This is inspired by the song Be Still by The Fray. Just something to dabble with while we're on winter break awaiting the premiere of 5B in march!
Summary: Pirate captain, Killian Jones, seeks shelter from a winter storm on the sea. He finds himself in a familiar port with a familiar face.
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or Be Still by The Fray.
When darkness comes upon you
and covers you with fear and shame.
Be still and know that I'm with you.
-The Fray
Killian's breath fanned from his mouth in a white cloud, signaling the storm that rolled underneath the Jolly's hull. Had he not been a pirate, and naval soldier before that, his sea legs would have gave way under the tremendous rolls his ship gave at the mercy of the grey sea. He hated winter, passionately.
A wicked smile, one that deserved the title of a pirate, uncurled on his face. The familiar land form loomed on the horizon. His body hummed in anticipation. He'd waited months for this. Misthaven was a kingdom he had stumbled upon after returning from his last voyage from Neverland. Little did he know, he would grow quite fond of the port.
The gang plank rattled as it found purchase on the dock. Most of the crew rambled down the worn wood, not giving their captain a second glance after being dismissed. Killian himself would ramble through the streets, find purchase in a tavern, and ultimately find his way back to his cabin upon the Jolly. Not that he minded. He actually prefered it to the brothels he would find ashore.
"Cap'n…" He glanced to his first mate, Smee. The short man wrung his red beanie through his hands. He pulled a list of supplies from his leather coat, thrusting it at the man.
"I want this taken care of tomorrow. Tonight is yours, but I highly recommend taking care of business." The smaller man nodded, departing down the plank like the rest of the crew. Glancing around the deck, Killian heaved a sigh before he too, departed his ship.
The streets were already covered in a dusting of snow, with small flakes spitting through the air, as Killian walked. He ducked gracefully into a pub, shaking the white from his black leather. As he glanced up, he could see the barmaids making their way towards him already. He smiled to himself as he made his way towards the back corner, finding a table to occupy. Within minutes, one of the barmaids had set his rum in front of him, not bothering with a glass.
He gently sipped, taking in the activity around him. Several tables were full of men trying their hand at poker, or dice. Other tables were occupied by men trying to quench needs that went unfulfilled on the sea. A glance outside told him the storm had hit full force now, sending villagers quickening their pace or ducking into taverns. Snow danced in circles, piling up in the streets and atop buildings. Killian frowned, digging out his tab, making his way towards the door. He wasn't particularly fond of several feet of snow to trudge through.
He climbed down the ladder to his cabin, making sure the hatch to the deck was secure. He stopped to light the lantern that sat atop his desk. He turned, only to be frozen in place. Her cloak was cream in color, only allowing small amount of golden hair to show. Her slender hands sat perched in her lap. His heart thumped erratically.
"Lost lass?" He hoped his voice didn't sound as shaky as he thought. He could see a flash of white in the shadow of her hood as she smiled. His breath caught in his throat as she flipped her hood from atop her head. Her green eyes met his blue, just as striking as he remembered.
"No, I think I'm in the right place Captain." Her voice was a deadly purr. She stood then, making her way towards him. He was helpless, frozen in place. Her hand reached upward, cupping his face in a move that almost made his knees buckle.
"Well in that case, I'm quite glad to hear you've found what you desired." Her smile broadened.
"Hmm. I can guarantee that I desire it." His lips parted in response, body tensing for her. His hands slipped into her hair, pulling her face to his. The kiss wasn't chaste, it was heated and full of promise.
"Gods lass." He breathed, pulling back panting. Her lips trailed down the column of his neck, finding the spots that she knew would push him over the edge. "If you only knew how many nights I lay awake thinking of you." She pulled back then.
"Show me." That finally unfroze the pirate captain. Picking his goddess up, he strode towards his bed, laying her gently across it. Her cloak, dress, and corset found purchase on the floor of his cabin, their only job for the night to warm the floor. His leather followed suit as he crawled up her, kissing every each he could find.
"Killian." The keen of her voice made his member strain even harder against the flat plains of his stomach.
"Oh Emma." He brushed her mound with his hand, feeling the moisture there. "Gods you're so ready." She arched upward into his hands.
"Only for you." He lined up against her heat, wetting himself with her arousal. After the months by himself, that alone almost drove him crazy. He cupped her face with his hands, bringing her mouth to his as he pushed gently into her. They swallowed each other's moans.
He moved slowly, not wanting to rush the ending. The blonde beneath him squirmed, getting closer with each of his thrusts. He could feel the tightening of her walls, milking her until she finally fell. His name tumbled from her lips almost in prayer. He chased behind her, finding his finish just moments after her.
Eventually, he found the strength to leave her and find rags to wash up with. He reverently dabbed her flesh, not willing to harm a single hair on her body. Once he was done, he returned to her side to find her lids drooping. He pulled her into his side.
"Sleep, my swan." He could feel the shake of her head as she mumbled into his chest.
"Don't want to waste time." A sad smile found it's way to his face.
"The storm will war for several days lass. We have time." Her hands stilled where they drew patterns across his abdomen.
"Must you leave?" It was so quiet and hesitant that he almost missed the question. He frowned.
"You know I can't just give up, love." A sigh escaped her, making Killian's cold heart almost break.
"I know." He placed a kiss on the crown of her head, imagining the one that actually sat there most days.
"How's the palace treating you, my queen." She slapped his bare chest lightly.
"It's dreadfully boring. It's a shame there are no dashing pirates around to keep a girl occupied." She flashed him a wicked smile, while he growled.
"Mine. No one else's." He twisted, tackling her back against his mattress. He knew it was a selfish thing to say, but he was a pirate after all.
CS
The snow fell gently now, as Killian looked across the grey water. What would life away from water be like? To ride horses everywhere and not have a vessel to navigate all of the realms? He frowned, clenching his grip on the railing. He couldn't imagine the monotony of it, no pillaging and plundering. No, Killian Jones was no longer an honourable man.
The slide of slender arms around his waist shook his thoughts. He covered her hands with one of his, not wanting to be separate from her while the Jolly was still in port. He felt her cheek press between his shoulder blades, melting the lingering tension from his shoulders.
"It's almost over isn't it?" Her question was muffled against his back. Sighing, he turned and gathered her in his arms.
"Yes. The sea will be calm by nightfall." He felt her breath catch. "I wish you could come with me, love." She nodded, not offering words.
"If Neal was older, I could." He smiled wryly as he remembered his time infiltrating the castle. His headstrong princess had saved his skin from execution, much to her parent's chagrin. Yes, Emma was the only reason he was still alive. So why, he thought, couldn't he give up the sea for her? He frowned.
She cleared her voice as she turned to look at him. He could see tears glittering in her eyes, similar to the emerald that set in one of his rings. Gods why was this so hard? Glancing at his right hand, the glimmer of a ring caught his attention. He had taken it from a pirate years ago. Legend claimed it would keep it's owner from death. Decision made, he slid the ring from his finger.
"C'mere lass." Questions swirled in her eyes as she made her way to him. "I want you to keep this. That way you don't forget me in that large palace of yours." Her laugh was breathless, like it was painful. Several tears leaked from her eyes as he placed the ring in her palm.
"I could never forget you, Killian." He barked a humourless laugh, attempting to ignore the way his heart thumped painfully at the sound of his name on her lips.
"I'll see you again lass. I promise. I'll always find you." Several more tears, a lingering kiss, and Killian was left on deck. Alone. Taking a shuddering breath, he faced his crew.
"A'right then, you sorry sods. Get to work! We've not all day!" They familiar port grew fainter and fainter, and soon Killian was only left with a pale mark on his right ring finger as a reminder.