scarletsin asked:

Prompt: Emma and Hook talk about the kiss where Emma tries to deny that she felt anything but it than leads to another one, this time initiated by Hook. May or may not lead to smut, the choice is entirely yours. And btw, love all your fics, keep 'em comin'. :)

Prompt takes after 3x05 Good Form.


She was stupid.

So very, very stupid.

She was an idiot.

A moron.

So goddamned stupid.

Two days.

It had only been two days since she had thrown caution to the wind and had kissed Hook.

Two days of avoiding him.

Two days of refusing to look him in the eye.

Two days of second-guessing.

Two days of frustration, anger, regret…

Longing.

Standing at the edge of the jungle, arms crossed over her chest, head tilted upwards, she gazed unblinkingly at the dark night sky, desperately attempting to think about anything else other than where her mind kept insisting on drifting to…over and over and over again. She could hear the dying fire snapping and crackling behind her, the dull orange glow illuminating the heavy line of trees in front of her as she shook her head slowly, almost as if the slight movement would chase away the unnecessary and unwanted thoughts that had invaded her brain. Sighing, she debated on turning in; the rest of the group was sleeping soundly, their travels that day and the day's prior taking its toll on them. And deep down she knew she should be resting, she knew it was important to give her body a break—Neverland proved to be more trying and more dangerous with each passing day.

But every time she closed her eyes she saw him.

Felt him.

Tasted him.

It was unnerving.

And annoying.

"Ever going to stop avoiding me darling?"

God hated her…there was no other explanation…he hated her.

Closing her eyes at the sound of his voice, she groaned, her heart picking up in pace and a spark of something skittering across her skin. Almost all at once her body seemed to be on sensory overload—pulsing, tingling, waiting—and goddammit why wasn't he sleeping like the rest of them?

"Or do you plan on playing this game for the duration of our time in Neverland?"

"Go to bed Hook."

She could practically see the smirk on his face, could nearly picture the smug confidence in his step, could almost feel the heavy presence at her back as he moved closer and closer and closer….

He was suffocating.

Intoxicating.

Hugging herself tightly and rubbing her hands up and down the length of her arms, she refused to turn to him, knowing that it was exactly what he wanted, aware it was something she might not be able to handle just yet…facing him…alone.

"You'll not deny it then? That you've been avoiding me?" His voice was low and held the faintest note of mocking, his heavy lilt thicker than normal as the sounds of the lively jungle nearly drowned out his hushed words. "Refusing to look me in the eye, always making sure you're not found alone with me…." He shuffled even closer, she could feel the warmth of his body, could smell the scent of the sea. "I wonder why that is love, eh? Why do you seem so hellbent on keeping your distance? One would think something had occurred between us to bring on such an abrupt change in behavior."

He was a sneaky son of bitch.

Tensing, her eyes drifting back up to the dark sky scattered brightly with dim moons, shining stars, and colorful far off planets, she raised a brow, her spine going rigid as she felt his body brush up against the back of hers—the tiny hairs on the back of her neck rising as a wave of goosebumps rushed down her arms and her pulse skidded to a halt before racing fast.

Trouble.

Danger.

"Listen buddy," stepping away from him, she cleared her throat, trying to gain some composure before slowly turning and finally looking at him; her gaze narrowing when she saw, as expected, that he was wearing his signature smirk and that his eyes, twinkling with the tiniest hint of mischief, were clouded by something that she couldn't quite place…something she didn't want to place. "I've been avoiding you for exactly this reason." She gestured between them almost wildly, a scowl tugging at her lips as she took an unconscious step backwards, and then another, followed by another still—refusing to acknowledge the voices in her head that whispered coward in a hissing and harsh tones. "What happened…" she paused, her words faltering as she was suddenly bombarded by unwanted images—his lips moving against hers, her hands grasping at his coat, his fingers tangled in her hair. "That kiss was not—nothing, it was a mistake…it meant nothing okay? I've been avoiding you because I didn't want…" she huffed out a sigh, suddenly frustrated and a little more than pissed that he was so intent on forcing the issue. "I don't know…I didn't want you to get any ideas!"

That sounded believable.

"Is that right?" He stepped forward once; his eyes cleared of their earlier mischief and replaced with something she could only pinpoint as steely resolve, the realization bringing a sinking feeling to her stomach as she leveled him with a wary stare. "Curious…quite curious actually sweetheart."

Disregarding the taunting tone of his voice and the heat of his gaze, she squared her shoulders, and straightened her spine, refusing to back down—dimly acknowledging the part of her that didn't want to, that craved the confrontation.

Okay so they were doing this.

She supposed they needed to get it out in the open anyway, the time for tiptoeing around it clearly was over. The quicker they both acknowledged that it meant nothing, that nothing would come of it, the sooner they could get back to concentrating on Henry, on Neverland…on going home.

"Look, let's be serious, neither of us are likely to back down to a challenge and…" she shrugged, resisting the urge to step back again when he moved towards her once more, a slightly predatory look gleaming in his eyes. "I'm not saying it wasn't…" Hesitating she tried to find the right word—her brain offering no help as she was suddenly forced to remember how weak kneed and thrown she had been immediately after. "I'm not saying it wasn't…nice…but at the end of the day it was just a kiss. It's no big deal." She swallowed, her fingers clenching into fists as he continued to slowly close the space between them, his eyebrows shooting upwards almost as if he was amused by her description of the kiss. "It was bound to happen…I won't lie and say it hadn't been building up—that I hadn't thought about it before…but now that it happened we can both just acknowledge it for what it was…a one time thing that meant nothing…we—we felt nothing." She blinked once, twice, a small frown pulling at her lips and her vision suddenly shadowed as he stepped into her personal space, his body brushing against hers as he closed in on her.

And she should really back away.

Why the hell weren't her legs moving?

Why wasn't she pushing him away?

"It meant nothing." She reaffirmed lamely, the words coming out breathier than she would have liked as she found her gaze flitting from his lips to his eyes and then back again—the air stifling and thick and all too hot.

Move!

"I think you're lying to yourself…" His voice was quiet, thoughtful even, and she barely registered when he lifted his good hand to tug on her hair lightly, brushing it behind her shoulders before allowing his fingers to linger near her cheek. "I think you're scared…and that's why you've been avoiding me." He leaned in slightly with the last of his statement, his breath warm and smelling slightly of rum feathering across her lips in a gentle caress.

God. Dammit.

She tried to smirk, tried to fall back on snark and wittiness and sarcasm but all she could muster up was a sharp intake of breath, her eyes, heavy lidded and somewhat hazy, dropping to his mouth once again. "You—you're wrong."

Her voice, wavering and shaky, screamed her lie.

And by the tilt of his lips, she realized with the vaguest hint of dread that…

He knew it.

And she should have seen it coming. In a way she had dared him—with her words, her denial, her blatant refusal to accept anything other than the truth. She should have known what he was after the moment the conversation had started.

He wanted to force her to see.

He wanted to prove her wrong.

He wanted more.

And dammit she should have seen it coming.

But instead of picking up on his intent, blinded by his cockiness and too confident attitude, she had walked right into his well laid trap. So when his fingers moved from her cheek to snake behind her neck, wrapping around it tightly, she only stood rooted to her spot, completely thrown off guard and unable to move as he drew her head forward, his body shuffling closer to hers, so that they were pressed together with their foreheads touching lightly.

"I think darling, that you're the one who might be wrong."

His statement, quiet and simple, washed over her softly, hanging in the air as he paused—giving her a moment to absorb his meaning, allowing her a chance to run away.

To flee and never look back.

She stayed.

When his lips brushed hers—soft at first, a gentle barely there caress—she felt the tension that had wound itself around her all but drain away as her body betrayed her, almost immediately falling into his tender kiss. She hardly noticed the way he had wrapped his free arm around her waist to draw her even nearer, his hook pressing against her hip lightly as he kissed her more deeply. She barely registered the way her hands had drifted up to his collar without thought, her fingers fisting into his coat, pulling him even closer. Instead she could only concentrate on the feel of his lips, the way they moved slow, so slow, over hers—his teeth nipping at her once demanding entrance to her mouth, his tongue gently moving against hers when she immediately opened for him in response. More than a little dazed, feeling as if the world had just bottomed out on her, while a fire burned in her veins, she bit back a moan as he swept in lazily again and again—the taste of rum and something uniquely him invading her senses.

And as she felt their bodies press together even harder, muscled leather meeting her too sharp and poorly concealed curves, she dimly acknowledged the voice in her head that begged her to put a stop to it, even while something hot and dangerous began to roar to life deep inside of her.

Passion.

Lust.

Need.

She wanted more.

And just as she was about to grasp onto the idea, to take hold of it and embrace it tightly, he broke the kiss, lifting his head back from her somewhat suddenly. His mouth dragged from hers—his teeth scraping her lightly, his tongue shooting out to soothe—before he pulled away completely; the sound of a low growl vibrating in his throat sending sparks of desire shooting straight to her very core. And for a moment, as his lips hovered over hers and their heavy and panting breaths mingled, she could barely place a coherent thought, her entire body buzzing, the blood in her veins nearly humming as the fire continued to burn.

"Well," He swallowed once, his eyes on her lips and the muscles in his jaw working as he gradually put more space between them—removing his hook from her waist and detangling his fingers from her hair. Stepping back from her, he licked his lips in a move that was nothing short of deliberate; and somewhat numb and undeniably dazed, she could only let her weak arms fall limply to her side as he moved away slowly. "I suppose you're right darling…" His eyes finally meeting hers, the blue there no less vibrant and challenging than before, held her stare unblinkingly. "Nothing there…nothing at all."

The tone of his voice betrayed his lie.

The gleam in his eyes told her that he knew.

Without another word—no arrogant smirk, no lingering look, no taunting pet names—he turned away from her, the loss of his warmth immediately registering on her suddenly chilled and tingling skin as he stepped around her and leisurely made his way back towards the camp,

Good. God.

Blowing out a shuddering breath, she blinked as his figure disappeared into the shadows; her body alive with sensations and her lips burning from his kiss as she tried in vain to wrap her mind around what the hell had just happened…around what she was feeling…around what she had been denying.

What she was still denying.

Her stare still fixated in the direction he had headed, she raised shaky and unsteady fingers to her nearly trembling lips, brushing them, once, twice, before closing her infuriatingly stinging and heavy eyes. And suddenly exhausted she felt her shoulders slump slightly as she tried, almost desperately, to push the entire world away.

She was stupid.

So very very stupid.

End.


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