"You've got a piercing-eyed, smoldering pirate here who loves you."
He can't help but tease her, mischief dancing in his gaze, as his arms hold her close, wrapped tightly around her waist.
The brief moments where the darkness is kept far away happen to be most often when she's around him. His love for her and hers for him pushes past the strangling feeling the darkness presents and she feels light and free. Perhaps this is what true love feels like, but it does not matter to her whether they're considered "true loves" because the way her heart feels, the way he makes her feel- that's more than some title- it's more than she ever imagined she could feel- it's more than enough for her.
His smolder lingers on his lips, but his eyes are crinkled at the corners with love for her. She can't help herself but launch herself at his lips with such intensity that makes her cling to him as the love that she feels for him makes her head dizzy with ardor.
As many kisses as they've shared, since letting those three words slip past their lips, each kiss has seemed more passionate than the last. His insistent mouth gently pushes past her lips, sending a wild tremble down her back, as he pulls her tighter against him. He pulls back after a moment, still holding her in place, but she's not ready for the moment to end. Instinctively, her hand moves to his head, her fingers running through his hair, and she pulls him back to her. He chuckles and whispers against her lips, "minx," before he kisses her softly and sweetly, over and over again.
Finally he pulls away from her, a soft sigh escaping her lips,and his eyes say all she needs to know. Come home to me, my love. With a soft squeeze of their hands, he makes his way back to Granny's. He can't bear to say the words goodbye and neither can she.
Her hand immediately goes to the ring that she wears on a chain around her neck. Home is the place that when you leave, you miss it and if she's being honest with herself, she already misses Killian Jones.