Wow! Thanks for the reviews! Here's the next chapter! I wrote it on the iPad at lunch, so please let me know if autocorrect has a mind of its own again.

-KM-

Chapter 3

Hook gently worked the tension from Emma's neck and shoulders, feeling her gradually relax against his chest. His arms settled around her waist, carefully keeping the tip of the hook far away from her flesh. He brought his coat around to cover them both as his eyes drifted closed, lulled to sleep by the rocking of the waves and the scent of her hair.

An hour or so later, he awoke as the fog rolled in, knowing with the chill in the air and the oncoming storm that they couldn't remain on deck. "Swan." He whispered softly.

Getting no response, he cursed silently to himself and gathered her into his arms, always mindful of his hook, and carried her down to his quarters. He set her gently on the bed, covering her with his coat. He thought briefly about joining her; the bed was certainly big enough, but he considered her earlier suspicion of him and resigned himself to the hammock strung up in the corner meant for the cabin boy when there was one. His hook removed and resting on the table, he settled down into the hammock, falling into a restless slumber.

"Henry!" He woke with a start to Emma's cry to see her tossing on the bed. "Henry!" She sat up, wide eyed, looking around the room in a panic. "Where am I?"

He approached her cautiously. "In my quarters. We fell asleep on deck and there was a storm coming in. I thought it best to let you rest, as you said you hadn't been sleeping."

The clock tower struck two outside the window as she pushed the coat aside. "I should go." He sighed. "Swan, it's two in the morning. Just go back to sleep." He touched her arm and realized she had woken in a cold sweat from her nightmare. "I'll get you something to sleep in."

He turned to his wardrobe and handed her a clean black shirt, longer than most of his, figuring it would cover her almost to her knees if she didn't want to sleep in her jeans. He gestured with his chin to the door on the other side of the room. "Washroom is through there. I'm going to secure a few things on deck, as its starting to blow out there."

He headed out the door, waiting outside for a few minutes. He had already secured all that was required earlier, but thought he should give her some privacy to change. When he returned, she had actually changed into his shirt and had pulled his jacket back over her lap. "You can sleep in the bed, Princess, not just on it. Sheets are clean, I promise." He moved to the candle burning on the table near his hammock. "I'll be over here."

Seeing her climb under the quilt, he snuffed out the candle and turned toward the hammock when he heard her soft whisper in the darkness. "Killian?"

He crossed the room in two strides, his hand finding her arm in the darkness. "What is it, love?" Her hand curled around his. "I haven't slept, really slept, all week." She paused. "Except here."

He squeezed her hand. "Then go back to sleep, love. I'll be two steps away."

"No!" Her hand tightened on his. "I mean... Would you stay with me?"

He let out a slow breath. Emma had no idea what she was asking of him, to lie next to her, to hold her when he longed to do so much more. "As you wish." He heard himself say.

She shifted to pull back the blankets and he settled in next to her before he could talk himself out of it. She turned to the wall and he curled up around her, his arm around her waist, holding her close.

"Hook?" She asked softly.

"Still not my name, love."

"Sorry. I just..." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "I just wanted to thank you, for everything. Tonight's just been exactly what I needed, and you've been such a gentleman, and I'm sorry I didn't trust you earlier."

He chuckled to himself. "I don't give my word often, Princess, but when I do, well..." He considered his words. "A pirate may not have much honor, lass, but I'll keep the little I've got." He felt her relax against him and his mouth opened again before he thought better of it. "Oh, don't get me wrong, Princess, I've every intention of ravishing you. Just not tonight." His breath was not on her neck. "You see, my goals are more long term than just tonight, love." His hand trailed lightly over her collar bone, toying with the laces closing her shirt. "I do want your body, Princess. But first..." His fingertip dipped under her shirt, lightly caressing her breastbone. "I'll have your heart."