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Inspired by one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard:


By: Sara Bareilles

Something always brings me back to you.

It never takes too long.

No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.

You keep me without chains.

I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.

Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.

But you're on to me and all over me.

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.

When I thought that I was strong.

But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground.

But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.

The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down

You're on to me, on to me, and all over...

Something always brings me back to you.

It never takes too long.

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Rating: T – MA for adult situations.

Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst

Summary: - "Something always brings me back to you, Swan." - Hook and Cora have landed in Storybrooke. The townsfolk are prepared for their wrath. But what exactly are Hook's intentions, and how will Emma react when she finds out? Captain Swan. Rated T-M.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fanfiction. I don't own any of the recognizable characters from the show "Once Upon A Time".

Author's Note: Hello, my darlings! After my first Captain Swan fic, "Pirate Persuasion", and the amazing reviews that I received from you lovely readers (a big THANK YOU goes out to those who reviewed and supported that fic!), I was more open to writing another Captain Swan fic; I just had no idea that it'd be THIS soon! I randomly started listening to Sara Bareille's song "Gravity", and this idea just popped into my head, flowed through my fingers, and made its way onto my laptop. The song is just very emotional, and I thought it was just too perfect for Emma and Killian; I implore you to listen to it right before/while reading the fic. David Guetta's "Just One Last Time" provided a lot of inspiration, too. I listened to both songs (and many other great ones) while writing, and man, did they get me super emotional! =( I just couldn't wait until January 2013 to find out what happens next, so my imagination just burst with ideas!

Like my first Captain Swan fic, I couldn't control this one, as it had a life of its own! For those who have read my work before, I really hope it's up to par with your expectations. At first, it was just going to be a long one-shot, but I think I have enough ideas to make this at least into a mini-fic! Who's happy about that? ;) Let me know what you think. Can't wait to hear from you! =) Happy reading. xx IFHD

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Chapter 1: Gravity

"Emma, we have him."

Mary Margaret's calm voice sounded loud and clear through Emma's cell phone as she sat, anxiously waiting for any news, in her yellow beetle. After sharing a few words of consolation and comfort, Mary Margaret disclosed their new captive's location and instructed her daughter to make her way down as soon as possible. The young woman hastily obliged and disconnected the call. With an elongated sigh of relief, Emma twisted the keys in her car's ignition, automatically worked the shift knob, and pressed her foot on the gas pedal. She couldn't waste any time; none of them had any time to waste. Any moment of peace at this point would most likely be transitory. However, anxiety slightly left her as she careened through the deserted, lamp-lit streets of Storybrooke. The plan that she had concocted with Mary Margaret and David had worked and, given the tone of her dear mother's voice, there had been no casualties. And yet, she only mentioned him, and not Cora.

Where was the damn witch in Storybrooke?

It didn't take long for Emma to reach the Sheriff's station from her designated watch-point. As her car came to a screeching halt at the sidewalk's curb, she caught sight of David and Mary Margaret eagerly awaiting her arrival at the glass-doored entrance. "Where is he?" Emma queried as she exited the vehicle and jogged to their sides.

"In the holding cell." David responded coolly, motioning his head towards the inside of the station. "He's going nowhere."

"Cora is still running loose." Mary Margaret began as she took her daughter's hands in hers. "We have to find the others and gather the rest of the townsfolk. They're all meeting at Granny's." The pixie-haired woman continued, with her eyes full of determination, "We'll only be a few minutes. Call me if he gives you any trouble."

"I'll be fine." Emma smiled reassuringly and gave her mother and father a hug in turn. "Be careful."

David and Mary Margaret gave their daughter one last look before taking off. Emma looked after their receding forms for a brief moment, then headed inside. More adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream as she thought about everything that was at stake now: Storybrooke and everyone in it. At least, she thought, one of the two threats has now been apprehended; that'll even the odds a bit more. She walked purposely through the pearly-white corridors as a million other thoughts about their new captive raced through her head. He had no magic, both in Fairytale Land and here, as it seemed, so he'd be harmless enough behind metal bars; and yet, a part of her knew that the power he possessed didn't necessarily come in the hard form of spells and enchantments.

Depending on one's perspective, his powers were much more dangerous.

Her mind then took her back to the last moment that she had seen him in Fairytale Land. The end result? Him on his back, knocked out cold. A surge of pride had engulfed her at that moment in time: the moment when she realized that she had bested him at one of his honoured skill sets. Yet, he still managed to find a way to come to Storybrooke, to use the bloody bean from the Giant's lair and press his plans of revenge forward.

What other tricks did he have up his sleeve?

She turned the final corner.

He came into view.

The pirate's smouldering eyes instantly looked up at her coming form. He stood slowly, with his twinkling orbs completing the scrutiny of her body, from head to toe. In an act that didn't surprise Emma one bit, his defining smirk appeared on his face as he said, "Nice to see you again, love."

"Hook." Emma greeted without mirth or amusement evident in her expression. She crossed her arms indignantly, as though to belabour the point. "You've come to cause more trouble, I see."

"Actually," he drawled in a deep tone, sauntering towards her. His hand gripped the metal bars as he whispered, "I came here for you, Swan."

Her expression screamed of distaste. "What?"

"You want me to say it again, love?"

"You know what?" The young woman hardened her jaw, took a few steps closer to the cocky pirate, and met his gaze with equal measure. Her tone was scathing as she imparted, "I prefer you say nothing at all."

"Well," Hook gracefully gestured towards his surrounding cell, seemingly unaffected by her reaction, "seeing my present predicament, silence would be rather boring, now wouldn't it? Some of the things I prefer: good conversation, a fire, and rum. Lots of rum."

Emma ignored him: the one thing she resolved to do while she spent some alone time with the irksome pirate captain. Instead of replying to his blandish speech, she stalked towards her office, strapped her holster around her waist, and prepared her gun. She didn't meet his eyes.

"Never took you for the quiet type, Miss Swan." A pause. When the pirate realized that he wasn't getting anywhere with her, he tried, "I know what you're thinking. Hell, I know what you're feeling. But it doesn't change the fact that I've come here, all the way to your land, for you."

Emma couldn't block those words out, as much as she tried. She pursed her lips in a tight line as she continued her preparations. She kept her back to the pirate, though he noticed that her body visibly tensed at his latter words. At first, Emma had thought that Hook had threatened her when he said that he had come here for her - to enact some sort of revenge for their duel, or something of the like - and yet, when he repeated his words, she realized that he didn't say them menacingly. On the contrary, he spoke with such passion, such fervent desire, that Emma couldn't help but twist her head towards him and eye him in curiosity. Ever since she had met the captain, she had never heard him speak in such a manner - at least, when speaking about her. His tone was lined with such longing and such honesty that she found it slightly disturbing.

"I've forgiven you for the beanstalk incident, if you must know. Can't really put the tip of my hook on the precise moment, but I have." Hook didn't take his eyes off the young woman; he wanted her to study him, to understand what he was actually saying. "You're an expert at spotting liars and falsities. So tell me, Miss Swan," he leaned forward even further, placing his head in between the bars, "am I lying to you?"

Hook recognized the flicker of consternation in her eyes, despite her attempt to keep her expression neutral. She was entirely still now, eyes locked upon his. The pirate didn't wait for her to audibly respond. "Think about it, darling. I could have easily bested you during our little swordfight. Did you really think you could have won that easily, had I been trying?" He snickered as he shook his dark, shaggy head. "You had good form, Swan, but not good enough."

"Shut up."

Hook drew back animatedly, placing his hand upon his heart as though her words had wounded him. "Is this how you always react when someone is trying to confess their feelings for you? My dear, you have a lot to learn..."

The pirate had depleted most of her patience by this point. With a throaty growl, Emma slammed the door to her office and stalked back towards the holding cell. As she reached the pirate, she pointed a menacing finger to his nose. "Hook, whatever mind games you're playing now, it won't work." She snarled, inching her face closer to his. "You're not charming. At all."

"Why, of course I'm not! Charming is your father! ...Who, by the way, I had the pleasure of meeting earlier when he gave me a right hook to my precious jaw," he quipped in return. Then, almost instantly, something changed within his blue orbs. His stare became predatorial. "Although...I could be your daddy, in another sense..."

She turned her back to the pirate again, unwilling to hear any more of his goddamn speeches. When are the others coming back?she inwardly growled. Just like she thought, Hook wasn't going to be physically dangerous; but he could rile her so easily with a few, mere words that she knew her mental status would deteriorate if she spent more time with him.

Without warning, the squeaking of the metal bars sounded, followed by hurried footsteps.

Before Emma could turn to face her captive, she found that their roles had been entirely reversed in just those few seconds.

Her breath caught her throat as she felt taut arms tightly wrapping around her torso. Hook held her firmly in place and pressed her back upon his chest. When he felt her squirm, he drew closer, rested his lips upon her earlobes, and purred, "Don't worry, love. That was just my hook."

"What the hell?" Emma continued to struggle, albeit to no avail. The pirate overpowered her with another squeeze of his arms, and their forms remained fully touching. She cried out exasperatedly, "How did you..."

The pirate merely waved the shining hook in front of her victoriously. "Never underestimate how skilled I am with my hand...and my hook."

By this point, Emma attempted to elbow Captain Innuendo, though he easily blocked the blow with his forearm. Hook brushed off her hostility and silence and swirled her around to face him. She didn't struggle. He kept her firmly pressed upon his chest and used his good hand to clasp her upper arm. The side of his hook trailed down the length of her spine. When she finally met his intense gaze, he said hoarsely, "The truth is," he awkwardly cleared his throat, suddenly exhibiting slight discomfort. The pirate couldn't even hide his emotions with a cocky smirk upon his countenance any longer. His smile waned, and his expression became neutral as he admitted, "Something always brings me back to you, Swan."

There was something different in the pirate's eyes. Something softer. He enacted the expression in his face with his hand as it delicately traced the side of Emma's face. She had been stalk still and tense; though, when his warm hand began to caress her cheek and lips, emanating his warmth, her muscles began to automatically relax. Hook swallowed as his eyes took inventory of her incredulous face. His jaw remained taut, as though he were fighting an inner battle. "So beautiful," he whispered, just audible enough for Emma to hear.

Unbeknownst to the woman herself, Emma's eyes began to mist. Now, in silence, Hook stared at her face with such tenderness on his own that it was difficult for her to discern whether he was just playing with her or whether he was actually being truthful for once. His next words shook her from her reverie; if she had any doubts, some of them were obliterated as his hoarse voice said:

"Would you like to kiss me, Emma?"

The words had escaped from the pirate's lips even before he contemplated them. Did he just ask a bloody woman to kiss him? His temple twitched at the thought. Hell, he never asked for anything in the first place; he just took whatever he pleased, claimed anything that was his heart's desire. What's more is that he didn't give a damn about the consequences of those actions. All Hook ever wanted was pleasure - to please himself, to somehow quench the admittedly unquenchable desire for sex, gold...and revenge.

His thoughts were then shattered when he felt warm lips on his own.

Emma's kiss was delicate. Exploratory. She tasted even sweeter than Hook had imagined. After a few moments of allowing Emma to lead, he finally kissed her in return, adding the fire and intensity that he thought their growing connection needed. Hook claimed her lips with such force that Emma couldn't help but allow a whimper to leave her throat, to rest her hands upon the pirate's adamantine chest for support. The pirate's tongue begged for entrance in her mouth, and Emma obliged after a few moments of coaxing. Killian felt her body weaken as the heat between them rose, and he hooked a strong arm around her waist to keep her steady and in place.

She wouldn't turn from him now, no; not when her entire body screamed that this was precisely where she wanted to be.

The flame that Emma had ignited within him spread throughout every inch of his shaking body as their lips continued to fight for dominance. Wholly impassioned, Hook alternated their positions as they turned, took her a few steps back, then pinned her entire body upon the metal bars of his former place of captivity. Emma's body molded into his as Hook pressed himself upon her, with his good hand tracing her thighs, hips, and finally landing at her waist. With a throaty growl, the pirate broke their kiss and began to work on the side of her neck. Emma let out a shaky breath and ran her fingers through his mussed hair. "Oh, God..." she sighed, raising her head to allow Killian more access to her skin. The pirate peered upwards at her as he continued his assault, finding himself further aroused by the look of pleasure upon her face.

"What is going on here?"

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A/N: You want more, don't you? =P hahaha xx IFHD