He's fed up. Done. Frustrated and in need of just one bloody moment where everything isn't centered around solving a crisis or saving the damn town. Internally he curses his thoughts, knowing he chose this life by Emma's side and everything that comes along with that partnership. But, for the love of the Gods, no one can be expected to go on in this constant state of chaos.

Emma's hand is woven tight with his as they walk towards Granny's but her focus is on Snow as they work out the plan of gathering the Dwarves and some of the Lost Boys to help in the search. He's only half listening, trusting the two women to know what's best. His mind is too clouded with annoyance to be of much help at the moment anyway. He just needs…no wants…no, it's definitely a need, he needs a damn second alone with Emma.

They're almost at the door when he tightens his hand around hers and begins to change course to the side of the building.

"Killian, what are you…Mom, I'll be right in…Killian!"

She's scrambling to keep up as his pace quickens, blind determination fully eclipsing all rational thought. He loosens his grip on her hand in fear that he may be hurting her and is thankful that she doesn't let go.

"Are you okay? What's gotten into…"

Turning towards her, he cuts off her question with his lips. Not caring that they aren't even fully out of sight, he wraps his arms around her back and hauls her up until her breasts are pressed hard against his chest and her hands are forced cling to his neck for balance. Knowledge that the end of the kiss means going inside, he aims to prolong it as long as she will allow. When his hook scratches against the brick wall at her back and she lets him guide her up and wrap her legs around his waist he nearly collapses against her in relief.

It takes everything in him to stop from rocking into the warmth of her nestled against his groin, cursing that they don't have time for that as much as the hardening beneath his jeans wishes that weren't the case. Turning his attention towards her mouth, he mumbles against her lips how he simply '"needed a moment" and just how "bloody lovely" she tastes on his tongue. One of her hands moves to cradle his head, strong fingers working through his hair to artfully massage his scalp. His breath stutters against her lips at the overwhelming pleasure of her ministrations. Sliding his mouth along her cheek, he rests his lips along her temple and wills his body to relax, slowly lifting his hips to let her lower her legs back to the ground. Nosing into the side of her hair, he inhales a deep breath full of the tropical scent of her new favorite shampoo.

"Feeling better, Captain?"

"Aye, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you go."

"You know I'm always your willing captive, but we have to…"

"I know, love, I know…"

He feels a tug on the front of his jacket and lifts his head, his lips curving into a smile as his eyes meet the understanding comfort of her gaze. She rises to her tiptoes and presses a kiss to his cheek, her new favorite thing to do since his miraculous resurrection. What he doesn't expect is to feel her breath tickle the hair above his ear as she leans in to whisper an alluring promise.

"When this is all over, I'm looking forward to seeing first hand how proficient Captain Hook can be at tying knots. I'm sure you've got one that even I can't work my way out of."

The thief of his heart and soul scrambles from his arms, leaving him braced against the brick with his eyes clamped to her ass as she walks away from him towards the front of the building. When he finally has the wherewithal to follow, he still can't seem to get his mind on strategy. He's too preoccupied now on how he's to get his bloody book of knots back from Henry.