Taken from an out-take that I'm sure you readers will recognize. With that sort of material, I can't be held accountable for my actions. Super short one-shot.
Hook lifted his hand and frowned when he met resistance. He looked down to the handcuffs holding him to the bed and ran his tongue over his lip in a way that shouldn't have been attractive but still was, even with cuts and bruises all over. "This is going to be a thing with you, isn't it?"
"It was my father's idea."
Amusement colored his expression and she wanted to take back her words when a dark brow lifted and he smirked. "Runs in the family, does it?"
"Hook."
"Should I be worried that you take such suggestions from your father? That can't be a healthy relationship-"
"Hook."
"Not that I don't find this situation intriguing. I may owe him a drink, but really-"
"Stop talking."
He lifted his stump and waved it and she hated that she knew that if it had been his good hand, it would have been a graceful flick of the wrist indicating his acquiescence. She also hated the fact that he was still smirking, damn him. She sighed heavily and fought the answering amusement that threatened to curve her lips into a smile. "I really hate you sometimes."
Hook settled further into the hospital bed and grinned unrepentantly at her. "If that's what you want to call it, love."
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