DARK HORSE [4]
HOOK
My original plan was to impress Emma so much that she'd leave Neal for me but it that seemed to backfire since she hasn't stopped sitting with Neal and Henry. I sat with Charming and the Dwarves keeping an eye on Emma every now and then. "What'd I say about my daughter, Hook?" Charming would say every now and then but I'd just cast him a smile.
I knew that he was just being a protective father but this isn't my first rodeo about a father standing in my way. He's a minor storm in my waves to reaching to Emma but it's that bloody Neal that's the typhoon. Emma's expression either never changed or I was bad at reading her expressions. (Obviously, the second one is wrong.)
"So, here we are battering the hell out of the stone and I'm just hammering away-" the beardy one, the pack leader started. "He's so infuriated that Snow and Emma are still in the enchanted forest," another one that I had no interest to remember replied back. "So, I start hammering and then I put slight pressure on it and I just slide and fall through the wall!"
Charming laughed and I looked back at him, everyone here seemed to be laughing or smiling in some sort of way. Each one of these townsfolk all had bad beginnings but their still searching for their happy endings? That was something I couldn't get through my head. Was everyone entitled to their own happy ending? Or maybe it's just their own thought of having a happy ending? Why did I care so much about happy endings? Why was I even asking myself these ridiculous questions?
I looked over at ol' Crocodile sitting with his lady who was eating a burger, somehow as I watched him closely. His eyes were glimmering full of happiness, did he find his soul-mate? His happiness made me jealous. He stole my own from me and yet here he is glimmering with love and I'm sitting in unfamiliar clothes and the Lass is sitting with his son.
I felt one of them nudge me and I looked over, "Do you want a beer?" I heard the beardy one ask me. "Oh, no thanks, mate." I said looking back over at Emma. "Hook, are you just going to gawk at my daughter through this whole night?" "If it means to get to talk to her, possibly mate." Charming sighed and rolled his eyes. I see where Emma got that from.
Suddenly, Emma's chair squeaked loudly and she was red in the face with anger. "No, you can't do that! I just got my son back after your 'fiancé' got him nearly killed! No way in hell, Neal!" Emma turned on her heel grabbing her coat and went around back. I saw Neal stand up to go after her but Mary Margret put a hand on him. I took this golden opportunity to go check on her myself.
"Where are you going?" Charming asked putting his hand on me and standing up, "I'm going to go talk to Emma, see if she's okay." "Don't bug her, Hook, she's probably not in the mood." I looked up at him, "Why would I want to go pester an angry woman? I've learned my lesson more than once, mate." I removed his hand and went out the door.
Emma's car was parked across the street but she wasn't in it. "Emma?" I called out waiting for her to throw a profanity or at least throw something but nothing but the crickets. "Emma? I'm not going to bug you, I swear, Lass." I murmured. I heard a bottle fall and a curse word, "Found you." I muttered and turned around to the alleyway of the diner.
It was probably the darkest alleyway, she was very well hidden since she was dressed in black. I came up to her and she was holding her hand and muttering cuss words. She saw me walking and groaned, "Not right now, Killian." I held up my hands, "I just came to see if you're okay." "I'm fine, thanks." She hissed holding her hand. "By the looks of it, you aren't okay."
"I said I'm fine!" She snapped, her body was shaking with anger. I took a step forward holding my hands up. "I'm not here to bug you, Emma." I said calmly. "Then what the hell are you here for?" I couldn't see her all the way in the darkness. Her voice cracked but I moved forward. "I came to check on you, and maybe if you'll let me, check your hand." "Just go, Killian!" She yelled.
"If there is one thing I've learned about headstrong women, it's to never leave them when they are upset." Emma ran a hand through her hair, frustrated. She came out the shadows just long enough for me to see her teary eyes and long enough for me to get shoved. "Just go! Jesus! Let me be myself."
Something told me that this wasn't her just being angry at Neal. I didn't move and she turned back around. "God, you are so persistent!" I saw her lunge forward, either for a punch or a shove, either way I didn't want to find out. My hand found her wrist and I caught it, I saw her raise her other arm and I blocked that with my forearm.
I pushed her against the wall to block anymore counter attacks. A grunt came past her lips as the force of the wall hit her back. "Don't fight me, I'm not your enemy, love." I whispered staring into her eyes, she fought against me for a solid minute and then after looking up at me she stopped. We locked eyes for a moment. In that moment I was clear that she had something in there for me.
It was that one look that she and I shared, that one look that set us alive. Then, like a moth to the flame our lips connected into a heated kiss. Her anger and my calmness mixed into a hot & cold remedy. My hand loosened on her wrist and then finally I let them go letting her arms wrap about my neck and tangle in my hair. I felt her tongue on my lower lip, her tongue tracing my bottom lip carefully.
A groan escaped my lips as my body reacted in a way it shouldn't have. I grasped her leg and wrapped it around my waist as with the other leg, closing the remaining space between us. Our lips never stopped moving. It was heated, it was angry, and it was passionate.
I would say this is almost as good as when she kissed me in Neverland but it's nothing close. My hand tangled in her blond hair as my hook gently stroked her side. Emma removed her lips from mine and I felt her ground her hips into mine which caused me to groan loudly. My lips went to her neck almost immediately as this happened as a reflex I began to grind back.
"Killian," she growled on my lips, "Oh, don't do that to me, lass." I hissed grinding my teeth to suppress anything else I could do. "Take me," I froze as with my heart as she half whimpered and half moaned it. "You don't want that," I whispered. "Oh, yes. I do, please take me, Killian." She whispered lustfully with her hips into mine. With her begging like this, it wasn't hard for me to say yes. But a part of me was saying to not take her. She's vulnerable and upset, I'm not a man of bad form. "Killian, please, just-" she was cut off when we heard the diner door open. "Emma?" Charming called out.
Bloody hell
