Blame it on the Rum

By RosexKnight

Hook takes Emma out to get her away from Storybrooke. But it seems his little date would not go as planned after all…

Chapter Two

As Emma followed Hook through the damp streets of Storybrooke her mind wouldn't wouldn't stop running. Where were they going? Why had he agreed to this so darn quickly? Emma didn't like not being on top of things. Letting someone have the reigns was hard. And she had to admit, as comforting as it was to have Hook's good had wrapped around hers, she was scared of all this.

"Hook…" The blonde started, unsure of what she meant to say. Her voice was riddled with uneasiness, and perhaps he sensed that.

"Patience, love." Hook said, giving her hand a squeeze, "We're almost there."

Emma blinked as the ocean came into view. "Are we going to the docks?"

"Aye. Well past the docks really."

She frowned in confusion. "I thought we were going out."

A confident smile spread across his face. "You asked me to show you what a night would be like is my courting went well did you not?"

They were at his boat now, a house boat he'd gotten with the help of Leroy, and Emma was suddenly having sexond thoughts. "Yeah but I was expecting dinner at a nicer restaurant than Granny's not a…voyage."

"Who ever said you weren't getting dinner?" He turned to face her, cursing that he wasn't able to hold both of her hands as he longed to. "Emma, love. You may know how to chase snow monsters, but I know how to plan an evening out. Now, you can trust me and have the night of your life with a dashing captain. Or…I can take you back to Granny's to drink and throw darts."

The savior rolled her eyes at his silky tone. She hated how he was right. How he could read her like the open book he once said she was. "Don't make fun of me for not having my sea legs."

"Wouldn't dream of it, love." He said, helping her onto the boat with a chuckle.

Within moments Hook was at the helm, and the boat was moving. He had to admot he was just as nervous as his precious Emma seemed, even with the familiar smell of seasalt and sound of waves splashing against the bow. He certainly hadn't cooked for anyone but himself I years. But he had a good feeling about tonight.

"Where are we going?" Emma asked, arms crossed as she stood beside him, the wind blowing her hair back lightly. She was obviously not pleased about being away from Storybrooke. What if the ice queen attacked? What if Regina tried something? What if Henry fell down a flight of stairs and broke a bone?

"Not far." He said, the boat already slowing as a patch of land came into view. He looked at her, wanting to see her reaction to their little getaway. However, her eyes were away, studying the town on the mainland as if trying to see every person in it.

"Hey…"Hook ran his hook over her arm as comfortingly as he could with the cold metal. "It takes less than five minutes to get back, love. I didn't take you out here to worry. I took you out to have a good relaxing time.

Emma nodded. She looked to him, pushing all doubt and worrisome thoughts from her mind. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right.

The boat was soon safely resting on the shore, and Hook was lowering the anchor to be sure that it didn't wash away. It was clear he was in his element, and Emma felt oddly helpless as she watched him work, having no idea how to help him. But then he gave her a smirk and he was back at her side in a moment.

"Well, love? Our own private island retreat. What do you think?"

The island was small and felt almost…intimate. There was a spot for a campfire and log to sit on. It looked as if the Captain had been there many times.

"How did you find this place?"

"Just some exploring." He said simply, "I took your lad Henry here when you wanted me as a distraction."

Emma blinked, and like that Hook was off, going below deck. A smile tugged at her lips. He'd brought Henry to his own little private retreat. She could only imagine what had happened. She decided to just leave it as male bonding in her mind as she followed him below.

Despite its appearance, the houseboat was quite roomy and warm. "Cozy." She commented simply, Hook turning to look at her from his spot in the kitchen. "So…what now?"

"Now…" He said, seeming to move easily around the small kitchen, preparing something Emma couldn't get a good look at "You sit back and let me prepare dinner."

"You always cook for your ladies?"

"I do when they let me."

She leaned over, straining to see what exactly he was making. "What do you even have in here that you have to cook?"

"Well… Hook turned, giving her a grin. "You'll just have to see, Swan. Here." He handed her a lighter with his good hand. "Be a love and go outside to light the fire."

With a smirk Emma took the lighter, making her way above deck and onto the island. Within moments the fire was burning true, Emma easily stoking it. She took a seat on te driftwood log as she let the fire warm her. She doubted that Hook would let her help with whatever he was preparing, so she stayed there. Taking in the scenery. The air was salty, and the sound of waves lapping at the shore was therapudic. No wonder he liked it out here so much.

Maybe she'd ask him to take her here next time she needed a retreat. Maybe even with Henry.

The word "family" ran through her mind for a moment, but further thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. Hook appeared, holding a plate of fish and vegetables for two in his hand while also seeming to have something tucked under his coat. She wondered how long it had taken him to get good with only his one hand as she took the plate from him.

"I'm impressed." She said. "I was almost expecting sandwiches or hot dogs."

"On some nights when we don't feel like going out, yes maybe." He said, pulling a bottle of wine and two glasses from under his coat. "But not when you've had a bad night. You don't mind white wine do you?"

"Uh…No. Not at all." He poured them two glasses as she began eating, finding the fish tasted a lot better than she thought it might. Of course, it made sense for a pirate to know their way around fish. "I suppose we'd eat a lot of seafood."

"Some." He said, taking a bit of the vegetables with his own fork. "It is indeed what I'm best at. And your boy likes to fish."

"And we'd have quiet nights like this?"

"If you like. Being under the stars is relaxing I've found. I can teach you how to chart them." He gave a chuckle, "Or we could go eat Granny's and Tony's every night."

"No thanks." She laughed with him, continuing to eat. For a while they sat in silence, nothing but waves and crackling fire before them. Emma could get used to this. "I uh…I suppose I should call you something other than just 'Captain Hook' huh? As much as it suits you."

"Killian will do." He said, his voice surprisingly tender, "As much as the fairy tale name suits me I don't think I'll look quite as dashing in that ridiculous red get-up."

Emma laughed, "Killian suits you too. Maybe you can wear the red outfit for Halloween."

"Hallo-what?"

"Nevermind."

He paused, "Is there…anything you prefer me to call you, love?"

The Captain was close to her now, the food on the plate almost gone. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry at his proximity. "That works."

"Good."

His words were a whisper, and he didn't move. His eyes searched her, trying to feel out her reaction. Should he pull away? Continue on and kiss her? This evening was meant to be played out as if courting her went well, and if it were up to him they'd already be below deck in his bedchamber, but this was Swan. His Emma. The last thing he wanted to do was cross a line, and she knew it. She knew it all just from the look in his eye.

Luckily, Killian didn't have to decide, for The Savior was doing searching of her own. In him and her. She'd once told him she was tired of living in the past, and whatever she found in him made her decide to lean forward, pressing her lips to his.

Stubble scratched at her as their lips began to move. The Captain was bold, his mouth almost conquering. Emma smirked against him, nibbling on his lower lip and reveling in the sound he made, one of relief and anguish swirling together in a delicious groan. Arms found their way around each other, holding tightly, almost clinging as their breaths grew shorter. His hook moved to a spot in her hair that always made her shiver. She never knew a hook could carry so much intimacy in its touch. His tongue swirled around her lips, and they parted, allowing him entrance. He explored her as their tongues found each other.

Something in her pocket began to vibrate and chime. There was an audible groan from both of them as Emma pulled the cell phone from her pocket.

"It's Mary Margret." She said, as if she would have only answered for a select few at that moment.

As she answered he cursed that device. Why have it at all if it would only interrupt important moments? Still, even though she wasn't in his arms he did love the sight of her tussled hair and well-kissed lips.

"What?!" Emma's voice came sharply as she immediately shot up. Guilt and dread swam through her. "Okay I'll be right there."

She hung up, a weight in her chest forming as she shoved the phone back in her pocket. She knew tonight was a bad idea. Staying at Granny's, going with the Pirate. All of it.

"What's the distress, love?"

She was snapped back to reality as his hand appeared on her shoulder. A sigh escaped her, the spot he touched re-warming against the coldness that had washed over her at the news. "Henry fell down the stairs because of Elsa's ice. Chasing a thief. Who tried to steal from Regina." When it rained it pored…

"Say no more." He said, the tightness in his pants quickly subsiding as he dumped the remainder of the food in the fire and finished off the wine in his glass. "Let's get you to your lad."