A/N:Hi, all! Sorry it's been a while, but I'm done with my school's musical, so hopefully I'll be able to post a little more often now :) So, I realized I haven't written anything really fluffy in some time, so here's a date night for Hook and Emma!

Disclaimer:

I don't own OUAT. The song is "Close Your Eyes" by Michael Bublé.

Close Your Eyes

You're my life and my safe harbor

Where the sun sets every night

And if my love is blind,

I don't want to see the light

Turns out trying to navigate a pier while blindfolded is harder than you'd think.

"Killian, where are you taking me?" Emma asked for the tenth time. She was getting a little tired of tripping over the rough planking of the docks.

The pirate responded with a chuckle as he squeezed her hand. "It's a surprise, love. Just trust me."

"How about you wear the blindfold next time!" she grumbled, which only made Hook laugh harder.

After a few more paces, Hook stopped her. She felt him tug at the knot of the blindfold on the back of her head. "All right, open your eyes," he said as he slipped off the blindfold.

Emma's jaw dropped as soon as she saw what lay before her: the Jolly Roger was strung with lights, and a dinner table was set up on the main deck. Emma turned to him, astonishment clearly written on her face.

"You did all this?"

"Well, I can't take all the credit. Henry was almost as enthusiastic about this as I was."

"Henry…So that's why he kept bringing up our date!" Emma smiled and shook her head.

She should have realized something was up when he kept bugging her about her plans. And if that wasn't enough, he also picked out her outfit and practically shoved her out the door when Killian came to pick her up.

Hook guided Emma up the gangplank to the deck where dinner was waiting for them. He even pulled out her chair for her (bonus to dating a centuries-old gentleman: chivalry was definitely not dead). They sat down to a plate of Granny's famous spaghetti and meatballs, which always made Emma's mouth water. Killian got up to fix their drinks, and music started playing quietly from the bar. Looking over, Emma saw portable speakers with Mary-Margaret's iPod attached. Killian noticed her look and walked back to the table.

"Henry showed me how to do that," he explained. "And your mother insisted we use her 'romantic playlist.'"

"Good 'ole Mary-Margaret," she teased as they clinked glasses.

The candlelight danced in their wine as they sipped the crimson liquid. They ate and talked until the first stars appeared. At one point during their dinner, Emma considered making a joke about Lady and the Tramp with their meatballs, but she wasn't sure if he would understand the reference.

When they had cleared the table, Hook strolled to the iPod and searched for a certain song. The soft melody floated through the air. Hook glided back to Emma and held out his hand.

"Care to dance, milady?"

Emma laughed and shook her head, yet took his hand nonetheless. "I have two left feet, you know."

"I'll take care, Swan," he said with a wink.

He pulled her close so her head was resting against his chest. His hand wrapped protectively around her's, and he slid his hook down to her lower back. They swayed side to side, moving as one. The singer began to croon, and Hook sang to her under his breath:

"Close your eyes. Let me tell you all the reasons why I think you're one of a kind. Here's to you, the one that always pulls us through. You always do what you got to do. You're one of a kind. Thank God you're mine."

Emma gazed over his shoulder to see the tea lights reflecting off the gentle waves. The full moon floated on the horizon, and a blanket of stars covered the sky. A perfect night. She breathed in the scent of him: a mix of salty sea air and rum. He brushed his lips softly over the crown of her head.

"I've wanted to do this…" he whispered.

"What? Have me step all over your feet?" she teased.

"You haven't stepped on my feet once!" he laughed. "I wanted to dance with you. To hold you in my arms like this."

She pulled back a little to look at him. She lifted her hand to stroke his jawline. A soft smile pulled at his lips.

"I love you, you know that?"

He smiled wider before pulling her into a kiss. "I know," he murmured against her lips.

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