It all happened so fast it felt like it was over in a matter of seconds. One moment they were trying to figure out another one of Pans riddles and the next they were dodging arrows and lost boys just trying to make it out alive. She could feel her heartbeat out of her chest as she watched an arrowhead barrel right towards her, traveling faster than light itself. Her mother had screamed at her to move but she wasn't quick enough. Her whole life seemed to flash right before her eyes. She saw Henry, her parents, her new life in Storybrooke and most of all she saw failure. Failure to save her son and failure of the person she was supposed to be, the savior. But before that arrow reached her, Emma felt herself being pushed away to the ground. She barely had time to register what had just happened. Emma whipped her head around to analyze what had transpired to find the newest member of their team paralyzed in pain lying in the dirt with a black arrow sticking out of his shoulder. The Lost Boys scattered, their goal accomplished as everyone rushed over to Killian.

"Hook!" David yelled running towards him. Emma crawled over to him tears tugging at her eyes. Then it dawned on her. This wasn't just an arrow. This was a poison arrow. Emma felt a panic attack start and a pit forming in her stomach as she realized that not only did Hook just take an arrow for her but he took a poison arrow. He knew that even if the arrow didn't kill him the poison would and he pushed her out of the way regardless.

"We have to get him back to camp!" Emma screamed louder than she intended, leaning over him, her hand pressing against his chest doing her best not to hurt him further. She could tell he was in a lot of pain but doing his best not to show it.

David and Neal carried him back to camp doing their best not to move the arrow currently deep in his shoulder. Charming gently set Killian down on a quilt next to the fire pit.

"Regina, can you do anything? Use your magic and take it out or something?" Emma begged, a tear falling down her cheek. He was barely conscious, nodding in and out making Emma worry more.

"I mean I can take it out but if it's dreamshade Hook said it himself there is nothing we can do," Regina bluntly replied crossing her arms. Emma was lost in the thought of Hook actually dying. A man who was nearly 300 years old, that has been through hell and survived god knows what might actually die. And it would be all her fault.

Snow could literally hear her daughter think, deciding to disrupt the silence that had spread across their little camp. "Well, let's see the entry of the arrow," She suggested kneeling down next to Emma placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Nodding frantically, Emma moved her hands to the buttons of his vest exposing the wound. She couldn't help but admire his muscles covered in a dusting of dark chest hair that led all the way down to his- Nope! Emma thought to herself putting a halt to her own thinking. She couldn't believe she was actually checking him out as she attempted to save him but some things were just undeniable and Killian Jones was one of them.

His eyes flew open scaring her half to death. Her hands on his skin must have woken him back to consciousness.

"I pictured you undressing me under much different circumstances, love," Hook mumbled, his eyes half shut seeming to be going in and out of consciousness.

His remark which would usually make Emma roll her eyes made her smile. He was still alive and well enough to make innuendos which had to count for something. Neal, on the other hand, didn't enjoy the comment as much as she did. "Just hold on, Hook Regina is going to get it out of you, okay?" She smiled through her tears not caring who saw at this point.

"Regina, are you ready?" David asked looking over his shoulder.

The Evil Queen rolled her eyes at the Prince. "I'm always ready," She muttered, her arms crossed as she walked to the pirate on the ground. "Now I'm not gonna lie Hook this is going to hurt." Regina bluntly stated.

"It's fine, love. Do what you have to do," Killian breathed heavily both his jaw and knuckles clenched. Emma observed the tension throughout his body and just wish she could take some of the pain away. So she did the only thing she could think of and took his hand in hers holding it tightly to her chest as Regina began.

~CS~

He had to be dreaming. There was no way that Emma Swan was actually leaning over him, touching him, taking care of him. She was dabbing a cold cloth against his brow, wiping away the last of his fever.

"Wow, Regina assured that you'd be out for at least of few more hours," Emma smiled, pleasantly surprised with his quick recovery. He attempted to sit up but a sharp pain in his chest prevented him from moving much. The pain brought the memories flooding back. He remembers being shot with an arrow and Regina taking it out but everything else was a blur.

"Where am I? What happened?" Hook mumbled still foggy and distracted by the pain and the blonde above him.

"Regina was able to take the arrow out and we discovered that it was just a normal arrow, no dreamshade. You dodged a bullet, or an arrow I guess. Then you developed a fever but it seemed to have just broken. You're going to be okay, Killian."

She called him Killian. Emma didn't usually do that, it was always Hook or pirate, but he enjoyed hearing her say his real name.

"I apologize, love if this distracted everyone from the mission. I am okay now you can continue on the hunt to find Henry. I'll be fine here," Hook promised not wanting to be a burden.

"Killian, are you kidding me? We are a team. Did you really think we would just leave you for dead? Especially after you-" Emma began but cut herself off going back to dabbing his forehead while averting her eyes.

"After I what, love?" He questioned lifting his brow, giving her his signature smirk. She couldn't believe that even though he was injured extensively he could still pull out the charm.

"After you saved me," Emma avoided eye, not knowing how to truly feel. She wasn't sure what this whole situation meant for her or them but all she could do is be thankful that Hook was still here. "Thank you," She added finally looking into his crystal blue eyes.

"Anytime, love. Just try to wait a week. I don't think my body can handle another arrow for at least a few days or so," He smirked through the pain.

"I'll make sure to keep that in mind," Emma laughed as she reached for her canteen of water, putting it to his lips to take a sip. "Just try to get some sleep. But not too much sleep, after all this isn't a vacation, Killian," She continued to jest. Emma and her father then helped him to his tent.

Sleep doesn't come easy for him. His chest and shoulder were still sore and his mind was still reeling. Emma was so kind, so caring towards him. Her eyes spoke of such worry as Regina took that arrow out of his chest. In fact, the whole team was worried. He thought he was just an extra, a tour guide or the help so to speak but after last night it was the first time he felt apart of the group. And with that thought, he felt himself drift off to sleep.

Emma, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky. She had been staring at the ceiling of her tent for the last three hours. Everyone else was fast asleep after their highly eventful day but she was stuck counting the stars that peeked through the holes in her tent. She was used to not sleep lately being that all she could think about was Henry. But tonight her mind was replaying Killian pushing her out of the way and that arrow sticking out of his chest. Tears had formed in her eyes just from recalling the look of pain in his eyes. She felt like a bad mom for thinking of anyone or anything else than her boy but she couldn't get Hook out of her mind. Or more specifically a question out of her mind. Why? Why would he sacrifice himself for her? It just didn't make sense.

The next thing she knew Emma was crawling out of her tent and making her way to the other side of the camp bound and determined to get some answers.

He wasn't quite sure what had pulled him from his slumber. At first, he figured it must have been the wind rustling through the trees but he heard the sound getting louder and more distinctive. He even felt a bit frightened he hated feeling so vulnerable and out of control. Killian attempted to sit up as best he could trying to prepare for whatever and whoever was outside his tent. He grabbed his hook that was resting next to him and locked it back in place with a painful groan ready to take on Pan and any of his evil minions. His heart raced as the flap of the tent entrance moved aside.

He was just about to call for the others when he made out the soft curves that were illuminated by the full moon in the sky. "Jesus, love way to give a man a heart attack. Is everything alright?" He groaned once again wincing as he sunk back into his bedding. But beneath all that discomfort there was still that tone of worry in his voice.

Emma moved in closer toward the pirate before her not saying a word which only worried Hook more. Her whole life, Emma always struggled with words, more specifically struggled with feelings. She had always had them she just couldn't put them into words. And with her history with Killian, she knew that action spoke louder than words.

She hovered over him, slanting her lips on his. This kiss was started off as the opposite of their first embrace. It was soft and tender, everything Emma wanted to say but didn't have the words. Emma sighed when she felt a hand caress her cheek further melting into one another. Hook sensed her tongue skim the seam of his lips, begging for more access which he happily granted. She tilted her head to the side allowing him to deepen the kiss. Seconds seemed like hours when their lips were fused and all time was irrelevant.

Emma reluctantly pulled herself from his lips knowing that even though words were not her strong suit she needed to try. But Killian's loving gaze that was staring up at her wasn't helping the situation. "Why did you do it?" She simply asked the question that was being replayed over and over in her head.

"What do you mean, love?" Killian wondered still utterly confused on why Emma Swan just crawled into his tent to interrogate and kiss him.

"Why did you push me out of the way?" She finally asked him as she stared into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Love-" Killian started but was swiftly cut off by an over-emotional Emma still hovering over him. He never thought he would ever see her cry, especially over him.

"No, I've been going round and round, playing it over and over again and again and it just doesn't make sense. It could have been dreamshade. You could have died a horrible death. Why did you take that arrow for me?" Emma pleaded a single tear dripping down her cheek. Hook admired how pink her nose was from crying and how soft the hand resting on his uninjured shoulder was.

"Emma, isn't it obvious?" Hook confessed wondering if Emma was really going to make him elaborate on his feelings for her right the

"You have known me for all of two months and you've already lent your ship and services and now you were willing to… You were willing to die for me," She stuttered finally able to get the words out.

"Love, even putting aside all of my very obvious feelings for you that you've seemed to forget about you have a purpose in this world, Emma. A family, a child people that love you and would miss you if you were gone. Me? Not many people would miss me if I died," Hook admitted staring into her perfect green eyes. Emma knew that he was serious.

"Killian Jones, that is not true," There it was again. She said his name. For some reason, his name coming from her lips tugged at his heart. It was like she was seeing the man under all that leather. She wasn't seeing a pirate that was undeserving of love and affection but simply a man who cared about her.

Emma couldn't believe that he thought no one would miss him. He surely had to have some family or friend that would miss his presence.

"Love, anyone that cares for me is long gone," Hook sadly replied. Emma could see that he was telling the truth because she herself knows what it's like to feel completely and utterly alone. But that wasn't true anymore for her and it wasn't true for him either.

"I care," Emma promised taking a pregnant pause as she stared into his eyes. "And my parents, and you're even winning over the rest of the team," She quickly inserted saving herself from admitting too much too fast.

"The day Regina Mills cares for Captain Guyliner as she so creatively puts it will be a cold day in hell," Hook chucked slightly too hard causing him to tense up in a bit of pain.

Emma giggled softly at his Regina impression while biting her bottom lip. "Well, I can't speak for Regina but I do know that you and my dad are starting to become mates," She smiled down at him with those big green eyes of hers.

"See I knew I was growing on him," Killian grinned, happy that Emma observed how well he and her father had been getting alone. He had put in a huge effort as of late trying to get him to see that he wasn't such a bad guy and that he truly cared for his daughter.

"See? So don't say that if you died no one would care. Because I'll always care," She vowed not knowing where all this courage of hers came from.

"And I for you."

As she gazed at the man before her she couldn't help but think about all the unnecessary risks Hook has taken for her and her son. He could be off pirating the open waters but he chose to stand by her side and help her letting nothing get in his way, even death. Those were exactly the kind of emotions that Emma strove her whole life to avoid. Feelings always ended in heartbreak for her. And having Neal here just uncovers so much hurt. Was she really this stupid to have those feelings again? But Killian was just so different from Neal. The father of her child wouldn't even go to jail for her let alone take an arrow, at least not at the time. But Hook has known her for a fraction of the time she'd known Neal and he was already willing to do just that.

"So don't do that again because if something were to happen to you I would miss you," She assured the pirate staring back at her.

Her head and her heart were pulling her in two vastly different directions. But Emma was done thinking. She's done entirely too much thinking lately, tonight she just wanted to feel.

She leaned over him, placing her lips on his once again. But this time she skipped all the introductions and pleasantries and jumped straight to the main course. Killian let out a surprised moan as her lips reached his, the sounds coming from him shot straight to her core. God, they had only been making out for seconds and he took her breath away. Emma swore his tongue needed a warning label. If his mouth was already doing this to her she couldn't wait to see what the rest of him would do.

As Emma allowed herself to get lost in the taste of his lips she decided that she wanted to tease him as much as he had been teasing her since the day she met him. Emma moved her hand from his hair, trailing her fingers down his exposed chest. She had never really been one for chest hair but holy shit she loved tangling and lightly raking her nails through that perfect forest of pure man. Emma followed the trail down further, cupping him firmly through his trousers. Hook responded to the attention, moaning once again into her mouth as Emma smiled at his reaction.

She loved the way he felt in her hand. So big and so ready for whatever his Swan had in store. Killian's eyes flew shut as he reveled in the feeling of Emma Swan's perfect fingers grasping his cock. He imagined all the possibilities of the night and prayed that his dreams would come true.

The pain in his chest was still there but he had trouble telling if it was his injuries or rather his heart beating rapidly. Whatever it was the pain seemed to be an afterthought to the pleasure that ripped through his body. His eyes opened as he felt her delicate fingers move past the seam of his pants. Emma's hands stroked his velvety member with ease enjoying the way he felt wrapped around her digits at the full mercy of her control.

"You are really testing my abilities to be a gentleman, Emma," Hook choked out trying to maintain some sense of composure.

"Who said I wanted you to be a gentleman," Emma challenged never seizing the movement of her hand.

"I am always a gentleman, love," Emma rolled her eyes with a grin, going back to torturing the pirate before her.

She smiled when she saw his chest flutter, unable to get a full breath. Emma slowly moved to take her tank top off baring her breasts, the cool island air causing them to bud. She reached for his hand tracing it up, trailing it from her hips to the soft skin of her nipples. Emma guided his fingers to her harden points, letting him roll his fingers around her peaks. She continued to let him worship her body as much as his current state allowed.

Killian had the urge to pin her down and lick every inch of her, but he knew he couldn't move even if he wanted to. And he very much wanted to. So he was left at the mercy of the gorgeous angel with golden tresses and piercing green eyes above him.

After a few torturous minutes teasing the pirate beneath her she leaned back down capturing his lips with hers. Instantly sucking his bottom lip into her mouth only releasing it after abusing it thoroughly. Emma then moved to his neck marking him as hers, knowing that there would be no way of hiding that in the morning.

Hook tilted his chin back, giving her full access to his pulse point. She loved hearing him moan as she nibbled across his stubble, giggling as his beard tickles her soft skin.

Emma then remembered something that she learned the other day. Regina had been teaching her magic in order to defeat Pan and yesterday she taught her a silencing spell. It was traditionally used to sneak up on your enemies so they couldn't hear you until it was too late, but Emma had another use for it.

At first, Hook thought he did something wrong, cursing himself for ruining possibly one of the greatest nights of his life but Emma leaned down giving him a reassuring kiss. "Just hold on," She smiled down at him. She closed her eyes, raising her right hand casting the spell just as Regina had taught her. Now they could make all the noise they wanted without disturbing anyone else on the team Emma thought.

"What was that, love?" Killian implored, still out of breath from their last kiss.

"That was a silencing spell," She grinned moving back to her previous position.

"Thank gods, with that wicked mouth of yours I don't think I have stayed quiet for much longer even if I wanted too," Emma giggled at his reply as she left open mouth kisses down his chest, careful to avoid his wound. She followed his trail all the way down to his manhood that was being freed from its confinement. Confidently, Emma tore his laces free reaching to grasp his fully hardened shaft. Hook shuttered as the woman of his dreams wrapped her delicate fingers around his erection.

She watched the chords strain on his neck. Emma knew he was holding back. "Not fair, love. You know I'm not able to reciprocate properly," Killian cried out as she continued slowly to jerk him off.

"Sucks not being the one in control. See, I rather like the idea of you on your back," Emma gave him a wicked grin, poking fun at one of the first conversations they had at Lake Nostos.

"Oh, love you should know that it's bad form to torture an already injured man," He jested as he worked on slowing his breath.

"Is it really torture if both parties are enjoying it so much? Unless you aren't enjoying this, which in that case I can just-" She began but was swiftly cut off.

"Don't you dare,' Killian pleaded sounding a bit more desperate than he initially intended. He closed his eyes as he felt her hands returning to their previous tasks, basking in the pleasure that was coursing through his body.

But it wasn't enough for Emma. Ever since they shared their first kiss just a few days ago she couldn't stop thinking about how he would feel between her lips. She wanted to taste him, to make him moan her name even more than he was now. Emma leaned down, gathering her hair to her left shoulder before welcoming him into her mouth.

She giggled when Hook jerked a bit, his eyes still closed when she took him between her lips. He was a little embarrassed that he couldn't control himself but Emma paid no mind as she went back to her task. Emma loved hearing the faint sounds of pleasure that came from him as she took him deeper and deeper.

Hook wished more than anything that he could reach down and touch her hair, her neck, or anywhere else but he couldn't sit up even if he wanted to. And he really wanted to. He knew that where ever the night took them he would be limited which hurt him more than physically, but Emma didn't seem to mind.

Killian was pulled from his thoughts when he felt the blonde goddess above him trace her tongue along his tip, swirling in unfathomable patterns. She giggled as she watched him jump at the sensation.

Finally, she moved to discard the last of her clothing. Emma shimmied down her shorts as slowly as she could just to make sure to torture him. At last, she was completely bare to him.

And god that look he was giving her. That look scared her. He stared at her like she was the only girl in the world. Emma had never had a guy look at her like that.

Hook watched her carefully swing her leg around to straddle him. He could see how wet and ready she was but he needed to make sure. But before he could even open his mouth Emma dragged her folds over his cock, almost as if she could read his mind. "Fuck," Was all Hook could muster, his question instantly forgotten.

"Yes I am sure," Emma assured biting her bottom lip as she continued to tease him with her hips. She then tilted her hips welcoming him slowly into her heat.

She stilled letting herself get comfortable to his incredible size as he slipped into her silky walls. Emma breathed in sharply letting the pleasure and stretch enveloped her body. Finally, after endless banter and sexual tension, Emma felt like she was home. She could feel him pulse inside her, fueling her to drive herself down further.

"Fuck," Emma cursed laughing a little to herself.

"What?" Hook questioned.

"You weren't kidding," She giggled in disbelief. Killian shot an eyebrow up signaling his confusion. "I definitely feel that," Emma keened as she remembered their first fight. She could see Hook grinning out of the corner of her eye at her remarks.

Once Emma was fully seated she repeated the motion while rolling her hips down onto him. And god it felt right. Emma wondered whether he felt that same sudden rightness that she did.

He had the most perfect view of her. Head thrown back, tugging at her pert nipples, moaning his name as she drove herself down on him. Just the day before last he didn't think he could get this woman to kiss him and now she's riding him like her life depended on it.

The relief of finally letting down her walls and letting him in, combined with the tension that was building between her legs was surely driving her insane. She just wanted all of him, and she was desperate to hear him moan again.

It killed Hook that he couldn't pleasure her the way he desperately wanted to. "Fuck, love. Touch yourself for me," Killian ordered, watching her draw her hand to her swollen clit. "That's it, love," He praised her, the sight alone nearly sending him over the edge.

They both let out big moans at the same time, his low in tone, her high but somehow they merge into one. This was new for her. She had never been one to be very vocal in bed but it was like Hook seemed to bring out a whole other side of her. His moans fueled her own causing her to grow wetter around his cock.

He stilled with a long groan, and Emma felt him emptying himself inside of her. That was what did her in as she sailed herself over the edge of the world.

Emma collapsed on top of him after they both had their release. Emma forgets that he's hurt. He lets out a muffled groan, apologizing Emma moved to sit up. He used his uninjured arm to keep her where she was, wanting to feel her just a little longer.

"No, love its okay," Reassuring her that their current position was fine by him.

"I'm so sorry, I don't want to hurt you," Emma worried only putting half her body weight on him.

"The pain is worth it, love. So worth it."

She never thought they would end up here after all they had been through but if she had to be honest with herself she sure did hope it would. Even all the way back then there was something so sexy and charming about Hook. And even though she had every reason not to trust him she always felt pulled to him. In a way, they were kindred spirits. Even though they grew up in different realms and centuries apart they shared similar lives full of much more hopelessness and despair than any child should. And that gave them this unspoken bond that Emma had never felt before, even with Neal.

"Gods, I wish we weren't in some bloody jungle so I could court you properly," Hook smiled, his intent so pure. It should have scared Emma but the possibility of a future with the man beside her actually made her happy.

"How exactly would you do that?" She teased giving him a seductive grin.

"Well, I would start by cooking for you, then perhaps I would take you sailing in the evening to watch the sunset on the horizon. But that's only if this wasn't a 'you saved my life sex' or another one-time thing. Because I heard your world has several different reasons to have sex; makeup sex, break up sex-" Emma cut him off confused on how he knew so much about her world in such a short time. She could see that he was trying to make light of the conversation but Emma knew there was pain and hope in his voice.

"Well, it would technically be a two-time thing. But I think it's time to admit to myself that there is something between us," Emma whispered still shocked that she was saying this out loud.

"Well, love I am thrilled to finally hear you say that," He rejoiced smiling ear to ear. He couldn't believe that the woman of his dreams was finally reciprocating his feelings.

"But I am thankful that you saved me," Emma shyly confessed placing sweet kisses to his uninjured shoulder.

"It was only fitting, love," He replied casually like a matter of fact. Emma looked at him, confused by what he was trying to say.

"Because you saved me."

At dawn, Emma slipped from Killian's tent, back to her own before the rest of the team woke up to start their day. She didn't get much sleep last night but she didn't mind. They talked for hours about everything and anything. Hook opened up about his childhood and Emma did the same. Before they both drifted off to sleep he promised her that they would find her son. And for the first time since arriving on the island, she slept through the night.

~CS~

"Sleep well last night Ms. Swan?" Regina questioned as everyone got ready for breakfast and began to plan for their day.

"Um, yeah I slept fine," Emma mentioned giving the Queen a vague smile.

"I know I didn't. I found the wind to have been quite loud, in fact, it sounded almost as if the wind or someone was having sex," Regina bluntly stated giving Emma her signature look; rolling her eyes and cocking her head to the side.

Emma was speechless. She couldn't believe that Regina heard the whole thing. And if she heard it who else did? Her parents? Neal? Oh, god! Did Neal hear her?! Regina could see her mortified look turn from embarrassment to panic in a matter of seconds.

"Oh relax, you really think my first silencing spell took? And don't worry after yours failed I put one up for you seconds after, your parents heard nothing. But please Ms. Swan next time please attempt to be quieter. I have enough nightmares to deal with."

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