Day 1 of Captain Wolf Week (Feb 3)

Prompt: Daughter | Touch

Summary: Killian Jones and Red are two lost souls just begging to feel something. Can they make each other feel again?

Love hunt me down
I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes

Killian Jones was not known to be a forgiving man. In fact, he was better known for his 300 years of plotting against Rumplestiltskin after his love was ripped from him. Beyond his revenge plot, he could not find anything to live for. He had numbed himself to all the things that could hurt him. No more family or possible loves. Women came and went, but saw nothing more than a room at an inn with him. He had no interest in replacing Milah. He didn't believe anyone ever could. Nobody else could make him feel anymore. Feeling anything but anger, hatred, and the lust for revenge was completely out of his range. There was no love waiting for him anymore because he had lost Milah. So instead of hoping, he was simply numb.

And feed me spark me up
A creature in my blood stream choose me up

Red felt the creature beneath her skin, fighting to get out. Rage built up within her, and she couldn't control it anymore. She could feel the wolf ripping through. Tears stained her cheeks as she thought about the damage she could do, what damage she already had done. The men from the kingdom she had killed, the hunting parties, Peter were all gone because of her. She just wanted to be numb. No more wolf, or anger, or pain. Just numb. She couldn't do that because she knew Granny wouldn't let her go down that road. And she knew all too well what happened when people got rid of their pain; the dwarves had explained what happened to Snow. But she didn't feel love the way she wanted to anymore. Even her love for Granny and Snow White was muted, dulled. It hurt too much to think of the idea that she could hurt them. But she had a severe problem not being numb. She just moved through life, hoping she wouldn't hurt anyone else.

So I can feel something
So I can feel something

She first laid eyes on the captain on one of her rare outings to the docks. The forest was her usual home, but every so often, she craved the life of her extroversion. She wanted to meet people, see the world, travel, and get away. Start fresh, but that couldn't happen. She was cursed with her wolf side, and damned to wear her hood until she was old and gray. She didn't want to live through her life feeling nothing, so she went out to see at least some of the sailors who came through with their tales of the sea. She would listen, and enjoy, but would deny the offers of adventure to return to her cottage. But there was something different when the captain of the Jolly Roger walked into her usual tavern. He had an air about him that Red couldn't help but pick up on. He seemed happy enough, though his anger was apparent right beneath the surface, but sadness was hidden beneath the layers. She could see it in his eyes. He looked tired, sad, and broken. Red knew that look far too well because she saw it whenever she looked in the mirror. So when he sat near her, commending her beauty, Red couldn't stand to tell him to leave.

Give me touch
'Cause I've been missing it
I'm dreaming of
Strangers
Kissing me in the night

Killian Jones spent the evening regaling the red-cloaked woman with his tales from beyond the world she knew. The light in her eyes at his stories reminded him so much of Milah. Milah had had a lust for adventure. She wanted to see the world, and the woman who sat across from him now had the same lust. This new woman reminded him so much of his Milah, and yet they were also so different. Milah wanted to escape her husband, but this red-cloaked woman wasn't looking to escape anything like that. She seemed to want to escape herself. "What's your name, lass?" the pirate asked after hours of telling tales over drinks.

"Everybody calls me Red," the woman replied with a smile and a slight blush gracing her cheeks.

"I'm Hook, captain of the Jolly Roger." He was surprised that after such a long conversation, neither of them had shared their names.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain," she replied with a grin. Red shocked even herself at that moment. She hadn't smiled like that since she had lost Peter. Since she had taken Peter away from herself. Something about Hook brought it out in her.

After talking over drinks well into the night about Killian's adventures, Hook fell back onto old habits. "Come to a room with me, lass?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had surely ruined any possibility of her staying with him any longer.

"I'm sorry, Captain, but I must get home."

"Why not find a new home?" he queried. He couldn't explain why he made the vague offer for her to join the crew. The Jolly Roger very rarely took on women, and yet here he was, making the offer.

"Perhaps one day, I'll run away with you," Red mused with a smile, "but today is not that day."

Still, despite her words, she reached up to kiss him. His good hand gripped her hip as he returned her kiss. A glimmer of the love he had once felt passed through him. Little did he know that Red had felt the same thing. Each was reminded of their past loves, but couldn't help noticing the differences. When Milah kissed him, it was almost like she was desperate. That she was afraid to lose him. Red was reminded of her stolen kisses with Peter, who simply loved her for who he thought she was. Hook seemed to sense that there was something about the passionate woman kissing him wasn't quite the same as most, and Red was not expecting anything from Hook.

They pulled apart, and Red smiled at him. "Off to sail the world, Captain?"

He nodded. "And one day, I'll take you with me," he said with a smirk.

When she left, he didn't feel the empty pain that he had felt when Milah was taken from him, but instead the hope of meeting that woman again. Because he felt something for the first time in far too long.

Red was no different. She couldn't wait to see the pirate breeze through with his ship and his crew with more stories of adventure, more kisses, and more feeling than she had felt in far too long. Someone made her feel something.

Just so I
Can feel something
You steal me away
With your eyes and with your mouth
And just take me back to in your house
And stare at me with the lights off

Their relationship continued on the same way for years. Every time he came to port, she was there at that same tavern. He would tell her the stories she loved to listen to, and they would lose track of time until the early morning hours. She would stay in rapture as he told his tales for hours upon hours, and at the end of the night, there was always a searing kiss and then she would return to wherever she needed to go. Either home to Granny's or the wolf pack, but she wouldn't go with him. But after she gained control of the wolf, and after she killed her mother, she knew she needed to change. She said good bye to Snow, and packed some of her things from Granny's before she heard about the Jolly Roger making port again.

Red couldn't resist. She went back to her usual tavern, but this time, she carried a bag with her. She had the cloak that her Granny had given her. It would keep her from changing as long as she knew when the full moon was. And even if she did change, she had control enough not to hurt anyone.

She sat among the sewer rats in the tavern, waiting for her pirate. And soon enough, he appeared. His eyes were immediately drawn to her, and the same easy smile graced his lips. As they always did, Red listened to his tales and got lost in his stories.

"I have seen some wild things in my time, love," he began when she told him she wanted to tell him something crazy. "There is very little that could surprise me."

Red took in a deep breath. He would be the first person she willingly told about her wolf. When she did tell him, he was shocked for a moment. "Well, my love, I do believe you found one of the few things that would surprise me."

"I just got it under control. I can change without hurting anyone," she said.

Killian gave her a curious look. "Why are you telling me about this, lass? You were closed lipped for a long time," he said.

Red breathed deeply. "Remember the first night we met, and I said one day I might run away with you?" Killian nodded his understanding. "I want you to ask me…"

Killian took in a deep breath. He knew that he had asked at least a hundred times for her to run away with him. After all of their late night conversations, and heady kisses before they separated for months at a time, he wanted nothing more than to ask her again and have her say yes. "Red, will you come away with me?"

Red bit her lip. "Yes."

She's not sure why she ever said no when he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His lips, his eyes, his everything drew her in like no one else ever had. Not even Peter had enticed her like Hook did now. "Does that mean we can go off to my ship, love?"

"Why yes, yes we can, Captain Hook," she said softly between kisses.

"Killian. Killian Jones, love," he replied quietly.

"Killian," she said as though she was testing how the name felt on her lips. The smile that graced them seemed to mean that she liked it. "Then off we go, Killian."

To feel something
In the night
When we touch
In the night
'Cause I've been lusting it

And off they went onto the ship, into his quarters for a night together, to feel something. And, for the first time since Killian remember, he felt love again. Red felt her love return to her through Killian, and together they had finally taken the steps to finding love again. Each hot kiss, each feather light tough, and every breathy moan had reaffirmed their blooming love for each other. The two were coming together, and learning to love again. Night after night, they came back to each other. Not just for lust, but for love.

Red had become part of the crew, and she went out to see the world with her new love. She had the man who had taught her how to be herself again. Killian was learning to love again, and he found his love in the kindred spirit that stood beside him at the helm of his ship with wind in her hair and adventure in her eyes. The two had managed to heal each other's hearts.

"What are you looking at, love?" Killian began one day when he found her gazing at the water over the back of the ship behind the helm. She turned and looked to him, her gentle smile gracing her face.

"Not looking at anything. Simply thinking."

"And what is filling that beautiful head of yours?"

"I love you," she said simply. Killian was taken aback for a moment. He knew very well how he felt about her. He also knew that she had feelings for him, but never had either of them admitted loving the other.

He took her face in his hand, and wrapped his hook around to her back. "I love you, too, Red."

They had found something to feel, and what they felt was love.