prompt: Jealous Emma seeing Hook going all innuendo with Regina
"And I suppose that you think, that just because you're captain of the Jolly Roger, you're captain over all of us," Regina spits, her eyes dark.
Hook rolls his eyes and licks his lips, and from her distance across the deck, Emma can't tell if he's just glanced her way or not. He eyes Regina carefully, smirking. "Love, I made no such claim. However, you can try to jolly my roger all you'd bloody like, I've—"
Emma didn't know her legs had even moved that fast, but before she knew it, she was at Hook's side, breathing more raggedly than she would've like to admit.
Both Hook and Regina swivel their heads to Emma, expectant expressions on their faces. "I, um," Emma says after a beat, "thought you might be talking about Henry."
Regina purses her lips disdainfully, flicking her gaze between Emma and the pirate. "We're done here," she declares, turning on her heel as dramatically as one can on a swaying pirate ship.
Hook pivots to face Emma, his arms crossed. He raises a lone eyebrow, lips twitching, and she knows exactly what he's implying. Before meeting him, she didn't even know people could communicate so thoroughly with only one eyebrow.
"Save it," she snaps.
"That was quite the footwork, Swan," Hook notes finally, teasing in his tone.
"Like I said, I thought you might be talking about Henry," Emma says. "Don't be so full of yourself, buddy, it wasn't anything more than that."
"Darling, I didn't say that, you did," Hook replies, almost in a sing-song voice now. "I was merely pointing out your…enthusiasm to join the conversation, but now that you've mentioned it…"
Emma huffs, putting her hands on her hips and rolling her eyes out to sea. "I think you didn't like me speaking to the Queen," Hook adds, his voice just above a whisper. Emma's eyes snap back to his, glaring wildly. "The offer stands for you in priority, of course. I didn't think that needed to be voiced, but I'd be more than happy to send you reminders of my gentlemanly intentions. You need only say the word, love."
"You're full of shit," Emma says, but the ghost of a smile pulls dangerously at her lips.
"Is that a yes?"
Emma swivels to make her leave. She gets a few paces before stopping, throwing her neck over her shoulder. Slowly, her eyes rise from the deck to his face, bashfully, which surprises both of them. Emma Swan doesn't do bashful.
"It's not a no," she says finally. She turns around before the smile blooming on her face can give too much away, leaving both of them to their thoughts.