A/N:

So I've decided to do a series of one shots from the point of view of Killian Jones a.k.a Captain Hook but my updates will be pretty infrequent. I might post five times in a week and then not at all for a month so please don't hate me. I'm not going to write any sex scenes but will write passionate moments between the two so if a good make out disgusts you, read no further. It will vary who Hook interacts with each time, but I can definitely promise a lot of Captain Swan moments. This is not a story and will not, I REPEAT NOT, have a well developed plot. It's just a collection of the many musings of Killian Jones.

Anyways please read and let me know what you think.

Ever since Emma Swan had kissed him, Hook's world seemed to turn upside down. He had spent so long pining after and chasing the girl of his dream that he didn't know what to do now that he had found her. He wanted to make her happy and challenge her at the same time, but he couldn't figure out how to do so. In a way, their new relationship seemed so natural. He could kiss her whenever he pleased, continued to make naughty innuendos, was able to spend time with Henry, and, finally, felt like he had a permanent tie to Storybrooke and its inhabitants. On the other hand-well hook-this only increased the pressure to keep Emma interested and, hopefully, make her feel the same love that he did. However, passion was something else entirely. Every single day and night was filled with passion, a fact that Killian Jones took much pride in.

By the time that he awoke, the sun was streaking through the window, illuminating a flawless, yet hardened face. Her hair seemed to glow and was absolutely mesmerizing to the pirate, perhaps even more mesmerizing than what laid beneath. He could clearly see the outline of Emma Swan's body and took great joy in the fact that one of her fair, muscular arms was draped casually across his strong chest. He loved the small fluttering sound air made as it exited her sweet, pink lips and reveled at how perfectly her chest moved as it heaved slowly and rhythmically with each breath. He was absolutely enamored with the sleeping woman and watched her, enjoying the serenity of her expression. He was so used to seeing her lips spread in a cocky grin that made him want to pin her against a wall and kiss her senseless. Even more so, he had grown accustomed to the brave, determined look she wore when she was terrified but knew that the world rested on her shoulders. Under a single white bed sheet, she appeared to be a extraordinarily average woman. One who worked as a doctor or teacher, prepared delicious albeit slightly burnt dishes for dinner, and took vacations to the beach with her family. While he didn't want or think Emma Swan to be ordinary in any way, he liked the idea that she could live a calm life, never having to worry about time travel or curses. He brushed a lock of golden hair out of her face, but cursed himself for it a moment later, when the Savior began to stir.

"Morning Killian," She smiled, her voice still full of sleep.

"Good morning, Emma." She traced a shaped on his chest. He tried to decipher it but found that he was too distracted by the feel of her touch. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as if she knew exactly what she was doing and, knowing Emma Swan, she probably did. She turned on her side towards him, exposing a little more of herself as the sheet slid down her body a couple inches. It was moments like this that made the pirate pause in awe because, for one moment, he was frozen, like a deer in the headlights, and had no idea how to proceed. But one could not become such a well-known swashbuckler without being able to think on his feet so Captain Hook acted. He slid his arm around her bare back and pulled her close to him, his lips mere millimeters from hers before speaking,

"Don't mess with me Swan." He whispered while sporting a devilishly handsome grin. She laced her fingers through his short, dark hair before responding.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Aye," He uttered before roughly kissing her. Her lips were urgent against his and her breath warm and faintly minty. All evidence of exhaustion vanished from her demeanor as she pulled him closer until they were practically one. It seemed like a hundred years before he was able to restrain himself and pull away from his brazen princess.

"I'm going to go pick up Henry from my parent's apartment," She said suddenly before standing up and walking to the closet, clad in absolutely nothing. Much to the Captain's disappointment, she was soon dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans and her signature red leather jacket.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked casually, praying the entire time that she would say yes.

"I think I should go alone, I'll bring Henry to Granny's for lunch, though, and you are welcome to join us." Lunch? He immediately wondered, he checked the clock on the bedside table and was shocked to see that it was already 11:30. He had woken up nearly five hours earlier but it had seemed like mere seconds. He was positive that he could spend the rest of his life with the magnificent woman and still yearn for more,

"Right," He said quickly after sensing that an awkward silence had settled between the two. She pecked him softly on the lips before leaving him alone with his thoughts. He dressed in his usual attire before muddling over a way to woo Emma in his mind, still puzzled on how to occupy every corner of her heart and make her believe that he was hers for life. But then again, nothing was easy about Emma Swan but this pirate loved a challenge and always managed to get what he wanted. Emma needed time and, if he was anything, Captain Hook was patient.