All Tied Up Chapter Two: Hook Writes in Emma's books.

A/N: this took longer than anticipated and thanks to my dear otherearthly for all the help! Still unbeta'd.

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Emma was beyond livid. There were very few things that she would bring with her during each move, and those were her books. Her closest companions since she'd been a child. She owned few books, but the ones she'd kept with her were well loved and gave her sense of home.

So after a particularly rough day at work she just wanted to run the bath and read and drink some wine at home and unwind. Henry was staying with her parent's and Killian had gotten work as a freelance consultant of sorts for retrieval. So he was out of the apartment and she was able to unwind on her own.

Everything would have been great, the bath was all set, and she had pulled out one of her favorite books, Little Century by Anna Keesey. However as Emma lowered herself into the bath, and got ready to open up her book and read she found markings on nearly every page. The scrawl was unmistakably Killian's. Little notes about the story, or the heroine or notes directly to her,

Darling, why is this book so tattered, it can't be more than a few years old? Do you feel kindred spirit with this lass?

And the notes went on and on, the more Emma saw what he'd written the more she seethed. Was it too much to ask that he not get into every damn thing in her house? She dried up and got dressed, and headed for the docks.

Killian had been sitting on his boat, waiting to reel in his last catch of the night and he had filched one of Emma's books and pen in hand he began making little notes here and there. He was getting notes from her favorite books in order to plan a little something special for Emma, Henry had told him that the books were one of the few things that Emma had kept the longest. So he went through another one of her books, a tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice. As he read through he wasn't sure why Emma would have this book. The romanticism of the book wasn't what he expected of his Swan. But he continued reading and making notes in the book. So engrossed was he in the book that he didn't hear the stomping up the dock of a very angry Emma Swan.

She saw him with her other book, she was seething, it was one of her favorite books. It had been a gift from one of the few friends she'd had in foster care, when they were 16. She hadn't thought much of the book to begin with, but over time it became a secret favorite of hers. She saw him scrawling some note in her book and she saw red.

"HOOK!"

"Emma, darling what are doing here? Couldn't stand to be away from me could you, lass?"

Emma only huffed and without a word strode over to Hook and pulled her cuffs from her pocket.

"Now darling, shouldn't you save that for the bedroom?"

Without answering him Emma pulled him roughly behind her as she marched over to her parent's backyard. As soon as he realized just what was happening, Killian tried to pull away and started pleading with Emma,

" Darling really, must we do this again? Is this necessary? You just want to tie me up again don't you love? This would have been much more enjoyable at home you realize?"

Emma continued marching toward the large tree closest to the house and picked up the rope that had been left there since the last time, and she began tying her boyfriend up against the tree. He had stopped protesting, and he began backtracking in his mind what could have made the lass this angry with him. As soon as she finished and was satisfied that he wouldn't escape she made her way to the house.

"Emma you can't keep tying me up here! EMMA!"

As she made her way to the sliding door, and she lifted her hand to knock but before she could there was Charming sliding the door open. She hadn't even noticed her father watching the whole scene from the kitchen, he'd already had a warm cup of cocoa for her with cinnamon. She sat at the kitchen table with her Dad and they sat in comfortable silence for a while, until finally Charming's curiosity got the better of him,

"Em, what hideous sin has he committed this time? Should I get my sword out?"

Laughing at her father's readiness to defend his daughter's honor,

"No, he just, he does things without thinking. This time, well, he took some of my books and he wrote in them."

Charming gave his daughter a lopsided smile,

"Is that all?"

"Well, the books I keep, they're special for a reason. I never took a lot of things with me when I would move around, so the books were my companions. The same way that Henry held on to the story book. These books were my memories, and I just… He wrote all over them like it was some kind of joke."

"Sweetheart, tell him. I'm sure he'll apologize for it. And if he doesn't my sword is in the cabinet by the stairs."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Anytime, also you're mother asked that you tie him up in the daytime, she has a class to teach in the morning."

Emma laughed and nodded and made her way back out to the tree.

"Love, honestly what did I do?"

He looked so lost, Emma almost felt bad about tying him up in the middle of the night in her parent's yard. She took pity, but instead of untying him, she began to explain why her books were so important to her. After about 15 minutes of rambling she looked up to see his expression, expecting a smirk. All she saw was full understanding and sincere regret.

"Love, I'm truly sorry, may I explain myself?"

Emma nodded her acquiescence, and gestured for him to continue speaking.

"I was planning something special for your birthday, but I didn't know what and Henry gave me the hint that you loved those old books you kept in the apartment, but it looks like I bloody well screwed that up."

"No, that was actually sweet and some of the comments, while I would have appreciated if you wrote them on something other than my books, were pretty insightful."

Emma closed the distance between them and gave him a light kiss which had him leaning toward her until he realized he was still tied to the tree.

"Sorry!" Emma giggled, honest to goodness giggled at the disgruntled hurt puppy face the fearsome Captain Hook was currently giving her. She untied him quickly and just as she was finished she felt strong arms around her waist.

"Shall we return home darling? I do still have that birthday present for you, and you won't find it in any of your books."