Emma woke slowly from some kind of wonderful dream. She didn't have a solid memory of it, just a feeling of warmth and comfort that made her feel happy in a way that she wanted to continue. She relaxed, hoping to slip back into the dream again, running her hand over the bare skin of his chest and rubbing her face against it as she felt his hand cup her bottom possessively.

"Hook..." She mumbled, sleepily.

"Yes, love?"

Emma was instantly wide awake. "What the - ow!" She tried to sit up abruptly and hurt her shoulder in the process.

"Lie back down, love. You're still sore. I'll go get you some more of your medicine for the pain." Hook switched on the light that was on the nightstand. Emma groggily rubbed her eyes, and saw that the clock read two a.m.

"What - what are you doing here?" She glanced around, then realized he was only in his breeches and she was in her shirt and underwear. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"Relax, Swan. I was just taking care of you. You kept rolling onto your shoulder. I held you to keep you from hurting yourself more." He put a glass of water and two pills down on the nightstand. "Here, let me help you sit up." He slid his arm gently behind her, lifting her up.

"No, I don't want anymore of that stuff." Emma said, making a face.

"I liked it. You're bloody adorable when your inhibitions are down."

She looked at him wide-eyed. "What did I say?"

"You don't remember?" He arched a brow, but refused to say more.

"I was drugged." She protested.

"So you were. And you should be again from the look of that shoulder." Hook was right. Her shoulder was now a vivid range of colors and it hurt. A lot.

"I can manage," Emma said, reaching over to prod her shoulder gently. "I hope he's hurting as much as I am. I managed to knee him good in the balls while I was at it."

Hook's jaw tightened. "Good. They'll be nicely swollen when I rip them off."

"The line forms behind me." Emma said with a smirk. She tried to stretch but grimaced again when it pulled her shoulder. "How long before I'm healed up - did Whale say?"

"A few days at least, but from the look of it, I'd guess a week or more."

"I need a magic wand or something. I can't wait that long."

Hook sat down on the bed next to her. "Well, that's it, then, love. You need to use magic."

"Huh?"

"I watched you light a candle with magic while being attacked by shadows. I think you can manage a simple shoulder. Give it a try."

Emma looked at him doubtfully, but she settled her hand on her shoulder, closing her eyes and concentrating.

"It's not working."

"You're thinking too hard. You need to feel it. Just remember that you need to be well so you can take care of Henry."

Emma closed her eyes again, rubbing her shoulder lightly. Within seconds, a warm, purplish glow pulsed from beneath her fingers, radiating out and taking with it the pain and bruising. She opened her eyes and rolled her shoulder around, feeling it.

"It worked!"

Hook gave her a smile. "I'm glad you're better, love, but you still need your sleep. Henry is with his father, and your mother will be here in the morning."

"Mary Margaret - that's right, she was here. Wait - she left you with me?" Emma was confused.

Hook shrugged. "I can be quite persuasive, you know."

Oh, she knew it. Did she ever. Emma slid back down in the bed. He stood, straightening her covers. "Do you need anything else before I go?"

"You're going?"

Hook stood very still. "You don't want me to?"

"It's just - well, it's not like you to give up so easy."

He looked down at her thoughtfully. "I'm feeling a little indulgent. I just held you for hours and you didn't run away or call me names."

"I was drugged, remember?" She reminded him. "Thank you. For taking care of me, I mean."

He leaned down, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "Get some sleep, Emma."

He straightened back up, but before he could turn to go, she grabbed his hand.

"Hook." His eyes met hers and she took a deep breath. "Stay."

She didn't have to tell him twice. He lifted the covers, sliding in next to her. "You realize we're in your bed." He said. "There'll be no running away for you. And I'm not going anywhere until I see light in the sky."

"That's what I get for being impulsive," she said, as he pulled her into his arms.

For a one-handed man, he could get clothing off faster than she could have ever imagined. In no time at all he was moving over her, kissing her hungrily, as if he'd never get enough and she was kissing him back, reveling in the feel of him on her and then in her. She kissed his chest as he slid against her, wrapping her legs around him and running her hands over every inch of him. They moved as though they were fused into one, and for once, Emma didn't want to rush headlong into whatever pleasure she could find. She wanted to feel every moment of this, wring every single ounce of sensation out of it.

Hook was more than content to do the same. He moved on her slowly and deeply at first, with long, measured thrusts followed by stillness that had her writhing against him as his hand and mouth played across her body. He rolled to his side, pulling her leg up and over him so that he could kiss her more easily. His tongue traced her lips, then delved inside as they moved together, and soon they were out of control as her hands gripped his hair and his palm urged her hips forward. When it hit, the pleasure burned through them, leaving them moaning into each other's mouths.

He set his forehead against hers, gasping for air and waiting for his heart to slow down. He ran his hand lazily along her back, not wanting to move yet, and she seemed content to stay there for the moment.

Finally, Emma slid her leg down and rolled onto her back. With a loud sigh, she swung her legs off the side of the bed. Hook's hand came out to stop her. "Where are you going, love?"

There was a long, uncomfortable pause.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I need to use the restroom." She looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm coming back, Hook."

"How can I be sure," he said with a mocking scowl. "Is there a window in there?"

Emma took herself off to see to her needs, and by the time she'd returned, Hook appeared to be fast asleep. She turned off the bedside light and slid in next to him, not wanting to disturb him. She'd just turned on her side when she felt him roll over and his arm came around her.

"I've never been spooned by a pirate before." She mumbled.

"Spooned?"

"Holding someone from behind like this. Like two spoons in a drawer."

"Oh," he said, yawning. "And here I thought you were complaining because I wasn't versed in some new technique." He joked with her easily, but he'd be willing to bet a pile of gold that she hadn't been 'spooned' much at all in her life.

"Your technique is fine. No complaints here."

"Well, it is awfully hard to complain, love, when you're too busy moaning." She retaliated by putting her icy feet right on his legs. He made a strangled sound that made her laugh in spite of herself.

"Go to sleep, Swan." He kissed her hair. "I'm not going anywhere."

Emma's eyes drifted closed, and she didn't even realize her own arm was sliding along his, pulling herself in closer.

When she opened her eyes again, it was morning, and she was sprawled across his chest with her leg thrown over his. She grinned when she realized his hand was all but glued to her breast.

Then an insistent pounding on the door made her realize what had woken her.

"Emma! Em!"

"Mom! Hold on, let me find my key..."

Emma froze. Shit! She shook Hook as hard as she could and he sat up with a start. "What? What is it?" He spluttered.

She shushed him, putting a hand over his mouth as he stared in confusion at the wide-eyed horror on her face.

"Neal and Henry are here."