S3 Canon Divergence Drabble: Set after Hook punches his past self in the face. Midas's ball did not directly follow.

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"I can tell you're hot and bothered from all the way over here."

"Excuse me?"

"Admit it, Swan. My past self had quite an effect on you."

"I admit nothing."

There was no way Emma would give him the satisfaction of knowing just how affected she was by him. Or past him, anyway. How her lips still tingled from where his lips had pressed against hers, or how she could still feel the heat of his hand on her skin. Or maybe that was just the fire. Yeah, that had to be it.

She wet her lips and could taste the rum from Hook's tongue; that, and the salty sheen of his face from when their kisses had become sloppy with distraction. For her, distraction in keeping him occupied. For him, distraction of too much rum and desire flowing through his veins.

Okay. Fine. It had run through her veins, too. The desire, that is. She'd only pretended to drink the rum.

"Deny it all you want, Swan," he said as he casually tossed bits of forest into the fire. "Just answer me one question."

"What?"

"What would have happened if I hadn't still been on the Jolly Roger?"

His casual demeanor evaporated when his eyes flicked up from the fire to meet her gaze. Even from this distance she could see storm clouds swirling in their depths. Emma swallowed and considered his question. She hadn't really had a plan. When she'd descended the stairs into his cabin she thought of finding something to knock him over the head with, but had run into Killian instead.

No, that wasn't true. For a brief flickering moment the giddy excitement had almost been real. The idea of fooling around with Hook when there was no danger to his feelings had been more than a little tempting. She had never denied his appealed, even if she had buried the feelings that had been growing for him deep down where she could try (and fail) to forget them. It had been fun to flirt back with the pirate, to give as good as he gave. So, maybe if Killian hadn't been there…

"Nothing," she answered assuredly, tearing her eyes from his and focusing them back onto the dancing flames of the fire.

"Truly?"

"Yeah," she answered a bit more adamantly. "I was planning to knock him out, okay?"

"I'm relieved to hear that."

"Why's that?" Emma wasn't sure why, but his response got her dander up. Did he not think she could take care of herself? She didn't need some knight in shining armor (or pirate in sexy leather) to rescue her. "You don't think I could have handled full on Captain Hook?"

Hook chuckled, "Oh, I think you would have handled him just fine, love. I fear, in his condition, he wouldn't have been able to handle you properly, though." The storm clouds continued to swirl, but where moments ago they had gusted with anger, now they were being stirred up by something a bit more heated. "I bristle at the thought of your first encounter with me being less than… satisfying for you."

"Are you saying you think you could do better at handling me than he could have?" Whoa, Emma… where was this coming from? Who cares?

"I don't think it, Swan. I know it." The pop of his t had her abandoning all concern over the fresh swell of desire cresting within her.

"Awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"Aye."

"Careful, Hook," she warned coyly. "I might have to make you put your money where your mouth is."

"I'm not altogether familiar with the expression, but I do know where I'd like to put my mouth right now."

When had they gotten so close? Moments ago they were on opposite ends of a downed tree, and now she was practically in his lap.

"And where is that, exactly?" she breathed against his lips.

"Pull up your skirts, and I'll show you."

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"You know you want it," Hook purred against her lips. A twinkle of mirth flashed in his eyes in response to her wide-eyed shock from his words. "You've wanted it all evening. I can tell from the flush of your skin," his hand caressed along her exposed collarbone, sending a shudder of want down her spine, "and the way you shift your body as you press your thighs together. Your wet and aching for me, aren't you love?"

His voice was like sin wrapped in silk. The moment his lips brushed against her neck, Emma knew she was a goner. "Oh, god."

"Captain will do."

Emma groaned at him, and not in the good way. "Don't let your mouth ruin this for you now, Hook."

"Trust me, darling," he murmured into her skin. "The only thing my mouth is going to ruin, is you."

Without warning, Emma found herself flat on her back with her legs straddling the downed tree before Hook disappeared under the voluminous amount of skirts her Enchanted Forest wear required, with little effort. The cool metal of his hook slid along her hip just moments before she felt her underwear being torn from her body. Hook and hand gently, but insistently, pressed against the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs wider a part. The rough callouses of his hand, paired with the cool smooth metal of his hook and his warm breath ghosting over her core had Emma flushing hot with an indescribable need before he'd even taken his first taste.

Ruined, indeed.

His fingers spread her slick folds, giving his tongue a wide strip to lavish its attentions on, but the damnable man made her wait in excruciating anticipation. She wiggled her hips, attempting to slide closer to his mouth, which she could feel hovering over her now seriously aching flesh. He chuckled, and a muffled patience, love could be heard from beneath her skirts.

Gods he was so close. The vapor of his words across her skin sent sparks through her body, and had her muscles tightening in frustration.

"I've never been known for my patience, Ho-OH!"

Finally!

Her hips bucked when his coarse tongue laved a long stripe from back to front, catching fire to her nerve endings and stealing the breath from her lungs. His heavy braced arm draped over her middle in an effort to keep her still and positioned right where he wanted her. Bunching up her skirts in her hands, she pulled the layers of fabric towards her waist until the shock of his dark hair between her legs was visible. His eyes flicked up to meet hers as tongue magically fluttered against her clit, and even with his mouth otherwise occupied, he still managed to give her one of his insufferably smug smirks.

Fuck, did she love that smirk.

The bastard took great joy in bringing her to the brink again and again, only to deny her an sense of relief. She not so gently rocked her hips against his mouth, on the verge of exasperated tears, her hand buried in his hair, grasping desperately at the silken strands between her fingers.

"Hook," Emma moaned in a half whine. "Please!"

"Say my name, love. Not his. I want to hear you say my name."

"Killian," she complied breathlessly. "Killian, please."

His tongue and teeth pillaged and plundered their way through her sex, mercilessly ravaging every inch of her throbbing core. He gave a grunted response when she tightened her grip on his hair, now painfully clutched in her fist.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me, yes!"

"That's the idea," he quipped darkly before sucking her clit between his teeth and filling her with his fingers, curling and pumping them against her inner walls at just the right spot where the stars shining in the sky above her weren't the only ones she was seeing.

Her legs shook, and with a few more rapid flicks of his tongue he gave her the satisfaction she'd been craving all night long (or ever sense she'd met him. Take your pick.). His name echoed off the trees as her orgasm steamrolled its way through her entire body; a toe curling, back arching, eyes rolling into the back of your head kind of release that had her panting in rhythm with her racing heart.

The soft breeze of night air hit her skin, covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, cooling her overheated flesh until it raised in prickling waves and sent a shivering tremor over her. With hooded eyes, she glance down her body to see Killian still positioned with his head between her thighs.

"Have you got your bearings back yet, Swan?"

"I think so," she exhaled on a shaky breath.

"Good." The cold metal of his hook glided across her over sensitive skin, jolting her. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Not by half."

Emma swallowed thickly. The deadly tip of his hook brushed over her clit, sending micro tremors though her extremities.

"You're not?"

"Oh, no, love," he smiled wickedly before burying his head between her legs again. "We're just getting started."