Spying
David tightened the straps on his leather holsters, enjoying the familiar feeling of it around his chest. He had become almost as fond of the holsters as he had with his sword belt. He still wore them even though he forgot to bring along the bullets for his guns when they left Storybrooke.
David rolled his neck around, sore from the hammocks they slept it. Damn pirate was probably sleeping on silk sheets and a feather mattress while the rest of the passengers had to get accustomed to the suspended nets. But David was not going to complain; he didn't want to look like a spoiled prince, and he had promised Emma and Snow that he wouldn't get into any more fights with Hook. They'd made a reluctant truce, but it didn't make David stop wanting to break the pirate's perfect nose.
David trudged up to the deck, stretching his sore muscles. As he made it above deck, he had his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of rolling his right shoulder. When he opened his eyes he saw two shapes by the helm of the ship, and a fire erupted in his stomach.
Hook had Emma pressed with her back to the railing of the ship, their bodies were flush, and they were kissing fiercely. David reached for his gun without thinking. The pirate was lucky he didn't have any bullets, or David would be sending his body to the depths of the ocean.
Instead, David edged behind the mast so that the two wouldn't see him. His hands found his hips automatically and he scowled, watching. Hook's good hand drifted lower over Emma's backside, and David swore he would cut off the pirate's other hand. He could still use the gun as a bludgeon. Finally, they pulled away from each other. Emma was smiling. Why was she smiling? David tried to sneak closer.
The two were muttering something that David couldn't hear. Hook brought his hand to cup Emma's cheek. She sighed and leaned into it, face relaxing of all tension. David froze, his stomach no longer filled with fire, but with worms. This wasn't just the pirate forcing Emma into a kiss, as he had assumed. She had wanted it. This was far more intimate than David liked. The look on Emma's face was surprisingly familiar, an expression he had seen on Snow's countless times.
David quietly made his way below deck again, deciding not to interrupt the two, though he'd very much like to act the belligerent father and break them apart and demand Emma to go to her room. But Emma was a grown woman, David had not right to say who she had romantic entanglements with. But really? Captain Hook? Of all the men in Storybrooke, Emma? David had to remind himself what happened to all the previous possible suitors Emma had, and realized maybe there weren't really all that many possibilities anymore.
Should he tell Snow about Emma and Hook? No, he decided. He would confront Emma first, let her decided when to tell her mother. David was torn, he wanted Emma to find her happy ending, but he would really rather not have Captain Hook as a son-in-law.