"Emma, you need to calm down love." Hook placed his hand on Emma's shoulder and turned her body so she was facing him; Emma's eyes shot daggers.

"I won't calm down. This woman was in a recording that I took, on my camcorder...and I don't remember any of that happening. How do I know her?! I LIVED with her... why the hell don't I have any memories of it." She jumped up off the table in the sheriff's office staring at the TV screen, the Snow Queen's face still frozen there. Emma found herself staring into those eyes, ice blue eyes. They were mesmerizing, Hook once again pulled her around to face him.

"Emma, we'll figure it out." He gave her a slight smile and pointed his hook at the slightly fuzzy image. "All her secrets will be brought to life...all secrets are." He grimaced here, but did his best to hide it. But Emma noticed, she'd become good at reading him; walking towards him and placing her hands on his she gave them a slight squeeze.

"Are you okay?" She asked, she reached out and touched his face softly with her hand; a gesture which might have felt awkward before a few days ago now felt as natural as breathing. He reached up with his hand to cover hers and gave her a slow smile.

"I'm fine, love. It's you I'm worried about...after all you went through today. Can I help you?" He tilted his head and looked at her intently. Emma stared up at him, searching his eyes, trying to find the cause of the pain that she could etched into his face. But the glimmer of that she had seen had vanished. She shook her head her hand still on his face.

"No...not until we figure out what this Snow Queen wants. But I have a feeling that will come out soon enough."

"Aye, soon enough." He muttered sadly, and once again Emma got the sense that he wasn't talking about the Snow Queen but about something else entirely. She wanted to distract him, distract herself and she knew just how to do that. Emma grabbed his coat collar and kissed him. He responded instantly, his hand going to her face and his hook to her waist. He caressed the smooth skin of her jaw and when she pulled away he looked at her with surprise.

"Please, don't stop, love." He smirked, he pulled her body tighter to his and kissed her ear. Emma turned her head and met his lips, the kiss was soft and gentle but it grew in heat. Emma didn't want to stop, her heart was hammering pleasantly in her chest and she could feel Hook's pulse building steadily under her palm. The gentle explorations turned into biting and labored breathing and she had to pull away.

They were both breathing heavily, Emma's hands lingered on the collar of his jacket. She ran her fingers lightly over the leather and tried to calm herself. But she could feel his breath on her neck and still felt the pressure of his hand on her waist and the memory of his kiss burned her lips. She didn't want to be calm, as she looked up into his eyes he knew he was thinking the same thing. They had been patient, trying to wait until everything went just the way they wanted it to. But both of them seemed to have reached an understanding, it would never the "perfect" time, something could come along at any moment and shatter whatever glimmer they had at the right moment.

They had this moment, and there was no way in hell they were going to let it get away from them.

They didn't say anything. They lay beside each other in absolute silence, they didn't want to speak. What had happened between them had been a buildup of passion and emotions. It had been spur of the moment, but that didn't lessen the profound meaning it had. Here, despite everything that was going on around them, they had made the perfect time...literally...the perfect time.

Emma turned on her side and couldn't help but trace all the scars on his torso with her eyes. Remembering how each one had felt under her fingertips, she gave a quiet sigh. "Thank you." She whispered suddenly, she heard him chuckle and his arm came up and settled on her shoulder.

"Which thing is it you're thanking me for?" He asked, she could hear the smirk in his voice and resisted the urge to smack him.

"For just...being there for me." She started tracing the scars on his chest, her fingers delicately running over the wounds. "You're there when I need you..and you don't...you don't-" she struggled trying to find the right words.

"It's alright, lass. I get what you're trying to say." He kissed the top of her head and Emma snuggled deeper into his warmth.

"You're there for me and I can trust you, I haven't had a lot of people like that in my life."

"Me either, love." His fingers were tracing lazy circles on the skin of her bare arm.

She took a deep breath, and took the plunge. "Especially with that picture of Neal and I." the movements on her arm stopped and she felt him tense, she kept going. "You didn't, say anything against him. You seemed to understand that, deep down, there still is a place for him in my heart. You looked at that photo and you didn't look jealous or get upset that I still had it. You understood that it still held importance to me...and I just-" her voice was silenced by Hook claiming her lips with his.

"I understand, love. He was your first love...and you never forget that. I don't expect you to forget about him or think that you should feel, that because you and I...have something that you have to push him from your mind. So long as you know that...know that I love you and I know you feel something for me. That's all I need. Emma, I trust you...Neal is a part of you...he always will be and that will in no way change my feelings for you."

Emma lay there speechless, she couldn't see him in the dark but the emotion in his voice was tangible. It settled around her like a great heavy blanket it and it felt as though a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She rose up on her elbows and kissed him hard.

"You are amazing." She felt him smirk under her lips.

"I know." She slugged him hard in the shoulder and was contented by his grunt of pain. But truly...right now...despite everything that was going completely wrong. This. Felt. Right.