[A/N: I do not own OUAT nor do I own the characters/ I do however own this story. And yes this story will switch POV between Belle and Killian a lot. Also if you don't like Killian Jones/Hook and Belle as a pair then please do not read this! Please enjoy this prologue!]
Belle ran her fingers over her husbands knuckles on his right hand. His light snore indicated that her actions successfully went unnoticed. She lifted his hand to kiss on each round knuckle, tasting his salty flesh. Her blue eyes fluttered up to his form, the peaceful face that was upon his unshaven face.
His eyes shifted under his lids and she knew not to wake him while he dreams. The most wonderful stories came from this beautiful man. Belle had many books in their home, many she read about sword fights, Prince whoever coming to save his damsel. She just loved the adventures that her lover went on, sometimes on the sea as a Pirate. Yes yes those had to be her most treasured stories.
Her finger tips went down his unclothed toned arm and to his stub, grazing the disfigured flesh with care. She felt the muscles twitch in his arm and stopped fearing he would wake. Not that she was afraid, far from that, just the mornings were her time to look at him, vulnerable, relaxed, and most of all the most beautiful sight to witness. My captain.
She removed herself from the bed, placing both feet on the hardwood floor. The creek was louder then she wanted but he didn't even flinch. She grabbed the teal robe and flung it around her shoulders enjoying the warmth versus the cold from the slight draft in the house. Belle quickened her pace to her slippers and slipped her small cold feet in the cotton, wiggling her toes she smiled and gracefully went down the stairs
Killian awoke to the smell of eggs and sweet syrup, which by that time had flooded the house and made his belly grumble with urgency for his slow brain coated with sleep to catch up with his starving body. His wife did make good breakfast, fit for a king, yet Killian was nothing at all like a king, he made due with what he had. And he could never ask for anything more the his beloved wife Belle. He couldn't recall how they met exactly, but that they had been married for a good amount of years. Oddly he couldn't place the exact number. However he knew they were really young when they heard wedding bells in their ears, but not like they'd listen to others opinions on the subject. She loved him and he loved her, it was good enough in his book.
He let his arms and legs stretch out , hearing the satisfying pop in his joints signaled he needed to finally get his body up and out of bed. He had work in an hour and he hated being late. He was a local fisherman for the Storybrooke docks. He supplied Granny with all her daily seafood products, which made him remember she could fix a mean lobster platter. Which that didn't help his aching stomach, leaving it only to growl again as if cursing at him for his laziness. Just as he had planted his feet to the floor, his cell buzzed loudly in his ears. He nearly smashed the poor thing, but because it had to be work related he kept his cool.
"Hello..?" He said rubbing his face with his good hand while balancing the phone with his shoulder.
"Good morning Captain!." Came a very thick accent obviously filled with rum.
"Morning Will..." Killian let out a huff, he hated dealing with a drunk at this time in the morning. When all the fishing he'd be doing would be fishing the poor sap out of the water. He would never forget when his friend fell off the very still boat while puking his guts out, he drove the fish away and broke their only net, letting all the catch of the day go. You try coming back and telling Granny that, she nearly took both their heads off.
"I really.." *Hiccup* "Need a ride today.." *hiccup* Killian had to move the phone from his ear when the man let out a huge belch and then proceeded to what sounded like more rum going down the bloody mans throat.
"Well you better get in that bloody damn shower yeah? And then get yourself ready, and I'll be there nine o clock sharp." Killian said eyes lingered to the door. He hoped the food wasn't getting cold.
The only reply on the other side was a mutter of 'Yeah' and 'Sure' then the line when dead. Killian put the phone down and stood up going to the dresser to get his prosthetic hook. Many people had questioned him about it. Why had he not gotten a real looking hand? Why some weapon? They thought the back story to his missing hand was something dark and sinister. When in fact it had been a nasty accident with a miniature shark they liked to call Croc.
He mad a very soft grunt as he adjusted the hook and made sure the straps were in place. All he needed was to loose his substitute hand to. He slid on a black long sleeved shirt and pull on his faded black jeans and walked down the stairs. Thankful to see the food was still steaming on the plate. Yet he ignored the grumble from his belly when he saw the angel at the sink. Her humming was very pleasant, and she did it each morning as she washed the dishes and read a chapter from her favorite book. Sneaking up behind the shorter woman, he wrapped his arms around her waist making sure not to get her with the hook.
She didn't jump or tense up, merely melted into his body like warm butter on pancakes. Her humming stop as she turned in his arms.
"Good morning Mrs. Jones." He said pressing himself against the voluptuous beauty before him. His hand snug on the groove of her hip.
"Good morning to you Captain." She said her words filled with something he knew so well. God she turned him on.
"If only I was off today.." He said into her brunette locks. "If only."
She laughed pressing her hands against his firm chest. "Tonight will be so much better with all the waiting and wanting you have to go through." She smirked with her sinful lips. Maybe Will be drunk today would be a good thing.
He made his way out the door after breakfast (having to simply make himself a sandwich out of it being almost late to pick the other man up) and into his car, which had a hard time starting every morning. Then it took an hour for William to even get his ass to the car. Getting to their destination in two hours when the dock wasn't but a few miles away was amazing to him.
Killian parked the car and looked towards his friend. His eyes widened when he saw the man had in his hands the breakfast sandwich. Like daggers his eyes stroke holes in the mans unaware eyes. "Will...why on gods bloody earth are you eating MY sandwich?" He said almost ready to slap around the drunkard.
William only looked over with a 'oh this is yours?' and tried to hand it back. Killian looked down at the three huge bites taken from the sandwich and glared. This was the most unbelievable day. Then he looked down in the bag Belle had given hi and a note was sticking out. He quickly grabbed it and read the contents.
Hey babe,
I put an extra sandwich in there just in case Will eats the first.
Love you -Belle
He smiled and placed the note back in the bag and tucked it under his arm. Though still mad at his friend for that cruel act, you don't take a mans food. He still figured the food for sober his pal up, so he wasn't so mad anymore.
He got out of the car, hitting the trunk button and quickly garbing the gear. "Will go start her up will ya?" Killian watched as the man staggered off just a bit, but the ride had nearly knocked him into soberness and that bloody meal he helped himself to.
Killian stood to look over at the second beauty in his life. The Jolly Rodger. Long day ahead, he just knew it.
[A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter of my story! Also before I get reviews like 'Hook wasn't even in storybrooke!' or 'That's not how the show went!' of coarse not! This is my "Fanfiction", its not meant to be just like the show. If it was what fun would that be? :D Besides I am only moving around a few things to fit for this, such as hook being apart of the curse and Belle not being in the asylum, and her not being in the arms of Rumpel (Least not in this story :3 even though I love me so Rumpel & Rumbelle). Please drop a review! I will make sure to answer as many as I can!]
