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Thanks for the follows and reviews! This chapter is a bit shorter, but the next one will be up soon. Happy Valentines Day 3

Emma was staring at him while he slept. It was odd, in this state he actually looked at peace, like his mind wasn't consumed with a need for revenge. His face was covered in scrapes and bruises, and damn him, it actually made him more attractive! He suddenly awoke with a gasp.

"Where's Cora?" She asked while he began tugging at the cuffs placed on his right wrist 'Nice try buddy'. Raising an eyebrow at her he began to speak.

"Again, you're really into this aren't you?" he tugged once more, "damn that hurts."

"I told you, cracked a few ribs," does he really have to make things so difficult, can't he just answer her damn question? She repeated herself "Where's Cora?"

"You look good I must say, all 'Where's Cora' in a commanding voice, chills." Emma was about to threaten him, when she heard a loud banging sound….

She startled out of her sleep, someone was knocking loudly at her door. Sitting up slowly and opening her eyes, Emma realized she wasn't in her apartment in New York. Panicking she tried to remember where she fell asleep. Then it all hit her again; she was in Captain Hook's bed on the Jolly Roger! "Swan, if you don't open the door soon I may be forced to break it down, and if you happen to be in a state of undress, you can hardly fault me."

"Dammit Hook, give me a minute will you." She began to quickly change out of the shirt and pants that Hook provided her to sleep in, and into her normal attire. "I'll be counting the seconds love," she heard him say through the door. Taking a deep breath and combing her hair with her fingers, Emma headed over to the door and opened it.

"What do you want?"

"Well isn't someone cheery this morning?" Hook smirked while giving her a once over. "I thought you would want to join me for breakfast, while we discuss our plan of action for rescuing your boy. However, if you are in no rush to get started, by all means go back to sleep."

"Right, well umm, lead the way." How is it he knew exactly what to say to her? While following him to the kitchen she began to think back to the dream she had last night. He had been in her dream, yet he wasn't in Neverland, he was in her world. She was asking him about someone named Cora? The odd thing about it was that it didn't feel like her normal dreams but like a memory. Great she was stuck on a ship with this guy, and now she had to worry about him invading her dream world too. She began staring at his back, wondering what it was about this man that screwed with her head.

"Enjoying the view darling?" Hook said with his back still turned. Drawing her from her thoughts, she was about to make a snarky remark when she realized that they were now standing above deck, and he was staring out at the ocean. Beside her she noticed he had set up a table and two chairs, with a nice breakfast splayed out over the table.

"Ya, it's nice," Is all Emma could think to say. She heard Hook chuckle as he turned to face her. "I thought we were going to just eat in the kitchen? What's with the set up?" Emma threw her arms in the direction of the table.

"Can a man not simply want to enjoy a nice meal with a beautiful woman?" He smiled as he began to pull out her chair.

Emma eyed him wearily and began to sit down in the chair he was holding for her. She waited for him to sit down before she spoke.

"Listen, I don't know what it is you are looking for but this…" she motioned between the two of them, "this is simply a business arrangement, nothing besides anything platonic is going to happen with us."

"Hmm, is that so?" Hook said mustering up all the bravado he could. He was desperately trying to cover up the affect she was having on him, but gods it was bloody difficult.

"Ya, I am grateful for everything you are doing for me. It's just…I don't really know you and I need to focus on getting back to Henry." He smirked however it didn't reach his eyes, and she noticed how he was trying not to look directly at her.

"Aye, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each others company. Eat up Swan," he said as he pointed down to the food in front of her. Hook had decided last night as he paced the deck that he would try and not mention their past together, out of fear of pushing her away. Nevertheless it was killing him. Back in Storybrooke he was finally getting Emma to trust him, and dammit he had earned that trust. Now he was back to square one with her.

"So what's the plan?" Emma said as she stuffed a piece of some peculiar meat in her mouth.

"Well, it's quite simple actually, first you just have to kiss me like you mean it."

TBC