Hope everyone had a great New Years! Back to school on Mon ugh.

Chapter 19: Utterly Terrible

Just as she was beginning to feel dizzy, he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as they both took in what just happened.

"Told you I was skilled." He breathed. "But you're not so bad yourself."

Emma laughed lightly. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Having finished, they packed everything up and set off, her hand encased in his larger one, the picnic basket swinging from his hook. She'd offered to carry it, but he'd insisted. Normally not one to allow someone to do things for her, she'd surprisingly let him, for it had been so long since someone had been so, well…nice.

Emma began blabbering on about something called a movie, and how he was in it, but he was far too distracted to listen. His mind wandered back to several minutes ago. Right as she told him that she loved him, he'd frozen up. Not because he was surprised or anything (in fact, he'd known for a long time that that was coming, for one could only resist his charms for so long).

But because right as the words left her mouth, Cora had appeared, not twenty feet from where they sat. She had only been visible to him, no doubt due to her magic. Her snake like eyes had bore into his, and she'd hissed bring him to me over and over until that was all Hook could see or hear. The voice of the evil witch who was ruining everything.

"…waxed mustache and perm." Emma was saying. "Completely ridiculous."

"Mmm…" He responded absently, having no idea of what she was saying.

She turned towards him, frowning. "Are you even listening?"

"Of course I am." Hook said automatically.

"Then why aren't you offended?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I be offended?"

"Because I just spent fifteen minutes talking about how you're portrayed in the media and it's the exact opposite of the truth!" She stomped her foot. "You weren't listening, or else you would've started to complain long ago."

"I…sorry." Hook apologized. "Just a little distracted today."

"Why?"

"Because I'm here with the most beautiful woman." He fudged, raising a suggestive eyebrow, hoping she'd take the hint and change the subject.

Much to his relief, she did. "You're quite the charmer."

Hook shrugged. "That I am." He slung an arm around her shoulder. "Now what do you say we get out of here so you can show me whatever you were talking about."

They were snuggled on the couch at her apartment, staring at what appeared to be a series of moving pictures on a flat box. A movie, she'd called it. A movie about him, actually.

"A movie about me?" He had wrinkled his nose at the DVD cover. "Peter Pan?" He couldn't suppress the involuntary shudder.

"Yep." Emma had replied, popping in the disc. "Luckily Henry has a copy." She flopped down on the couch next to him. "I can't wait to see your reaction."

"I bet it doesn't do me justice."

She snorted. "Oh, trust me. It doesn't. God, I can't wait to see your face." Emma smirked. "You're not gonna like this."

"Emma, I've dealt with the most horrible creatures in all the realms. I do believe I can handle this, how do you say, movie."

"Whatever you say."

No sooner than half an hour later, the first complaint was heard. A rather loud yet amusing one too, in Emma's opinion.

"BLOODY HELL!" Hook shouted at the TV. "Is that…is that really me?"

"Yep!" Emma's body shook with barely suppressed laughter as she stared at the look of ire on his face. "That's you!"

"You have got to be kidding!" Horror crossed his face as he watched his Disney counterpart strut about on the small screen. "That's not me."

"According to the media it is."

"Look at that monstrosity on his head! That hair!"

"Also known as a perm." She laughed hysterically.

"I-I look nothing like that!" Hook protested.

"I know that, and you know that, but that's not what everyone else thinks."

"Turn this off." He ordered. "I cannot stand to see this any longer."

"No way! This is too much fun." Emma held the remote up high over her head, although there really wasn't any point, since Hook didn't even know how to use it.

"Oh, so I see you're enjoying my horror. Well that's good to know." He quipped sarcastically, turning back to the movie.

But Emma could tell he wasn't really mad, due to the amused glint in his eye. She knew that he was glad that she was happy.

"CODFISH?!" Hook screeched loudly. "I take offense at that! I'll have you know, lass, I've been called many things, but never a codfish. What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Not sure."

"Who made this monstrosity? I will rip him limb from limb."

She snorted. "Good luck with that. I'm pretty sure he's dead by now."

"Well, for his sake I hope it was a painful death."

They watched the rest of the movie in relative silence, Hook gaping and yelling at the TV whenever his Disney counterpart did or said something utterly ridiculous ("Afraid of the crocodile? Me? Never!").

"So I take it that you were surprised when we first met." He said once the movie was over.

"Pretty surprised, yeah." Emma laughed at the memory of herself gaping at the charismatic pirate, completely taken aback by the fact that he was the Captain Hook. It had taken her quite a while to wrap her mind around it.

"That was just awful! Utterly terrible." He complained.

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a baby. You've gotta admit that was pretty funny."

"Nope." He fake pouted, much like a baby. "That was a complete waste of time."

She rolled her eyes. "So whiny."

"You're gonna have to make it up to me somehow." He said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh yeah? How?"

"I have a few ideas." He said, pulling her in close so that she was sitting on his lap, crushing his lips against hers. Unlike before, it was desperate and urgent. Like he was trying to make up for lost time or something. They slowly made their way across the room, falling back against the bed.

The last that Emma thought before her senses took over her mind was that boy, was she grateful that she'd ordered a double bed for his apartment.

Author's note: Hahahaha I couldn't resist. Hook watching himself on TV.