Hello, my fellow Captain Swan fans!

Okay, this never happened to me before. To ship a couple without really knowing them. But one of my favorite authors, AMiserableLove, wrote these two awesome fics about them and just sucked me in. I googled Captain Swan and one look at Captain Hook and I was a goner. I haven't even seen Hook's episodes yet (I'm at S01E09), I've only seen a few fanvids on YouTube, but I couldn't resist to write this one-shot. My muse wouldn't give me any rest until I got it out of my head. The writers among you know what I'm talking about. :-)

I have no idea if this is OOC and it might not be normal to jump into a new fandom with an M-story and it really deserves the M-rating. But look at them! You can see the sexual tension crackling between them by only looking at pictures of them. I'm amazed that they haven't jumped each other yet! :-)

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Sadly.

Chapter 1

"What are you doing out here, love? So all alone?"

Emma almost groaned out loud. Of all the people it had to be him who found her. Alone. In the middle of the night, standing in the shadows of the trees. The man who was never far away from her mind. The man who had invaded her dreams. She couldn't deal with him right now. She didn't trust herself around him. Not when she was feeling so vulnerable, her emotions playing havoc with her body. She really didn't need the sexual tension that was always simmering between them added to the mix. Not now.

"Leave me alone, Hook."

"Why? Is my presence unsettling you?" Hook replied, his deep voice taunting her, sending a spiral of desire through her body.

"Ah, for God's sake." Emma snapped, trying to convince herself that the almost unbearable need to touch him would pass if he would just leave her alone. "Would you give me a rest?"

"Rest from what, love?" Hook asked, stepping closer, a glint of satisfaction flashing over his eyes as she involuntarily took a step back.

It wasn't his fault that she'd crossed his path when he'd decided to take a walk to clear his mind. It wasn't his fault that his mind was occupied with thoughts about her. Seeing her standing in the shadows had shot a surge of excitement through him. There had to be a reason that he stumbled upon her in the middle of the night.

"From you." Emma replied, raising her hand to stop him, not wanting him to come any closer.

"If I recall correctly we haven't seen each other in over two weeks." Hook said, deciding to actually give her the space she obviously needed to lure her into a false sense of safety. Because he had no intention to keep his distance. "Isn't that enough rest?"

"Not when my brain doesn't give me any." Emma muttered under her breath, a hardly audible groan escaping her mouth when she saw his cocked eyebrow, his mouth turning up in a smug grin, telling her that he'd heard her.

"What was that? I didn't hear you." Hook replied, his white teeth flashing in the darkness as his grin broadened and Emma had to clench her hands into fists to not give in to the urge to slap it off his face.

"You weren't supposed to hear anything."

"So am I in your thoughts then?" Hook asked, clearly amused and Emma just rolled her eyes, eliciting a chuckle out of him. "At night, too?"

If he wouldn't have been such an expert at reading her body language he would probably have missed it, the short stiffness of her body before she threw him an exasperated look. "Please! Don't flatter yourself."

"What are you dreaming about?" Hook asked, his voice turning low as he stepped closer, invading her personal space. "Do you dream of me, love? Do you dream about my lips brushing over your skin? Do you dream about my mouth against your thigh? Do you quiver with pleasure when you imagine me trailing a path of kisses down your body? Do your breasts ache with desire, the peaks growing hard with need?" His voice had taken on a husky tone and Emma shivered as he trailed his hook in a circle over one of her breasts, her nipples tightened as an inevitable response to his taunting touch.

"Stop it!" Emma shouted, pushing him back, cursing him inwardly for shooting a ball of heat straight down her spine, an aching sensation settling between her thighs. Emma sighed a breath of relief as he actually stepped back and she watched him suspiciously, awaiting his next move.

Hook knew he could have kissed her and she would have kissed him back. But he didn't want her to feel any reluctance, he wanted her to surrender to him. He wanted her to make the actual choice. He didn't want her to find any reason to accuse him afterwards that it was entirely his fault, that he'd forced himself on her, taking advantage of her shaken state.

"So you do dream about me." Hook said smugly, folding his arms over his chest.

"I once told Mary Margaret that if you think something is wrong it usually is." Emma replied, completely ignoring his statement.

She would not admit to him how aroused she woke up most of the mornings. She'd promised herself she would not think about the fact that she had the most erotic dreams about him, so erotic that it became harder and harder to find her way back to reality. For a split second she always asked herself if she shouldn't risk it, if she shouldn't give in to the temptation. But in the next second she was always calling herself a fool that she was even giving him more than a fleeting thought. Having sex with a pirate would be beyond insane.

"What do you think is wrong, love?" Hook asked, yanking her out of her thoughts and she met his eyes, his brilliant blue gaze being an almost unbearable temptation in itself and she felt as if she would fall under his spell if she would hold his gaze for much longer, so she averted her eyes, forcing herself to look over his shoulder.

"This. You. Me." Emma huffed out a frustrated breath, her eyes coming back to his face. "Us."

"It doesn't feel wrong." Hook stated, his husky voice making her shiver.

"God, what is it about you?" Emma groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Why do I want you so much?"

"Because you shouldn't want me." He replied matter-of-factly.

"That easy, huh?" Emma replied, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Leave it to him to tell her with one simple sentence what the crux of the problem was.

"It usually is, Swan." He told her, shrugging one shoulder. "We tend to want those things the most that are forbidden."

"You aren't actually forbidden."

"But I am, Sheriff." He said and Emma realized that he had closed the gap between them again, his body now almost brushing against hers. "I'm the villain and you're the law."

He leaned down, his mouth only inches away from hers as he whispered. "I'm the forbidden fruit, love."

Emma exhaled a shuddering breath, his closeness making her body almost shake with anticipation and her eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed over hers. His tongue swiped teasingly over her bottom lip and Emma groaned deep in her throat, opening her mouth for him. But suddenly he was gone and she snapped her eyes open, seeing him leaning back. She knew how wrong it was the moment she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and yanked him back but she couldn't stop herself.

Crushing her lips on his, a whimper escaped her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her against his lean and hard body. His tongue invaded her mouth, all passion and heat. He kissed her like she always imagined he would kiss. Hot and heavy, erasing every coherent thought out of her brain.

As they needed to come up for air, they stared at each other for a few seconds, their breathing labored, both slightly surprised about the intensity of this first kiss before a glint of mischievousness appeared in Hook's eyes and he shrugged out of his jacket and leaned down, spreading it out on the grass.

Emma looked down at his crouched form, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "Trying to be a gentleman again?"

"I've told you, I'm always a gentleman." He replied and her heart jumped into her throat as he stood up and pulled her into his arms.

"You're not a gentleman." Emma said, leaning back to look him in the eyes. "You are the very model of a pirate. All wicked and used to getting whatever you want."

"You might have a point." Hook said, a broad grin spreading out on his face. "Because you are here. In my arms. Seems like I'm getting what I want. Again."

She wanted to shove him back, wanted to show him that he couldn't have her but instead of shoving him away, she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down to her, kissing him with all the frustration and all the anger she felt upon not being able to resist him.

Without breaking the contact he lowered them to the ground, aligning his body against hers as his lips trailed a path along her jaw, his teeth tugging gently at her ear lobe before he kissed his way down her neck, his tongue licking over her racing pulse.

"My mouth needs to compensate for the lack of my left hand." He mumbled against her skin.

They were in the middle of the park, someone could walk by any time but Emma didn't care as his mouth trailed along her collarbone, the cool metal of his hook scratching tentatively over her skin as he swiped away her blouse to reveal more naked skin to his hungry mouth.

"You don't mind if I rip this off you, love?" Hook asked, leaning back to have a good look on her face.

Emma was staring up at him, not really comprehending what he was asking but nodded nonetheless not even sure if he needed an affirmation and her breath caught in her throat as his hook slashed through the fabric barely touching her skin, his other hand grabbing the shirt and with a wicked smile on his face he yanked her blouse apart, the tearing of the fabric sounded loud in the silence that was surrounding them.

"Beautiful, darling." He breathed, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body as he leaned back on his heels.

"Hook?" Emma said, pushing herself up on her elbows.

"Yeah?" Hook replied, his eyes trailing a hot path along her chest until his eyes met hers.

"It's time for me to return the favor." Emma told him, pulling the torn blouse off her body and he raised one of his eyebrows in question.

But Emma just sat up without saying anything, forcing him to get up on his knees and she smiled broadly as she gripped his shirt tightly in her fists and yanked it open, the buttons flying across the lawn, her hands already busy discovering all the planes of his body, feeling satisfaction cursing through her body as she felt his muscles clench under her fingers.

"Are you in a bit of a hurry, love?" He drawled, shrugging out of the ruined shirt.

"Stop talking." Emma replied, pulling him down with her, a moan escaping her at the feel of his naked skin against hers.

"Then I have to find another use for my mouth." Hook murmured against her lips as his hand slipped under her back and snapped her bra open. Using his hook he pulled the bra down, growling deep in his throat as he stared down at her. "Yeah, looks like there is something that needs the attention of my mouth."

His mouth shot down to her breast and he circled one of her nipple with his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth and Emma arched her back, overwhelmed by the feelings his mouth elicited in her body.

His hand slipped down her body, his fingers opening her jeans with practiced ease before they disappeared between her legs, discovering her obvious arousal. Groaning loudly, Hook pulled his hand out of her pants, pressing it on her stomach as he leaned back, his fingers curling around the hem of her jeans.

"Can you give me a hand?" Hook asked, smiling broadly at the intended pun and Emma lifted her hips, pushing her jeans down her legs, slipping out of her shoes and a shivering breath escaped her as he pulled her panties down.

"Gods, you're beautiful."

There was something unsettling about lying naked in front of him and her heart was beating wildly in her chest as he slipped backwards and laid down between her legs. A silent battle raging through her as the urge to tell him no fought with the urge to feel his mouth on the most intimate part of her body.

But as his arms pressed her legs down, every thought of telling him to stop vanished in an instant and she closed her eyes as he felt his lips brushing along her thigh, his tongue licking a teasing path over her skin until he reached her center. His mouth closed over her and her hand shot down, her fingers clutching his hair as his tongue darted out and licked over her most sensitive spot, his mouth and tongue working her over until she thought she would burst into flames any second.

"Say my name!" His hoarse voice drifted up to her ears, his tongue flicking over her once more before he repeated. "Say it!"

"Hook." Emma whispered on a breath of air.

"No, my real name." Hook demanded, his breath hot on her skin. "Say it!"

"No!" The word burst out of her and a blush rose up her cheeks as she looked down to him, realizing how bizarre this whole situation was. He was lying between her legs, his mouth only inches away from her throbbing center and even in the pale moonlight she could see his lips glistening with her arousal. She wanted to say it, his name almost slipping over her lips but she refused to give him that much power. She'd already given him enough, letting him do what she'd hardly allowed any man before. Shaking her head, she clamped her mouth shut, gritting out through clenched teeth. "I'm not gonna say it. Just … please … let me … I can't … I just can't."

"Okay, love. I'm not gonna force you." Hook said softly, slipping along her body until he was completely covering her. "But tell me … what do you want?"

"You." Emma replied, her hand slipping under the waistband of his pants, wrapping her fingers firmly around him.

"Where?" Hook asked, pulling her hand out of his pants and pushing it over her head and before Emma could even realize what he was doing his one hand was wrapped around both of her wrists, pinning her hands to the ground.

"Over me. In me. Around me." Emma replied with a hoarse voice, arching her back to press her center against his length, hating herself for sounding so desperate but she couldn't help it. She wanted him. "Please, Hook. I need you. Don't make me beg."

He only looked down at her for what seemed like an eternity without moving a muscle, his eyes searching hers and Emma already believed that he would really make her beg as he suddenly stood up to get rid of his pants. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked up at him, towering over her, completely naked. He was one gorgeous specimen of a man and she wanted him. Stretching her hand out, she begged him silently to join her.

"I'm not gonna be gentle." Hook said hoarsely as he lowered himself on her, lying down between her legs.

"I'm lying naked on the grass with a pirate who is a hairbreadth away from entering me." Emma replied dryly. "I'm not expecting gentleness. I expect you to live up to their reputation."

Holding her breath, she waited for him to show her how much he deserved to be called a pirate but even now he apparently couldn't resist teasing her as he slipped only a few inches into her before he retracted again, his tip barely brushing against her.

"No teasing games, Hook." Emma growled, slipping her hands around his waist, digging her fingers into his flesh. "Not now."

"You want me to show you the dark side?" A flicker of fear slithered through her as she looked into his eyes, darkened by unrestrained passion. A small voice in her head told her that unleashing him, giving him all the control, could be a mistake but she was beyond seeing any reason and she trailed one hand around his waist, over his stomach. Stopping directly above his heart, she met his hungry gaze as she whispered. "Yes."

"As you wish, love."

With the last word he slammed into her, taking her with barely contained brutality and Emma didn't know if she wanted to cry out in pain or with pleasure. A whirlwind of emotions raced through her body, his deep and hard thrusts making her forget everything around her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him even deeper access to her body and a strangled moan slipped over her lips as he quickened his pace, plunging into her without mercy, drawing her with him towards the dark side as they spiraled out of control, their bodies taking over until they both tumbled over the edge.

Crashing down on her, he took some deep breaths, his face buried against her neck. He wasn't ready to face her yet. He hadn't been prepared for this. He wanted to show her that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But he'd only wanted to give her his body and take hers. He hadn't been prepared for the possibility that he might lose a part of his heart.

But he was Captain Hook. There was no place for feelings other than hate and revenge in his life. He'd been on the dark side for too long. There was no way back for him. Killian Jones had died a long time ago. His good side had been erased the moment Milah's heart had stopped beating.

He should have stayed away from her. She didn't belong on the dark side. She wasn't supposed to be with him. She deserved a better man, not one who was as broken as he was.

Leaning back, he slipped out of her, gritting his teeth to not groan out loud as the loss of the intimate contact felt like someone had slammed a fist into his heart. She wasn't supposed to touch him, she wasn't supposed to touch his heart, she wasn't supposed to touch his dark soul. He wasn't supposed to feel anything beyond passion. This was supposed to be nothing else than sex to relieve the tension between them. How could he have known that she would be the first woman in like forever who caused a crack in the wall around his heart?

He jumped to his feet, searching for his clothes and putting them on with sharp movements, not even looking once at her as she stood up to get dressed herself. He wanted to give a smartass comment, wanted to show her that what just happened didn't mean anything. But somehow he wasn't able to.

As he shrugged into his jacket he looked up, meeting her eyes for the first time and sucked in a breath as he saw the determined look in them. She expected him to make fun of it, he could see how she prepared herself for the inevitable blow and he had to gulp hard to not tell her what he really felt.

"I'm not a good man, Emma." Her given name coming over his lips sent a shiver down her spine and Emma relaxed slightly as he saw the honesty shining in his eyes. She'd expected a cruel comment, she'd expected him to shrug it off. The tenderness in his voice almost brought tears to her eyes, the look in his eyes making her heart ache. "But for just a second when I was in you … I forgot who I am. But I can't be a better man. I don't have it in me." Raising his hand, he threaded his fingers through her hair, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against her lips.

"I can't change. Not even for you." Stepping back, he gave her a last look before he turned around and left, walking briskly through the trees almost running as if he couldn't get away from her fast enough.

"Change?" Emma whispered as she stared into the shadows he'd just disappeared into and knowing with utmost certainty that no one was around to hear her she added softly. "I don't want you to change."

It had been nearly impossible to chase him out of her thoughts before, but after this night, after showing her how great of a lover he was, she didn't know how she should ever be able to get him out of her head. Because her body felt as if he had branded her, her skin prickling wherever his beard had abraded her and every single nerve ending in her body was still humming with pleasure.

He would follow her. In her thoughts. Now more than ever. Day and night.

But her greatest fear was that she would never forget how being in his arms had felt like the only place she truly belonged. She feared that one night with him, seeing this glimpse of what could be between them, might have completely ruined her for any other man.

I would really love to hear your thoughts. Like I said, I've never written about any couple without actually having seen all their scenes. I blame AMiserableLove for getting me hooked (I love this pun) on this couple. Not that I needed much convincing. I'm a sucker for bad boys! :-)

I'm pretty sure I'm not done with them yet, but first I really need to catch up with the show before I write another story. But do not fear, I'm definitely joining the dark side. :-)