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Chapter 7

First Date Disasters

Killian and Whitney had been sitting in Granny's for two-and-a-half hours, just talking. Whitney learned that her was a "sailor" and she listened to him talk about his adventure with such amazement. She would never admit that she was indeed jealous. While he sailed the beautiful waters and visited far off lands, she was stuck in boring ole Storybrooke. Although she loved telling the towns children her stories of horrifying creatures that lurked in the shadows, dark magic that could control even the purest of hearts, cutthroat pirates that would steal your treasure (and virginity) without a second thought, she longed to go out into the world and have REAL adventures of her own.

Killian was telling her of the time he was in the middle of uncharted waters ad there was a horrendous storm. He almost didn't make it to morning. He fabricated his stories, of course. With Wendy having no memory of who she was, there was no telling what she would do if he told her the storm was actually a kraken. Although, it would be a very interesting, and amusing, scenario. As he continued telling her his tale, Killian could see the childish joy in her eyes fade into sorrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Killian gave her a look that told her 'you're not fooling me.' Whitney sighed, realizing that her weak attempt to mask her true feelings was a useless one.

"It's your stories."

"Am I boring you?"

"Oh no, GOD NO! It's just…they sound too wonderful. I would love to get away from here and just explore. You know, not caring where I went, it's the journey that matters."

Killian smiled at his Wendy with a smile that not even his Milah could have brought to his surface. Seeing her act like the wondering child he had met all those years ago kept that flame of hope aglow. He reached across the table and gently touched her hand with his. Whitney stared at his hand touching hers and she tried hard not to blush, but she could feel the heat rise up her cheek. She looked back at him and saw something on his face that she could not place.

"I would be more than happy to take you with me, little bird."

Whitney's blushing cheeks turned pale, as did the rest of her. She pulled her hand away from his and looked at him with confusion and a bit of fear.

"W-what did you just call me?"

All of a sudden everything went black and the last thing Whitney remembered was her date crying out her name.

FLASHBACK/DREAM?

She looked at the window that showed the night sky and it's glimmering stars, the moon full and unusually big. The water was black and calm. She could not have asked for a more beautiful night. She took a deep sigh and continued watching the world outside. She was completely lost in her dreams, but was pulled away when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves gently around her tiny waist. She jumped a bit in surprise, but a smile spread to her ears when she realized it was Him. The man of her dreams and the on she could not bare to be parted from, not for one second. She cold feel his beautiful lips leave a trail of sweet kiss up the left side of her neck to her ear.

"You, missy, she be in bed."

She turned to look at the handsome man before and could not help but to just stare and admire him for a moment. That dark hair that gave him more of an evil look, those luscious lips which called to her at every moment, and his eyes. God, those eyes that made her weak and want melt in his arms.

"It's hard to sleep in that big bed when you're not there with me."

He brought his hand up to her cheek and gently stroked it. It did not seem so long ago that she spent every waking moment trying to kill him, but now? Now she was his and he was her and both would not have had it any other way. Not being able to control himself any longer, he crushed his lips to her and began to kiss her with such fiery passion. His good hand held onto her head firmly, and his hooked one grasped her waist tightly for fear that she might try and push away.

Her hands glided up his chest and stayed there, feeling the toned figure underneath his shirt. However, she soon grew more needy and slid her hands down to the hem of his black shirt. She began to pull his shirt up when his hands grabbed hers and pulled the away in protest. She pulled away from his kiss and looked at him with a hurt expression.

"Don't you want me?" she said in such a hurt tone that he nearly slapped himself for stopping her. He did want her, he wanted her more than anything else in the entire world. The only that was stopping him…was her.

"I do want you, more than you know." He brought his good hand back to her cheek and rubbed little circles with his thumb. "I just don't want to hurt you. I couldn't forgive myself if I did."

She pulled him into a tight embrace and they just stayed like that for what seemed like forever. She brought her face back to his and looked at him with such fierceness and confidence.

"I'm ready. I want you to take me to that bed and love me. I want us to join together: mind, body, and soul. Please, don't be afraid to hurt me. I know you won't." She kissed him and he kissed her back. The kiss was filled with such love and passion that it drove them both to the edge. Killian pulled away and looked at the angel before him.

"I love you, little bird."

END FLASHBACK/DREAM?

Whitney awoke with a start and gasped. What the hell kinda dream was that? Whitney sat up and her eyes darted across the room. She was in her room now, in her bed, in her pajamas. But wasn't she at Granny's with Kyle before? Whitney hesitantly turned to the side of the bed a carefully threw her legs over and onto the floor. She stood up, but lost her balance and ended up crashing onto the floor. As quickly as she had fallen, the door swung open and there stood Tiffany with a worried look on her face. Her eyes automatically went to the bed and when she didn't see Whitney there, she scanned the floor. Her eyes locked with Whitney's and she saw her sprawled on the floor on the other side of the room and Tiffany practically leaped across the bed to get to her friend.

"Oh my God, Whit! Are you okay?!"

Whitney opened her mouth to answer, but before she could reply Tiffany pulled her to her feat and laid her back down on the bed.

"You scared the shit outta me, you know that? When I got that call from the hospital-"

"Wait, I was at the hospital? Jeezus, how long have I been out?!"

Tiffany glanced down at her watch, then back to her friend.

"You've been out for a good 10 hours, hun. I was beginning to think you were under some sleeping spell. I'm sorry, Whit, but I told Kyle point-blank that I was not going to kiss you."

This caused her friend to giggle and it made Tiffany happy to see that she her normal, happy self. She was scared half to death when she got to the hospital and saw Whitney all pale and seemingly lifeless.

"Though, Kyle didn't seem to hesitate to volunteer to be your awakener."

Whitney blushed a crimson red which made Tiffany laugh even harder. Whitney brought her hand back and slapped her friend on the arm for laughing at her embarrassment. That did not seem to help though. Tiffany continued to laugh harder and harder, louder and louder. After awhile, Tiffany had calmed down and Whitney could see that her eyes that were perfectly coated with shimmery eye shadow was now smudging from the tears she had in her eyes. Whitney could not help but laugh at the sight of her friend. Poor thing looked like a raccoon!

"Yes, yes, laugh all you want. I know I look like a mess."

All Whitney could manage was a nod.

"Oh, by the way. Belle called and asked if you could come back soon and read for the kids. I told you that you were in very bad condition at the moment, but seeing that you are back to your cheery ole self again you should probably give her a call and set up a date."

Whitney gave Tiffany and okay and rested her head back on the pillow. Tiffany was about to exit the room when she stopped dead I her tracks and turned back around to face Whitney.

"Speaking of date, you should probably go see Kyle once you have your strength back. He's been worried sick about you."

Tiffany turned back around to leave, but not before she say a blush creep onto her friend's face. But it wasn't an innocent kind of blush. Oh no! It was the kind a girl got when she thought about something…dirty?