[Emma's hand is at Hook's throat, but she's not pushing him away. With Emma, that's about as close to leaping in his arms as he can get. It makes him grin and bite her lip before pressing back into the kiss. It's about bloody time they did this. Everything feels right now. Maybe it's because of how much work it took to get her here, but he thinks she tastes better than the other women he's had this century. Or maybe it's her modern world breath mints. Brilliant invention, those.
He slides his hook through one of her belt loops and pulls her hips against his. She can try and keep her distance above, but below he fully intends to let her feel how much he wants her.]
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He slides his hook through one of her belt loops and pulls her hips against his. She can try and keep her distance above, but below he fully intends to let her feel how much he wants her.]