Flowers, Emma was overwhelmed by them. Every day, a different, beautiful bunch of flowers arrived for her at the station, each one bearing no note, no clue as to who was sending them. Emma wondered briefly if it was Neal, then dismissed the idea immediately. He hadn't even called Henry since he'd left again.

She tried to think of anyone who would send her flowers- not David, or Snow. None of the dwarves, or Archie... her mind fell to Hook. He wasn't exactly the flowers and chocolates kind of guy- he was certainly the woo-you-straight-into-his-bed kind of guy. It wasn't Hook. She would have to go to the florist and ask- Sheriff to businessman.

It had been a week since Emma had spoken to Hook, though Ruby had told her he was at Granny's every-day, his charm having won over the older woman, and he sat in the same spot, eating breakfast and reading until he disappeared an hour later.

Henry was dying to hang out with him, but Charming and Snow had expressed their concerns, and out of respect for them- who looked after Henry in the morning and afternoon while Emma was working- she hadn't yet approached Hook to arrange a, for lack of a batter word, 'play-date'.

She had wondered what would happen when Regina got bored of the sleepy town, would there be curses and kidnappings and trouble once more? Emma doubted it- as it was, she got to see Henry every day, and he stayed with her every Friday night. She doubted that Regina would risk losing him- especially when she knew if she wanted more time all it would take was a simple talk to Emma.

All of these things rolled through Emma's mind as she lay awake early on the Saturday morning, having been unable to sleep for hours. She decided she would go visit Hook this morning, and organise a time to take Henry over. She hadn't forgotten the way he tormented her at Granny's and she wasn't about to let it slide, either. After a little longer, she rolled out of bed and dragged herself to the kitchen to make coffee. Saturday morning was the hardest on her- being alone in her house, without Henry, and David & Snow spending time together alone.

After showering and attending to her usual morning routine, Emma added a dash more eyeliner than usual- one had to compete with the Captain, after all, She smirked to herself in the mirror- and amped up her lipstick. She turned her head side to side, inspecting herself in the mirror. She scrubbed up alright, she supposed.

It was a pretty day, so she left her jacket at home, letting the sun fall on her exposed shoulders. It was a nice, warm feeling- something she had missed in the all too often gloomy town. Her boots tapped rhythmically as she got out of the car and walked slowly towards the end of the dock- to where the Jolly Roger was moored, imposing next to the smaller fishing vessels in the harbour.

She was confident walking up the gang plank now- she had at least gained a little more stability after their month at sea. She doubted she would ever get sea legs quite so sturdy as Hook. She looked about the deck, and there he was, in all black as usual, his back to her, intently focused on something.

'Good Morning Captain!' she called, and he jumped

Hook stood, embarrassed to be caught unaware 'Bloody hell Lass! Give a man some warning next time!' he cock his head at her, eyebrow raising 'To what do I owe the pleasure?' he eyed her with suspicion as she walked closer, her hips swaying in a manner that awoke the sleeping lion in his chest as she did so.

'I believe that you promised to have my son come to visit'

'Aye, the lad. Yes, bring him whenever he desires- It's not as though there is much for a pirate to plunder in these waters' Hook looked deep into her eyes, hoping to find some recognition in hers.

She smiled, an easy, happy smile. Then she looked past him, to the pile of wood shaving on the deck, and the dozens of little figurines. 'What are those for?'

'Oh... Well actually they're for the lad' Hook looked lightly guilty 'He mentioned it was his birthday soon and, well you know that I am not well versed in what the young ones of this land play with... It's for a chess set. Are you familiar with the game?' He didn't want to meet her gaze, afraid he had overstepped the line with her child. Truth be told, he enjoyed the boy's friendship, and the way he trusted him, though the rest of the town remained suspicious.

'I know a little' she admitted, bending to pick up a little piece. She intentionally allowed him full view of her perky ass in the tight jeans.

She heard the faintest moan behind her, and she returned to standing position, having pulled her singlet down a little, putting her cleavage on full show. His eyes widened, and he could see him fighting the urge to say something 'They are wonderful, I can't believe you carved these yourself'

Hook cleared his throat 'Aye Lass- there is more to me than being a bloody pirate with a hook'

Emma was thinking fast, turning the piece in her hands in a bid to buy her some time. 'Hook why don't I take you around town, get you some civilian clothes, introduce you to some of my friends'

'And why would you want to do that love? Do you have a problem with my attire?' he plucked at his shirt, clearly miffed.

'I thought you might like to see what life is like as a man of this world. Besides' she came as close as she dared to him, and stroked his leather clad thigh 'Leather just isn't decent in this land- you'll drive the townswomen crazy with desire' she whispered her final sentence, her lips close to the scruff covered skin of his neck. She wanted to kiss him, but that would mean surrendering, and she was the one in control now. His eyes were closed when she peeked up at him. Good, she had succeeded.

'Just what do you think you're doing lass' his voice was strained, and he opened his eyes to look at her, burning with desire

She smiled, though she was on fire too, she was determined not to show him 'I don't know what you're talking about' she whispered innocently.

He slipped his hook through her belt loop and pulled her tightly against him, his hand slowly creeping from her shoulder to her hip 'I might be a gentleman, love, but you tease any man enough and he will turn into a pirate' he was so close she couldn't focus on his eyes, her gaze falling to his lips.

'Hook, you wouldn't be trying to take my honour, would you?' She whispered playfully

'There's no honour among thieves, darling' he smirked, that irritating smirk, though he conceded and stepped back from her.

The silence was heavy between them, Hook staring at her, his breathing heavy. Emma licked her lips, and returned the chess piece to the others. She wanted him to kiss her- she was not going to surrender.

'Well then love, these new clothes, where will we purchase them from?' Hook was trying so hard- it infuriated Emma that she couldn't play on his mind the way he did in hers.

'There is a department store down town' she nodded her head in the general direction.

'Lead on then Princess' He smiled, bowing slightly, and allowed her to walk before him, down the gangplank, leading him to her car.