Hook discovers... The Bathroom

Cleanse away your daily haze... away in the shower

"Emma." He called forcefully.

She sighed, pulling a towel from the cupboard and drawing herself to the door of the bathroom. "Are you wearing anything?" She replied.

She was positive he was grinning, "yes, yes. But if you want them off I can gladly oblige."

Emma rolled her eyes and opened the door slightly. He looked rather odd, in a bathroom. For a quick moment she was glad Henry was at school at this minute because if he were here it would be a rather odd sight.

He stood, in his boxers, looking at the sink and the shower and the toilet all at once. There were looks of confusion towards the soaps and conditioners and oh, the lotion. Her brow knitted together, like whenever she was trying to explain something to Hook, and she felt this would become a daily routine. "Okay Captain." She began, handing him the towel. "You wrap this around your waist and when you're positive I can't see anything you let the other garment drop." She tried her hardest to conceal her blush, but it wasn't working very well. Just being here with Hook, oh it was very overwhelming. Probably the pheromones.

He used his trademark smirk, followed by a grin. Really, she didn't have time for these things. "Alright Swan." And he took the towel around his waist. She had to bit her bottom lip to stop her from grinning and had to focus on nothing to keep her eyes from lighting up. She really resented him for what he could do.

Once the deed was done she pointed towards the shower. "Step inside, remove the towel and close the curtain." Her backside was planted on the toilet; she'd have to walk him through every step.

But instead he raised his eyebrow; "I thought you didn't want to see my bounty lass, why change your mind now?" But you could tell by the way his eyes light up that he was enjoying this, taunting her and making her think back on what she had just said. He was so infuriating...

"I don't," she said to sharply. "Get in their, close the curtain, take off the towel and hang it up."

The lightness faded from his eyes as he shrugged, "you can't keep me away forever, you know that lass." But he did as he was told, dispatching the towel on its hook when he was done with it. "Now what Emma?" He asked, appalled at the inner workings of this shower.

"You turn the handle on the wall to the left." She explained, head in her hands. Her phone was smugly around her pocket and she waited for a call, saying that something - anything - happened in the little town. But yet again, work didn't appeal when she could listen to Hook's amazement at running hot water. Or the sound of him getting burned by it, either way it worked.

As if on cue there was the startled scream from Hook as the water pelted along his upper back. "Hot! Hot! Hot! Emma help me!"

She couldn't help but to chuckle in his pain, revenge is best served... boiling. "Turn it to the right until the temperature is... ah, comfortable."

There was silence from him as he attempted to turn it without burning himself. Then, moments later a sigh of relief. "Trying to kill me Swan, aren't you?" He accused.

She laughed some more, "no. Just seriously maim."

There was equal laughter from him, "this witchcraft is amazing! On the ship we had to bathe in cold buckets, I think the ship could use an upgrade. Now what?"

"That royal blue bottle, you open it, squeeze some out, and put it on your hair. Move it around, lather your head. And when you're done, you rinse it out under the funnel of water. Got it?"

There were muffled noises from the shower as she listened intently. She heard him put the gel in his hands, after much disgusted muttering, and put it in his hair. She was so tempted to see his white-fuzzed hair but held herself back. "What is the meaning of this... gel?"

"To clean your hair and make it soft." She explained.

"It sounds pathetic." He expressed.

"Girls like soft hair Hook," Emma encouraged.

There was a thinking snort coming from Hook before he made his way into the tunnel of water again.

She realized, to late, that she forgot to tell him to close his eyes. "Emma you are trying to kill me! Or say blind me!" There was a yelp then a growl as he shoved his head out of the curtain, hand itching at his eyes.
"Oh don't do that!" Emma threw herself off the toilet and towards him. Sighing she picked up a tissue and slightly dampened it. "It won't hurt you. Now, stop scratching, you'll really irritate your eyes. Let me look at it," her growl was nearly evident. She was carrying after him like she'd care after Henry.

She dabbed at his eyes with the tissue. "Run the water over your half-closed eyes, they'll cool off. Sorry, I should've told you to close your eyes."

He glared at her, well, with his eyes closed. "Thank you lass." And he disappeared back into the water.

She rolled her eyes, trying to dispute the fact that she just got wet over this big... naked... Emma cringed. Had so? No. Did she feel it? Yes. A shiver ran down her spine and she wanted to leave. "Listen Hook, when you're done with that use the red bottle and lather it over your body. When you're nice and clean turn off the water and get out, dry yourself and get dressed. You should do this once a day, and don't worry, in time you'll get used to it. Just don't freak out."

She could not see his face but she was sure he nodded, "alright Swan. And if I need you, I will call."

"You won't need me." She added flatly before leaving him to his own.

A / N Okay so this prompt was given to me by 4getfulimaginator, hope you enjoyed this dearie! Send me a prompt, I'll write it! Ooh, and I hope you liked the... well, Captain Swan there. Have a good day.