AN- From now on I'm leaving the removal of shoes out of all of my smut writing. It's not sexy and it's rather annoying to write about. Just imagine it's already done. Just deal with it because we are dealing with things now and I'm just writing for the hell of it. This isn't even proof-read because I write too much professionally and I need to not be bothered with it and just enjoy myself.

Summary: Captain Swan canon divergence from The New Neverland onward. With some encouragement from Snow, Emma goes after what she wants and ends up at Hook's ship the night before Pan's curse unknowingly hits, setting the couple on a different relationship course. Mini multi-chapter fic.

**Chapter One**

Battle for Emma's Heart

Emma surprised herself when she decided to not go home immediately after Regina took Henry back to her house. After several weeks in Neverland the thing she needed most was a good night's sleep, preferably in her own bed. But between Henry's uncharacteristic behavior and the thought of meeting the boy's father for a long overdue talk about where they stood, she just wasn't to sleep and face tomorrow.

She hugged the jacket closer to her body protectively as she fought against the slight chill in the air, her hair flowing carelessly through the wind behind her. The overwhelming scent of ocean water pierced her nostrils as her boots scraped along the pier. There was something comforting about the smell of the ocean, the way the breeze carried its salty perfume wrapping the surrounding area in its cool embrace. She was so close to the waves that she could taste the salt on her tongue. It tasted like him.

Emma stopped in her tracks before guiding herself over to the lookout at the edge of the pier. She watched the moonlight cast its shadow against the sea and noted how the waves crested in the water before disappearing. Emma closed her eyes and inhaled deeply and allowed herself a moment to reflect on the kiss that she and Hook had shared in Neverland.

His lips were a ghost on hers, its phantom touch caressing her with a practiced fervor, she thought as her fingertips brushed her lips. She remembered the way his tongue invaded her mouth, its distinct flavor of salt and spiced rum leaving an imprint on her taste buds that couldn't be removed. She could still feel the leather of his duster as she clung to his collar to hold herself steady, because she knew that if she hadn't she might not have been able to retreat, her desire far too strong to resist. She recalled his dazed expression, his blue irises clouded over with lust as his hot breath stroked her flushed face, his sweaty forehead fused to hers as she struggled to keep her balance.

"That was…"

"A one time thing."

She lied. She lied to him when she said the kiss meant nothing and she would be lying to herself again if she didn't say she felt something for him. She felt too much too fast, and that scared her more than any face off with any villain. She would brave a hundred fire breathing dragons if it meant she didn't have to confront her feelings for the one-handed pirate.

How could she like him? He was arrogant, condescending, annoying and inconsistent. But he was also insanely charming, handsome, devoted and passionate. Besides the pain of reuniting with Neal was still fresh, his betrayal something she had never gotten over even all these years. How could she let anyone into her heart let alone the man who broke it?

"You owe it to yourself to find out…"

Her mother's words echoed in her head but still she was frozen where she stood.

Does she risk having her heart be broken once again by the man she once loved or does she take a chance on someone who hasn't had an opportunity to break it yet? Either way her heart wasn't safe but still, she couldn't ignore the fact that there was unknown force pulling her toward the spot where his ship sat moored in the ocean. She was close enough to hear the wooden planks rocking steadily from bow to stern in the water, the waves gently lapping against the Jolly Roger.

Without meaning to, she pulled away from the railing on the bridge and slid her feet across the pier, the soles of her shoes guiding her to the place her subconscious wanted her to be.

Emma stepped up the gangpank, the wood creaking with underneath her as she moved up its steep incline. She landed on the deck with a thud and took in her surroundings, the ship was empty.

He's not here…

It was then that the sound of the door leading down to the ship's hold separated and a faint glow of a lantern illuminated the darkness below.

"The last man to board my ship uninvited ended up being speared by the end of my sword…" Hook cautioned darkly as he walked up the steps and emerged onto the deck, a single lantern dangling from his hook and his cutlass clutched in his hand ready for a fight.

"Swan?" He tilted his head in confusion, raising the lantern to light her face. "What are you doing here?" He wondered, loosening the grip on his sword.

"I… I couldn't sleep." She confessed, uncertain by her own words.

"And you came here?" He gestured to the ship with his sabor.

Emma crossed her arms over her chest, rocking back and forth in place, unable to muster the words she wanted to say to him.

"You know what? This was a mistake." She shook her head, talking herself out of it.

Killian dropped his sword and placed the lantern on the deck as she turned to leave. He sprinted towards her, closing the distance between them and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Wait," he said, his voice slightly distressed by the sudden turn of events. He whirled her around to face him.

Hook gazed into her eyes, reading her in a way that made her more afraid than she had been in coming there. His eyes were full of sincerity and longing, a dangerous combination under the current circumstances. He looked at her deeply, as if trying to memorize her face in that single moment as if she was going to disappear at any moment.

"Please don't do that." She begged, her eyes watering under his intense stare.

"Do what?" He whispered, his cooling breath on her face as strands of hair fell against her forehead.

"Look at me like that." She choked, trying to resist him. It was so hard to say no when he looked at her like he did.

"I don't-" He knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.

"You can't just look at a girl like that and expect her to not-" She insisted, frustratingly searching for the words to explain the way he looked at her.

"I look at you like I've only looked at one person for my entire life. I look at you the way a man looks at a woman when he is desperately in love." He told her earnestly.

Emma moved to pull away from him, his words too much to take in in her fragile state, afraid she would crumble and fall if she continued to stand there.

"Emma-"

"I can't. I can't do this again. If my heart gets broken again, there is no fixing it." She sniffled, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

Killian took her hand in his, his thumb caressing the soft skin of her knuckles. "I refuse to push you into something you aren't ready for. I don't scare that easily. I'm not going anywhere. I will be waiting for you so that when you are ready to give your heart to me it will be because you want to." He lifted his head to gage her reaction, his eyes searching hers for any indication of emotion.

"I want to. I really do… I just-" She stammered, frustrated at herself and how weak she felt around him. She was standing there completely exposed and vulnerable to him. She might as well have been naked. "Fight me for it." She blurted out suddenly.

"Pardon?" He asked, unsure of what he had just heard.

"Fight me for it. If I win I walk away." She wagered.

"And if I win?" Killian wondered, a smirk at the idea of their swords clashing once again, longing for a rematch.

"If you win I take a chance on you." She breathed.

"That sounds- fair." He agreed. "Have you a weapon?" He cocked an eyebrow in her direction. "You're magic is a little unstable and I know you wouldn't deprive me of a fair fight."

Emma stepped back on her heel and was assaulted by white light. Emerging from the cloud, her father's sword appeared in her hand. The same sword that she had used to slay the dragon and break the curse.

"Well then." He remarked. "Should I allow you to get your affairs in order or are you ready to duel?"

"We settle this tonight." She vowed.

"As you wish." He bowed gracefully, a smirk turning at the corners of his lips.

"Wipe the smile off your face Hook." She told him, swinging her sword using her father's signature move.

"We're back to using Hook are we?" He noted cockily. "Besides, where would the fun be in that?" He shook his head before shaking the leather coat off his shoulders to allow him to move faster. He planned to take this fight seriously and he could use every advantage he could get including increased mobility to win. There was a lot at stake.

Killian shed the heavy leather from his arms into a heap on the deck leaving him only in his black shirt and his leather vest with the open neckline exposing his dark chest hair.

Emma's eyes widened at the sight of him. She forgot how beautiful he was, how dangerously attractive he was and she knew immediately the strategy he was using to best her. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the way his leather pants hugged his backside as he bent down to grab his discarded cutlass.

"I know what you're doing." She acknowledged.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you are referring to love." He chuckled, testing his sword in his hand and taking a few practice swings.

"Two can play at that game." Emma said cheekily as she began removing her coat.

Killian watched her undress, his eyes roving her expectantly. It wasn't until she pushed her turtleneck over her head with her tank underneath it, the fabric clinging to one another.

"What the hell are you doing?" He accused, his accent getting thicker and higher in octave.

"I believe in good form." She teased, mimicking his earlier sentiments from the last time they crossed swords. She gave him a triumphant smile, pushing her hair back as she stood before him in a lacy black bra.

Killian's jaw went slack at the sight.

"Distracted captain?"

"No." He shook his head to get himself out of his daze. "More like motivated." He said determined, gripping the hilt of his cutlass as he circled his prey.

Emma mimicked his movements, testing him out and seeking out an opportunity to land the first strike.

Killian danced around her and as he crossed his left foot over his right Emma raised her sword meeting it with his. "And so it begins." He muttered, barring his weight against his sword to knock her off balance.

Emma stepped back, clashing her sword against Hook's, meeting him blow for blow all the while she appeared unphased by his actions. "For being a 200-year-old pirate, you're not very skilled with a blade. I expected more from you." She taunted as their swords clanked between them, the two circling one another.

"I'm holding back." Killian admitted, perrying her next blow.

"Don't." She faced him head on and smirked.

"I love a challenge." Killian whirled around, knocking her defensive sword fiercely with his own with an unmatched determination.

Emma countered each knock of his cutlass against her, her breasts bouncing in their lacy prison with every move she made, hoping that the sight would distract him enough to give her an edge. But Killian kept his eyes on the prize, his sword cutting through the air as she struggled to match him.

"Is that the best you got?" He teased. "Remember I've fought you before Swan."

Emma grunted ferociously, charging at him with her sword drawn as Killian expertly dodged her with practiced ease.

"There you are darling." He smirked, his eyes dangerous as he moved with all the poise and grace of a jaguar on the hunt. "There is that fighting spirit."

"You haven't seen anything yet." She alluded, dropping a kick to his stomach and knocking him backwards slightly.

Killian gasped for breath, the wind having gone from his chest at the strike but still he gave her an unwavering smile and stepped back into the heat of battle. Killian pushed her into a corner of the ship, knocking her backward against the ledge of the ship.

Emma leaned back to accommodate for his weight against her, her sword shaking in her hand as she struggled to hold him back. Locking his sword with hers, he drew his hook down the shaft until his sword met her face, the peculiar position familiar.

Emma heaved, fighting against his grasp and attempting to shake him off of her.

"I distinctly remember the last time we were in this position that I made you a very particular promise and is one I have every intention of keeping…" He licked his lips, his eyes trained against her heaving breasts. "Do you yield?"

"Yes." She said breathlessly.

Killian released his sword, both of their weapons clattering to the ground as he pulled himself against her, capturing her lips with his.

Emma moaned against him, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck as her fingers scratched the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Hook hissed at the sensation, deepening the kiss, his lips hot and wanting against hers.

She returned the kiss with equal fervor, his tongue moving to tangle with hers as she wound her legs around his hips and pushed herself against him, begging for more contact.

He groaned desperately as she thrust her hips against him, his erection hard against her jeans as he bucked back against her.

"Fuck." She cursed against his lips. "I need- I need-" She gasped, rutting against him and burying her fingers in his hair for purchase.

"What do you need darling?" He asked, dropping kisses to her exposed neck. "Anything you desire. Just name it. It's yours." He trailed his hot mouth down her exposed chest, stopping at her breasts.

She moved to speak but her words evaded her, the sensation of his hardon brushing against her clit buried beneath layers of clothing was affecting her ability to focus. "Killian," she whined eagerly, angling herself to meet his thrusts.

Sensing her urgency for relief, Killian abandoned her chest and dropped to his knees in front of her.

The sight of him in such a submissive position was nearly enough to make her come undone.

Not bothering with the fastenings of her jeans, Killian tucked his hand and his hook into the sides of her jeans and pulled, the fabric tearing on one side as he yanked the pants down to her ankles. When he lifted his head up he came face to face with her panty-clad center, the lacy black fabric baring her from his view. The fabric was damp with her desire, the material clinging to the shape of her quivering sex.

Emma laid panting above him, the wood of the ship digging uncomfortably into her back as she raised her hips to allow him to remove her panties. She shifted as he pushed them down her hips and onto the ground.

Killian glanced up at her, his dark locks ruffled from her constant attention, his eyes blown wide at the sight of her nudity. Placing a hand onto her knee, he spread her thighs further and settled himself between her legs.

The tension was palpable for her, lying in wait to see what his next move was as he inspected her intently as if he was deciding what tempting meal to fill up on his dinner plate first.

Killian pushed her closer to his mouth, his warm breath hitting her throbbing clit making her hiss above him. "Shhh," he encouraged, swiping two of his digits through her wetness to find her absolutely soaked. He groaned, his cock twitching in his pants at the tantalizing sight of having her completely at his mercy. Her pleasure meant for him and him alone.

Emma keened softly above him with impatience that was soon sated as he slipped his middle finger inside her warm depths, his thumb circling her aching clit. She nearly shouted as his finger made contact, her toes curling at the building pressure in her belly.

Rather than paying attention to what he was doing, he watched her, his eyes stalking the way she wantonly rutted against his finger in search of more of his touch. She was gorgeous in the heat of her pleasure, her head rocking from side to side as a series of moans and strangled curses left her lips. He basked in the way her fingers gripped the ledge of the ship and adored the fine sheen of sweat on her forehead at her exertion. He admired the way her body quaked for him as he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clitorous.

Emma arched the tension in her body coiling in ecstasy as she came, her hips thrusting against him riding wave after wave of pleasure.

He watched entranced as she fell apart for him, his eyes unwilling to leave her expression of overwhelming pleasure knowing he was the cause of it. Killian worked her through her orgasm, slowing his movements down as she came to.

Emma breathed unsteadily as she recovered from her climax. "That was definitely not a one time thing."

Killian couldn't help but laugh. "We are far from over here love. We have just begun and there is one thing I've been longing to try."

"You have been alive for 200 years and you're telling me there is something you've never done with a woman." Emma huffed, her chest moving rapidly to catch her breath.

"A woman yes. With you? No." He said, and with that he hooked his arms underneath her legs and pulled her towards his eager mouth, dragging his hungry tongue through her folds.

Killian moaned at the taste of her on his tongue. It was feeding an addiction he didn't know he had until this very moment. He went at her like a man possessed, hell bent on drinking every last drop of her.

Emma's eyes screwed shut as he teased her, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. Emma moaned as he lashed the appendage in his mouth against her clit. She moaned, her hands going to her hair, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his mouth on her.

"Oh God…" She said, canting her hips against his mouth for more.

Killian closed his mouth around her, sucking her clit into his mouth and teasing it into submission.

"Killian…" She said his name again, the sound of his name on her lips enough to make him lose himself. Emma threaded her fingers in his hair, pushing his head against her and riding his mouth until once again she was falling.

He stroked her gently with his tongue, sweeping up any moisture that was freely given by his efforts like a pirate seeking treasure. Killian felt her ease up and her hand went to wrap around his wrist, her hand shaking against his as she came down from her high.

"I think I discovered the skills that you spent developing over 200 years." She let out an exhausted laugh.

Killian slurped the rest of her down his throat and licked his lips before returning to her. He spent time staring at her, unable to take his eyes off her as he dotingly stroked her sweaty hair. "You are absolutely stunning when you laugh."

"Yeah I guess you don't get to hear it that often." She told him. "I guess I just didn't have a cause to do it until now."

"I'm glad I have that effect on you, among others…" He said suggestively.

"Speaking of, it's time I return the favor." She insisted, placing her palm against the bulge in his leather pants.

"No." He said, shoving her hand away. "I won't take you here. You deserve far better. I want to take my time with you and savor it. Savor you…" He said, placing a kiss against her forehead.

"Then take me to bed captain." She requested.

AN- This was supposed to be a series of one shots called "Captain Innuendo" and was basically supposed to be a smutty one-shot for every innuendo Hook ever made in the show, which is a lot. I was planning on starting with "when I jab you with my sword you'll feel it" and instead I got this idea for a multi-chapter fic for this one prompt. I really don't intend on making it very long. I think six chapters at the most. Just let me know what you think of this mini fic and if you want me to continue because there is more smut to come and maybe a little magic.