First fanfic guys. Set just after 3x06

She wanted to talk to him. No. She needed to talk to him. After his confession at the echo caves, Emma couldn't stop thinking about Killian. Because that was his name. Not Hook, but Killian. But of course she couldn't tell him that. He would think that she was going soft on him. Which was of course, ridiculous. She would still call him Hook. Yeah, that was probably for the best.

Okay. Talk to him Emma, come on. It's not like you're going to confess your love to him, right?

Right?

Fuck.

Love.

He deserves to know. He deserves to know how she feels. Dammit. Okay let's do this.

Her mom and dad were already trying to sleep a bit. Her mom facing away from her dad, still mad at him for not telling her what had actually happened. Regina was sitting on a tree stump, staring into the fire that was slowly burning in the middle of the small camp they'd set up for the night. Neal, ugh Neal. He had been trying to get her attention all day. Apologizing at least 5 times for everything. And even though that was sweet, she couldn't help but feel horribly annoyed by him. That was after he kissed her though. Yeah, he kissed her. And she kissed him back. Nothing. She felt nothing, not even a little spark. Unlike when she kissed Hook.

Gods, Hook. The thought of him mad her look up. He was standing against a big tree at the far side of the camp right across from her. Oh right, she was going to talk to him.

"Hook"

"Hello, love."

Love. There is that word again. She couldn't help but have this weird feeling in the lower part of her stomach. She didn't want to think about that, yet.

"Can we talk for a second?" she asked, hoping he couldn't see how nervous she actually was.

"sure, talk."

" I mean alone. Not here"

She turned around an motioned for him to follow her into the woods. They walked for a short while.
She wanted to be sure they were far enough from the camp so no one could hear, or see them.

"Where are we going, lass?" he dared to ask.

She stopped. "This should be far enough" And before he could even register what happen she turned around, grabbed him by the lapels of his coat much like she did before, and kissed him. Just as passionate as their first kiss. Oh gods, it was really happening. She was really kissing him, again. It didn't take long before she felt him respond. Kissing her back with so much passion. And there is was. That spark, the spark she didn't feel when Neal kissed her. It was there. And this wasn't just a spark, it was like fireworks, exploding like on new year's eve. She doubted if he even knew what fireworks were. She felt his hand in her hair, and remembered that they were actually kissing. Slowly nipping his bottom lip, she parted her lips and deepened the kiss. He let her, and followed. Dipping his tongue in her mouth, slowly. She felt the coolness of his hook softly on her back, bringing her closer. She needed to stop, she knew enough. But she couldn't, it was too addictive. Gods he was addictive. But she needed to stop, and finally found it in her to break the kiss.

Touching foreheads, he spoke. Much like the first time they kissed.

"That was.."

"Yeah.." she said. Still breathing heavily, which made sense after a kiss like that.

"Not that I mind, love. But why?" he asked her, still unsure of why she kissed him.

"I needed to know"

"Why"

They finally fully parted, though still standing close.

" Because Neal kissed me."

"I'm not quite following, love."

How was she going to put this? "Well," she started "when Neal kissed me, I hoped I would feel something. Like a spark, but I didn't. And then I realized that, uhm.." she stopped, feeling awkward of talking about their first kiss. "When we uhm.. kissed, the other day." Gesturing between the two of them. "I did. I felt a spark"

" But, I thought you said it didn't mean anything?" he asked, confused about where she was going with this.

"Yeah, well that was a lie. I felt a spark, Hook. One that I didn't feel when Neal kissed me. I wanted to make sure the spark was still there by kissing you again. And it's still there" she said. Looking up at him, a small smile on her face.

"ohh."

"yeah."

" And what now?"

" I don't know. I will have to tell Neal that I don't love him, but you." Fuck! Did she just say that out loud?

He just smiled. A real smile, and took her hand in his. "Okay."

"Okay."

"So… does that mean I can kiss you more often now?" she had to smile at that, and looked him in the eyes.

"I guess" and he did, a really short soft kiss this time. Grabbing her face with only one hand, he broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes.

" I love you too"