Emma didn't open her eyes, and Hook spoke again.

"You've managed to lose an oar, damage a rowboat, and break a piece of perfectly good rope just to catch your death of cold. I'm not nearly as angry as I am curious, lass-" His voice was closer "As to why you would do something so foolish?"

Emma could feel his breath on her ear. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. "Not the only foolish thing I've done recently," She murmured under her breath.

She did expect what came next. The rough arm underneath her, lifting her up, the cold hook on the side of her face, pushing her cheek against the cold cabin wall. She was sitting up in the bed, and he had her pressed against the wood of the ship, his hood trailing down her cheek. His voice was gentle, but the cold metal against her skin was threatening.

"What was that, love?" He said, soft, coaxing.

Emma gritted her teeth, staring at the wall in front of her. He held her face sideways against the wall, and she didn't turn her eyes to look at him. "Nothing."

"You think you're the first fool to ever ally themselves with a pirate?" He said in a patronizing tone. His hook inched lower, along her chin, and Emma turned to face him, her eyes flaring angrily.

"We are not ALLIES," She hissed, staring him down.

She could see in his eyes what he was about to do, but she couldn't stop him as his arm around her waist pulled her down, and he hovered over her.

"What are we, then?" He said, as if it were a deep, philosophical question that had been plaguing him, though his eyes danced with trickery. His hook moved downward, tugging up her shirt. Emma's breath hitched, and he smirked. "See, I thought we were friends, but apparently…" His other hand moved to the waistband of her jeans, and Emma held her breath as he pulled out the folded-up map she had stolen from his quarters. "…One of us is a traitor."

Emma opened her mouth to reply, but Hook spoke again, still staring at the map with a bemused expression on his face. "And for once it's not the pirate." He turned his gaze back to her suddenly, and Emma's heart stopped for a moment in fear. His green eyes were narrowed, as if he were a predator looking down at its small, helpless prey. "The more I discover about you, Miss Swan, the more I begin to think you and I are very much alike."

"I would rather die than be like you," Emma said before she could stop herself. Though his eyes were alight with anger, she continued. "Your sole purpose is to get revenge on a man who killed your love years ago, and-"

It was his hook that stopped her words. Just the sharp tip of it, resting on her bottom lip. Emma didn't move, her eyes widening as Hook bent his head closer. His words were a deadly whisper.

"But you are like me. You live for the rush of it. The blood, the anger, the passion." His hook pressed into her lip, just enough to draw a tiny drop of blood. "And don't pretend for a single moment…" He tilted his head down, his emerald eyes considering her mouth. "That you don't REVEL in it." He moved his hook away and leaned in.

Emma was frozen as he captured her lower lip in his teeth, his tongue snaking out to lick the blood away. She tried to move her head to the side and tug herself out of his grasp, but he only released her lips when he moved his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting her skin.

"Don't pretend you don't love it," he whispered, his arms holding Emma to him. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. Where his lips touched her sparks ran through her whole body, making her numb with ecstasy. "You enjoy the thrill of it, the pirate life. You seek me out because I give you the adventure you crave."

"You think I seek you out?" Emma found her voice, struggling to maintain clarity of thought as his lips returned to her neck. "Let me tell you, PIRATE, the real reason why-"

The locket twisted itself around her neck, and Emma gasped for air.

Hook pulled back, looking at her in confusion. The locket immediately loosened its hold, and Emma stared up at him, breathing deeply.

"The reason you-" Hook started, but before he could finish the question, the locket had pulled Emma's head up in a swift motion and her lips met his.

Emma's eyes widened as his mouth responded to hers in force, his hand snaking up her neck to press her closer to him. She realized all to clearly what her body language must have said to him. But even as thoughts of correcting him crossed her mind, she felt as if she were lost in a haze, unsure of right or wrong or up or down as his lips continued their all too experienced work. Still she tried to remedy the situation, to tell him the truth despite the locket, but when she opened her mouth he only took it as an invitation. His tongue invaded her, exploring her mouth. She could feel him smirking. He was confident in the kiss, as if he'd always known he belonged here, with his mouth on hers.

Emma pulled back, and Hook let her, leaving his arm around her waist as he gazed at her through lidded eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Need a moment to recollect your thoughts?" He said, grinning at her lazily. "Perhaps one of the first proper kisses you've ever had, I'd wager."

Emma had raised her hand to slap him, but he trapped her wrist with his hook, pushing her back down on the bed again slowly. Emma stared up at him, her fury building.

"You arrogant, conceited, self-obsessed son of a bitch," She spat, trying to ignore the tingling in her lips. "You just think you're-"

She stopped short as his hook trailed down her neck to the top of her shirt, tearing just slightly at the thin fabric.

He lifted his head to look at her innocently. "You were saying?"

Emma opened her mouth to continue, but the hook went lower, ripping the fabric until the top of her black lace bra was exposed.

Hook's eyes held a challenge, daring her to continue.

Emma's voice was softer than she would have liked as she struggled to keep his gaze. "You think you're this fantastic pirate with-"

"I am a fantastic pirate." The hook had continued down, silently ripping her shirt, and the cold metal kept Emma immobile. Hook looked up at her, his eyes still wide with feigned innocence. "I'm so sorry, go on."

"You think you-can you stop ruining my shirt?"

"Stop what? This?" Hook's charade broke as he grinned devilishly, flicking his hook down the remainder of the fabric and ripping it completely in half.

Emma gasped and raised her arms to cover herself, but Hook pinned her hands above her head with his hand, trailing his hook along the black lace of her bra to land on the small red bow in the center. His grin widened.

"So feisty," he said, running the sharp hook over it, and Emma knew he could snap it with a single move of his wrist. "And you say you're not cut out to be a pirate."

"I said I don't WANT-"

He had moved the hook until it was curved around the front of her bra, ready to break it. He raised an eyebrow, smirking as he challenged her with his eyes. Emma was very aware of how close he was, and how exposed she was. How obvious it must be that her heart was beating frantically in her chest, when her pale skin was completely bare before him, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breath. Of course he noticed.

She couldn't read the expression in his eyes as he looked down at her, something in his gaze changing.

"I don't know," he said softly, almost to himself as he looked her over. Emma tried to still her racing heartbeat. He looked up at her face again suddenly, the corner of his mouth curving up into a trickster's grin. "Should I open my present now, or later?"

Emma tried to kick him, struggling to free her hands from his grasp. "You sick, twisted pig."

Hook ignored her, his gaze still raking over her. "I don't know, it's still so early. And all the waiting just makes for such a delicious surprise…" His eyes looked up at her again, and he cocked an eyebrow, grinning as if they shared a secret. "But I've been such a good boy."

Emma raised her knee to kick him when there was a loud knock on the door.