Bullocks

She thought when he laid down the winning cards. It had been a sudden death match and she didn't even realize that with this infamous pirate and his damned deck of cards that she was facing down toward the bet. His men cheered around him while Captain Hook drew up his legs onto the table, giving her a smug look.

She should have known better to sit down and compete against him; she should have known even better that he was a pirate after all. She was faced with a completely hard deal with her men standing behind her. She wasn't going to give up all the credit she had spent so many years bringing up.

Emma Swan was a damned good pirate and just as damned good as a captain. She and Captain Hook despised each other since one another stole their ships or their treasure. Each time one of them ran into town they always made a game with cards while trying to see who wore the bigger pants around the seven seas.

They usually got rewards for whoever won the match, last time Emma won she got half of Hook's treasure from his last haul. She was good with her hand at playing cards but it seemed that Hook had bested her on this round. When they met tonight they didn't even discuss what kind of reward would be in store if one of them had one and she was beginning to fear what he'd chose.

"You can't have my ship," she said angrily slamming her hands onto the table giving him a stern glare. His eyes met hers while his tongue flicked across his lower lip, the look nearly made a shiver run down her spine.

Hook slid his feet off the table, rising slowly so he could lean closely enough to meet her eye to eye. She was stubborn and he'd give her that. He pursed his lips thinking on what possibly he could take that would make her come after him once again for another round. The idea blossomed into his mind and before he knew it he was already smirking at her.

"My dearest friend, why would I want to destroy my only competition?"

Emma narrowed her eyes, not easily falling for whatever he had up his sleeves. "What the bloody hell do you want now then?" She said leaning away from him to cross her arms. Hook grinned; he strode up to her slowly and touched a stray curl of hers before leaning closely once more.

"It's been a while since I had a pretty woman give me a kiss," he smirked tapping his lips with a ringed ringer, he saw her cheeks redden while everyone let out hoots with laughter. He could tell that she wasn't willing to back down in front of him.

It was always a game to see who would crumble first and it seemed that he had met his match when it came to Emma Swan. She was ruthless and her horse was higher than any other man on the seas. He watched her eyes flick to her crew and then back to him. He could see her own smirk as she touched the lapels of his jacket, her hand tracing down to tug gently on the necklace around his neck.

She leaned in close, their lips barely touching while her giant green eyes stared into his with such evil innocence. "Trust me, you wouldn't handle it." She murmured as another wave of hoots erupted around them. He smiled down at her; he wasn't going to leave this pub without that kiss that he had fought hard for.

"Why don't you try me, unless you'd rather I have my men take seventy five percent of that last haul you have on your ship."

"You wouldn't dare," she hissed her eyes now full of anger. He knew exactly where to push her buttons and that were her precious treasures. He'd never met a woman so greedy in his life and that's what he liked most about her. It was his turn to switch the tables back on her.

"Take your pick. Time's ticking, tick tock," He grinned before tapping his lips once more; he could see her inner struggle. Either lose all of her profits to him or let her succumb to his charms either way, he was still a winner. He watched her take off her tricorn, tossing it onto the table before she grasped onto his lapels and crashed her lips onto his.

It was so quick that he didn't even have enough time to process that she had kissed him. It didn't take him long to kiss her back with just as much force. Emma deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue across his lips tasting the rum. He smelled of the sea which instantly made her heart twist in her chest.

Hook's hand snaked behind her head, cradling it while he tilted his head to get a better angle as his tongue met hers. Her body melted against his chest deliciously while he tried his best to control himself, remembering that they were inside a bar full of men.

Emma's mind was reeling with a drunken haze. She knew that she could have broken the kiss a while ago but she was testing him now. She wanted to see that he was definitely going to be the one that won't handle it. She quietly whimpered into his mouth, nearly sending him over the edge when she finally ripped herself away from him.

She watched Hook slowly collect himself as she picked her tricorne off the table. Placing it on her head she tipped it toward Hook who looked like he had finally kissed a siren of the sea. For all that matters she was a damn siren of the sea. She gave a smirk before turning to walk out of the pub.

"I trust that I'll be seeing you next time, Swan." She heard him call out; she paused only for a moment a smile on her face.

"Next time we play Hook, whoever wins won't have clothes on." She turned slowly to see his eyebrow shoot up in surprise with a smile on his face. With that, she strode out of the door feeling like the real winner that night.