Born to Die

by bouncingcrow

Argh. I have tried so very hard to ignore this and not obsess and write and...well, clearly I've failed. Listening to Lana Del Rey, I thought that Born to Die would make an excellent "songfic," so in the same style as my Avengers fic Bread and Butter, I present Born to Die, which follows Emma and Killian throughout some of their pivotal moments in the series. CaptainSwan

1. Feet don't fail me now

Feet don't fail me now; take me to the finish line

Her fingers dug into the tough leather of his lapels, pulling him forward into her. She wasn't entirely sure why she was doing this.

Pride was maybe an option; she hated being challenged.

Ok, yes, some lust was in there, as well. She wasn't immune to an attractive man who continued to show interest in her.

Gratitude wasn't actually in the equation, if she were being honest. Yes, she was grateful, but to pay him for being an honorable man, showing good form, as he would say, seemed dishonest.

Her lips crashed into his, and she felt him tense. She pushed her left hand up into his hair, tugging gently to let him know that this wasn't a trick, and the initial fierce meeting of their lips ended, only to be followed by another. As the shock wore off, she felt his own hand move to her neck, pulling her forward into him.

Oh yeah, definitely some lust, Swan, she admitted, as his tongue danced over hers.

And not one-sided, either, not that that was a surprise. She rocked against his body briefly, letting the sparks fly freely. She suddenly found that this was something she could and would take further, those sparks starting to kindle. Now was not the time, nor the place, and she could count on both hands – no joke intended there – the reasons that this was a bad idea.

She pulled hard on his lapels, and he stepped further into her space, as his arms were around her. She forced herself to pull away from his lips, inhaling frantically to try and slow her heartbeat and center herself again.

Their breath mingled between them, as Hook managed to breathe out, "That was-"

But she didn't want to know what he was going to say. Perhaps she knew, but the answer was no, "A one time thing," she finished for him.

And then she pulled away completely, forcing herself to turn around, willing her legs to move away from him, "Don't follow me. Go get some firewood or something," she called, not able to turn to look at him again for fear of not getting away.

His words followed her, "As you wish."

She smiled despite herself and managed to get past the threshold that would allow her to put the memory of that kiss away for a while.