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She looked up at him expectantly, mocking him. "Tick tock, my little pirate."
"Be quiet." His glare did little to stifle her teasing.
"I suppose that's it, then. You had your-"
He shoved her roughly, the back of her head smacking against the bricks. He pinned her wrists above her head, and pressed his lips to hers. "Do not mock me." He growled against her mouth.
"Then do something!"
He tried to resist it. He really did. But he was only human.
Killian descended on her ear, licking a scorching line from it to her collarbone. She moaned, her hands pulling at his.
He looked up and met her gaze. "No. You want something to break up your boredom? You want me? Fine. But it will be on my terms." He released her hands and stepped back.
"What does that mean?" She was angry at him for changing the dynamic. She wanted him to fear her, and it wasn't working.
"Jolly Roger. After dark." He turned and walked back to her parents without looking back. On the inside, however, he was torn to pieces. What had he done?
"Hook!" David called out to him as he rounded the corner. "Where were you? We're just about done here."
"Just looking around." He shrugged.
"Alright. Let's go back to the loft. I think we need to come up with a game plan."
The trio climbed into the squad car and made the fifteen minute drive in uncomfortable silence. They reached the loft, and Mary Margaret poured three cups of tea.
She pushed one toward Killian and he pulled his flask out, seasoning it to his liking. When he looked up to meet the Prince's disapproving gaze, he simply raised his eyebrow. "Care for a splash, mate?"
David shook his head, but Mary Margaret reached across the island and grabbed the container. She poured a generous amount into her cup and handed it back to him.
David began. "Alright. I think it's time to have a serious discussion about Emma. We can no longer ignore the fact that all of these incidents are linked to her. We need a plan."
"She's trying to establish herself in our minds as the Dark One." Killian said, scowling into his tea.
"How do you know this?" Mary Margaret asked quickly. "Have you talked to her?"
"No." He said, quietly. "We were close enough. I know how she thinks."
His brain screamed at him. Told him that lying was something the old Killian would do.
"If that's the case, the only thing to do is freeze her out." The prince said, taking his keys out of his pocket and tossing them on the counter.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean we stay away from her. We ignore her. She wants to rile us up and we aren't going to let her." He took a sip of his tea.
"David, I don't think it's come to that." His wife said, laying her hand on his.
"Do you have a better idea?" He frowned.
She was silent for a moment before admitting she didn't.
"We all need to be on the same page. We need to get the whole town behind us." He pulled his phone out and dialed a number, holding it to his ear.
"Leroy." He barked into the phone. "Want to help with that official police business? Spread the word through town that everyone needs to stay away from Emma. Don't speak to her, don't go near her. Thanks." He stabbed the "end call" button and set the phone on the counter.
The sky was dark as Killian approached his ship. The streets were empty by late afternoon for the most part now. Everyone was so terrified of being caught in one of Emma's explosions that they didn't go out after dark anymore.
He reached the docks and paused for a moment. As much as he missed her, he wasn't sure this was a good idea. He had every intention of only speaking with her. Telling her that she needed to stay away.
Problem was, screwed up as she was now, he didn't want to tell her that. It had been almost a month since their group had found themselves back in Storybrooke. No one had regained their memories. The only thing they knew is that whatever happened, it resulted in Emma having an intense, deep hatred for each and every one of them.
He sighed and climbed the ramp, boarding the Jolly. The deck lamps cast an orange glow across the boards and everything seemed much too still. The door to his quarters was open, but the room was dark.
"Emma?" He whispered, glancing over his shoulder. It would be just his luck that David would decide to pay a visit at that very moment.
He felt a set of sharp fingernails graze the back of his neck and jumped. She giggled and moved around to face him. The sound was unwelcome, full of malice.
"Inside, Swan. Now." He shoved her inside the cabin and yanked the door shut behind him. They stood face to face in the darkness, her hot breath on the side of his neck.
"I feel as if I should be insulted. It's almost like you don't want to be seen with me." Her voice was level, calm, but he could tell that there was a shred of self-consciousness in the statement. The old Emma.
"It's been a long day, that's all." He tried to keep his voice steady, trying his hardest to make things like they used to be.
"Don't lie to me, Pirate." He could see her sneer in the darkness.
"I'm not." He moved to the lamp in the corner of the room and lit it before looking back over at her. "Now, why don't you sit down and tell me what it is you want?"
"I'll stand." She said, her eyes moving about the cabin. "I believe I already made it clear that what I want is a little excitement."
He hummed his agreement. "Aye, you said that. But what do you mean by it?" He sank down onto the side of his bed, taking a sip from his flask.
"I mean that having an illicit affair with someone who is supposed to be 'freezing me out' sounds like just the thing."
Killian went pale. "How do you know that?"
She grinned. "You think I'd terrorize a town without making sure I could listen to everything?" The Dark One shook her head and laughed. "I've got enchanted objects all over town. Granny's, the loft, the station…" Her voice trailed off as she sauntered across the cabin and picked up a pen off the desk in the corner. "And the funny thing about enchanted objects is that it can be anything. A book, a lamp, a pen."
He could hear his heart pounding, but kept his cool. "I see."
"Oh, the things you hear." She set the pen back in it's spot. "Granny yelling at Ruby for being out all night, Regina and Robin discussing their 'woe is me' relationship, Mary Margaret fussing at David for not changing Neal. All wonderfully normal things. And then you hear the juicy bits, during the rather lonely times." Her voice changed, becoming husky and desperate. "Oh, Emma. Emma, yes. Yes!"
The pirate's blood boiled. "Out!" He roared, rising and pointing to the door.
"Oh, I don't think so." She said, gingerly sitting where Killian had just been. "I came here to discuss your terms. And we are going to. But don't think for a moment, Pirate, that I have to agree. I can make you do anything I want. I'm just a bit curious."
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