I have been awake for Gods knows how long, unable to move. I'm actually terrified of moving and I'm not sure if the fear I'm feeling is for the right reason. At some point at night, Emma has wrapped herself around me. And I'm not talking about an arm covering my stomach I'm talking about her whole body molded on my back. I'm talking about her lips on my neck, letting out small puffs of air to the point of tickling. I'm talking about her arm tucked under my chest and one hand gently resting on top of my right breast. I'm talking about her core pressed against my ass and her leg thrown on top of mine. I'm talking about her body pressed against mine so tightly that I can feel her nipples on my back. And I can barely breathe! She hasn't moved a single inch ever since I woke up to this and the only indication, I have that she is indeed still alive is her steady breathing on my neck.

This is going to be so incredibly awkward when she wakes up. I feel my cheeks burning and I'm not even the one doing that. And the worse part of all of this is that…as much as it terrifies me, I want this. I want her pressed against me, I want her breathing softly against my neck, I want her arms around me and preferably, I want us naked when she's doing that. Gods, how I want her. How I want Emma. How I want to turn around and slowly wake her with gentle kisses on her face. How I want her to wake up slowly and smile at me before even opening her eyes. How I want her to hear her whisper good morning and then snuggle closer. How I want to run my fingers down her blonde hair before she looks up at me and smiles again. How I want her to move on top of me and capture my lips on a kiss and slowly run her lips and tongue down my neck. How I want her to open my blouse and kiss my collarbone, my breast, and my stomach. How I want her to open my pants and remove them along with my panties. How I want her to look mischievously at me and smile before spreading my legs and…

Emma grunts behind me and inhales deeply before pulling my body closer to her as if that is even possible. I'm so stiff that one could mistake my body with a corpus and I'm sure if my eyes widened just one millimeter more, they are going to pop right off the sockets and I have no idea if my embarrassment is due to the position we are in right now or the position I wanted us to be. This is a disaster!

Perhaps it's best to save us, well her, of this embarrassment. Maybe I can just snick my way out of her arms, she is sleeping so heavily I'm sure she won't even notice. I bit my lower lip as I think about my options. Do I need to get out of her arms? Yes! Do I want to? No! Not at all.

Damn it!

We fit so well. Our bodies are intertwined so perfectly together it feels like a shame to move a single inch away from her. Away from her heat and her tickling breath. She is so warm and I know it got nothing to do with the weather outside. I run the tip of my fingers along her arm, very gently not to wake her. Her skin is soft under my tips and I wonder if the rest of her body I soft like this. And she is so strong! Not that I didn't know that, her sinful bare arms already made me have thoughts way more inappropriate than the ones from earlier. But the way she is holding me right now is so strong like she's afraid I'm going to run away and at the same time is so gentle and protective like she is keeping me safe. And I do feel safe, right here inside her arms is probably the safest I ever felt.

Part of me wishes we could stay here forever.

Part of me wants to run like hell.

Emma moves again and I prepare myself for the awkwardness. Except that she doesn't wake up and however possible, she came closer to me, so closer that the tip of her nose is now pressing against my neck and her lips are touching my skin.

This is a nightmare.

This is pure heaven.

I need to end this.

I gently hold the hand that has been resting on top of my breast and push it down. I tried to lift it but the best I could do was putting her hand under my breast and that seemed to be Emma's cue to hold me tighter. She is so incredibly strong. I try moving her leg away from mine but that alone was an impossible quest. She didn't move a single inch.

I'm trapped.

But I supposed there are worse traps.

Perhaps I could pretend I was sleeping. Maybe I can just close my eyes when I feel like she is waking up and pretend I'm dead to the world. I'm sure she'll feel as awkward as I was when I woke up to this and probably do her best to free herself of me.

It could be fun.

Feel her silently trying to get away from my body. Maybe I should take a page or two from her book and keep her in place as she tries to get away. Yes, this could definitely be fun. Fortunately, for her, the only thing I truly want is to get away from this situation with my dignity intact. I just need to pay attention to Emma's every movement and sounds so I can put my plan and motion and pretend I'm…

"Good morning," Emma's muffled voice says.

I open and close my mouth a couple of times.

What the hell?

I clear my throat and swallow dry before answering her.

"Good morning,"

Emma hasn't moved a single inch. She is still all curled up around my body and I start to wonder if I imagine the whole thing but then, she inhales deeply again as her leg and arm get away from my body. I feel her moving behind me and…Is Emma stretching?

"How did you sleep?" Emma asks casually.

What the actual fuck?

I guess I did not consider the ignoring the situation option.

I'm still stiff, though.

"Fine," I say "How did you?"

"Is it weird to say this was the best sleep I ever had in years?"

"I believe so, yes"

"I didn't snore, did I?" Emma asks "I was exhausted last night. I'm sorry if I didn't let you sleep"

"Trust me your snore wasn't the problem"

"Oh!" Emma says and I feel her leaving the bed "Did I kick you or something?"

Is she serious about this?

Gods, that woman is worse than I am.

"No, you didn't," I say and finally turn around.

Emma smiles at me from the ground where she is sitting putting on her boots. Either that woman didn't realize what she was doing or she is really good at pretending.

And for what I know of Emma, the second option is a better bet.

"I'll see you outside," Emma says as she walks out of the tent.

I stare at the entrance for a very, very long time. My brain is blank. I cannot, for the life of me, explain what the fuck just happening. Is she really just going to ignore the fact that she was all curled up around my body? That she was touching me, that her hand was squeezing, yes squeezing, my breast? Is she just going to pretend none of that happened?

And why the fuck am I upset about this?

Gods, that woman is infuriating!

Why just why I feel anything at all for her?

I sigh as I rose from the bed. I pick up my boots from the floor and put them on before grabbing my jacket and walk outside the tent. The whole clan of idiots looks at me when I step outside. And Emma.

When did she stop being one of the idiots?

I turn around and wave my hands in the air making my tent disappear.

We spent the whole morning trying to cook up a plan to leave this island after we get to Henry. Emphasis on trying. We literally got nothing. Every plan had some unbelievable flaw in it and as much as I hate to admit, even my ideas sucked! This whole island is a fucking trap.

Emma didn't talk to me the whole day. Not only she avoided me, she did her absolute best to irritate me by talking and laughing with that damn pirate as if she didn't spend the whole night wrapped around my body. Okay, I don't know if it was the whole night, but judging the way I woke up and considering it was still dark, I believe it's a safe bet to say she was wrapped around me the whole night. She probably just waited until I fell asleep so she could, abuse me in my unconscious state. You see, that's what I don't understand! She does things like sharing a bed with me, and cuddle and then on the very next day, she stays with the pirate laughing with him.

What the hell is that?

Okay, I supposed that was extremely embarrassed and if it was me, I would be mortified. I am mortified. And I would probably avoid her like the plague but that doesn't give her the right to play the jealous card on me. I should be the one doing that to her. I look at everyone around me and sigh. I suppose the jealous card is out of the deck.

Gods, I really hate the way Hook insinuates himself on Emma. He touches her face and tucks a blonde lock of hair behind her ear and I swear I will make him lose that hand before we leave Neverland.

I close my eyes.

Swallow dry.

When I open them again, I catch Emma's eyes observing me. I don't think she expected to be caught and she smiles shyly at me and looks down. Suddenly, the sand looks very interesting to her and I smile.

That makes me happy.

We go on round two of epic failures brainstorming and by nightfall, we are all mentally exhausted.

And out of ideas.

Thank God!

Emma suggests that we go back to Neal's house and see if there is anything else we can find there that could help us leave the island.

It's the best idea anyone has had so far.

We all stood up from the ground (Well, they do, I magic myself a nice little chair thank you very much) and walk in the direction of Neal's lair.

Inside, Charming lit a torch and the whole place becomes illuminated as we start to search again. And of course, Emma and Hook are together.

I don't know why doesn't she just kiss him already.

It would make me get over her so quickly.

"Look here," Emma says crouched on top of a rock "Neal stopped counting"

"Because he got off the island," Snow says.

"He was here longer," Emma says still staring at the rock.

"Then why would he…" Charming says as he walks closer to Emma.

"Because he lost hope," Emma says.

How does she know that?

"You got that from scribbles?" I ask sarcastically.

She is not exactly my favorite person right now.

To be fair, none of them are.

"I got that because that's what I did," Emma says after she jumps out of the rock and looks at me "Every time I went to a new foster home, I counted the days until it kind seems pointless"

Ah, crap!

She had to use the orphan card.

Great, now I can't even bring myself to be angry with her anymore.

Will the guilty of what my actions did to her ever go away?

"You think the same thing is happening to Henry? Charming asks.

"Pan said that it would," Emma says looking at Charming.

"Hey," Charming says "We are going rescue him"

"Yeah, I know that and you know that but Henry doesn't know that," Emma says looking at her parents "Pan wants Henry to lose faith"

"So, what, you want to send him a message?" I say "Because I haven't seen a Neverland post office. What are you suggesting?"

"We take a page from Pan," Emma says looking into my eyes "And we start being clever we need to send a simple sign, a sign that we are coming"

"With lost boys running around trying to kill us all?" I say.

What are her plans, exactly?

"Maybe we can use that to our advantage," Snow says looking at me.

"How?" I ask.

"Follow me and I'll show you"

I follow Snow out of the stone house but as I look back, I don't see Emma behind me. Or the pirate. My heart sinks inside my chest thinking of Emma alone with him.

I shook my head and swallow dry as I keep following her back to where we are camped. When we arrive, I sit down on the stone rock and patiently wait for the rest of them to come.

It takes forever.

Maybe I should just go back there and make sure Emma is okay.

Gods know this is better than being alone with Snow.

I rose from the rock but as I do that, the rest of them arrive. I look hopeful at Emma, but she just smiles politely at me and nods before taking a seat away from me.

Did something happen back there?

Did that dirty pirate try something?

I sit down on the rock again and wait for Snow to reveal her plan. And for the sake of my boy, this is better be good.