I don't own the characters, but kudos to who ever does cause you're probably loaded. I also wish I owned Colin O'Donoghue. That man is so sexy it is kind of unfair.
Wendy was packing up the last of the papers she had to grade when she heard the knock on her classroom door. "Come in." she called, "Oh, Emma! I heard you were back. I am so glad you and Snow made it through safely. Henry was so worried about you."
"Yeah, it was quite the…adventure. Listen, we brought someone back with us who wants to see you, and he won't take no for an answer."
Wendy's heart skipped a beat. Emma had said he, so it wasn't Tiger Lily, but who was it. She wanted so badly to see John and Michael again. Peter would be a welcome sight even though they hadn't parted on the friendliest terms. All of these thoughts were racing around in her head when he stepped in her door. It was like the world stopped turning, and all that existed in the world was his blue eyes looking into hers, at least until she dropped the stack of spelling tests she was holding.
"Oh god. Holy crap. Oh god oh god oh god," Wendy said to herself, dropping to her knees to pick up the scattered papers. "WHY?! Why now? You know what? I don't want to know. I just…I don't want to know."
Killian watched her with an amused expression before remembering the seriousness of why he really was there. "You do realize that I could be saying the same to you. After all, I did think you to be dead all these years…
"It seems you two have a lot to talk about, so I'm just gonna leave," Emma interrupted, practically running from the thick cloud of tension in the room.
"All I get is a 'Good bye Captain,' and you jump into waters full of mermaids and god only knows what else," he continued. "I thought you drowned, or eaten alive by any of the monsters lurking in those waters."
"Well I wasn't. I had a supply of dust I had stolen from Tink. And if you were so afraid for my wellbeing why didn't you jump in after me?" she shot back at him. She turned her back on him to stuff the jumble of papers into her bag and muttered, "It was your own fault anyway."
Wendy gasped as Killian grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, "My fault. My fault? Dear lord Wendy, sometimes I can't tell whether you're the smartest or the dimmest girl I know."
"Well then maybe I should remind you of our last conversation," she whispered venomously. "I said 'Tell me you love me,' and you laughed. You laughed and said 'I thought you wanted me to always be honest with you.' To that I replied 'I do.'"
"Then which is it Wendy, love or honesty," he finished, not wanting to look her in the eye. The two of them stood in silence for some time before he heard her sob. Killian looked up to see her leaning against her desk with tears running down her cheeks. "Wendy," he said softly, brushing his fingertips across her wet cheek, "What if I told you I was a coward. That the reason I didn't say it, why I've never said it to you, is because I am afraid of what that means for me. What that means for us."
Wendy looked up at him, her blue eyes shining with unshed tears, "I would tell you that cowardice never got anyone anywhere." She slid her hand around to the back of his neck and pulled his lips down to hers, brushing them softly at first, and then more passionately. Stepping back she looked him squarely in the eye, "And you don't deserve a woman like me, but since you're here I might as well bring you home."
Without having a moment to think about what was happening, Killian found himself being pulled along by his hook and shoved into the passenger seat of Wendy's car, "Wendy love, where are we going," he asked.
"Stop talking," she ordered, "You're just going to say something stupid and make me mad." At that he couldn't do anything but laugh. He knew she was right, but he didn't have time to come up with a witty response before being drug out of the car and into what he assumed was Wendy's house. As soon as she closed the door Killian knew what he needed to do, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall with his body, crushing her lips with his.
After that they were a flurry of hands, tugging off each other's clothes, and lips, doing their best to cover every newly exposed bit of flesh with kisses. Wendy guided them towards the bedroom, but not without hitting a few obstacles along the way. Finally he was able to lay her down on the bed, laying hot, open mouthed kisses down her torso while he divested her of her underwear. She was wound so tightly by that time that she nearly screamed when he licked her, and couldn't seem to catch her breath when he continued. She shattered, gasping his name like it was the only thing keeping her conscious.
Wendy pulled him up to her, placing a chaste kiss on his lips and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, "I don't need you to tell me you love me, but I do need you to know that I will love you for the rest of my life."
Killian knew that this was his moment. The moment to say what he had been too afraid say the day she left him, "Wendy Darling, I would surrender everything I have been for who you are, because nothing could make me stronger than the knowledge that your heart is mine." The sweetness of her smile nearly killed him as he leaned to take her mouth once more, guiding his aching member into her wet heat. Once again, after what had seemed to him like an eternity, they were joined. All worry seemed to fade from the world as they rocked together. She came again, whispering words of love in his ear. He wasn't long after her, sinking his hook into her mattress and moaning unintelligible words into her neck.
As they laid together in the fading light of the room, neither of them said a word, but both thinking of how their lives were going to change now that the truth had been spoken.
A/N: So I hope you liked it. I wrote it with my DVR paused on the good Captain's face...that's not creepy is it? Oh well, reviews are always loved as long as the criticism is constructive. 'Til next time.