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( frankly, he's just easily impressed by Emma Swan. all it'd taken was a bit of threatening, a knife to the throat and chaining him to at least three different things. she was light a sudden flare in inky darkness, and he hadn't liked that blinding white at first. he'd fought it, if only because the wrong path had been the one he'd walked for so long.

he wouldn't say he was completely recovered from villainy. in fact, he doubted he ever would be. still, he owed her a great debt for showing him that he could be more than that, if he tried.

look, now that he's seen Emma's boobs out of her dress, the corset really doesn't compare. ) Drinking, drowning, women. They're second runner up, which is a bit sad as far as priorities go. ( sailors were supposed to think of the sea first and foremost, and in that Hook had become an especially horrible sailor of late. case in point, he's not thinking about the ocean at all right now! )

[If she's the light in the darkness then he needs to get his eyes checked.]

Speaking of-- [Emma pushes her pointer finger against his chest, like listen here buddy quit distracting her with talk about drunken wench pirate songs. She's fairly certain that she doesn't want to be a pirate. The title of savior already carries a heavy weight that she can barely handle at times.]

Tomorrow, you'll take me out and teach me the basics?

( fucking face it swan ur the living embodiment of the purest magic there ever was and you are a good person, no matter how much you grouse and pretend to the contrary!!!! he is on 2 ur lies.

goddamn it emma, I said he wasn't even thinking about the ocean right now. too late for that. there's a crooked grin on his face, one that doesn't match the ancient man he actually is. the idea of Emma and the sea together, well... there's not much more he could ask for. ) Yeah? You'd like to go for a sail? ( he's so grossly happy right now, Emma, why would u do this, i'm disgusted even writing this tag. )

[noooo she's the worst. she takes all the hot water and wears too much red leather and she bites. well actually Killian seems to like that last part a lot.

Sorry to bring it up but it's more interesting than drunk pirate songs and it's also got the added bonus of not being related to feelings or relationships at all or the fact that it's the middle of the night and she's not tired because he's laying next to her. His smile is infectious and Emma finds herself grinning back at him. Happy is a good look on him. So is the dirty, dangerous pirate thing, don't get her wrong but he looks different when he smiles. Younger, maybe. Less bothered by his demons.]

I would. Only a sail. We can take Henry. Make a day of it.

( let's be honest, he's pretty into the red leather thing too. and the easiest cure to her overly long hot showers is just storming in there with her, there's room for two under the magical indoor rain machine. one of these days he's just going to do it, the look on her face when he surprises her is always classic.

besides, catching her wet and naked is also something he'd be into. he's a man of simple interests, clearly.

he hooks an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close enough to kiss her near her ear. if his whiskers tickle, she'll just have to suffer through it. ) A day of it, then. ( it's honestly more intimidating a prospect to throw her son in the mix, yet Hook is surprisingly gifted at impressing Henry. sometimes moreso than Emma herself. he can probably manage an afternoon on the water without grievously putting off the lad. ) He might be more qualified to be the first mate than you, Swan. Do you suppose you can manage not making the orders for an afternoon?

[No that doesn't really sound like her, does it? Emma gives him a look however, because she sees the challenge for what it is and you better believe she'll be taking it.]

Depends. If you make stupid orders, I have the right to refuse them.

[She trusts him to keep her and Henry alive. If he makes any comments about her boobs in front of her kid, she reserves the right to hit him with the boon. And she doesn't even know what a boon is.

Emma drops her chin to rest on his chest, looking up at him. This isn't so bad. Cuddling and talking about nonsense. It's actually... really nice. Something she didn't know she was missing.]

Behave or I'll invite my parents too.

I should never dare.

( has anyone ever lied so sweetly? that's absolutely bullshit but he sells it so well. he'd totally make stupid requests just to see how far he can get away with it. still, she's mostly safe when her son is around... though he imagines teasing her a little would amuse her boy as much as it amused him.

yup, a real keeper, this one.

she looks unbearably charming, chin on his breastbone and blinking up at him with those cat-vibrant eyes. he frees his good hand to run a finger along the dusting of freckles just along the tops of her cheeks. ) Do it, I'd like to see that lunk of your father fly overboard. I suspect he takes orders even worse than you, and that shall do him unkindly when a boom is flying in his direction.

( love u tho dave )

[Emma wrinkles her nose, and all those cute little freckles when he does that, but doesn't otherwise stop him. David would be terrible at taking orders, unless they're handed to him by Mary Margaret, she's not even going to try and deny that. For all the time that her dad goes on and on about being a shepherd, she thinks that becoming a prince and later a king has gone to his head a little. He's used to leading.

She wishes that she had the confidence that her parents do sometimes. It's so easy for them, it makes her head spin. Whatever gene its on, she's pretty sure it skipped her generation but Henry got it, that's for damn sure.]

Careful, you'll have to answer to Snow White for attacking her husband. And I hate to break it to you but I think she could take you.

( damn his blackened heart, even that nose wrinkle charms him. he's a lost cause, was lost long ago, and more and more of late he realizes exactly how at peace with that fact he's grown to be. after a lifetime, hell, lifetimes of chasing blood and anger and vengeance, to have his heart ruled by love again is a welcome reprieve. Emma never has to love him back, really, when she's granted him so much by letting him love her in the first place. )

Quite the contrary, I think your mum would also tell your dad to mind the boom. ( if Emma is going to make faces for his doting on her freckles, then he'll just dug on a stray tuft of blonde instead. yeah, he'll do that, literally the schoolboy in the yard pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes. whoops. ) I don't dispute the last bit. Seems to run in the family.

( Emma has taken him a time or twenty. he'd not be shocked if snow managed the same. he's just glad she has no reason to these days. )

[Snow White probably knows how to sail. It seems like something you'd learn as a princess in an enchanted realm. Her mother knows a lot of surprising things.

At least he admits that the Charming women are much more fierce than him. She's sorry now about holding a knife to his throat and leaving him chained on a beanstalk with a vengeful giant. It's not something she'll do again. Unless he's in to that and then they can talk.]

I'd probably save you. If I was in the mood to do some saving that day.

( snow had been keen to hop a boat out of town, it would be fair to say she might know more than one could expect. she also had her wits about her, and enough common sense to try and warn her husband about huge reams of wood flying at him. it didn't take too much for that one, though.

as for whether he's into knifeplay... no comment there's no good answer to that one..............

he laughs at her teasing, laying back slightly into the mattress. he could sleep here if Emma doesn't get around to kicking him out soon. ) Oh, is that how this savioring works? Dependent on mood? ( he rubs at her back and can't help a half smirk. ) I'll have to work at being especially endearing.

[Yeah, way to make this weird Hook. They had some nice sex, did some cuddling, shared a witty banter and she's getting ready to go to sleep and he's not making any moves to put his pants on. That's different. Usually one of them starts to make moves to leave, sooner or later and this is her house. It'd be weird for her to leave.

Or is it weird that she thinks it's weird that he wants to stay?]

Know what would really put me in the mood to save your life? Letting me get some sleep.

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