She'd been storming her way down the hill for some time, acknowledging his correcting her direction with a few shallow grunts. God she was a stubborn lass.
"So, are we going to talk about it?"
"What is there to talk about?"
"Oh, I dunno, how I saved your life, in so doing risking my own, all so you could live and save the life of your son?" As they reached a clearing she spun around to face him.
"Oh, how could I ever hope to repay such a debt? I'll just have to hope you almost die and I'm there to save you." She turned away from him, but he reached out and stopped her from leaving again. While he freely admitted that he didn't mind watching her walk away from him, the sight was getting a bit tiresome.
"Well, I don't know about you lass, but I can certainly think of something" and as she looked back at him she saw that beneath his dark lashes his eyes seemed brighter, as his dipped head beckoned her closer, his whole demeanor was a challenge. A challenge she would meet.
"Please" she said as she stepped closer, "you couldn't handle it."
"On the contrary love" he took the final step towards her that brought him within arms reach of her to him "I think it is you who couldn't handle it".

Maybe it was the husky voice he used as he said it, maybe it'd had simply been too long, but Emma couldn't stop herself from grabbing the lapels of his coat and pulling him as close to her as possible, pressing her lips against his as she did so. It took him all of a millisecond to respond in kind and take his hand from his side and run it up her side, to her silky hair. Every fibre of his being was responding, his hook-arm pulled her even closer still, his hand tilting her head, even as she held him fast against her. Then all of a sudden, it was over. She pulled herself away, and, still holding his coat she told him it was a one time thing, and walked away. He hadn't had a chance to think about any of it, he certainly hadn't expected her to actually kiss him, nor did he think it'd affect him half as much as it did. What he was feeling he hadn't.. He hadn't felt it since Milah. He gazed at the break in the trees Emma had disappeared into. What was happening to him?"Bloody hell" he muttered as he hit his palm against the tree he was standing by. "Swan! Wait for me!"

She sauntered away from him, trying her best not to show any sign of, well, anything in front of him. She couldn't explain this feeling.. She was, to say the least, off-kilter. It must've been because it'd been a while. It must be. She thought of the men who'd previously been in her life, which led her to thinking about Henry, and, just like that, she put it out of her head. "Henry" she stopped where she was and made a promise to herself, and to him. "I'm coming for you kiddo". From a distance she heard Killian mutter something then call out to her. "Hurry up!" she yelled back with a enjoyed leading this walk. She knew she didn't know where she was going but she could tell that keeping up the rear frustrated Hook somewhat, so she stayed ahead. "We've got ground to make up!" And she continued on her merry way.