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Post Neverland: Deputy!Hook sees Emma's curls for the first time and reacts.

"Your hair is different."

Running a hand through her blonde curls, Emma raises a brow at him as she walks into the station, silently amused by the sight of him sitting at his desk surrounded by paperwork. She doesn't think she'll ever get over it—coming into work and knowing he'll be there, acting as her newest deputy. "My hair's fine." She murmurs coming to a stop next to him and glancing down as he idly drums his fingers in front of him to some random and unknown beat.

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it love, it's just different…it's nice." Lifting his good hand towards her, he makes a move to touch, merely chuckling when she quickly slaps him away.

"Knock it off."

"It's rather fluffy."

"It's not fluffy!"

He grins, humor lighting his eyes as he goes to touch again, his smile stretching across his face when she shoots him a mere warning look and raises a brow while backing away.

"Quit trying to touch my hair."

"It's…bouncy."

"It's curly."

"Mmmm…I have to wonder." he drawls as he leans back in his chair, vibrantly blue gaze appraising her silently, "What brought on the sudden change?"

Rolling her eyes at the somewhat teasing tone, she frowns a little; and drawing her lower lip into her mouth, she turns from him without answering, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she walks into her office and sits down at her desk—closing her eyes for a moment, she relaxes in her chair. Had it been any other guy, they would have looked her over once, either not noticed her hair or simply not commented on it and then gone about their usual business. Killian Jones is not any other guy. He notices things, observes, makes note—his eyes more often than not watching her carefully.

It would be annoying if it were anyone else…

But Killian Jones is not anyone else.

And as they settle into a normal and somewhat domestic lifestyle, Neverland far behind them, their friendship a fragile and delicate thing, she can't deny the harder it's getting…ignoring her ever-growing attraction towards him—her mind more often than not drifting to those few stolen kisses shared between them.

So maybe she had woken up extra early that morning and had taken a little more time to do her hair, and perhaps she had put on her favorite pair of jeans that just so happen to make her ass look great, and there was a very distinct possibility she had even applied an extra coat of mascara and a tiny bit of barely there lip gloss before she had gotten out of the cruiser.

That doesn't mean anything.

Not one little thing.

And suppressing a groan, and throwing an arm over her eyes, she shakes her head, feeling ridiculously feminine and seriously stupid all at the same time.

"I'm heading to the diner darling, I'll bring you back something if you're a good girl."

His words so close to her ear, have her to sitting up with a start, a number of curses flying from her lips, as she takes in the sight of him, straightening and standing in front of her— humor lighting his eyes and a grin dusting his lips.

"Jesus Christ could you not do that."

"Apologies love."

His tone and smirk betray his actual remorse and rolling her eyes as he makes a move to leave, she goes to start up her computer, pausing when she realizes he's stopped by the door. "What?"

"I like them."

"Like what?"

He smiles at that, a genuine smile that makes his features appear softer and his eyes twinkle lightly. "The curls…your hair…it suits you." And without giving her a chance to respond, he shoots her a wink, before turning to walk away, grabbing his leather coat of its hook and picking up something from the desk as he makes his way towards the door.

Leaning back, she can't help the ghost of a smile that flits across her lips, a voice in her head scolding her for her softness, even as a slightly more smug one applauds her for her early morning efforts.

It's still seriously stupid, it's still ridiculously feminine.

But as she runs a hand through her hair, her smile kicking up another notch, she can't really bring herself to care…

Much.

End.

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