Note: Major thanks to OnceUponSomeChaos, who came aboard to edit the smut (sadly pushed to part 6) and found/fixed a huge issue with the story and made it a zillion times better.

Note 2: You guys with your reviews and Likes and so on are the most awesome people ever! Don't hate me for where I had to end this part; the next one just needs some editing and will be up very soon.

Emma awoke with a start, heart racing.

She was alone in her room; the only thing she heard was her parents' muffled voices downstairs. Did she have a nightmare?

She took some deep breaths, trying to slow her heart, while she let everything filter into her brain. A quick glance at her phone told her she hadn't changed a thing by her kamikaze run at the town line. It was still Wednesday.

She had run straight into some kind of invisible barrier that prevented her from leaving her little Groundhog Day adventure.

Mary Margaret flipped on the radio and started singing with happiness again downstairs, and Emma groaned. What the hell was there to be so happy about, anyway?

Of course, aside from the accident, yesterday had been very interesting. Just thinking about Hook pinning her to the changing room wall gave her some happier thoughts.

She really needed to talk to Regina about a way to break this curse.

But she'd kind of had her heart set on having her way with Hook. She knew he had feelings for her, and she didn't want to end up hurting him, but right now she wanted him more than anything else, ever. If she didn't break the curse it would all be forgotten tomorrow. She could, in a sense, have her cake and eat it, too. So would one more missing day really make a difference?

She took her time getting ready, showering and putting on her favorite lotion. She curled her hair, which she hadn't taken the time to do in ages, and spent a ridiculous amount of time debating her choice of underwear.

She laughed at herself, trying to decide what undies Captain Hook would prefer, then decided on black lace. He certainly seemed to like the color, and it was hard to go wrong with a classic.

She chose fairly normal clothes: jeans and a dark blue pullover. There was no need to announce to the town that Emma Swan was trying to get laid, after all.

Still, Mary Margaret complimented her and wondered aloud if she was meeting someone special today.

She knew her mother meant Neal, but she just smiled mysteriously and refused to answer.

Let Mary Margaret think what she wanted.

She felt a little like a fugitive as she hovered outside Granny's waiting for Neal to leave. He finally took off a few minutes before she needed to pick up Henry, so she rushed inside and waved Granny over.

"I need to rent a room," she said.

"Oh?" Granny peered at her curiously. "Something wrong with your own place?"

Yeah, I want to bang Hook like a drum, but I think my parents might object.

"I just need a little alone time," Emma said. "My parents can be a bit much, you know? And since they're really wanting another baby … you know, just between us."

"Really?" Granny's eyes lit up, and Emma tried not to wince. She figured half the town would know about her parents' baby-making attempts within the next hour. Well, sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, and that bit of gossip took the pressure off her for the moment. If she had to throw her parents to the wolves (so to speak) to get a little privacy, it was easy enough to use her newfound excuse for everything: they wouldn't remember it tomorrow anyway.

She paid Granny and pocketed the key, smirking at Hook as she rushed out of the diner. Let him wonder what she was up to; he'd find out soon enough.

She loved her son more than anything, but lunch was pure torture.

She tried to make conversation, but it was hard to focus when she kept looking over at Hook. He caught her several times, and when their eyes met all she could think about was his mouth on hers, his body pressed tight to hers.

Talk about distracting.

Maybe it was time to spread the torture around a bit.

When Henry was nearly finished, she excused herself and went over to Hook.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

She steered him toward the back of the diner. When they were out of earshot for anyone, she tucked the room key into his hand.

"What's this?"

"That's a key to the room I rented for the day," she said, matter-of-factly. "I'm going to take Henry home, and when I come back, I want you to meet me there."

He turned the key over in his palm. "Swan?" he spoke slowly. "What's the meaning of this?"

"I believe you promised me some fun, Hook, and I intend to hold you to it," she whispered. "All. Day. Long."

She grinned at his stunned look when her meaning sunk in, then went back to join her son.

She made record time taking Henry back to Regina's, completely disregarding any and all traffic laws. It's not like she was going to arrest herself for blowing the speed limit all to hell.

A quick goodbye (while she considered the possibility that she was actually the worst mother in the world), and she was off and back at Granny's in a flash.

She sat in the car, scanning the street to make sure the coast was clear before slipping into the bed & breakfast. She was knocking softly at the door to the room before it even occurred to her to wonder if Hook had even shown up.

What if he just thought she was messing with him? What if he thought this wasn't the honorable thing to do? What if this is not at all what he meant by fun? What the hell was fun in the Enchanted Forest, anyway?

She didn't have long to worry, though, as he pulled the door open and stared at her as though he was surprised she had shown up.

When he didn't seem inclined to move, or even say a word, she pushed her way into the room and closed the door behind her, falling back against it.

After a full minute of silence, she finally decided to say something. "Hi."

"Swan." He stepped slightly back from her, sending a glance toward the bed before leaning on a dresser on the adjoining wall. "What's this about?"

"This is about …" She considered how much to tell him. "Did you know, I never get a day off? Every day, I'm running around putting out fires and jumping worlds and just trying to keep my family and my town together. I never get to do what I want. I guess maybe that sounds selfish —"

"No," he interrupted. "It's not selfish to take time for yourself, love. You deserve happiness, too. You deserve everything, but I'm not sure …"

"Look," she said, when it didn't seem like he was going to finish. "I know you told Neal you're going to back off or whatever. You're just trying to do the honorable thing, and that's great, but it is over between Neal and me. All we have is a crappy history and a pretty awesome kid. That's it."

He stepped toward her, and she saw the hope flaring in his eyes. "So, this is …?"

"This," she said firmly, stripping off her coat and throwing it into the corner, "is me, taking a day off. Doing what I want, with the person I want to be with. You did promise me fun, didn't you?"

"That I did." She watched a smile curve across his face.

"Well, going back on your word would be very bad form, Hook."

He blocked her against the door, hand and hook on either side. "Are you sure, Emma?"

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure," she smiled at him. "But if you're not —"

Then he was kissing her, deep and wet and soft, so different from the day before but somehow just as intense. Her hands gripped his shoulders and then slid into his thick hair, pulling him closer as his hooked arm curved around her back, holding her tight. His hand moved to palm her breast over her shirt, thumb teasing her nipple through the thin fabric.

She panted, frustrated by the barrier between them. Pushing him back a step, she yanked her top over her head to give him better access. His eyes darkened as he took in the black lace cradling her breasts, and he brushed his fingers over the top edge of the bra, drawing a shiver out of her.

She reached behind her to undo the clasp, gasping as he suddenly spun her around. "I like this garment," he said. Warm fingers brushed her back for a moment before the clasp popped free. His warm breath moved down her back until his lips traced over the place where it had been fastened.

"Bra," she managed as he swept her hair to the side and kissed his way up her spine.

He hummed, lips ghosting over the back of her neck. "I've imagined this, Swan. I've imagined you," he said, and she shivered at his breath on her skin. "But I must say, you've surprised me. I didn't expect you to choose me so … enthusiastically."

She swallowed hard as he turned her back around, drawing the bra off her shoulders and dropping it. With nothing in the way, he returned to touching her, skin on skin, and she threw her head back against the door when he bent and took one nipple in his mouth.

God, the mouth on this man.

She tried to lose herself in the sensations, to push back the guilt that suddenly twisted in her gut, but the memories of Neverland were too strong: his face, the sincerity when he talked of winning her heart.

"It won't be because of any trickery; it will be because you want me."

Dammit, she did want him, but he wanted so much more than sex, more than she was ready to give him. Even if he wouldn't remember tomorrow, she would know that she'd used him — tricked him — and she found she just couldn't do it.

With an annoyed groan, she pushed him away. "Stop. Just … we have to stop."

"Swan?"

God, the mix of confusion and arousal on his face upped the guilt by about a thousand, but she knew she was doing the right thing.

"You said you were sure," he said slowly. "Did I … have I done something wrong?"

"No! No, I am sure … I was sure." She bent and picked up her top, pulling it back over her head. "I just … there's something I have to tell you."

"Tell me, then," he said, reaching out for her.

She shook her head and waved him off. Touching him right now would be the worst idea ever; it would be so easy to change her mind and jump him anyway. "No, you need to stand over there. Just … you know, just stay right there."

She backed away to the opposite side of the bed, fidgeting while she tried to find the words. "Look, I haven't been totally honest with you. The truth is, we're under some kind of curse or spell or something. I know it sounds crazy, but since Regina stopped Pan's curse the other day …"

"Yesterday," he supplied, frowning.

"Um, not exactly. It's been, I don't know, a week now?" She bit her lip nervously, then forged ahead. "What I'm trying to say is, we've all been living the same day over and over, and I'm the only one who knows it. I got tired of trying — and failing — to fix it, and I decided to just do whatever I wanted for a few days, so I don't go crazy from it all."

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, leaning against the dresser again. "So, you're saying, you wished to be with me and then, what? Pretend it never happened?"

She shouldn't be surprised that he'd caught on so quickly. She was, after all, and open book to him.

"All the fun, none of the consequences," she said, her voice quiet. "But then, I realized, I couldn't do that to you. Other than that ridiculous blacksmith lie when we first met, you've always been honest with me, and I don't want to lie to you."

Silence stretched between them to a painful point, and she scrambled to pick up her bra, stuffing it in her pocket. "Anyway," she said quickly, "now that I've made a complete ass of myself, I'll be going. I'm really sorry, you know, even if you won't …" She fumbled for the doorknob. "You won't remember this tomorrow."

She pulled the door open, stumbling a little when Hook slammed it closed, hand and hook again on either side of her. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on the door. She wanted to work up some anger at him for pinning her in, but her frustration was all turned inward at the moment.

"You'll not give me a chance to have my say, then?" he asked evenly, mouth close to her ear. His breath skating over her raised goosebumps that she fought to ignore.

"Wasn't planning to, no," she said.

"Lucky, then, that I'm a pirate," he said, turning her around to face him. "Generally, I just take what I want."

"Hook —"

"Shhh." He cupped her face and slid his thumb over her bottom lip. His blue, blue eyes bore into hers, and the desire she saw there stole her breath. "I meant what I said, Emma. I've been wanting this. Did you mean what you said?"

"What?"

"That I'm the person you want to be with?"

"Y-yes, but Hook, you won't even remember."

"No, I won't." The smile he gave her was predatory, and her desire returned, pushing her guilt right out the door, down the road and into another ZIP code. "But you will. You'll remember every bloody moment."

She started to say something, but she lost the words when he kissed her again, as if trying to imprint himself on her with his lips, tongue and teeth. She hesitated for a moment before throwing herself into the kiss; he'd made his choice, and she would remember it enough for both of them.