"Oh, Swan, that doesn't look to good." Hook muttered leaning to look at a dark purple bruise on Emma's temple, air hissed between his teeth as he surveyed the battle wound.
Emma took the ice-pack off of the tender spot and glared at him. "Funny you should say that since you're the one who gave me the shiner. It's those damn rings." she muttered under her breath.
"You're the one who wanted to fight, Swan." Hook countered, looking exasperated. Emma had come to him with the intent of having someone to spar with...however...Hook wasn't one to take it easy in a fight; even it was a girl -and he was in love with her-.
"I didn't expect you to move so fast." Emma answered honestly, she had expected that since he only had use of one hand that he would be sloppy in his motions. She was very mistaken, the large goose egg on her forehead proof of the fact.
"So, you asked me to fight you...because you thought I would lose?" Hook raised an eyebrow and widened his stance, clearly this new bit of information intrigued him.
"Maybe?" Emma murmured, Hook's eyebrows climbed higher on his forehead. "Okay, so I asked you because I thought I'd have an advantage." Emma rubbed a hand to her other temple, her head throbbing.
"Bad form, Swan." He shook his head at her, raising his hand he pushed the bangs off her forehead and touched the mottled purple bruise lightly with his thumb.
"Ow! Don't touch it!" Emma yelped, jumping away from Hook's hand and banging her back into the island in Mary Margaret's kitchen. "Damn, that hurt." Emma hissed, placing the hand not holding the ice pack to her back.
Hook winced as Emma's face contorted with pain. "Cheaters never prosper, Emma Swan." Hook teased, looking into her eyes. He was trying to distract her from the pain in her head and the new wound on her back. She shook her head a little and tried to fight a smile, she wasn't going to let him win.
"This is your fault." She retorted, rubbing the sore on her back and holding the ice-pack to her head.
Hook's eyebrows furrowed and he took a step closer to Emma, whose heart raced against her will. Emma tried to adjust her stance so Hook's body wasn't so close to hers but the pain in her back kept her from moving too far.
"I'm sorry, Swan," He breathed, looking down at her lips. "I didn't expect you to get hurt...but your injuries aren't entirely my fault." He took one more step forward so they almost touched and lowered his lips close to hers. Emma's pulse skyrocketed and a devilish smirk lit up his face, "Your racing pulse however is." Then he kissed her on the cheek before turning and leaving the room with large smirk on his handsome face. "See you later, Swan, let's see if you can beat me next time."