Emma tried very hard not to think about a certain pirate all morning long with very limited success.

Who did he think he was, telling her she was beautiful?

Worse, he made her feel like he meant it. Damn him.

And where the hell was Neal last night? It still didn't sit right with her that he was off celebrating with his buddies instead of hanging out with his kid on the custodial night that he had insisted upon.

Men. Always a problem.

She got up from her desk and headed over to the filing cabinet on the wall. The dwarves had a little too much mead the night before and ended up mooning the picture window of Granny's Diner. Granny was good and pissed about it, too, so now Emma had to assign them community service, which meant paperwork. Seven sets of it.

She had half a mind to fine them on top of it, she hated the paperwork that much. Emma dug around in the file drawer, pulling out everything she needed and shoving it into a haphazard pile that promptly slid out of her arms and all over the floor right in front of the jail cell.

"Great. Just my luck." She'd just managed to scoop it all up and stand up with it, when it all flew up in the air again - as an arm snaked around her from behind. She'd know that prosthetic anywhere.

"Hook! Look what you made me do!" She said angrily. She started to turn around, but he pushed her forward, sending her off-balance. She had to grab the bars on the cell in front of her to keep from falling. Before she could straighten back up again, he'd kicked her legs apart and inserted one of his own between them, and his hand had started unbuttoning her pants.

"What the hell - ?" Emma started to protest. "Hook! I'm on duty!"

"I've come to collect." He said, with a charming grin. "Now be a good lass and keep your hands on those bars. This will go a lot easier without any interference from you."

"You've come to - Oh, no! Not here and definitely not now." She tried to turn, but his arm around her waist and his stance between her legs had her caught.

"Hush. I've locked the door, love, and we're quite alone. Unless you make a lot of noise - and I fully intend to see that you do - no one will be the wiser, unless they're passing close by."

"Hook! I mean it! You...unnnn..." She stopped talking as his fingers found her, and he stepped in, pulling her tighter against him as his lips found their way up the side of her neck.

"There's a good lass," he encouraged. "Stop trying to control everything for just five minutes, Swan. Give over and just let it happen."

Emma couldn't have answered him if she tried. Her hands gripped the bars in front of her as his fingers pressed and probed and stroked and circled, all while his talented tongue traced a slow pattern just below her ear.

"I wanted to do this the first day we met, did you know that, love?" His voice was low, seductive. "From the moment you put a knife to my throat, all I wanted to do was pin you down and watch you moan."

She was definitely giving him his wish. The moans were coming out and no amount of biting down on her lip was stopping them. She tilted her hips forward, moving with the motion of his fingers when suddenly everything tightened and focused in on the spot just under his circling thumb. He slid his hand down, pressing in hard as he pushed her from behind, rocking her into his palm and she exploded. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the bars, and his leg formed a shelf for her to lean into as her knees gave out beneath her.

Hook slid her down to the floor, and positioned himself with his back against the bars before he pulled Emma into his lap. He settled her in, stroking her from side to hip as he held her.

"I consider this debt paid, but you're welcome to add a gratuity if you'd like to go another round." He said, dropping a kiss on her head.

Emma was slumped against him, but as soon as she gained her senses, she scrambled off of him, punching his arm hard enough to elicit a groan in response.

"What the hell, Hook!" She got unsteadily to her feet.

"Don't go. I thought we were having a moment." Hook said, getting up to join her.

"Yeah, well...I don't do laps."

Hook gave her a cheeky grin. "As I recall, you 'did' my lap rather splendidly last week." He stepped forward, pushing her hair off her forehead. "Why don't you like to be held?" He asked, in a low voice.

She swatted his hand away. "I have work to do. Do you mind?" She zipped up her pants and fastened the button, giving him a glare. "Don't ever do that again."

"Don't ever again leave me the way you did last night. I don't leave my women wanting. It's not good form, love."

"I had to go."

He pulled her into him tightly, and his eyes narrowed.

'No, you didn't. And if you want me to play by your rules, Swan, you're going to play by mine. Stop. Lying. To Me."

"Stop it, Hook." She gritted out.

"You think you're the only one who can tell when someone is lying? I've told you before, Swan, you're an open book. You wanted me last night. You wanted me all night long, but you stopped yourself."

"One of us has to be the grown-up, Hook. I had to be at work this morning. Now, if you'll excuse me..." She started to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let her.

"I'm not done yet, love. Before I go, I want you to look me in the eye and use your special powers of discernment."

"What?" Emma looked away, trying to step back again. Hook was having none of that. He leaned in until his forehead was touching hers.

"I'm not going to let you run away, Swan. Look at me - you know I'm not lying."

Emma stared at him for a long, tense moment.

"You need to go."

He shook his head slightly, still keeping his forehead to hers. Then his arms slid around her and he kissed her, deep and hot and for a very, very long time. Emma was stiff at the first onslaught, but found her resistance fading as the kiss went on and she was melting into him, feeling every inch of him against her - his arm tight around her back, his hand tangled in her hair as his tongue circled hers and she was lost. Completely lost.

She pulled away, staggering back a few paces. They were both breathing hard, and Emma brought a trembling hand to her lips.

"Okay, that's it. This was a bad idea." She took a deep breath. "We're done, Hook. I can't let this continue."

"What?" He stepped forward, and his face clearly showed his anger.

"I thought we could keep this easy, but it's getting complicated. I don't have room for complicated in my life, and neither do you. I just think it's better for us both if we stop this now before we end up making things worse."

"Worse? Worse? You throw your words like knives, tease the hell out of me, leave me in the middle of a dalliance and deny yourself even the slightest indulgences. How much worse do you think it could get?" He paced the room, throwing his hands up in the air. "And now you think to just walk away because - why is that, exactly?"

Emma looked at the floor. "You know why." She said quietly.

He stopped in front of her. "Aye, I do. But we have an accord, and I won't be the one to break it. I meant what I said - Emma, look at me -" He lifted her chin with his fingers. "I meant what I said. I'm not letting you run. Just be honest with me, that's all I ask."

She took in a deep breath. "OK, this is me, being honest. I want you to leave. I really do." She held her arm out, pointing at the door.

Hook gave her a short nod and strode to it, unlocking it before he pulled it open. He turned back to her, and his eyes were blazing blue.

"This isn't over, Swan." He slammed the door shut behind him, and Emma watched him go. He was the most infuriating, maddening, bullheaded pirate she had ever met.

Okay, so he was the only pirate she'd ever met.

And as angry as she was at him, she was angrier at herself, and for the way her heart warmed at the promise in his words.