Authors note: Holy crap that last ep was amazing! Loved Ariel! Except I hated the part when Snow/MM confessed she wanted another baby. Idk if it's just me but I hate the idea of another Snowing baby. Anyone else feel the same? Ok there's my rant enjoy this ch!

Chapter 11: Afraid

Emma struggled into consciousness and instantly realized that that had been a severe mistake. Her head was pounding so fast she could feel her entire body pulse, seemingly as if there was some asshole banging a drum inside. The taste in her mouth was so awful, her stomach was violently revolting. The one thing that she was thankful for was that it was dark. And quiet. She had no idea, but suddenly the idea of light or noise was horribly unwelcome.

She couldn't figure out why her pillow was so hard, or why it felt like...skin? And then it occurred to her that her pillow had a heartbeat, and one that was fairly loud.

She was definitely not at home.

For a moment, panic seemed to cloud her thoughts. Whose bed was she in? Who was she with? More importantly, how had she allowed this to happen, allowed herself to lose control? She had vowed to never let this sort of thing happen again.

A startled cry escaped her lips as she realized her current situation. She was in Hook's bed. And not just in bed with him, but pressed up against his side, her leg in between his. Her left arm was flopped across his stomach, and to make matters worse, one of his arms was over her shoulders, effectively hugging her close.

She, Emma Swan, was cuddling. With Captain Hook, no less!

Or maybe trapped was more like it. There was no way out without waking him up, and she was not about to do that. About to listen to his constant stream of never ending innuendos. Just the thought of the sheer number of comments he'd surely have when he figured out their current situation was making her sick.

She had no idea how this had happened. What had they been doing? Suddenly, she became aware of the fact that she was shirtless, in nothing but a slightly tattered bra. And as she looked down at the torso she'd claimed as her pillow, she could see that Hook was shirtless as well.

Oh God. Emma sat up swiftly, almost immediately regretting that quick movement, as the room began spinning violently. No. No, no, no, no, no! They couldn't have…could they?

A loud groan was heard, and Emma looked down to see Hook stirring, his eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the dim light. She briefly thought about making a run for it before he could see her, starting to slowly slide off the bed, but then his eyes fully opened, and it was too late.

"Where do you think you're going, love?" He murmured lazily.

"What happened?" She demanded, and then winced at the pitch of her voice.

Hook slowly sat up and stretched. Emma couldn't help but admire his toned chest. She had this vague memory of running her hands up and down it, causing her to blush. She forced her eyes away, cheeks burning.

"Well, by the looks of it, we fell asleep." He answered.

"No shit, Sherlock." She snapped, managing to sound as angry as possible while keeping her voice down. "I mean what happened?" She gestured wildly between them and their current state of half undress.

"Isn't it obvious?" He raised an eyebrow. "You finally surrendered to your need for me. I've got to say, lass, you're not half bad."

"I can't believe you're joking about this!" Emma cried. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

"Me?" Hook gaped. "I'm not the one who nearly passed out on the floor. At least I was enough of a gentleman to put you to bed."

I did what?! Emma thought wildly. "Oh, so that's what you did, huh? Because I don't think getting into bed requires taking my shirt off!"

"I think you did that yourself, actually." He said, scratching his head. "Not quite sure."

"You're despicable." She hissed, retrieving her shirt from floor. "You were so desperate to get me in bed that you got me drunk with your crazy rum. I should've known this would happen. You probably had this planned all along."

"I may be a pirate, but I would never take advantage of a woman while she's intoxicated." Hook argued. "Wouldn't be any fun." He added, almost as an afterthought.

"Looks like you did!" She screeched, completely missing the fact that her jeans were still on. "You know what? I'm outta here."

"I think you're overreacting a bit there, love. Nothing happened."

"Yeah? Well I guess we'll never know, will we?!"

"Why are you so afraid?" He asked suddenly.

"What?" Emma laughed dryly. "Afraid?"

"Yes." He said. "Look. Nothing happened. We just kissed and you fell asleep. Nothing more. You know that. And yet you're acting like I've just murdered your family in cold blood."

She didn't answer, just glared angrily, arms crossed.

"Come on, darling." Hook said, crossing the room towards her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened at the contact. "Think of all that time we spent together. You know me. You can trust me."

"No." She shook her head, moving backwards until she was out of his reach. "No, I don't think I do. Because you're nothing more than a filthy pirate!"

And as she slammed the door, it occurred to her that it had felt…nice, waking up in his arms like that.

Author's note: Well, there you go. Emma's reaction. Pretty harsh, huh?