"Don't follow me. Wait five minutes. Go get some firewood or something," said Emma, knowing that once again she needed a head start. But this time she wasn't running away from him per se, but from her feelings.
"As you wish," he said.
Emma smirked. He didn't know what he was saying, but she still appreciated the reference.
Emma hurried back to the camp, only to run straight into Regina.
Regina took a long look at her and noted her flushed cheeks and her slightly ruffled hair. "Where is Hook?"
"Getting firewood," said Emma a little too quickly.
"Sure," said Regina, clearly not buying it.
When Hook did return Regina saw how Emma could barely look at him. Plus, Hook looked a little off balance. After twenty minutes of the two idiots cuddling by the fire, and Emma and Hook acting, well, ridiculous, Regina just had to do something.
"So, who kissed who?" asked Regina.
Emma nearly jumped out of her skin. "What are you talking about."
"You and Hook of course. You two were gone for a while."
"He was getting firewood," said Emma.
"Regina, leave them alone," said Mary Margaret sharply.
"Fine, but can you do me a favor, Emma?"
"Sure."
"Save the making out with your boyfriend for after we've saved Henry. Besides, you wouldn't want Pan walking in on you."
Mary Margaret gasped, and David glared at Hook.
Hook just flashed a Chesire Cat grin at Emma.
And Emma, well, she wanted to disappear.