Emma glanced trough the opened door, just of curiosity, how did the pirate actually live, but then the coldness, her body was feeling forced her to look for the black box with clothes. She pulled the heavy wooden chest out of the wardrobe and opened it, gasping in amazement. It was full with silk, and velvet, and other very expensive material clothing.
Emma quiet quickly picked out dress for herself, it was dark blood red, with few silk and gold details, it was very heavy, but it still was better than the wet clothes she had on. Emma dropped the dress on, obviously, Hook's bed and started to take her own clothes off and drop them in pile on floor. She stopped at underwear, but then decided it had to go too, she couldn't risk with getting sick now.
"oh..." she head a gasp behind herself and then a quick door slamming. And a much more quieter "Sorry" coming from Hook's mouth, once he was on the other side of door.
it all had happened too fast for Emma to even properly react on it. She blushed and quickly as could got dressed, collecting the wet clothes and opening the door, looking directly in his blue eyes " you're forgiven"
"I get trough this without a punch?" he asked, latter regretting his idea to test his luck.
Emma gave him one of her very nasty glares " shouldn't you be putting on dry clothes as well?"
Hook moved past her without another word, and closed the door in her face.
Emma sighed and found a spot on deck, where she'd put out her wet clothes, hopefully, by morning they would be dry, she sure as hell couldn't head home dressed like this. Emma spotted Hook's flask on the deck and picked it up, sitting down on steps that led to the helm of ship. Emma didn't knew how long she'd sat there, but the cold air made her eyes very heavy till she shut them, falling asleep.

Next morning Emma swan opened her eyes slowly feeling cold, and stiff. She moved a little, soon remembering everything that had happened last night, but one thing was confusing her, how had she ended up inside, and in bed.
"Morning Swan" she heard Hook's voice from somewhere in the room. Emma turned her head to find him sitting behind large wooden desk, and writing something down with shinny black quill in his hand.
"ughhh how did I end up here?" She asked groaning and slowly sitting up.
"I carried you inside, after I found you passed out on the stairs, last night" he said not even lifting his eyes up.
Emma bite her lip watching how, unusually human like he was, no nasty comments, no smirks, calm, relaxed face.
"I'm no painting love, you can stop staring at me" he said still writing down something.
"sorry, I was trying think of way how to say – Thank you, about everything, but I'm guessing you don't want to be thanked."
Hook looked at her " your kid and father made some pancakes" he smiled a bit " and just to drop your worries, I slept in the crews chamber not here"
Emma, opened her mouth to say something more, but then just closed it, getting up to leave the room, but stopping on her way to door. Something wasn't right, maybe it was just the fact how calm everything was or the fact that Hook, wasn't wearing his usual black shirt, and leather coat. Emma wasn't sure what it was, but she was sure it wasn't anything bad at all. Emma walked over to Hook, and leaned over his back to see what he was writing, but instead she ended up looking down at the paper in front of her with wide pen mouth.
" you have very beautiful handwriting" she said watching how he kept perfectly calligraphically write things down.
"thank you Miss. Swan" he said and put the quill down "feel free to read if you wish"
Emma bite her lip, looking at the letters, but she couldn't understand a single word in there " what language is that?"
"Latin, love" He said not moving from his post enjoying the moment, knowing it was one time thing just like everything else they did, expect for fighting maybe.
"didn't knew you could, you know, write and read Latin"
"Had to learn it" he said rather sadly.
Emma took a step back, realizing how close they were "I'm sorry…"
"Don't be, Emma, just because I say it sadly doesn't mean it was sad thing to do, besides it's very good way how to keep things secret" he said and got up, closing the leather journal he had been writing in.
Emma walked over to him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "thank you"
"you're always welcome, now if you'd excuse me, I have to go and practice sword fighting with your lad" he said grabbing two wooden swords on his way out.
Emma smiled a bit to herself, noticing how small pinkness crept on captains cheeks, after the kiss, she knew what she was doing to him, but somehow playing with him, wasn't as fun as she'd expected it to be.

Once Emma had walked up on the deck, she noticed Hook, laying on ground with Henry pointing the toy sword at his throat.
"good job Lad, but you won me over because of your sly little trick"
Henry laughed with him " and you still bought it"
"guilty" Hook said and got up with the help of David.
"what did he do?" Emma asked heading over to the same spot where she'd sat last night.
"Told him, you were coming up the stairs looking very angry" Henry laughed.
"I have to admit, I've never seen Jones so scared" David nodded in agreement.
Hook just rolled his eyes " are you just one charming family"
Everyone shared a good laugh, as Hook and Henry continued their fight.
David sat down next to Emma " he's letting him to win"
"who's letting who?" Emma asked
"Hook is letting Henry to win"
"he wouldn't dare to fight with Henry for real"
" what makes you say that?"
Hook turned his head to them" you both do know I can hear everything"
Henry and managed to un-arm his opponent. "I won again"
Emma smiled and clapped for her son, wo ran to her hugging her " your turn to fight mom, I want to hear if it's true you fought our pirate more than once and all those times you've won"
Emma shook her head " sorry, Henry, I think I'll pass, since I don't quiet have my own clothes back."
Hook just smirked a little " what about you Charming?"
David shook his head " I'm too old for that"
" you're saying that to 300 year old" Henry added, wishing to see some real fight.
David sighed and got up Grabbing the sword from Hook " c'mon ouh so young grandson of mine" he challenged Henry for a fight.
Hook sat down next to Emma keeping his eyes on Charming and Henry. " he has your blood you know, passionate, and dangerous"
"I'm guessing you mean it as a good thing?!"
"Well it keeps getting you in trouble, but, hell you know how to fight your own troubles" Hook admitted, turning his head to see her.|