Emma stared at Hook for a moment, refusing to blink. His infuriating smile grew, revealing his unnaturally white teeth.
"We can stand here all day, love, or you could tell me what you came here for."
Emma started indignantly. "I did not come here! I was kidnapped by-"
"Ah, but you were going to return to my ship anyways, weren't you, darling?" He watched as her eyes darted to the edge of the building she had been about to look around, and his smile widened. "Now that means you wanted to see me or your own accord," he continued, putting his arm against the wall above her head and using his hook to tilt her chin up again. "Which makes it all the more interesting..." His eyes trailed down to her lips, and Emma batted his hook away, staring him down.
"Don't get any ideas, Hook," she spat, crossing her arms. "I'm-"
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue, but Emma had trailed off, frantically trying to think of what to say.
"Go on, love." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Just say it. How you couldn't bear to be away from me. How you just-"
"The compass," Emma blurted out quickly. Hook stopped, watching as she pulled it out of her pocket.
"We need this to get back, " Emma said, thinking quickly. "But we also need the ashes of the wardrobe. You're the only one who can contact Cora, who knows where she is. We need both to get back."
Hook stared at her for a moment before his face split into a devilish grin.
"Too right, lass." He said, striding closer again. "So I'll be having that." In a single motion he pulled the compass from her grasp and held it in the air, inspecting its surface.
"Hey!" Emma leapt forward quickly, reaching for it, but the pirate tucked it into his vest and grinned as she hit the cloth with her hands, trying to get it back.
"Now," he said, using his hook to pull both of her hands over her head and backing her against the wall again. Emma felt the cold stone through her jacket as she stared into his triumphant green eyes. "I don't need you anymore, do I?"
Emma let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "You can't just leave us here."
Hook leaned in close, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Persuade me."
Emma glared at him resolutely for a heartbeat, and he let out a laugh, still pinning her hands against the wall.
"Of course not, lass. You're not much for talking. Actions speak louder, don't they, love?" He leaned even closer, his eyes flickering from her lips back to meet her gaze with a knowing smirk.
Emma's heart beat frantically in her chest. Hook watched her as she sought for an answer, and he stifled another grin.
"Only one way to find out, I suppose." He said nonchalantly, and Emma had just opened her mouth to formulate a response when his lips met hers.
The kiss was forceful, and Emma felt as though she should pull away, but the wall was at her back and she didn't want to move, not really. His hand wound around the base of her neck, pulling her even closer and deepening the kiss. He dropped his hook from her hands and they were suddenly tangled in his hair, tugging him closer.
He pulled back for a breath, and before he could even smirk Emma murmured softly against his jaw.
"Take me with you."
Hook let out a low moan, and pulling her legs up over his hips he backed her against the wall again, kissing her fiercely. She felt him grin against her lips as she responded with just as much fervor, and then his hook brushed aside a piece of her hair and he was whispering in her ear.
"I'm not a fool, lass. You'd never leave your mother behind."
Emma gave him a sudden, searing kiss and then pulled back, staring at him through lidded eyes. "I just want you."
It was only half a lie.
Hook grinned, dropping her legs and leaning against her, tracing her jaw with the cold metal of his hook. "Then convince me, darling."
"What do you think that just now was?" Emma replied indignantly.
He looked off into the night, his tongue flicking out to taste his lips and he pretended to concentrate on the sensation. "I think that was a good first attempt."
Emma was about to respond with a stream of curse words when she was suddenly lifted into the air. It took her a moment to realize what had happened, and when her world righted itself she beat her fists against Hook's back as he strode out of the alleyway and down the docks again, carrying her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" She yelled, scrambling to get away from her. He held her legs with his good hand, and she felt him chuckle. "Hook, goddammit—"
"Don't worry, lass, you're getting what you wanted." Emma couldn't see where he was going, and as she watched the ground it changed from the rough wood of the docks to the polished floor that was obviously a ship. Hook set her down with mock gentleness, and Emma lashed out towards him but another pirate was waiting with rope. In the next moment, she was bound to the main mast, snarling at the captain as he looked on, arms crossed and a smirk starting on his face.
"You idiot pirate," Emma seethed, struggling against the thick ship's rope. "What do you mean, I'm getting what I wanted?"
Hook leaned in, his smile full blown as he grinned at her cheekily.
"A second chance."
He gave her a wink as the ship surged beneath them, and the dock fell away into darkness as they took to open sea.