Here's the next chapter! My favorite chapter I've written so far, so I hope you all enjoy! Please, please, review! I know I'm begging, but I don't care. I love hearing from you guys!
~Mags
Chapter 9
"Where's the rum?" Emma asked as she entered his cabin with him following closely behind.
Hook sighed as he shut the door behind him and decided that arguing with her wouldn't help. "I think there's a bottle in the top left drawer of my desk."
Emma walked over to the desk and gave a quick nod of approval when she found the half empty bottle of rum tucked away. She grabbed it and then pointed at Hook as she shut the drawer and nodded to the chair. "Sit," she ordered before walking over to small table that held a water basin and grabbed the brown cloth that was draped over it.
When she turned back around she found Hook in his chair with his legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles and his hands were linked and resting comfortably on his chest. He grinned and spread those hands out in a mocking gesture. "I'm all yours, Dr. Swan."
She gave him a dry look as she kicked his feet. "Sit up."
He flinched slightly and let out a laugh. "You're quite the bossy one," he said but did as he asked and then lifted a brow when she straddled his legs. "Well, well, well...looks like someone wants to do more than play doctor."
She responded by fisting strands of his hair and tilted his head aggressively to the side, causing him to wince and then poured a healthy amount of rum on his cut and then smiled with satisfaction when he let out a stream of curses. "Aww, does that hurt?" she asked in a baby tone and then grabbed the cloth to dab it. "Poor, baby."
"Bloody hell!" He flinched away from her hands when she pressed on the cloth a tad too forcefully. He snagged the bottle from her hand and took a healthy swig before setting it on the desk. "You're asking for it, Swan."
She just laughed but did ease up on the cloth as she continued to clean his wound. "You'll live," she said setting the cloth aside and then ran her fingers softly through his hair to get a better look at the cut. "Doesn't look like it needs stitches, so that's good." She turned back around for the cloth and then gently placed it on his cut. "You should keep it on there for awhile…the bleeding has almost stopped but…"
Her voice trailed off when she looked down at him and realized how close he was. His head was tilted back slightly and those intense blue eyes were locked firmly with hers. She waited for him to say something foolish and flirty…more like hoping since she knew it would break the tension. But he never did.
He then lifted his hand and tucked some strands of her hair securely behind her ear. "Emma," he finally said as his eyes flickered to her mouth.
"Don't," she whispered when he shifted his lips an inch closer to hers.
His lips curved and their eyes met. "Come now, Emma…you know you're curious."
She shook her head in denial but knew her body betrayed her when she gripped his shoulder with her hand. She then gasped when she felt the cold metal of his hook slip into the waist of her pants and then yelped when he tugged her down onto his lap…straddling him. "Hook…"
"Relax, Swan." He slid his hook out and then hooked strands of her hair and watched her golden locks slide through the curve. "I'm just going to kiss you."
She pushed slightly at the hand that was still gripping his shoulder. "I don't want to kiss you."
"Liar," he said with a grin and then shrugged. "But that's okay…I don't mind doing all the work." He leaned forward in his chair and wrapped his hooked arm around her lower back, causing their chests to press tightly together. "You and I both know you could stop me at any time, Emma…so if you really don't want this…stop me."
She moved her hand that still held the cloth to his wound away…planning on shoving him away just to make a point, but found herself unable to do it. She couldn't move…his eyes seemed to have some kind of power on her and she felt powerless. She felt his warm breath fanning her lips and could smell the hint of rum and couldn't help but wonder if he would taste the same.
Maybe one kiss wouldn't hurt, she thought as his lips lightly grazed her chin and felt her whole body tremble with anticipation. She whispered his name again, but this time it wasn't in denial…but longing.
Their lips were a hairsbreadth away from touching and just as Hook tilted his head to swoop in…a knock came at the door.
Emma flinched back as if she was about to get stung and then looked at Hook with wide, wary eyes, before looking at the door, and then back at Hook. He smiled sadly as he leaned forward until his lips were grazing her ear. "Another time, then," he murmured softly and then leaned back in his chair as she scrambled off his lap.
"That was a mistake," she said firmly before heading to the door.
"Nothing happened," he said as he got up from the chair and followed her. "But I can assure you when it does…it won't be a mistake."
She looked over her shoulder and gave him a warning glare before turning back around and opening the door. "Gold."
Hook narrowed his eyes. "Can we help you?" he asked with pure sarcasm and resentment in his voice.
"I'm here for Emma," he said as he held up a cup of steaming tea. "I thought some chamomile would help you relax."
"Thanks, but…I'm fine," she assured him. "I'm not a fan of tea."
"Then treat it like medicine and take it like a good girl," he said as he handed it to her. "You need some rest…your dad is worried about you and like we said earlier...you won't be any help to Henry if you run yourself ragged."
She let out a resigning sigh as she lifted the cup towards her lips. "Fine…I'll take it like a good…Hey!" she exclaimed when Hook suddenly took it from her and took a long greedy sip of his own. "What the hell are you doing?"
Hook paused a moment as if he was waiting for something to happen and then looked at Gold. "Just checking the temperature," he said to Emma even though his eyes stayed on Gold. "It's fine."
"Interesting," Gold said before turning and walking away.
Hook just handed the cup back to a stunned Emma before walking back into the room. "What am I eight?" she asked before she took a sip of her own…and then choked on it when she realized what he did. "You idiot!" she managed when she finally was able to swallow the tea. "You stupid, jackass of an idiot!"
She threw the half empty tea on the floor and stalked towards him. "Hey…that's a nice rug…a gypsy gave it to me two-hundred years ago when…"
"Don't you do that again!" she exclaimed as she shoved him.
"Hands off, Swan," he warned with a glint in his eye. "I'm not doing this with you right now."
"You took that sip because you didn't trust, Gold…you wanted to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with it."
"You're damn right I don't trust him and you're damn right I did."
"Why?" she exclaimed. "Why would you do that? If it had been poisoned…and it was stupid of you to think that because Gold wouldn't hurt me…but if it had, then you would have been killed."
He lifted his brows in astonishment. "Wow, that's impressive, Swan…how'd you manage to figure that one out?"
"Oh, screw you, Hook!" she shot back as she stepped closer. "I don't want you to do that again…I don't want you to ever risk your life like that for me again, understood?"
He tilted his head down until they were inches apart. "No…not understood…I'm not just going to sit by and let something happen to you. I care about…"
Emma watched his words fade and when he stumbled slightly she shot forward and grabbed his arm. "Hook…"
"I'm fine," he said as he shook his head clear. "I'm just…really tired all of the sudden." He turned away from her and started to make his way to the bed and when he swayed again, Emma was suddenly by his side. "I'm okay."
"No, you're not," she said as she slid an arm around his waist. "Looks like Gold put something in that tea after all…I'm starting to feel sleepy myself."
He cursed softly as they stumbled up the two steps leading up to his four-poster bed. "There, you see?" he said as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed. "Never trust a damn crocodile."
"I think he was just trying to help," Emma assured him as she yawned. "I should go and get to a bed."
"You'll never make it…just sleep here," he said as he tiredly kicked off his boot and then the other. He barely had the energy to take off his hook and set it on the bedside table beside him before collapsing onto the pillow. "It's a powerful sleeping position…all I want to do is sleep and that's not like me when there's an irresistible woman standing two feet in front of me. Too tired to mess with you so just…go on the other side or sleep on the floor for all I care."
She was too damn tired to argue. "Fine," she said as she started to crawl over him to the other side.
"Don't you dare get on my bed with those boots…lose them."
She rolled her eyes as she plopped down to take them off. "Geez, who are you, Mary Poppins?"
"I have no idea who that is, but I'm assuming that was some kind of insult."
"It was," she confirmed as she threw her boots on the floor before falling back onto the pillows. "Just stay clear on your side, Hook."
He just let out a tired grunt as he rolled over on his side. "You better not snore, Swan," he muttered into his pillow.
"Shut up." She closed her eyes and felt herself drift into sleep. "Going to strangle Gold when I wake up."
"Get in line."
