R - emma gives hook a massage after he strains his shoulder. involves hook laying stomach down on the bed with emma straddling his lower back

"Oh, gods, Emma, don't sto-" He interrupted himself with a sharp gasp and a low groan that trailed off into nothingness as she continued to press her fingers into his sore muscles. When she shifted lower to a new spot on his back, he full-out whimpered and practically melted into the bed, causing a small laugh to bubble up in Emma.

"Imagine if anyone could see you now, you big scary pirate." She leaned down, allowing her hair to trail across his back as she pressed her face close to the side of his. "You're not even this bad during sex."

He growled at her, but it lacked its usual force with his face pressed into the comforter and his body so loose and pliable under her. Emma just chuckled and resumed her ministrations, drawing another extended moan out of him.

"I told you you shouldn't have picked that up, you know. If I was anything less than the nicest person ever, I'd be leaving you to deal with this on your own, you know," she retorted with a smile.

"I was being helpful, Emma," he mumbled, the words muffled against the bed, as though the very word was distasteful. "For you, I might add."

"And I'm very appreciative, I promise," she purred, lightly drawing her fingers down his sides as she shifted her hips to press against his ass.

He growled again, sharper this time, and lifted his head. "Don't tempt me, princess."

"Don't call me that," she muttered, shifting forward and pressing down again on his shoulder, eliciting a deep rumbling sound from him.

"I, ah, think, I'll - damn it, Emma," he swore when she pressed a little harder, working at the knot against his spine. "I'll call you whatever I like, you damn vixen."

"Well, then I'll probably have to punish you some way." She continued to massage his back, using a little more pressure than was probably necessary, but she was making a point.

"I'll have you know I stand up extremely well under torture, love." If he'd been able to turn his head far enough, Emma was sure he would be leering at her. "Besides, I've heard the things you say, ah, at your most vulnerable. I don't think I've ever called you a heartless bastard befo-" She pulled back and punched his arm, hard enough, probably that he'd have a bruise. "Damn it, Emma!" He shifted suddenly, rolling himself over under her as his hand fell to her hip, holding her in place over him.

"I swear, you do as much damage to me as you bloody father," he groused. Emma chuckled and shook her head.

"I like you too much for that. Sometimes you're pretty useful."

At that, he grinned, wide and wicked.

"Really?" he asked, sliding his thumb up enough to brush under the thin top of her pajamas.

"Really," she breathed, leaning down over him, bringing their bodies closer. She purposefully rocked her hips side to side, just enough to feel his fingers tighten against her skin. And then, with a final grin, she brushed her lips against his in a light kiss, and rolled off of him to her side of the bed, flicking the lamp off and plunging the room into darkness.

"Sometimes," she emphasized as she slid herself under the covers away from him. The bed shifted behind her, and she pretended to fall asleep, letting out a loud faux snore. She nearly choked on it though when his hand slipped across her side and slid under her top, brushing across her stomach before finding the curve of her breast.

Emma could feel him moving behind her, and then his lips were on her neck, trailing a line of soft kisses across her skin.

"You're amazing, you know," he whispered softly, pressing himself against her back. "I can't even feel the ache anymore. At least, not that one," he added, his lips curving into a smile as they brushed her skin. "Let me return the favor, darling."

It was nearly impossible to hold in her moan as his hand slipped back across her stomach and under the waistband of her shorts and underwear, instantly falling between her legs.

"Come on, love," he continued, peppering kisses across her jaw and cheek as she stubbornly tried to ignore what he was doing to her. He found her clit, though, and started pressing light circles against it. When his fingers slipped lower, one sliding inside of her, she couldn't keep it in anymore, and her mouth slipped open in a gasp. He took full advantage of the movement and slid forward to kiss her, sweeping into her mouth as he curled his finger inside of her, sliding it in and out as he swept his thumb across her clit.

"I hate you," she muttered when he finally pulled away and went back to her neck, pressing his face into her skin.

"No you don't." Smug bastard, she thought.

He picked up his pace, expertly twisting another finger into her, and it was too much. Emma could feel her stomach tightening and then she was there, coming on his fingers with a soft sound. He rode her through it, not stopping his movements until she went limp against him. Slowly, he slipped his fingers out of her and his hand went back around her waist, pulling her against him.

"No, I don't," she admitted softly, tilting her head back so she could kiss him. When she tried to deepen it, to roll back against him, he kept her where she was.

"Go to sleep, love," he murmured, brushing his lips against the nape of her neck. "I'm fine."

Emma made a grumpy sound, and he chuckled against her, the sound pressing against her back pleasantly.

"That was for you." He continued to nuzzle softly at the side of her neck until she relaxed back against him, her arm coming up to hold his.

"I love you, you dork," she whispered after a long moment, sliding her fingers between his. He hummed and tilted his head, his chin pressing against her shoulder.

"And I love you, Emma."