The pair had quickly made their way toward Granny's to escape the ever dropping temperatures of the outside world. When they had made it to the diner/ inn all the lights were off and the diner was closed. Emma having lived there before lead the way around the back to the other entrance. Once inside the princess continued to lead the way until they were standing in front of the door with the golden number 4 on it.
"I never told you which room it was, how did you know?" Hook wondered, wearing a confused expression on his face.
"Another part of Ruby's humor," Emma smirked, "She didn't just put you in the room that comes with the swan key. She put you in the same room I stayed in when I first arrived in Storybrook."
Hook only smiled and unlocked the door, "Lady's first," he leered.
"Oh, so now you're a gentleman?" the princess challenged, raising a seductive brow as she entered the familiar room and whirled around to face the captain.
"I'm always a gentleman, you know that better than most Swan," the pirates voice dripped innuendo as he gracefully stepped out from underneath the doors wooden frame and closed it in the same moment. He moved over to the chair next to the door and carefully unloaded his sack onto it.
"What's in the bag pirate?" inquired the princess in the same challenging tone, although she had moved over to another chair, one by the window, and was leaning against it.
"Some personal affects, love, but mostly rum," the captain answered pulling out one of the many bottles he has in his bag. "Want some? It'll make you feel better," he taunted as he raised the bottle to his lips and bit the cork and removed it from the bottles opening. The pirate turned his head and spit the cork onto the floor a few inches to his left and proceeded in bringing the bottle back up to his lips for a long drawn out drink. He closed his icy blue eyes as he felt the alcohol burn down his throat, warming him instantly.
"You gonna share pirate?" Emma once again challenged, her voice suddenly right next to the captain. Opening his eyes he noticed she wasn't just beside him but she was close, very close. Holding back a surprised expression at the lack of space the princess had kept between them he handed the princess the bottle and watched as she slowly raised the bottle to her own soft, pink lips and took an equally long drink. Hook couldn't help his mind from going back to the day he had saved her father in Neverland, the feeling of her lips against his, moving in perfect harmony. The pirate was so caught up in his thoughts he almost didn't notice that the already small distance between him and Emma was now only inches. Emma took another quick shot from the bottle before she placed it on the table right next to her. Her eyes were staring deep into the arctic blue of the man she was only inches away from. Her grey-green desperately searching for any doubt, any reason to make her second guess her decision, finding nothing the princess grabbed the lapel of the pirate's leather jacket and pulled his lips down on hers, just as she had in Neverland, and that was all the invitation the pirate needed.
His right hand quickly moved to the back of her head where it tangled in her hair and his left arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter to him until there was no space between them. In response Emma breathlessly moaned against the pirate's lips, pushing him roughly back against the wooden door. The action made the captain groan and the princess quickly brought both of her hands up from the jacket and interlocked them behind his neck, pulling him closer to her. Swiftly Hook pushed himself off the door and spun the two of them so that the princess was now the one being shoved into the door. The pirate pulled away from Emma's mouth and began to kiss her neck. "Swan," Hook whispered onto the woman's skin between kisses, "my Swan."
Emma's hands were now lowering from the pirate's neck, back to the lapel of his jacket. They moved underneath the jacket, up his chest to his shoulders. Slowly they moved down his arms until the jacket slid off and landed on the ground in a heap. The captain was just pulling back from her neck and reclaiming his place on her lips when a loud buzzing interrupted the moment. Hand slowly reaching down from where it was in Hook's hair, Emma grabbed her vibrating phone from her jacket pocket. "Really, love? You're going to answer it?" the pirate demanded as he leaned against the wall next to the door trying to catch his breath.
"No, it's not important," a bit of the twinkle returned to the captain's eyes, "but," the princess continued, "I really do think it's time for me to get back."
Hooks expression dropped and he pushed off the wall, walking to the other side of the small room, looking out the window to avoid eye contact. "You can't," his voice was barley an audible whisper to his own ears, raw and full of pain, "you'll freeze without the proper attire," his breath hitched and he let the tears fall. It had been almost three hundred years since the pirate had cried, but there it was, water works running all down his face.
"I'm sure I'll be fine Hook, plus I told my parents that I would go for a quick walk," she paused fighting to keep the pain out of her voice, "that was over two hours ago."
"It's too cold, too dangerous, you can't go," Hook pleaded, finally turning so that Emma could see his face. What she saw was a person, not a persona or an act, she saw was not Captain Hook the ruthless pirate, but Killian Jones the vulnerable soft hearted boy he once was. Emma had to look away the picture of Hook as so vulnerable was too much for her, it made her want to run up to him and throw her arms around him, letting him cry in her lap all night. "Fine, if you won't listen to me at least take my coat, add an extra layer over your own jacket," his voice was pained as he grabbed his coat from where Emma had dropped it from his shoulders, handing it to her.
She dawned the jacket without argument because no matter how she thought of it, she really didn't have enough layers for the weather outside the in. The princess couldn't help but smell the scents that lingered in the stitching of the well worn leather, rum and ocean and hook. She shook her hear slightly to clear the intoxicating scents from her brain. "My parents," Emma had to fight even harder to hold back the sobs and tears after seeing Killian's face, but she continued, "You know them Mary-Margret's probably out of her mind, thinking that something terrible has happened to me or something, and David he'll just be pacing the floor hoping that my 'disappearance' had nothing to do with you," another pause, looking down at the unique trade mark confirming her father's worst nightmares, "and when he figures out that it was you he'll have your head!" the concern in her voice barely concealed as she slipped out of the comfortable leather and placed it gingerly on the back of the closest chair.
Moving quickly back over to the princesses side, the distraught pirate, made no objections to her shedding his jacket, mostly because he knew she was right about David. Although he couldn't help but let a ghost of a smile flash across his downcast face at the concern she had for him in this matter. "Why are you in such a hurry? Please, just stay a bit longer Swan," his voice was quiet and pleading as he made his way slowly to the rum Emma had set on the small table in the center of the room, "At least one more drink."
"Half," the princess couldn't help the quiet chuckle that escaped her lips, even at his most vulnerable, Hook still wanted her around for a drink. "Only half a drink. No more," her eyes darted towards the bottle, not in the hands of the emotionally unsteady pirate.
As Emma took the necessary step or two closer to the captain and reached out to grab the now nearly empty bottle, Killian couldn't help but notice how her eyes shone in the light of the lamp on the table. "You know you could always leave the rest of the world outside and deal with them later," Killian suggested as she took the bottle from his hand and downed the last remaining drops.
"No, what just happened..." Emma paused, running her fingers through her blond hair and exhaling before speaking again, "I still haven't made my decision yet and things like that just make it harder," she sat on the arm of the chair next to her and pulled her fingers through her hair once more, "I just... We just... We can't, not right now."
"Bollix, princess! You can't say that you haven't made your bloody choice! None of this would have bloody happened tonight if you hadn't already made your choice! You made your choice long ago, you were just too ashamed to admit that you chose the bloody pirate!" Hook was livid, he stood up and stalked over to where Emma was sitting before he spoke again, this time his voice was a quiet hiss that cut Emma like a knife. "You made your choice, you chose me. I felt it in your kiss, heard it in your breathless moans, saw it in your eyes. Tell me I'm wrong, princess. I. Dare. You."
Lifting her face from her shaking hands she dared to look the pirate directly in the eye, "I can't. Your right, if I really think about it and look down hard it is you I chose, long before we ever even left Neverland," Emma's voice was as shaky as Killian's had been a moment ago, but she didn't try to mask it, not this time.
"Like I said love, you could always leave the world behind for a night, stop trying to please everyone else in your life and just stay?" the signature lilt was back in the captain's voice and it made Emma smile to hear that he was back to took this as a good sign and snaked his arms around Emma's waist and pulled her closer.
Emma let out a surprised gasp, but before she could make a response the clock tower in town square chimed, distracting Emma's attention to the window once again. As the chimes desisted Emma turned her face to look back up at the pirate who's arms she was in, a huge smile starting to spread across her face. "It's midnight Captain," as she spoke Emma stared slowly inching her face towards Hooks. "That means it's officially Christmas," her face was so close now that Hook could feel her warm breath on his lips, taste the rum.
"Want your present?" her voice was dripping seduction and the fire in her eyes was burning so intensely Hook thought he'd never be cold again. She pulled back from Hook and brought her hands up to the zipper of her coat and slowly began to pull it down, her burning eyes never leaving Hook's.
That was the last straw, Hook couldn't handle this any longer. He closed the gap between them and planted a rough, desperate kiss on Emma's smirking lips. She responded instantly, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck, sinking her hands into his inky black hair once more.
Pulling back to catch his breath, hook let out a shot ironic laugh. Emma looked at him pointedly. "Oh it's nothing love," he answered a wide Cheshire grin on his lips, "This is just that I think this is going to turn out to be a merry Christmas after all."
Emma couldn't help mirroring Hook's smile, "Merry Christmas... Killian," she said before reclaiming his grinning lips with hers once more. She thought at once of Neverland and the first kiss they had shared in the jungle. A hungry, desperate, flare of passion and impulse. It was much like this kiss except that this was not a onetime thing.