Um, okay, first things first, I want to say WOW! 15 followers, reviews, and favorites altogether. From 10:56am to 2:31pm. I just want to say thank you to:

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Now, on with the story. The song in the beginning is Wanted-Hunter Hayes (Chapter One was Black and Gold-Sam Sparro)

Chapter Two
Wishful Thinking
"I wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted."

Emma hopped down the last few feet of the beanstalk, her feet hitting the ground hard. She gasped as the impact shook her. Killian followed not long after, leaping stealthily to the ground. She hated him just for landing more quietly than her.

Mary Margaret, Mulan, and Aurora were asleep, their heads resting on rolled up blankets. The moon cast silvery shadows over their sleeping, peaceful faces. Emma walked over and sat on her knees beside her mother.

A hand brushed her hair away from her shoulder, and Emma jerked away from it, turning her head around to see Killian standing over her. "How's your hand?" He asked.

Emma looked down at her palm still wrapped in the scarf. "I-I don't know." She stuttered, cursing herself for her unsteady voice.

Killian knelt down on one knee, keeping his eyes locked on her face, and took her hand in his. He used the tip of his hook to undo the knot in the scarf, tugging it away from her. The blood had stopped, crusting around the cut. "Better." He observed.

Emma leaned a little back, away from Hook. "Thank you." She said shortly.

"You're welcome." He said.

Killian changed position, sitting down next to her. "Is there any chance you might tell me what happened up there on that beanstalk?"

She raised one eyebrow, masking her face with unconcern, but there was no mistaking the expression in her eyes: one of burning, of a bright, blazing light. "We climbed the beanstalk. We got the compass." She said. "And we came back down. And now . . . we're here."

"Yes." Killian agreed. "Now we're here. However," he leaned in closer to her, "care to explain what happened when you kissed me?"

"Kissed?" Emma repeated stupidly; he was leaning in closer and closer, causing her to bend back. Her legs, which were still folded under her, hurt from her posture.

"You know, when two pairs of lips meet. Could be described as the most purest and gentlest touch ever to be experienced." Killian's eyes darkened dangerously. "And the most . . ." he grasped the back of her neck, drawing her up to him so their lips were so close, "sinful."

Emma fought back a sound of protest. "Why did you kiss me?" He asked hoarsely.

"I don't know." She whispered.

"You bloody well do know, and I'm not letting you go until you answer me." His eyes traveled down her body until they rested on her knees. "And I doubt that's the most comfortable of positions."

"Bastard." Emma choked out, clenching her hands to keep from slapping him.

Killian yanked her closer, shaking her. "Answer me."

"Why is it so important to you?" Emma asked desperately.

Instead of answering her, Killian brought his lips down on hers, kissing her roughly. Emma let out a high-pitched gasp and kept her lips firmly closed, refusing to let him get a response out of her. It was only when his hand tangled in her hair, and his hook strayed to the small of her back, pressing her stomach flat against his. She breathed sharply through her nose and her head fell back. His lips kissed her chin softly before moving down to her neck. It was not sweet, it was not gentle-it was rough and passionate, and every single word that came to her mind when she thought of that one name: Killian.

Suddenly, he chuckled against her throat and leaned back. "Killian?" He asked. His voice was filled with amusement, but his eyes were filled with veiled hope.

Emma was confused for a moment, before her eyes widened in realization. She'd said his name. Out loud. His name. Actual name. Oh, God, she was screwed. "That is your name, isn't it?"

"I've been avoiding that name for a good couple of years. Besides, to you, I was always Hook, wasn't I?"

Emma snorted. "Fine, then, Hook." She felt a twinge of regret as he lost the happy look in his faces, like smoke evaporating in your hand.

"Did I say I wanted you to stop saying that?" Killian asked.

"When have I ever done what you wanted? Without you ever having to force me?"

Killian's face glinted with mirth at the trap she'd just unknowingly walked into. "No one asked you to kiss me up there, love . . . or say my name like that. Or kiss me back-"

"Woah!" Emma interrupted, then lowered voice as Mulan stirred slightly in her sleep. "I did not kiss you back. You attacked me." She said, then paused. "Why?"

He grinned at her. "Exactly."

Emma wrinkled her brow at that one word, looking at his back as he got up, preparing to walk away from her. "What do you mean?" She asked, getting up to follow him. Her legs, stiff and sore from leaning them back so far for so long, immediately failed her, and her knees buckled.

Killian's arms shot out to catch her, his hand and hook hitching around her waist. Emma hissed sharply, and he realized his hook was digging through the material of her leather jacket. He righted her and drew back his arms hastily. "Sorry."

She nodded, straightening her jacket. "What did you mean when you said that? Exactly?"

"The same reason you want to know why I kissed you . . . is the same reason why you want to know why I kissed you." Killian said, and for once, his eyes did not hold the playful teasing they normally did when it came to her. They were utterly bare, dark, and, in a way, broken.

"Then why should you ask why I kissed you if it was apparently for the same reason?" Emma asked breathlessly, gasping at straws.

He looked down. "Believe me, darling." He said, then paused. Leaning in closer to her so they were almost kissing again, he thought better of it and retracted slightly, but still close enough for her to touch. "I wish it was.

Ok, so that last line where Killian leans away from her a bit was inspired by that moment in Pride and Prejudice (2005) because I was watching it today, and I was like, wow I can actually imagine that happening with the two of them. So I hoped you guys liked this chapter, I'll upload the next in a couple of . . . hours? Give me maybe three? Four? Bye!

-AA