Emma was still giving him the wary look from time to time. After the disastrous Operation Swan, it took a week before she would even speak to him again. He didn't know how it all went wrong until Henry had asked him to go through what he did, step by step. The little bugger's eyes popped wide open when Hook had started singing as he did that night. "Umm maybe we should have just played the cd."

Emma for her part told him never to go near her with "teenybopper music" again whatever that meant. When he asked her what music she had liked growing up she shoved a few cds into his arms. Rage against the machine, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Metallica. Never let it be said that Killian Jones was a dense man, because after listening to a few he was starting to form a picture of a very ansty, mad at the world teen Emma. Backstreet boys? He groaned just thinking about it. Operation Swan had to be aborted. He couldn't very well sing "I wanna fuck you like an animal" and then propose to her now could he?

So here he was on Operation Wolf, named after his new co-conspirator Ruby. He thought back to their planning conversation.

"Look Hook, you know how they say the way to a man's heart is his stomach?"

"No. That's a dumb saying. Leave it to this world to come up with something so foolish sounding. Everyone knows that a way to a man's heart lies in another part of his body."

Red gave him a look. "Don't be crude Casanova. Tell that to Emma and she'll put you in the hospital. Anyway Emma can't cook. And even if she could she probably wouldn't. You've seen her. She practically lives here at the diner or she lives off of cereal, ramen and Snow's cooking. The woman would probably starve if it wasn't for Snow. Now how romantic would it be if you cooked her a lovely meal under the candlelight. She'd be putty in your arms!"

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He finished putting the finishing touches on the last dish and went out to meet Emma. Her eyes widened a bit at his outfit. Red had taken him shopping for a new suit and apparently his lady love was liking what she was seeing. He saw her tongue peek out to lick her lips and smirked to himself. Oh yes, the swan was going to be caught tonight.

He laid the dishes out on the dining table and helped her into her seat.

"Alright Hook, what are you up to?"

He gave a little pout. "Whatever do you mean darling?"

"The flowers, the homecooked meal, the candlelight" she waved her arms over the elaborate decorations. "It'll take more than this to get back into my bed after the stunt you pulled last week buster."

"Now now darling, I just thought you'd want to share a meal with me. Do you like the flowers? It took me a long time to find them."

"What are they?"

"Hearts, my dear, Bleeding hearts to be exact."

She snorted. "You should know by now I'm anything but."

He just continued to smile at her. And lifted the cover off the first silver platter with a flourish. "This is duck heart pate. Here we have heart of palm salad. And the main course is stuffed grilled artichoke hearts."

Emma looked at the spread and she wasn't about to admit it, but she was quite impressed. Except Hook had this silly grin on his face that was kind of scaring her to be honest. He kept looking at her as if expecting her to say something. She shrugged to herself and reached over for some crackers and pate.

"Well what do you think?"

"This taste like rubber gym socks."

His smile slipped a little. Not only had she not commented on the "theme" of tonight she had insulted his hard labor! The woman was completely dense. Here he was handing her his heart on a silver platter to her and she was looking at him like he was off his rockers.

She reached for the salad after having decided the pate was inedible. "Wow Hook, now this is really good. What's in it?"

He perked up a bit at that. "Why darling it has HEART of palms in it. The dressing is peanut based and…"

"What? What did you say?" Emma started choking a bit.

"Heart of palms?"

"No after that, the dressing."

"Oh yes, the peanut dressing, it's a special recipe I found…"

Emma started spitting out the food and gasping. "My purse, where's my purse?"

"Emma, love what's wrong?"

"Oh shit, I don't have my Epi pen." And then she promptly passed out.

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"Well Hook, looks like you got her here just in time. I have to ask, are you trying to kill the lovely sheriff? Cause if you are, I suggest you be more circumspect about it or the Charmings are likely to kill you first."

Hook ignored his blathering. "Peanut allergy. Who ever heard of that?" Either the stars were cosmically lined up against him or something. But he wasn't one to give up. Ever. No matter what he was going to fight for her. Even if it killed him. Or rather at this rate, it'd be her going first.