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Alone at last.

Emma sighed and pulled the refrigerator open, scanning the contents. She loved her family. She really loved them, but sometimes it was nice to just have some time to herself, especially when she had something on her mind.

"Emma, you're all I think about."

Groaning, she closed the fridge and wandered over to the couch, falling onto it and staring at the ceiling. David and Mary Margaret had taken Henry to the park. Though they'd invited her, she'd declined in favor of … obsessing over the previous night's near-miss kiss with a stupid pirate who may or may not have made her feel all shivery just by telling her that he thought about her all the time.

Stupid piratey jerk.

She growled and pushed herself up off the couch. This was just ridiculous. She was a grown woman, for pete's sake, and she was lolling around like a damn teenager with a crush. She should be down at the park, playing with her kid and spending time with her parents instead of wasting time here alone.

She grabbed her keys off the counter, crammed them in her pocket and pulled the door open, only to find a surprised-looking Hook standing there.

Stupid piratey stalkery jerk.

She tilted her head, waiting for him to say something. When it became apparent that that wasn't going to happen any time soon, she raised her eyebrows. "Um, hi?"

"Swan, I … can I?" he gestured at the apartment.

Stepping back, she waved him in.

He walked inside and turned to face her, fidgeting in place.

"So …"

"I know I had a bit much to drink last night," he said quietly, for once looking just over her shoulder rather than directly at her. "I don't know … I can't recall exactly what I've done, just bits and pieces, and I wanted to make sure I didn't say — I didn't say or do anything to … to offend you in any way."

He doesn't even remember.

Emma sighed. All those things he'd said to her, and he didn't even remember them. He probably didn't mean it at all. It was ridiculous to think that she would be so much in his thoughts, not when he'd loved the same woman for 300 years.

"You didn't offend me," she said finally, not quite answering the question he hadn't quite asked. She forced a smile. "Just did a lot of singing."

"Ah," a faint smile crossed his face. "That was real, then."

"Oh yeah," she said lightly. "If I ever need to know a song about a sailor and/or his true love dying in horrible ways, I know who to go to."

He cleared his throat and glanced at the door. "Well, then. Good. I'm glad I … I'm glad. I guess I'll see you around, Swan."

"Sure."

Emma Swan, you are a damn coward.

She frowned at his back as he headed out, then rolled her eyes. Unanswered questions just bugged the hell out of her, and she'd never have a better opportunity to ask.

"Hook … Killian."

He stopped but didn't turn all the way around, which suited her fine. She wasn't sure she could actually say this if he was looking at her.

"You said … you told me that I'm all you think about. Is that … was that just the booze talking?"

She held her breath as he turned slowly to face her.

He shook his head, finally meeting her eyes. "No, lass. It's the truth. You are all I can think about these days."

She let out a long breath. OK, Swan, go big or go home.

"I know the feeling. I … since Neverland I think about you all the time," she said. He started walking toward her, and she backed up slightly, rushing to get it all out. "Your smile, that thing you do with your eyebrows, your voice in my ear when you were teaching me to sail the ship, the fact that you came back. I'm not sure you understand how much that means to me. The fact that you … you held onto Henry and you didn't let go …"

She trailed off as he brought his hand to her cheek, curling his other arm behind her and pulling her close. "Emma," he whispered, brushing his lips against hers lightly before pulling back and looking around the apartment.

"What is it?"

"Just waiting," he whispered. "To see if the ceiling is going fall in on us, or one of your innumerable family members is going to show up."

She laughed, then tilted her head, listening. "I think we're all alone," she said.

"At last."

Then finally, finally, he dipped his head again and kissed her. It was soft, gentle, not what she would have expected of the pirate captain, and she slid her arms up to his shoulders, opened her mouth to his and sank into him.

He moved his other arm around her back and pulled her flush against him, sliding his lips down and over her neck, settling in just the right spot where her shoulder and neck met, drawing a moan out of her. Lord, the man had the most amazing mouth.

"Killian … dammit."

At her sudden change of tone, he raised his head. "Swan? What …" He frowned as he heard it, too. The sound of Henry and David chattering to one another as they tromped up the stairs toward the still-very-open apartment door.

He growled. "Your —"

"Bloody. Family," she finished. "You know what? The hell with this."

She slid her fingers into his hair and pulled his face back to hers. "Kiss me, you damned pirate," she said.

"I love it when you get bossy, Swan," he said, covering her mouth with his again.

Even though she knew her family would appear in a few moments, she couldn't help but get lost in the feel of his lips and tongue on hers, his hand sliding up under her shirt and against the bare skin of her lower back.

"Ewww, gross," Henry said.

They pulled apart, but Emma stayed right next to him as she faced her family. Henry looked kind of freaked out, her father looked kind of pissed, and Mary Margaret … well, her mother was clearly holding back a laugh.

"I don't get kissing," Henry said. "What's the point?"

"Ask me that in a couple years, lad," Killian told him.

"Anyway," Henry shrugged. "We saw the captain going into our building, and Gramps thought you guys might want to come have ice cream with us at Granny's."

Clearly, the allure of a hot fudge sundae was more interesting than the whole "gross" kissing thing.

"Oh, he did?" Emma said, sending an overly-sweet smile her father's way. "How … nice of you."

"I …" David was apparently having trouble forming words, and Emma thought it served him right for deliberately trying to interfere in her practically nonexistent love life. She hoped he would be reliving the vision of his daughter being frenched by a pirate, over and over all night long.

She glanced at Mary Margaret, who mouthed "I'm so sorry!" before a giggle escaped. She tried to cover it with a cough, but David gave her a dirty look anyway.

Hook grinned and curled his arm around Emma's waist. "I've no idea what ice cream is," he said, glancing at her mouth in a way that David surely couldn't miss. "But I'm always interested in … new tastes."

"Hook," David said warningly, and Emma snorted out a very unladylike laugh.

"Awesome!" Henry said. "Maybe you could tell me some more Neverland stories?" He looked pleadingly at Killian.

"Of course I can," the pirate said cheerfully. "I've a thousand of them."

"Great," her father ground out. "That sounds … terrific."

"Go ahead," Emma told them. "We'll see you at Granny's in a minute."

"A few minutes," Killian corrected her.

"A few," she said, locking eyes with him, feeling a little breathless at the desire in his eyes.

"But —" David started to object and was overruled by his wife.

"That sounds fine, Emma," she said firmly, still a hint of laughter in her voice. "We'll see you when we get there."

Emma glanced over to see Mary Margaret had taken him by the arm and was actually pulling him out of the apartment, followed by Henry, who was loudly debating the virtues of a hot fudge sundae versus a banana split.

Mary Margaret smiled and winked at them before pulling the door closed behind her.

"So," Emma said, turning back to Killian and sliding her hands up his chest to his shoulders again. "I estimate that we have, oh, 30 seconds before we're interrupted again. Better make it good."

"Yes, ma'am," he answered.

And he certainly did.

THE END