Just in case you missed the rating before, it's rated M and this chapter only scratched the surface as to why 3 Tonights episode was great. Neal get out of here, Captain Swan for life. Review please, I love you all
Chapter Two: Is One Enemy Not Enough In Neverland?
"So how about we make this simple. Emma, come with me." he said calmly, looking over Hooks shoulder to lock eyes with his true love. "We will find Henry and go home. We can be a family again. We can forget what happened in the caves and be happy together."
"I don't want to forget. I finally saw you for who you really are. And I don't want you near me or our son." she replied firmly, taking a step back as he advanced towards them.
Hook stuck his arm out in front of her, keeping himself between the feuding parents.
"Come on, Emma. This isn't you." Neal said softly, his voice sounding so helpless. "You don't love anyone but me. We've been through so much together, how could you? It's always been me. And in my heart, it'll always be you." he took one more step towards them as they countered it. Emma could hear the crackling fire of their campsite, knowing they must be close to the group again. Just a few more steps. Hook must've taken note of this too because when he looked over at her, his eyes said it all.
"In my heart, it will never be you. Not after this. Not after everything you've done." she said harshly, stepping back a few more paces as Hooks arms urged her to move.
"Emma?" a voice called from behind them. Neither one of them turned to respond, their eyes locked on the deadly weapon being wielded in front of them, now mere inches away.
But they knew it was David, and he followed his daughters stare and saw the source of their panic. It was Beafire, the blade pointed right towards the pirate and Emma, nightshade dripping down the shaft.
"Neal, what are you doing?" Snow chimed in, inching towards her daughter cautiously. She stood protectively by her side and grabbed her hand, Hook still in front of them.
"Well, first I intend to kill the legendary Captain Hook." he smirked, jousting the sword in the pirates direction, earning no reaction or fear from the man.
"I suppose I am a tad popular in the stories." Hook shrugged, not moving from his rooted spot in front of the royals.
"You don't have to do this." Emma said, shaking her head as she stepped up next to Hook much to his annoyance.
"It wont make her love you, you fool." Regina said, coming into view as she stepped out of the opposite side of the clearly. She walked over to the standoff and flicked her wrist in Beafire's direction, his blade turning to dust in a swirl of purple smoke.
"This has nothing to do with you, witch." he sneered at Regina, drawing a dagger from his holster.
"Actually, Emma has much to do with me. See, here's the thing with being an adult, Neal. You put childish grudges behind you to achieve a common goal. That goal is finding Henry and I will not let you stand in the way of my son." she threatened, shooting her palm out towards him. A dark cloud of black fog lingered before it slowly cleared, Neal no longer where he stood.
"What did you do to him?" Snow asked, turning towards Regina.
"Sent him back to the mortal world. Now let's get some sleep. Tomorrow we face Pan and take Henry home." she explained simply, shooting Emma a quick understanding glare before laying back down on the blanket on the opposite side of the burning fire in the center of the clearing.
"She's right. We should all get some rest." Snow whispered, hugging her daughter lovingly before following David to their blankets on the ground beside Regina. The only other spot was on the other side of the flames, a few blankets spread out a few feet from the burning timber.
"I don't bite, love. Lay down. You're going to need all that fire in you to save your boy tomorrow." he urged, laying flat on his back, his arms above him, hands tucked underneath his head.
"So, are you really not going to say anything about what happened in the caves?" she asked, stepping over him to lay in the open space on top of the soft blankets. She left as much space as she could between them as she turned on her side, her hands cupped under her head. She looked at him even when his eyes continued to stare straight ahead, looking up at the dark sky.
"I hadn't planned on it, sweetheart." he said in a hushed voice, making sure not to wake the others.
"Is there any reason why you are passing up the rare opportunity to call me out in my moment of weakness?" she asked, still so conflicted by everything that has happened on this island. She never expected this from him. His strength kept her strong and confident on the treacherous journey to find her son. And by this time tomorrow night, they would all be back in Storybooke if all went according to plan. And if it didn't, and she died before getting the chance to go home, she had to talk to him now. She had to clear the air, clear her mind. Because after tonight, she might not have the chance. No one had ever defeated the man who took her son. And she might be one of the many failed. And Emma refused to die never talking to the man laying beside her.
"It wasn't a moment of weakness." he sighed heavily, still looking up at the sky. "You don't love me. And that is why I didn't feel the need to tease you about your admission. I simply don't believe it."
She was silent for what seemed like hours. Her mouth opened for a moment before she closed it, the words escaping her. She didn't expect this. She was ready to yell and fight and argue back and forth with him but she wasn't ready for him to dismiss it so casually.
"Oh." was the only word that left her lips, her voice barely a whisper as she said it. She looked away from him then, tucking her chin against her chest and curling her legs up. She was retreating into her self and even though she knew it, she couldn't stop it. If that was all he had to say about her darkest secret, what more could she do.
"Ok. Gnight then, Hook." she said, turning on her other side and closing her eyes as tight as she could, tears welling up behind her eyelids. This was the opposite of what she hoped would come of this confrontation. Because now, if she died tomorrow and didn't make it out of Neverland, she would feel so empty.
"I mean look at yourself, Swan." he said, turning on his side to look at her back as he watched her shoulders shake, no doubt from silent tears. "You couldn't possibly care for me. I'm a one handed pirate with a drinking problem. And you. You are perfection." he enunciated, touching her hip with his hand, stoking his thumb over the bone that stuck out from above her jeans.
He watched the back of her head, her light blonde hair cascading down her shoulder blades as she silently disagreed with him.
"You are so much more then that. So much more." she repeated, turning back around to face him, her hands tucking back under her face as she looked up at him, her hair falling off one shoulder and down to the blanket.
"I'm really not, love. I've been around a very long time. I've lived a lot of different lives. I've traveled this world and many more. And a one handed pirate with a drinking problem is all I'll ever be. So you see, lass? You can't possibly care for me." he explained himself, hoping to make her understand.
"You're an insufferable and condescending jackass. But I never said I cared for you." she challenged, reaching her hands across he space to rest on either side of his face. "Because I don't care for you." He leaned into her touch, kissing the inside of her palm. She smiled at the sweetness of his gesture. "I said I loved you."
He opened his mouth to say something, no doubt snarky and dismissive, but she stopped him. And the words she said made all the rude comments fall away from his lips, his eyes narrowing with annoyance.
"And if I die tomorrow, don't you dare think I didn't mean it." she assured him firmly.
"Don't say that, love." he muttered, moving his hand from her hipbone to circle around her waist, pulling her against him hard, her chest crashing against his. "You are not going to die. We are going to get your boy and we are all going to get the hell out of Neverland." he promised, leaning down to press his lips roughly against hers. She kissed him back with more desperation then she even knew she had. She ran one hand up his chest while the other wrapped around his neck, pressing her body closer against his.
"You don't know that." she breathed against his lips, the hand that was against his chest was now undoing his shirt buttons effortlessly. She pushed his shirt off his back, trailing her fingers over her bare muscles slowly, chills taking over his body.
"Aye, lass. I do know that. Because there is no way that tomorrow could play out that would end in me letting Pan win. And even less of a way in which he would take your life." he promised, his accent only turning her on more. He smirked down at her before ripping her tank top from her body, her blonde hair falling around her face in soft waves.
"You're so bloody beautiful." he said, his jaw clenched as he looked at her body. He quickly pushed her jeans over her small bottom and down her legs before she kicked them off to the dirt ground beside the blanket. She removed his just as fast before throwing one leg over his lap, straddling him in just her bra and panties. He was completely bare underneath her, his body hard with muscle beneath her small hands.
"My parents are literally right there." Emma laughed softly, throwing her head back with embarrassment before leaning down against his chest, letting him capture her lips tenderly. He wrapped his arm around her back as she arched it into his touch, grinding her hips slightly against him when she felt how much he wanted her.
"You'll just have to contain your shouting, darling." he smirked, moving her panties to the side before pushing into her, a sharp intake of breathe was all Emma let escape her throat. He pushed further into her again and again, pulling the back of her neck down hard before capturing her mouth to suppress her screams. A feminine moan left her lips and disappeared into his mouth as she kissed him hard, grinding her hips on top of him.
A quiet shuffle came from across the fire causing Emma to tumble off of Hook and crash to her side. She threw a blanket over both of their bodies and peeked over from between her fingers as she covered her face with embarrassment. It was just Regina turning over in her sleep, her back still to them.
Emma exhaled with relief, running her fingers through her hair and throwing the blanket over her head as she screamed quietly. Hook yanked the covers from her face with a laugh and pulled her against him, handing over her jeans and tank top. She put them back on as he did the same.
"You're not going to die tomorrow, Swan. Pirates honor." he smirked over at her when he noticed her eye lids closing slowly.
"I trust you." she whispered, her voice soft and sleepy as she scooted closer to him, her eyes closed.
"Gnight, love." he whispered, kissing the top of her head as she curled into his side, his eyes shutting soon after her rhythmic breathing put him to sleep.