Author's Note: This is from Emma's point of view. Please forgive me if this awful, I needed to get it off my chest. This will be a two-shot smutty fic, unless I develop more of a plot (doubtful). Thanks for reading!

I cannot deal with us right now. Needless to say this week had not been the best of weeks. Neal and his, now ex, fiancée had battled it out leaving me with a sorrowful man that I was still trying so desperately to get over. Mary Margaret and David or, Mom and Dad, had needed help packing and moving everything to their new, cozy, little house. Regina was once again trying her hardest to get back into Henry's life and I had finally relented a little and allowed Henry to spend the break from school at her house. Really shouldn't have done that he would have been a good buffer for this situation. So yes, I was mentally fried and exhausted and stressed and now that stupid, arrogant, attractive pirate was wandering around my apartment as I tried to turn in for the night. Whoa, stupid and arrogant, stupid and arrogant, attractive, no, no, no, no.

"What are you doing here, Hook?"

"Thought you could use some company, seemed a little stressed, might need to talk to someone."

I turned to him and gave him an un-amused frown. He cocked a brow and looked at me in that way.

"Less of course you're more of a physical-stress-relief kind of girl."

God, does he always have to make a sexual comment on everything?

"I'm fine, great actually, now get out."

"Really lass why not let me help you get rid of some of that tension."

I faced him again and flashed a you-wish smirk. "I've got fingers. I can work it out on my own."

"You can…" He shook his head and grabbed my wrist when I began to walk towards my closet.

I felt the bedroom door against my back. When had that closed? You're in a room with him, alone, with a bed. Fuck. His head was tilted down to mine and his eyes were somewhat hooded.

"I bet you I can do so much more with my own fingers." He breathed huskily.

My heart was beating impossibly fast. "Awfully sure of yourself aren't you?" I quipped.

"Entirely." He responded simply.

I bit my lip. "Backing down from a challenge, love?" He teased.

A pink blush lit my cheeks. "No." I didn't sound reassuring at all.

He smirked cockily.

My eyes narrowed. "What are the stakes?" I asked through gritted teeth.

He grinned. "Well, how about if you can do better I'll give you my best rum and when-"If!"- when I win you give me a kiss and tell me just how good I was… in great detail." His lips were a mere breadth from mine and I couldn't lean back anymore with door in the way.

I can't believe I'm actually thinking about this, I am going to hell. I thought about how deep I was digging my grave.

"How, exactly, would we do this?" My voice surprised even me.

His smirk widened. "Well, we can't do it all in one night, love. So how about you put those excellent fingers of yours to use tonight and give them a rest tomorrow evening and let me help you. In the end we'll compare the… results see how long it takes and- he touched his forehead to mine brushing the tip of his nose against my own- how hard you come. Shall we?"

I swallowed.

"Can't handle it, lass?" He whispered in my ear.

I shoved him back. "I get the rum and you get a cell without your hook for a night." Am I actually negotiating this?

He pondered the request before grinning wickedly. "We have a bet then?" He offered his hand.

I gripped it firmly and shook. "Fine."

…

Hook lounged in the armchair he had pulled up to the edge of the bed. With shaking hands I undid my bra and pulled it out from under my tank. Hook's smirk only widened and I realized how hard my peaks were and that he now could see the outline of them. Shit. But then I realized something else. Tonight, if only for tonight, he couldn't touch me, meaning that I could make him as uncomfortable as I if I wanted to. Also I was Emma-freaking-Swan I don't get nervous and let him in, I am self-assured and confident in every move I make so this pirate can suck it. I stood up from the bed's edge and, tucking my thumbs into the sides of my panties' lace waistband, dropped them to the floor. I noticed him swallow hard and his permanent smirk, falter slightly. Good I can control at least something in this situation. Sliding back onto the bed and laying down I inhaled air before slowly trailing my right fingers down my front. I reached the apex of my thighs, aware of his azure gaze studying my every move.

…

I was panting heavily. Sweat coating the back of my neck while a completely different wet substance coated the opening between my legs. A deep scarlet flush covered my face as I remembered what I had involuntarily thought of to push me over the edge. It had taken close to twenty-five minutes, what is wrong with me? I hadn't had that problem before at least while I was the one pleasuring myself. It hadn't happened on purpose but as I teetered on the edge unable to take that last step into climax I had been drawn to imagining, another thing I hadn't needed to do before. With Hook's chest rising and falling almost as rapidly as mine, his eyes darkened and his hand gripping the arm of the chair it had easily slipped into my brain. Hook, on top of me, completely bare, hook sliding the cool curve over my peaks, hand running down my abdomen to my overly sensitive nub placed right above the place we were joined, and head tucked under my chin, stubble scratching lightly. That whole combination wrapped up in the short, sick and twisted fantasy had knocked me over the edge and made me finish with a long, low moan. Here I was half-naked on my bed with the same pirate I had just had a fantasy about during a bet that I was supposed to win sitting at the end of the bed unmoving so far. As soon as I made eye contact with those cerulean orbs, still dark, I regretted it. He stood up slowly and languidly walked around the bed's corner to the side before sitting down next to my hot form, still drawing in hard breaths. His eyes never left mine and I couldn't find it in me to draw my gaze away. I felt his calloused fingers run down the forearm attached to the hand I had just been using and grip the wrist. Pulling my relaxed hand to his lips he pressed a light kiss on the back of it before pausing. My breathing stilled as a slow smirk spread up his face. He tilted his head down to my hand again and slipped first my middle, then pointer and finally my thumb into his mouth. Each time sucking off the fluid from my orgasm and then nipping the end of the finger. Fuck that is unimaginably sexy and hot and… I had forgotten how to breathe by now as he finally finished his little preview of torture and kissed my knuckles.

"Until tomorrow, Swan." His throaty whisper sounded like a mixture of a threat and a promise.

And then he was out the bedroom door and gone. I let out a breath I hadn't been aware of holding and let my head to the pillows with a thwack. I'm screwed, I am so screwed.