate, Miss Swan. You can not protect this town when you are not even able to cast a simple shielding spell", Regina said impatiently.

"I'm trying", Emma replied trough gritted teeth, barely containing her anger.

The two woman had been at it for about four hours and Emma hasn't succeeded in doing a single spell, which displeased both of them immensely. Every normal person would have called this scenery strange; the former Evil Queen and the so-called Savior standing across from each other in Regina's black and white-colored office. A few weeks ago, Emma would not even think about asking Regina for help, but she had no other option. After their adventures in Neverland, she kept thinking about how things would have been, if she was better-trained in magic. Would she have been able to stop Greg and Tamara from taking Henry away in the first place? Or better yet, would she have been capable of destroying Pan before he ever got his chance on laying a hand on her son?

Anyway, after everything that has happened, Emma thought she would have the best chance of defeating future villains (and knowing the town, she knew they would come), if she could control and use her magic. She just wasn't sure anymore, if asking Regina for help has been her best idea. The dark-haired woman was well-known for her impatience and that, in combination with the Queen's smug, slightly arrogant comments, was poison for the Savior's strained nerves.

Frowning and closing her eyes, she concentrated on the spell, slowly in- and exhaling. Opening her eyes with a surprised gasp, when she felt warmth spreading in her belly, shooting into her hands and quickly turning into scorching heat that threatened to burn her hands. Shocked, Emma tried waving it off, just wanting it to end. But after a few seconds she realized that it was out of control.

"That is enough", Regina said and stopped the fire inside of Emma with a flick of her wrist. "You are wasting my time, Miss Swan."

But Emma was occupied inspecting the ugly burning marks on her hands. She didn't notice the mayor walking over to her cupboard and was startled when she suddenly reappeared right in front of her, holding a little bottle with a thick green essence in her hands.

"Apply this on the marks and they will be gone in a few days", Regina said, after noticing Emma's questioning stare.

"Thanks", Emma mumbled, accepting the bottle and applying a gracious amount of it on her burned skin. She sighed relieved, when the pain subsided and the ugly green creme disappeared into her skin like a body lotion. She noticed surprised that it looked a lot better and dropped the bottle into the pocket of her jacket.

"It is late. We should call it a night."

"Yeah."

Emma made a bee-line for the exit, wanting nothing more than some hot cocoa and perhaps some french fries. Just as she was about to reach the door, the mayor's voice stopped her from turning the knob.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Swan."

Fifteen minutes later, Emma stepped into Granny's, enjoying the welcoming smell of pancakes and coffee that everyone associates with the small diner. Eyeing the costumers, the Savior was surprised to see that half the town was sitting in the diner, laughing and chatting happily. She spotted the only free chair, one of those in front of the bar, and was about to walk over. But then she noticed the dark-haired, leather-clad man sitting in the stool next to this empty spot. Hook. A strange fluttering sensation warmed her insides, as she stood in the middle of the diner motionlessly. That god-damned pirate.

Thanks to him, she couldn't think, couldn't sleep without waking up sweaty and freaking soaked from a vigorous dream with him in a lead role.

"Screw it", she mumbled, thinking about hot cocoa with cinnamon; and made her way over to the empty chair. Sliding into it, she rested her reddened hands on the counter, concealing a smile when Hook noticed her and turned his body towards her.

"Swan. What a pleasant surprise."

He gave her his trademark grin, and she couldn't help but notice how his eyes lit up with the action. Villain or not, Killian Jones was definitely the most beautiful thing she has ever laid eyes on. And this made resisting the bastard's charms even harder. Why could he not look like his Disney-version?

If a guy with perms and a ridiculous wax mustache would try to get into her pants, she knew what er answer would be. But fate was a well-known bitch and Hook was, well... Hook.

"You alright, love? You look a bit distracted", Hook said with a smug grin that made her realizing she had been staring. At him. The whole time. Asshole, Emma thought.

She ignored him and turned to Ruby who has been watching the exchange with barely contained curiosity. The wolf already knew about the kiss the two of them shared in Neverland (hell, half of the town knew), and while she certainly couldn't blame Emma for wanting to tap that sexy pirate's ass, she was eager to know how their relationship would continue. The sheriff and the pirate captain. That would absolutely be a story worth telling.

"I'll take some hot cocoa."

Ruby nodded and winked at Emma before walking over to another table to pick up some orders.

Hook had already used the time to scoot closer to Emma while she ordered, hoping she wouldn't notice and shove him away. He was glad to see her, because he had the feeling she was avoiding him since they came back from Neverland.

Emma turned back to Hook, who was watching her closely, lips curving into a smirk as they eyes met. She couldnt help but watching the movement of his tongue as it ran over his full lower lip; and her thoughts drifted back towards a dream she had some days ago, which consisted of her being tied to her bed with his head between her thighs, his tongue doing positively sinful things to her and making her see stars. Fuck. Emma swallowed and forced herself to meet his eyes again and felt heat pooling between her legs as she noticed the look he gave her, with his incredibly blue eyes full of awe and lust.

"See something you like?" he asked, grinning down at her, his hand reaching out to tuck a blonde curl behind her ear.

"You wish."

"Aye, that I do", Hook replied honestly, the wicked grin was replaced by an earnest and almost heartbreaking smile.

Luckily, Emma was spared an answer, since Ruby made her way over with the hot cocoa she had ordered. She thanked the barmaid politely and took a sip. Hook's eyes widened as he heard the moan that left Emma's lips when the cocoa filled her mouth. How he longed to make her moan for all the other reasons, to see her body writhing underneath him as he pleasured her, her nails clawing at his back and begging him for more.

When he was sure he had her attention again, he gave her a once-over very slowly and thoroughly, relishing in the way her face flushed. He ran his eyes over her luscious breasts that he would die for to see - let alone touch - her slender waist, the smooth legs that looked rather delicious in those tight black pants, than slowly black up her neck and to her beautiful face.

"What happened to your hands?" he asked after a few seconds, startling Emma.

She watched as his grin turned into a frown, his hook reaching out to twine itself around her wrist, bringing it closer to his face to examine her hand. She rolled her eyes at his behavior, but couldn't stop the smile that curved around her lips.

"It's nothing, really. Just a spell that I failed on casting."

"It looks... rather painful", Hook said; suddenly grinning like a loon, "Do you want me to help you with that?"

She knew exactly what he was talking about. That smug bastard took care of the cut in her hand after they climbed the beanstalk to steal the compass. Even though this happened months ago, she could still see it in front of her. How he took his scarf and wrapped it around her hand, finishing the knot with his mouth. She remembered wondering what other things that skilled mouth of his could do to her. She was embarrassed to admit it, but her breathing labored by the thought of it.

And by the look of it, that god-damned bastard knew exactly what he was doing. He leaned over to her, smug smile and glimmering eyes back in place, his fingers playing with her hair, while his hook still held her hand captive. His warm breath fanned over her heated skin and Emma had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Killian watched, enthralled and suddenly wished to bite that full lip himself. He moved to close the distance between them, not caring that they were in the middle of a diner full of people that were watching them with almost too much curiosity.

Hook's movement brought Emma out of her trance-like state, making her panic and push him back forcefully.

"Swan."

He watched helplessly, as she stood abruptly, throwing some money on the table to pay for her cocoa and walking towards the exit.

"Emma, please."

Emma ignored his pleading and made it out of the diner as fast as possibly, leaving a despaired pirate behind.

After taking a hot bubble bath, Emma had gone to bed, cursing her overheated body. And no, she was not going to think about the cause of her semi-aroused state. She had barely been able to push Hook away at Granny's today. And she certainly did not want to think about how she had longed for reaching out, gripping the collar of his leather coat and silencing him with her lips, just as she had done in Neverland. Her desire for him was driving her crazy. And now here she was again, laying in bed, tossing and turning restlessly, without any outlook of peace.

Her day had been awful. She was about to meet Henry for breakfast, but since he brought Neal with her, in his hopes of reuniting his parents, it wasn't fun at all. She was glad of having Neal back, but his attempts on making it up to her were annoying like hell. To be quite honest, Emma couldn't stand the sight of him at the moment. Afterwards she went back to work, where an awful lot of paperwork were waiting for her. And then she burned her hands while attempting to do a protection spell, just to be mocked by Regina.

You can not protect this town when you are not even able to cast a simple shielding spell.

And now on top of all that, thanks to Hook, she was horny as fuck.

"Damned pirate", she breathed into the darkness, trying to get her mind off his blue eyes.

You can not protect this town when you are not even able to cast a simple shielding spell.

"That's not better."

Emma felt useless, as far as her magic was concerned. If something was going to happen, she would have to rely on the skills she has; and she remembered that guns were useless in the Enchanted Forest, just as they would have been with Pan. She was a fighter, but her weapons were in need of an update. With that thought in mind, Emma made up a decision, knowing she would not get any sleep until she would cast that god-damned spell and swiftly got out of her bed. Standing in the dark bedroom, she concentrated on the spell that seemed to be branded into her brain, after four hours training with Regina. But she could not concentrate, her thoughts were infiltrated by bright blue eyes and dark stubble. And when the familiar warmth spread in her belly, she yelped in surprise as a golden light illuminated the room and after a second; just as Emma was about to think she had done it, the light collapsed and everything turned black.

When Emma opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of a wood she did not recognize. Rubbing her hands over her bare arms, she realized that she was wearing nothing but the flimsy grey shirt, she usually slept in and some flannel pajama pants, which was hardly appropriate for a chilly morning in autumn. Getting up and stretching her arms above her head, she tried to figure out, how the hell she got here. The last thing she remembered was attempting on casting the protection spell again, which had resulted in a strange golden light spreading through the room and... - "Oh."

"I'm such an idiot", she whispered, understanding that something must have gone terrible wrong.

Shaking her head at her own stupidity, the Savior stomped towards a few trees, trying to decide, which way she should go. In the end, she was rooting for the direction which seemed to be the one with the least trees left. She wanted to get out of this wood as fast as possible. Emma spent about fifteen minutes walking, huffing and being annoyed at herself. Then, she could finally seethe first houses and sighed in relief. That was until she came closer and saw what kind of "houses" they were. Small huts made of wood, that made her think of the ones in "Gladiator".

"Oh my god."

Emma could barely keep herself from panicking, and leaned against a tree, closing her eyes and thinking about the options she had. She had a clue on where she was now, but she did not like it one bit. The Enchanted Forest. How had she been able to get to the Enchanted Forest? And what mattered even more: how was she supposed to get back home? She was in the middle of nowhere, in nothing but her pajamas and had no magic bean, no weapon, nothing to defend herself or open a portal. What made it even worse was the fact that she knew the Enchanted Forest was destroyed by Regina curse, except for that island near Lake Nostos. So where was she? And, she could not even think about it, what year is it? Dis she succeeded in launching herself back in time?

"Milady, are you okay?" A masculine voice asked. Emma opened her eyes and watched as the young man came a bit closer. She did not recognize him, but saw her chance in getting some information that she would need to get out of here.

"Yes", Emma answered, faking an embarrassed smile, "I was about to visit my family, but I guess I got lost. Could you tell me where the next village is situated?"

Looking over the man's shoulder, she could see in front of one of the huts, was a thin rope bound between two trees and there were hanging some clothes, including a dress. Well, well.

"Of course."

The man was obviously taking pity on her, coming closer, until he was standing right in front of her and started explaining the way to the village, eager to help. Emma nearly felt sorry for what she was about to do next, but she couldn't take any chances. Grasping the man's head in her hands, she banged it against the tree nearest to her, knocking him out cold. His body crashed on the hard ground with a loud thud. Sprinting over to the huts, she took the dress and a cloak and ran in the direction the unconscious man has previously told her. In the far distance, she heard some voices shouting after her, obviously someone noticed that there has been an ambush, but Emma was too fast for anyone to catch up.

And she ran as far as her legs could carry her. Then after a few minutes, her feet hurt like hell and she chose that she had run far enough for now. Slipping between a few trees into the thicket, she pulled her pajamas off and forced her body into the tight corset of the dress. She actually needed almost fifteen minutes to lace that damned thing up and put the cloak on at last, pulling the hood over her head and carefully concealing her blonde curls underneath it. Huffing under her breath and cursing herself for not stealing some shoes too, she continued her way to the unknown village.

Later that day, Emma arrived at the village and her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. There were a lot of people walking around, some selling apples, or goats or some strange vegetables Emma did not recognize. The huts were shabby, just as the ones in the woods were and everything seemed to be brown-colored. An exception was the royal blue carriage that was situated a few feet away from her. And as she walked through the crowd, she felt more and more lost. Her goal was the village. Here she was and now she did not know what to do next. Oh how she wished to be back home with Henry and her parents and even Neal. How she longed for Hook and his annoying innuendos.

"You look quite lost, love", an all too familiar voice said from behind her. Shivering, Emma turned around and could not believe her eyes. There was the man she had thought of seconds ago, but he did not look like himself. Wearing some kind of uniform, Hook stood in front of her without that adorable scar in his cheek, but with a tiny ponytail and - she nearly swallowed her tongue - both of his hands.

"Uh", Emma started, realizing that she was being rude with her staring, "Well that's because I am indeed lost."

Hook gave her a charming grin, bowing gracefully and taking her hand in his. "You are very lucky to meet me then milady. Lieutenant Killian Jones, at your service", he said, kissing the back of her hand.

Fucking hell. Emma thought.

A/N - I'm not sure whether I should continue this story, so please tell me what you think.