Author's note: After last night's ep I feel SO bad for Hook. And mad at Emma for being so mean towards him. Ugh. Who's excited for the finale? The promo looks AMAZING.

Chapter 36: Kiss and Make Up

"Henry, when I get out of here you're so grounded!" Emma called angrily as her fist banged repeatedly on the unyielding door. "Do you hear me, kid? No video games, no pizza, no TV for a month."

"Oh for the love of all that is high and mighty. Would you please stop that?" Hook said wearily. "It's giving me a headache."

Emma looked up from the door, where she'd been banging on it for the last fifteen minutes. "At least I'm doing something. That's more than you can say."

He merely shrugged, raising the flask to his lips and taking a long swig, his eyes silently taunting her, never leaving hers. "The door's pretty tough, love. Might as well sit back and enjoy ourselves."

"You're despicable!" She hissed, marching over to him. In one fluid motion, she'd whisked the flask out of his hand and threw it across the tiny store room, where it banged, once, twice, the rum pooling in a puddle on the floor. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Just sitting there drinking like this is no big deal!"

"Well what else am I supposed to do?" He countered.

"You could help me."

"Why? I have nothing better to do. Not after…" He trailed off, and Emma knew what he was hinting at. That his days were empty after their breakup.

"You heard the lad. We're stuck in here until we, as he so eloquently put it, kiss and make up. How bout it?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Since you want to leave so badly?"

She blinked. "If you think I'm gonna kiss you, you're out of your mind." She said angrily. "After what you did, you're lucky I don't arrest your sorry ass."

"You know you want to."

"Arrest you? Oh yes. You have no idea. But kiss you? No freaking way." She crossed her arms. "I feel nothing for you. Nothing!" She said sharply.

"It sure didn't seem that way yesterday." He commented.

"Well, I changed my mind." Emma snapped stubbornly. "I feel nothing anymore."

"Like I've said many times before, you're something of an open book. You're lying. You're just afraid that you can't handle it."

"Oh, I can handle it." Emma challenged automatically; she couldn't help it, she was naturally competitive. "If anything it's you who can't handle it."

"Really?" He placed a finger on his lip and cocked his head.

Don't do it, Emma. Don't do it. She urged herself. Remember what he did. He was working for Cora. But at that moment, she couldn't remember exactly why she'd been so angry. Don't give in to that sexy eyebrow raise. Oh God. Did I just think that?! Look away! NOW! But her eyes refused to listen, as they remained glued to his.

But her temptation got the better of her. "Really." Without hesitation, her lips crashed into his. Hook was initially taken aback, but responded eagerly, wrapping an arm around her, his hand cradling her head as she straddled his lap. Their heavy winter layers were quickly shed, Emma's coat meeting Hook's on the tiled floor.

This felt so good, so natural. His tongue roaming her mouth, her hands traveling under his shirt (she vaguely recognized that it was one she'd picked out), exploring his toned chest as she was somehow maneuvered so that her back was pressed to the wall, every inch of her body touching his. Everything seemed to fade away. The fact that they could be caught at any second just seemed to make this more exciting.

God. She'd really missed him.

But then it occurred to her what she was doing. Kissing the bastard who'd put her son in danger. "No." She muttered, turning her head aside so that his lips caught the air next to her. "Stop."

"Come on, love." Hook murmured, attempting to get back to what they were doing. "You know you want to…"

"I said stop." Emma said more firmly, pushing him away with both hands.

Hook sighed and backed up. "What's wrong?" He said wearily.

"What's wrong is this!" Emma hissed, suddenly angry. Angry and appalled at her own loss of control. She looked down at her shirt, which was twisted up in all directions, and she quickly yanked it back down, smoothing it out. "God. The first moment you get you immediately jump me."

"Hey, you started it." He said lazily. "I merely reciprocated the desires of a lovely woman."

He was right, of course, which only made Emma angrier. She had to get out of there. Retrieving her coat from the floor, she stomped to the door, slamming her body against it once, twice, three times, until it finally flew open.

"Impressive. Who knew anger would serve to open a door?" He remarked.

Emma ignored him, stalking out past a surprised Henry, who was sitting on the floor by the door, his storybook in hand.

"Hey! Mom!" Henry called, but Emma ignored her son. Seconds later, the slam of the store's door echoed through the empty building.

"What happened?" Henry asked as Hook exited the room.

"Nothing you need to know, lad." Hook replied heavily.

"Did you kiss?" He asked eagerly.

"You could say that, yeah." Hook responded. No way was he going into any detail.

"Then why is she still mad?"

Hook shrugged. "Women." But of course, that was far from the truth.

Later that night, Hook lay on his bed once more, feeling the gentle rocking of the ship. There was a strange feeling inside. Sadness? Not exactly. More like conflicted.

He'd vowed to let her go, for it was the right thing to do. But was it? Ok, so he didn't have to taunt her like that. But the way she'd initiated it, so quickly tempted in by a simple eyebrow raise proved that, at least for a little while, she'd wanted it too. He'd felt it earlier that day. She missed him as much as he missed her. She clearly didn't feel nothing.

Today had only brought home the fact that he couldn't live without her. There was no way he was giving up on Emma. He would win her back or die trying.

And he knew just the person to call for help.

Author's note: Who Hook is calling is fairly obvious, I think. But will their plan succeed?