CHAPTER NINETEEN
The vomiting was new, Emma wiped the back of her mouth with her hand, staring at her reflection in the mirror and trying to ignore the nagging part of her that told her it had nothing to do with a bad burrito at Granny's.
Emma opened the thin wooden door and came face to face with Hook, he stood arms crossed.
"Everything alright Love?" he questioned, but Emma saw the flash in his eyes and the curve of his lips, which caused her to feel a sweep of anger at his clear elation.
"Try not to look so god damn pleased." Emma snapped shoving past him.
Hook snorted. "The woman I love may be with child... forgive me for being justifiably jubilant."
"The woman you love is still royally pissed with you." Emma snapped, trying to ignore the way his words affected her, the way he was looking at her. It was far too tender for the Pirate Captain, particularly when she was still making him sleep on the hard wooden floor.
Hook approached her slowly, letting her hear him as he slipped his arm around her waist, pressing his hand against her still flat stomach and drawing her back into his chest. "Are you really going to tell me that the thought of carrying another child, my child, doesn't fill you with at least some measure of joy?" The thought of it terrified her. It was wrong place, wrong time, wrong guy all over again. At least that's what she tried to convince herself as he swayed them gently to music only he could hear, his lips pressing softly against her cheek. Willing her to give them this. But it wasn't that simple, she was far too screwed up for it to be.
Emma rolled her eyes, slipping out of his grasp. "Don't get ahead of yourself Captain." Emma bit out, she hadn't resolved herself to call him Killian again. "It was probably just a bad burrito." Denial was easier.
"That would make it a bad burrito three days in a row now." Hook quirked an eyebrow at her, the smirk dancing on the corners of his lips.
"I can't be pregnant." Emma muttered and Hook's eyes grew darker, she knew she was hurting him, but right now she was still too angry with him to care enough to stop. "Now isn't a good time, and you..." she pointed at him, "Are most definitely not fatherhood material."
"And Neal was?" Hook snarled, pissed now that she'd prodded the sore spot.
Emma sighed, despite her actions, she really didn't want to get into it right now, she had too much on her plate, not to mention that she really didn't think she was motherhood material either, as all the shit with Henry had already proven.
But it seemed Hook was more than happy to take her to task, his hands went around her biceps, pushing her back with enough force to surprise her as she sucked in a stunned breath. "What the hell!" she snarled, shoving at him, but he wasn't relenting.
"What's wrong?" He snarled, "Afraid I'll hurt the bad burrito?"
Emma felt her teeth draw back, this was the side of him she loathed. The side of him that had earned him his moniker and his Captaincy. "Are you threatened by a Little Lost Boy Hook." She smirked, "Is that it?" she leant into his face, inches from his lips which were contorted in a sneer. "What do you think is going to happen, that I'll stand in front of Neal, our son at my side and throw myself at him, demand that we become one big happy family!" Her derision seemed to make him blink; clearly it had been exactly what he was imagining.
Emma grasped his shirt, dragging him in close, "Let me make it clear to you," she bit out, "That bastard abandoned me, sent me to prison and shattered whatever part of my heart was learning to trust again." She felt anger giving her strength against the pendant as she spun them, slamming him up against the wall instead. "I am going to need every shred of self control I apparently don't have, to stop myself from blasting him to pieces with my new found magic right in front of his son and father."
Hook's hand went around her throat, squeezing tightly; he never did like to be cornered, as his black eyes drilled a hole into her. His control was slipping, the thought of losing her, of losing everything he'd worked for, everything that they'd built was clearly affecting him in a less than pleasant way. "Would you like me to kill him Emma, slide my blade along his spine and carve out his heart for you?"
Emma stilled, feeling his fingers loosen their grip fractionally around her throat as he brushed his fingers lightly over the bruises she knew he'd have created. "Kill the Dark One's son?" Emma hissed, "Don't be such a fool." She didn't mention the 'don't tempt me' that was screaming inside of her.
Hook smirked. "That wasn't an outright 'no' Love." He reversed their positions again, so that she was pressed back against the wall, all traces of her earlier nausea and fatigue melting away as adrenalin flooded her and his knee slid between her thighs, trapping her and arousing her all at once. "It would be an elegant way to make him suffer Love, both of them. Rumple would be within touching distance of the very thing he's fought so hard to reach, only to see it torn from him. And Neal, he'd get one fleeting moment to see what he'd lost, to see what a wondrous opportunity he let pass him by because he was every inch the coward his father was, before it was ripped from him to." His body crushed against hers and he pressed his lips savagely against her neck, his teeth digging in.
"And Henry would be devastated." Emma tried not to let him hear the hitch in her breath as his hand grasped her ass, lifting her as his other, more dangerous hooked hand drew her leg up until she'd hitched it around his hip for fear of him slicing her flesh. "And you." She leant in, grasping his chin with her hand and running her finger along his bottom lip. "You'd be dead... your beating heart ripped from your chest and crushed to dust in Rumple's hand."
"Worth it, for the look on his face Love." Hook sneered, grinding his hips against her parted legs and making her moan almost wantonly, this had always been what the two of them did best, bickering at blade point and fighting their basest desires for one another. She might have been screwed up but even she knew it probably wasn't healthy.
"And where does that leave me?" Emma leant forward, taking his lower lip in her mouth and biting it until she'd drawn blood, sucking it into her mouth and trying not to think too hard on why exactly she enjoyed it when he asserted himself like the Pirate that he was. "Where does it leave the 'bad burrito'?" she added, quirking an eyebrow at him and finding it far too strange to be having this conversation with him, particularly given as she was still furious with him for his little scheme.
"The bastard gets to live." Emma ordered as she slid her arms around his neck, tugging on his hair in a way she knew he found hard to resist. "You get to help me keep my head and keep your heart in your chest. Life goes on. I know Neal he'll want nothing to do with Gold, or his son, he'll split."
Hook had slid his hand up her spine, drawing her shirt up as his tongue traced down the hollow of her throat. "He won't split Love." He rasped, sucking hard and making her buck sharply at the sensation. "Not when he see's you... what man in their right mind would give up the opportunity your delicious flesh presents." Emma had only a moment to enjoy the wanton rasp of his voice before he slid his hand down her pants and his fingers pushed violently into her centre making her arch and her legs tighten reflexively around his hips as he held her aloft.
"Don't tell me the great Captain Hook is having a crisis of confidence." Emma kissed him hard, his tongue slipping into her mouth and reminding her just how good he was with it. "You think you can't keep a woman?" she taunted and he gave a particularly deep thrust with his fingers that left her momentarily speechless, clearly proving his point. And god help her, but she wanted to keep him, keep this life whatever the hell it was they were trying to build together, if she could just get all this magic shit under control.
"Oh I'm not worried Love." Hook smirked, brushing his thumb over a particularly sensitive area that rolled her eyes back in her head. Without warning he withdrew his hand and dropped her legs, her jeans were down and kicked off in seconds as he shrugged off his own leather ones, lifting her and slamming himself home in one movement that stole her breath leaving her able to do little else but moan against his lips.
"A promise then Emma Love." He insisted, moving in hard sharp thrusts that gave her little chance to regain the breath he'd stole.
"All ears." She panted, clutching his shoulders through the thin material of his shirt to draw blood with her nails.
"The 'bad burrito' and I get a chance." He grasped her throat again, just the hint of a warning in the tightening of his fingers as he locked their gazes, but the intensity of it as always swallowed her whole and she found herself nodding as she let her head fall back against the wood behind her, giving in to the sensations that he was so very good at drawing out of her.
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"This is ridiculous." Gold snapped.
Emma snorted. "My car, my rules."
"The deal Miss Swan, was that you and Henry..." Gold began and Emma cut him off by swerving the car violently and causing his head to bounce off the glass with a satisfying thunk, accompanied by a squeal from Henry, a tut from Regina and a chuckle from Hook.
"Deals been adjusted." Emma snapped, losing patience with him as he rubbed the sore spot on his head, giving her a look that promised she'd pay for that.
Gold turned to give the backseat of the car a cursory once over, looking clearly disgruntled at the sight of Henry squeezed between Regina and Hook in the back of Emma's yellow bug. "So I see." He snarled. "Any other surprises I should be aware of?"
Emma gave him a sideways look. "I ate a bad burrito." He frowned and Emma smiled thinly at him. "If I feel the need to pull over, I'd give me a few minutes if I were you."
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The airport was a nightmare. Emma and Henry both stared at Regina, Hook and Gold and for a moment she was certain she and the kid were thinking the exact same thing. 'I'm not with them.'
"It's a body scanner." Henry sighed as he and Emma quietly and calmly removed their belts, shoes, jackets and popped their bags in the tray, waiting for the others to do the same.
"I fail to see what might be lethal about leather soles." Hook muttered as he slipped off the shoes she'd forced him to wear as part of a normal 20th Century guys outfit, of course she'd pretty much had to stick to black, black jeans, black shirt, he'd point blank refused to remove the leather jacket, but at least he was passing. Although the fuss he'd made when she'd removed his hook and stashed it in the hold baggage had been unpleasant. But she did understand it, she slid her hand along his stump which he kept hidden beneath the long sleeve of the black shirt, he suppressed a shudder meeting her gaze, it had taken him a long time to trust her enough to even see the damn thing without the hook, touching it still brought a shiver to him.
"You'll get it back when we land." She promised him and he nodded, running an inappropriate remaining hand to her ass.
Regina seemed to be dealing with the situation with far more grace, slipping her business suit jacket off and placing her handbag into the tray beside Henry's knapsack and leading him by the shoulder through in front of her. Apparently despite the fact that Regina technically hadn't been cursed she'd never felt the need or perhaps the guts to leave the safety of her curse controlled little town.
Gold was another matter entirely.
"Sir can you remove your scarf please." The airport security guard instructed the older man, who gave him an incredulous look as he gripped onto the enchanted object he'd used to allow him to pass through the town's barrier... Bae's shirt back from the Enchanted Forest.
Gold shared a look that Emma was certain was panic as the guards became insistent and he grew flustered. Emma grasped his arm, the spark of magic ignited inside of her and she sucked in a breath, wondering if everyone could see the blazing light that seemed to burn inside of her as it reached for Gold's. Emma fought to control it, stripping the scarf off his neck as he gripped her wrist too tightly, his eyes questioning. But her magic wasn't strong enough like this, here, with the pendant draining her.
"Don't let go." She bit out, pushing him in front of her as she tossed his scarf into the tray, followed by her pendent and sent them both through the machine. Apparently her magic worked just fine in the real world... Gold's clearly didn't as he'd demonstrated when he'd tried to take the wheel from her in the car earlier.
"Ma'am." The guard put his hand out to stop her.
"Sorry my father has an old war wound, and his cane is in the scanner, do you mind." She gave her most winningly innocent smile as she kept a tight grip on Gold's bicep, easing him through the metal detector in front of her and following him through as he almost stumbled, keeping her hand in contact with his shoulder. He looked a little shaky as Emma struggled to keep the magic connecting the two of them without hers reaching out and swallowing his whole.
The wait for the tray to materialise was agonising and his eyes were starting to roll back into his head as Emma reached for his tray, pulling the scarf out and draping it over his shoulders quickly as he straightened his back, returning to himself as she released her hold on him. Breathing a sigh of relief as her magic receded, coiling up inside of her like a spring waiting to burst free as she hastily dropped the pendant back around her own neck.
Gold gave her a startled look. "Thank you." He managed and she heard the genuine shake in it, perhaps he was a human being after all.
Hook's hand went down on her shoulder. "Everything ok here Love." He whispered, staring between their two locked gazes with avid curiosity.
"My father-in-law and I were just coming to an arrangement." Emma nodded at Gold, before stepping around him to retrieve her own items, watching as Henry began dragging Regina towards what looked like a Cinnabon's stand with clear delight.
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Emma suppressed a smirk, Hook was to her right, Gold to her left and both of them were trying to pretend that being in a flying metal death trap as Hook called it, wasn't scaring them both shitless. Regina turned around from the seat in front beside Henry and gave them both a cursory smug look, sharing a smirk with Emma.
"This is fun, isn't it?" Emma declared, "I do love a family holiday." both Hook and Gold gave her an incredulous look and both simultaneously grasped their armrests as the plane hit turbulence, trying not to turn as green as she imagined they both felt.
"Peachy." Gold bit out his eyes fixed ahead on the seat in front of him.
Hook gripped her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. "If it's all the same to you Love, I'd rather stick to pixy dust."