Hi there! I hope you came over from my other story Chinese Food and a Movie, where this one-shot and a few others were originally posted. If you're a new reader, well hi there! Here's where I'll be posting one-shots, drabbles and whatever else comes to me from the sneak peaks and episodes of Season 4.
I hope you enjoy them!
This chapter starts after the premier.
Be Patient
She eyes him for a moment, clearly holding back on what she wants to say. Her face softens slightly and she is taking two small steps forward, tilting her head until her lips press softly against his. It's too quick. Before he can fully close his eyes and lose himself in her touch, before he fingers can tangle through her hair, before he can caress her face, the kiss is broken and she has stepped back.
"Be patient." She says a small smile on her face.
The words are out before he can stop them, sarcastic as ever. "I have all the time in the world. Unless another monster appears and kills me." She didn't hear him, already focused on finding whomever created the oversized, unfriendly snowman.
Be patient. He repeats the words over and over again in his mind. What exactly does that mean? Be patient until yet another crisis is fully resolved before she can spare an ounce of time for him? Be patient until they fall through another portal and she has no choice but to be alone with him? Be patient until Regina is happy again? Be bloody patient. He IS patient. He spent three hundred years in Neverland exacting his revenge on the Crocodile. If that isn't a show of bloody patience he doesn't know what is. Extremely frustrated he stomps through the forest, kicking at branches and rocks as he heads back toward town.
Still frowning and muttering to himself about patience, he comes upon Henry and David in front of Granny's.
"Killian, come join us?" Henry calls.
He walks toward the lad but doesn't sit at the extra seat. "I do not believe I am in the most appropriate mood for company, but I appreciate your offer. Please excuse me."
"My mom still being stubborn?" Henry asks.
Both men immediately turn to him. David looks incredibly confused and Killian is not at all interested in being the one to explain it to him. "Just a trying day." He thinks of a further excuse to exit, but only one thing comes to mind. Say lad, what is Netflix?"
"Oh it's awesome! You know how the tv works right? Well this gives you the ability to watch even more shows and movies than what is currently playing. You can watch an entire season of a show as quickly as you want and there are NO commercials." Henry explains excitedly.
Killian didn't quite grasp the concept but he had heard Emma and Henry talk of watching movies quite frequently so it wasn't entirely foreign. "I see. Thank you for the insight, but I must go." Down casting his eyes to avoid Henry's perceptive nature, he quickly enters the inn, taking the steps two at a time before entering his room. He stops himself from slamming the door, not wanting to make any waves with Granny.
Crossing the room the grabs the flask collecting dust on the table. Angrily pulling the cork out with his teeth, he swallows a large gulp, relishing as the harsh liquid burns down his throat. The rum here was nothing like the kind in the Enchanted Forest. It was stronger and for that he was grateful.
He hadn't a drink in nearly a week, being otherwise occupied with their recent adventures, but her voice taunted him. Be patient. He could still taste her lips on his. Could still see the way her eyelashes fluttered when he came too close. Could still hear the way her heart was pounding when landed on top of him after their first snow monster encounter. Could still smell her scent lingering around him. Could still feel she was keeping something from him.
Infuriating woman. Why couldn't she see how necessary it was to take advantage of the quiet moments. He understands she is the savior and that a quiet, peaceful life is not in the cards for her. Her guilt, he doesn't understand. Regina was ruthless; killing for the sake of killing. Even pirates have a higher moral code than that.
He felt himself become more annoyed, more frustrated, more defeated. Thinking about her, about their situation was doing nothing to improve his mood. He brought the flask to his lips again. Might as well get bloody knackered. Then she'll get out of my head.
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