Part 2 of double update day!

please be advised there's about 2 paragraphs of smut to be found within.

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Emma woke up to find herself unmoved from the position she had finished in. She was tucked into his side, his hook wrapped around her resting against her side, her fingers resting on his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart in his chest, it warmed her. Her body ached from their activities during the night but she had absolutely no mind to complain. She had never experienced a night like it. Every orgasm seemed bigger than the previous one; every touch torched her skin. He had turned her into putty, and he was the one who got to bend her into shapes she didn't think she was actually capable of. She was certain, for the rest of her life, thoughts about this night were going to always illicit a strong flush to her cheeks, an elevated heart and breathing rate, and a moisture between her legs. She was also certain, that she did not want it to be a one off. This was their first night, not their only night.

And yet she was still panicking.

What on earth happened? What did she do? She had gone outside for a walk, an attempt to find some form of tranquility that would have her able to sleep through the night. She found herself unable to comprehend the facts as they stood. If she were to stand before someone and answer their questions she would just stand there, spluttering. Her feet hadn't just taken her on some random walk around town, they had taken her to him, the smug bastard she had been avoiding. And then her mouth took over her brain functioning as she told him things she definitely should not have because they had led her here, to this moment, wrapped in his arms, naked, covered in bites and bruises that symbolized only one thing. Not only that, but she was entirely too calm about it all, other than the fact that it was morning and she was still there. She should be gone, should be out, but instead she unthinkingly snuggled closer to him, as though the idea of him vanishing petrified her. Something was very wrong with that picture.

Men did not come into her life, pound her into submission then stay in her life to do it repeatedly, by George no! Men came and went. In fact, now she thought about it, the few who had gone anywhere near Hook's level of expertise had actually been married – she was ashamed to say – or in some form of relationship that had meant there was no reason to fear the prospective future with them. The only reason for their relationship was as a distraction. She had to get out of Hook's arms, at least for a moment to catch her breath; she had to go home, grab a shower, remember what he was like beneath the sheets and then come back to him. She needed to turn this into something that she could handle, and right now, whatever this was, she couldn't even find her bearings.

The steady rise and fall of his chest against her cheek suggested that he was still asleep and she took a moment to best figure out her escape route. The only problem was that he was already awake. She opened her eyes to see his arm above his chest holding a book.

"Awake are you, Princess." He murmured; she felt him kissing the crown of her head.

In that moment, her fears were cut. She could hear the warmth in his voice, and if she were to meet his eyes, she would see him giving her the same look he had given her that had made her question gravity. All she could manage was an 'mmmm', twisting herself so she could find his lips. Why panic when she was in bed with a man who she was in love with. She paused as soon as the thought crossed her mind.

"You alright?" He asked, shifting his arm a little around her.

She nodded weakly, unsure precisely what had just happened inside her head, only knowing that it had something to do with the comfort of being trapped in his embrace. As she nestled herself back against him, she chose to deal with that thought at a later time. She looked back up at him, smiling weakly at him, finding his lips again. He put the book he was holding down on what could best be described as a bedside table, pulling her up so he could deepen the kiss.

"I'm fine, just thinking." She eventually whispered.

He raised an eyebrow at her, not a suggestive look, rather a look of incredulity. Once again he wasn't buying her bullshit.

"Seriously, I was just thinking how good this feels." She responded. "It really has been a while since I enjoyed the early morning sunshine with the man I enjoyed the night with." She looked away.

She knew he still wasn't buying it, but he nodded his head, accepting her story. She shifted herself so she was straddling him, keen to prove to him with her tongue that he had nothing to worry about (which was true). As she did she caught a glance of the book he had been reading.

"Are you seriously reading Peter Pan and Wendy?" She asked incredulously, reaching for it.

"I am." He didn't sound the least bit perturbed that she knew. "The author evidently missed a few key story points about Pan." He mused, taking it from her and putting it back on the bedside table.

"Why are you reading it?" She asked bemused, his hook tracing lazy circles on her back, and his fingers sliding up and down her sides. She could get used to waking up like this.

"Your lad seemed to think I would find it interesting. Of course he didn't tell me that I was in it. Now that is something the author clearly got wrong." He grinned into her.

"Just wait until you see the movie." She grinned, shifting slightly.

His hands were relighting fires inside her body and she wanted nothing more than to start this day off with the high that only he could give.

"Movie?" He questioned before her lips met his.

"Never mind." She breathed between kisses.

Eventually he pushed her away, only so that he could gaze at her face in the warm glow of the sun that filled the room, pushing a strand of hair off her cheek.

"You're so beautiful." He spoke, evidently before he had a chance to think.

Emma smiled, her hands sliding up to his face. She had never heard him utter any semblance of sentiment before. He hardly spoke about Milah, and he never spoke about his brother. What was more, he spoke in a way that wasn't laced with carnal lust; he wasn't trying to seduce her. It was more like he was stating a fact, much like 'the sky is blue' or 'the grass is green'. It caught her off guard, and judging by the gentle tinge in his cheeks, it caught him off guard as well.

"I just said that out loud didn't I." He spoke, his hand never leaving her face.

She nodded. She didn't feel words were necessary in this moment.

"What have you done to me, turning me into a lovesick puppy?" He chuckled coyly. It was evident he was trying to distance himself from the moment. She didn't know if she ought to feel hurt or amused by it.

"Me? What about you? I never stay until the morning; I don't see what the sun does to a man's face the morning after. I should be freaking out, but I'm not. What's so special about you that has me loving this feeling you've left me in?" She queried.

Then both of them froze, almost gaping at each other. In one minute, they had both described the affect of the other by using some form of the word 'love'. For Emma, this was too much, and a voice instantly started shouting at her to get off him, get dressed and get out of there immediately. And yet there was another voice, a strong, calm, firm voice that said 'stay right where you are, Emma Swan.' She chose to listen to it.

Hook didn't take many more moments to comprehend the moment they were experiencing; instead he pulled her roughly to him, locking their lips together. It quickly became apparent that he wasn't in the mood for much more talking as he flipped their bodies so he was on top of her. Their arms and hands resumed the exploration they had commenced the previous evening as their mouths dully battled. Eventually a need for oxygen had them parting.

Emma looked up at the man above her. He was looking down at her again with a look that simply spoke of his adoration. He found her beautiful, he found her sexy, he found her exhilarating. She knew, because she could see it in his eyes.

"What time is it?" She moaned as she felt his hand slip between their bodies.

"Does it matter?" He grinned into her neck, his mouth working in a fashion that she knew would leave a mark – one to join the countless others he had left her with.

"Just a little." She moaned before he found her lips again, his fingers tickling the skin of her inner thighs. "I have parents who will be looking for me, and there are only so many places they'll look before they start thinking I've fallen into some portal and am in great danger."

It seemed that despite everything that had happened so far this morning, the rational part of her brain was taking over. She wasn't on her own anymore, her absence from her own bed would be noticed, and given David and Mary Margaret had a tendency to respond to some of her actions like overzealous parents (which to be fair was hardly surprising considering they had been separated for so long), she didn't want to be gone too long before the whole town was on the lookout for her. She did not want to be caught be someone inappropriate doing the walk of shame from his ship. No, for the time being, she wanted this to be just between them; no a secret, just not public knowledge. At least not until she had spoken with all the relevant parties.

His fingers slid between her folds. "Well so far that's not going to have any bearing on my plans for the morning." He grinned into her lips.

She could feel him pressing against her; it did nothing to stifle her feelings about him, and everything to quell all thoughts of her parents. She stifled a moan as his fingers found her wet to his touch. "Yeah definitely not going to stop my plans." He grumbled, his lips catching hers.

She couldn't hold back the moans as his fingers deftly worked south of her hips whilst his lips ground at the hollow of her neck. She reached for him, mimicking his actions, he groaned throatily, a sound which reverberated through her. As the point of her peak neared he moved his hand, pushed hers away (which had been a truly pleasant experience pumping his cock), positioned himself between her and dove in. Her legs instantly wrapped around his hips, locking into place. She bit her tongue to stop herself from spewing words she could never take back, and simply rocked against him. Their bodies moved in unison, their moans harmonizing; yes she could definitely get used to mornings like this.

"Hook, get up we need your help Emma's go-"

Whatever had been about to happen, Emma knew she would never be able to look her father in the eye for some time. She and Hook had essentially frozen in place when David Nolan barged into the cabin. But whilst Emma was certain that there were places and positions that would have been by far less awkward, she had a sneaking suspicion that her father wanted nothing more than to go back in time and decided that Emma was a grown woman who could easily look after herself and didn't need people looking for her. But right now, the only thing Emma felt was extreme fury at her father as he stood before them, clearly frozen in space and time.

"If it's all the same with you, mate, I'd turn around and leave." Hook's voice broke the deadlock. "You're looking for Emma, congratulations you found her, now run along home and forget that you ever saw a thing. Emma and I will join you in forgetting this moment ever happened."

David jumped at the sound of Hook's voice, but he didn't seem to hear him. It seemed to be an impossible task, tearing his eyes away from Emma and Hook's conjoined form.

"David, go home!" Emma may as well have yelled at him, such was the carry her voice had.

"What the hell is going on here?" David finally spoke, albeit like he was in a daze.

Hook's eyebrows sagged. "I really don't think you need to hear the answer to that question when you can see it. Now run off home and Emma will join you later."

"David, Go!" This time Emma did shout.

David turned awkwardly and left remarkably quickly. Neither Hook nor Emma moved as they heard his footsteps disappear. When they finally turned back to one another, the air in the room had drastically changed. Emma slunk away from him, closer to the head of the bed. She wanted to escape, get out, leave, walk around town, find a shovel and dig her own grave such was the humiliation of what had just transpired, but she doubted Hook would let her go. Hook slunk a little away from her, resting on his heels at the end of the bed. Their eyes fought desperately to avoid each other.

"Well that was awkward." Hook broke after what felt like an age of silence.

"That's an understatement." Emma countered, looking at him for the first time.

"Your parents really need to learn a thing or two about boundaries."

"Ya think?" She responded with a scowl. She had been so close to having a perfect start to her morning, and now she was left wanting, seething and generally pissed that it wasn't going to happen.

He nodded, looking down. This morning had been filled with such promise, and reality had played a cruel trick. Very rarely does the happiness of the night spill forth into the daylight, he had come to observe. He should have known something like this was bound to happen.

"Well it does throw a dent in my plans for the day." He sighed, watching as she shifted to the edge of the bed.

"Mine too." She whispered, finally chancing a glance at him.

She attempted to stand up, take some control of her legs but to no avail. She wasn't sure that she was happy he was at her back, catching her.

"Take it easy, lass." He chuckled, his arm dropping over her stomach.

She wanted to hit him; she wanted to punish him for removing the use of her legs. She especially wanted to hit him given the way her brain was turning back to fuzz with the feel of him at her back. She twisted her head to face him, with the sole intention of hitting him, but her brain went truly fuzzy when she saw his eyes, peeping over her shoulder as he kissed her shoulder blade.

"I should go." She mumbled.

He stopped his ministrations to look up at her, a sad look in his eyes. "You don't have to, you can stay, we can...play some more." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"As much as I would dearly like to, David just ruined that for me. And besides, I really need to talk to him, and Mary Margaret about our boundaries." She moaned as she felt his hand return to her body. "But I really don't think I'm going to be gone long." She purred.

"I'll hold you to that." He grinned, moving so that he could catch a last taste of her lips.

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