A/N: This is now rated 'M'. So if mature content bothers you, please don't continue reading. That being said, I decided that I didn't need to get sleep and wrote this chapter so I could post it quickly. I hope you guys like it, thank you to all the reviewers. Thanks for reading. ^_^

Part Eleven
When It's Good, It's Good

Well, Emma. She'd gone and done it now. She had meant what she said, she was fully intending on doing what she felt was right. And God help her if kissing him didn't feel all kinds of right.

Overzealous much? Mabye. But screw restraint, if she was doing this she was doing this.

Emma wasn't standing any more. He had lifted her with insane ease onto the edge of that hospital bed and had pulled the back of her knee forward while kissing her backward into the sheets. And Emma held onto that obnoxious collar with all her strength as her legs latched and wrapped and squeezed. They were being so loud. How did no one hear it?

"We should move." Tearing away had been incredibly difficult and she was completely winded. Her shoulders fell up and down with the force of each breath and her fingers twisted around his collar. Okay, maybe it had been a while for her. So she was eager. So she was particularly sensitive. She was not about to associate any of her adrenaline fueled senses with him specifically.

There was absolutely no trace of humor in Hook's voice. "Where?"

"Uh…" Shit. She hadn't thought about where. Did she have a where? Just not here, obviously. "I dunno. We just can't here."

His shoulders fell, but he had not yet allowed her space to sit upright. Which meant he was tangled in her legs, leaning over her, with a few pieces of hair sticking out at the wrong angle. That had been her fault. She'd grabbed a handful and apparently, it was the exact thing to do since that is how they ended up nearly horizontal.

"My ship." He said finally.

Emma frowned. "Seriously?"

"And your suggestion would be?" He prompted sharply.

"Right. I don't have any." Emma bit her lip and considered. Boat. Apartment. Was there really that much of a difference? No logical reason why not. "Okay. Boat it is."

She pushed against him lightly, trying to free herself, but as she rose he went down and then she was kissing him breathless again. So much for self control. "Seriously…" Denying him her lips made him opt for her cheeks, her chin, her neck. "Seriously…we…not here…"

Hook let out a sigh as his head fell into her shoulder. "And I am to play by your rules."

"Yeah. My rules." She said, forgetting that she had even said that. "And my rules say no hospital rooms where the door has a window." She could feel his head turn and she guessed he was just remembering said window. With a sigh he straightened and offered his good hand to help her. She took it and began to smooth out her clothing. As she was combing her fingers through her hair she pointed at his. "You should probably fix that."

With a huff he was smoothing down the stray pieces. Emma looked for the coat Mary Margret had brought for her and threw it on as she went for the door. She felt it necessary to look back and forth before leaving, to make sure it was clear. Not that it mattered if people saw them. Maybe the fact that they'd just been inches from clawing their clothes off made it seem much weirder than it was. Emma motioned for him to follow her and they ducked out of the hospital with little problems. Once they were outside Hook paused and looked up at the sky, stalling Emma.

"What're you looking for?" She said, looking up too since he seemed to be searching for something.

Hook pointed upward, "The docks are due northeast. Which would be…" he followed a line with his hand and then pointed what Emma assumed was northeast. "That way."

"Did…" Emma jogged to catch up to him and was smiling. "Did you just use the stars to get directions?"

Hook glanced at her, "Pirate, love. I find it easier to navigate with the stars."

"Yeah, but I could have just told you where the docks are." She said and when he frowned she added, "But it's impressive. Considering."

The night air was cool and the breeze was colder. It cooled Emma's head and she considered what she was currently endeavoring to do. The lunacy was not lost on her. I mean, when she said it to herself.

I am about to sleep with Captain Hook.

See? Ridiculous. As she processed this thought it was the first time she considered calling him Killian. She hadn't really considered the differences in the name, but if she could guess…Hook was the name he adopted after the whole hand thing with Rumplestiltskin. So it had been his name during his whole binge for revenge. Thing about the past is that as much as you want to let it go, it still affects you. Changes you. However you learn to handle it those experiences can't be taken away and they make you the person you are. So he would never be old Killian again, Hook would always be a part of him. She could understand that. It's just…for a moment she considered what that meant. That meant that the vengeful pirate she'd known wasn't the only part of who he was. And holy shit, she'd just had a full on existential epiphany in the space of a five minutes.

Clearing her throat she hoped that he hadn't chosen that moment to play that mind game where he told her exactly what she was thinking. His eyes were forward, so she doubted he was paying her any attention. Which was good. She wasn't ready for him to know what she thought about all that yet. It was a tiny revelation and she was curious to see where it went, but nothing more.

They reached the dock and Emma looked at the ships in front of them, trying to figure out which one would be his but…none of them really fit. Then he started walking toward the empty part of the dock and she chuckled, hanging back. "What, your ship invisible or something?"

Hook paused. Stared at her. Smirked. Then stepped into thin air.

"Invisible ship. I feel like I should have seen that coming." Emma approached warily, trying to see the haze of an outline, anything to help her believe there was really a ship there. She ended at about the spot where he had disappeared and hesitated. There was nothing there. She examined the space before he was once again standing in front of her, a rippling in the air as he passed through some sort of barrier.

"I need you to wait here while I make sure it's clear."

"What'd you mean clear?" She asked, eyes narrowed.

He offered her a charming smile, no doubt hoping to console her into dropping the issue. "Just a minute."

"Hook." She ordered, not liking that her first thought was Cora. "There's something you're not telling me."

At least he had the grace to drop the smile. "Don't concern yourself with—"

"It's Cora. She came with you." Emma lowered her head, hands on her hips. "I should've known…she's how you got here isn't she?"

His eyes were lowered and he stared at her resolutely. "Aye. She was with me."

Emma bit her tongue. How did she not consider that? "Where is she now?"

"I don't know."

"Great. So there's some random psycho on the loose and here I am about to bed her accomplice." Emma put her hand to her forehead. "This is crazy. Ugh…damn it."

"I'm not her accomplice." He hissed, stung. "I'm no longer aligned with Cora. I was never really allied with her to begin with. I needed to get here, to your world and she was my ticket and that is the end of it."

Emma narrowed her eyes. "Why do I get the feeling that you're stretching some of that?"

Hook met her stare and seemed to be wrestling with his next words. "I am not lying to you, Emma." Then his eyes closed briefly before he continued. "But I am omitting information."

"Okay, what information?"

"See, if I could tell you then I wouldn't have omitted it in the first place." He argued. "I'm not here to lie to you, but I need you to trust me on this. I will tell you everything when it's time, but for now you'll just have to take my word."

Emma kicked at the ground, pursing her lips. "Take your word. Perfect. So you're basically telling me that I have to trust that you're not here working for Cora?"

"That is exactly what I am saying." He said evenly.

She shook her head. "Can't. I can't…"

"Take that risk?" He took a step toward her, now standing completely on the dock with her. "Yes, I've heard that before. This is about the part where you chain me to something and walk away."

"I apologized for that."

"And yet you seem determined to repeat the offense." He seemed genuinely angry, though he wasn't shouting or threatening, she knew the topic was still a touchy one.

But he had a point. She'd admitted that she'd been thinking of her own fears when she had betrayed him at the beanstalk. Maybe he hadn't been physically hurt by it, but it had still been the wrong thing to do. He was being honest with her, even if he was being cryptic. Maybe he did have a good reason to not tell her everything.

Emma let her shoulders fall. "If you knew where she was, would you tell me?"

"Yes."

"And you're serious about not working with her?"

"Emma, I consider her an enemy."

Emma shrugged. "Then okay."

He raised an eyebrow. "You'll trust me?"

"I'll believe that you're telling me the truth. How's that?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Give it time, Emma Swan. But for now, I suppose that is all I can ask."

Emma nodded. "All right." She looked sideways, where a boat should have stood and pointed. "So. Do I get to see it or not?"

His right hand extended and Emma stared at the gesture. Taking his hand was sealing her faith in him. Or at least in his story. Emma set her palm on his outstretched hand and paused before curling her fingers and squeezing.

Then she was being pulled into the air and the next thing she knew a full on ship was sitting in front of her. Emma stepped onto the deck and, okay, she was impressed. He released her hand and started walking toward a door that probably led to the cabins or down stairs or whatever ship stuff was called.

"I won't be long. Stay on deck until I get back."

Emma nodded and then he was gone. The boat swayed under her feet and she adjusted her stance with the movement. Once she accepted that the ship would move with the water occasionally, she found it easier to move around. First place she went? The helm.

Licking her lips she smiled at the boat steering wheel and made sure that Hook wasn't back before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around the handles. Grinning like mad, Emma began to turn it and the ship responded with a few creaks and groans that made her pull her hands back. Once she determined that nothing was going to happen she took the helm again and spun it the other way. It was harder to turn than she had thought, but she was able to spin it back and forth without too much difficulty.

And then she realized that she, Emma Swan, was standing on a pirate ship. She started to get into this pretend steering thing. Getting her shoulders and body into it.

"You're a natural."

Emma jumped and laughed as she tucked her bangs behind her ears. "Really?"

Hook had walked up the few stairs leading to the helm and was leaning on the rail. His arms were crossed and he raised an eyebrow. "No. I was humoring you. You were doing that entirely wrong."

She scoffed. "It's just turning a big wheel. How can you get it wrong?"

When he sighed and headed toward her, it was striking how natural he looked. She'd seen him in that outfit out in the Enchanted Forest and then in Storybrooke, but this was the first time she'd seen him where he belonged. Kinda sexy. She had to say.

Hook walked behind her and placed his right hand over hers, the other hooking a random spoke. "You're not simply turning a big wheel, lass."

Emma blinked, noting that there really wasn't a reason for him to be pressing into her back, but that he was leaning into her regardless. She swallowed and tried to glance at him over her shoulder. "Then what?"

He didn't seem to be joking or especially playful. He looked out over the ship somberly. "You're steering the ship. Guiding it to its direction. You're communicating with the wind and the waves, because they must all work together for her to move." He gently guided her hand, spinning the wheel slowly to the left and then back again, then right, then straight. "You don't just yank back and forth, you guide. It's more like nudging than steering."

Emma nodded, holding her head high and allowing him to move their hands. "I think I got it."

She could feel his head turn, his chin rubbing her hair. "In the span of five minutes? I doubt it, love."

"What? I'm a fast learner."

He let out a small laugh and she could feel the tremor of it in her back. "Well, that may be, but you're still only tied to a dock."

Emma leaned her head sideways, then backwards, resting it lightly on his shoulder. "Never thought I'd hear you so serious about something." She wanted to add, something that wasn't 'Milah', but bringing her up didn't seem to be the right thing to say just then.

Noting the change in her posture, she could feel his head tilting, his breath on her neck and she leaned backward. His lips brushed her skin and she sucked in air as she brought her hand up and held the back of his head. With a careful twist of her hips she had turned herself in his arms and stayed pinned between him and the helm as she started to kiss him gently. Her hands slid up along his cheeks and held his face lightly, mouth parting with each new angle of her head. The cold breeze off the water was just starting to break her concentration on the moment…

The next thing she knew her feet were swept out from under her and her arms flew around Hook's neck to keep her balance. He never broke the kiss, which was mildly impressive, and he glided down the stairs, turned, and carried her bridal style through the door she had seen earlier. And it was even more impressive that he did all this without bumping her head. She could feel them turning down halls, going down stairs, and all the while he seemed to be concentrating solely on capturing her mouth in every angle possible. How they made it to his room she still couldn't say. She only knew that they were there because he had kicked in a door and was now kneeling on a bed to set her down.

The problem with lying her down was that, while she had been enjoying the pleasant scent that clung to his clothes, she was now engulfed in it. And Emma did not know much about it, but scent was one of the most powerful senses. So suddenly finding it surrounding her had driven her to pull him down and then under her. In the attempt she had had to break contact with his lips and he was now pinned beneath her with a thigh on either side of his waist.

And if his seductive scent was fuel for her ardor, then displays of dominance fueled his. Needless to say, her blouse was now in artfully shredded scraps on the floor. They moved from kissing to disrobing to clawing to caressing and all various degrees between.

Maybe it had just been a really long time, but Emma couldn't tell up from down any more. Sheets, blankets, pillows, limbs were everywhere. Pants had been the next thing to go. Followed by her bra and then everything was gone and there was nothing left.

Hands wandered, explored, teased. She made full use of her two, but he only really need the one to make her squirm and gasp. It might have helped that it was dark, only a faint reflection of moonlight reflected in the water and filtering through the window. It was enough light to see by when you were in it, but when the shadows consumed you there was no telling what his mouth would find or where her hands landed. Not that they ever stayed in one spot. There was some rolling and pinning and then fighting over who was in control. It was obvious that neither of them were in any state of control, but that didn't stop them from biting and pulling and clawing to get their way. And the tease of caresses and bold kisses were just beginning to drive Emma to frustration…

Driven back into the mattress Emma was held in place, arms pinned, and Hook was lying over her and she could feel his lips on her cheek and then near her ear.

"Better?" He whispered and Emma didn't know what he meant, at first. Then as she slowly, rhythmically, understood and there was really no reason to answer. It would be hours later when she realized that he had been reading her. Even then. Knowing exactly what she wanted and then providing without any indication. She didn't know if it was just skill or some sort of sign. Whatever the reason, it nearly had her screaming and definitely had her drawing her nails over his back.

Sweaty. Winded. And incredibly relaxed, Emma lay still and comfortably covered with blankets and Hook's arm. Neither of them were asleep, but neither of them had spoken either. Their breathing evened, pulses stabilizing. Night ticked on and it looked like it was nearly morning, the dawn just beginning to break.

As weird as it seemed to her, they had said more in those few hours of silence than they'd ever said in their pointless bickering. She hadn't needed to ask to know that he was just as scared as she was.

Emma might not yet believe in true love, but she knew when sex felt right. And what had just happened had gone so much deeper than right or wrong. There was no guilt afterward, which was unexpected. She thought she would feel some sort of remorse, even if only for her pride that she was stronger than the temptation. But regret was the last thing on her mind. Wherever they were emotionally there was no denying on either side that they were there physically.

But it had been so long…there was every possibility that she had just been so hard up for physical contact that it blew the whole experience out of proportion. Except…

The second time shouldn't have felt just as amazing, but it did. It totally did.

Emma twirled a finger into the covers, chewing her lip. This was going to be hard to overlook. And Hook didn't seem any less freaked by the idea. Somber blue eyes and frown, she could tell he was on a similar train of thought. Since that experience was, and she needed to just face it, the best then she might have been heading for trouble. Because all she needed was incredible sex to influence her decision about something that shouldn't just be about a great fucking time.

Finally, she turned and their eyes met briefly. "I'll find you a shirt." He offered. "You'll want to have time to change before Henry can jump to any conclusions."

"Thanks." She said before realizing she hadn't even mentioned that she wanted to keep this from Henry. Slipping on pants and draping his now button-less shirt over his shoulders, Killian-Hook, Hook went to a closet and threw a shirt in her direction. Emma hated that it smelled like him, even clean it still smelled completely and fully like leather wrapped sex in salt water. How the hell was she supposed to concentrate if she put it on?

"I don't have anything else with a chance of fitting you." He said as she stared at the shirt bitterly.

Shaking her head, she realized it wasn't his fault he smelled like bottled lust. "Yeah." She began to put it on, followed by her pants and her boots…or boot. "Damn it." She cursed. "Where's my other—oh."

Killi-Hook reached for a bookcase in the corner and pulled her boot down, crossing the room to hand it to her. Emma kept her eyes on the boot, taking it with a click of her tongue. "Not going to ask how it got all the way over there."

Her comment made him smile and almost brought out a laugh. "I'd imagine it was sometime after you tearing my shirt or me destroying yours."

She was able to smile too, now mostly dressed and just missing her jacket. "So."

Hook was standing in front of her, shirt hanging loose since he couldn't button it. Emma shifted and was about to say goodbye when he was holding her, leaning in for a kiss. He kissed her to the door, swinging her around and marching her backward until she was in the doorway.

"I gotta go." She said into his lips. "Sorry, but we're not ready to for people to know about this yet." And she said 'we' and he noticed.

Sighing, he released her waist. "Right you are, love." Kill-Hook, she really needed to stop doing that. He was Hook. Any way. Hook showed her the way to the main deck and she turned for one last goodbye.

"Don't get into trouble, okay? Going to make this whole thing so much harder if I've got to arrest you again."

Hook smirked. "I make no promises, love."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'll…I'll see you later."

He leaned into her face, "Of that, I've no doubt." He winked and then kissed her quickly before allowing her to leave. Emma was making her way up the dock quickly, hoping to avoid detection. It occurred to her that she had not gotten any sleep and that Mary Margret would be worried if she woke up to find Emma not at home. Especially after what had happened yesterday. Damn it, yesterday. Emma groaned, not looking forward to the process of cleaning up Gold's mess. It was going to be a long day.

A/N: So that happened. I aim for more of ambiguous, inferred scenes when dealing with sex. I dunno. I'm super tired. I feel like I lost Hook a little toward the end there...he got away from me a bit. And yeah. I really wanted to get this chapter out cause this is mostly where my intended plan ends so I've got to come up with the next part before I can continue. Anyway, that's enough of my rambling. Thanks for reading! ^_^