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Chapter 14: August.
Emma was full aware of where she was long before opening her eyes, she felt safe. Her green eyes fixed on the cupboard above her head. She had crumbled down last night, and Killian had picked up all her pieces. Safe. That feeling was new for her, she lived always at the edge of the knife, ready to jump and fight at any moment, never being able to sleep in peace or to find peace in her sleep.
Last night she realized Killian loved her. Emma wondered why, nobody had done so before. Not even when she was a cute toddler, or a smart green eyed five years old. No one had loved her when she was innocent and pure, she was a common girl now, why would anyone love her?
Killian did. Or so she thought.
Emma wondered if she loved him too, surely she cared for him, she trusted him... love was a rare word for Emma Swan. She got up, still swaying a little because of the headache, and tried to cover at least an inch more of her legs with the t-shirt Killian had lent her.
Emma excited her small room, she padded barefoot until she reached the staff washroom, leaning into the walls to balance. She wanted to take a shower, before opening the door she realized there was no shower there.
She walked a few steps more and stopped in front of the captain's quarters, her hand resting on the knob. She had never been inside his room, she hadn't ever seen it. Killian had forbidden it.
But now she lived in the Jolly Roger. Rules were changing.
The door squeaked open and Emma had to cover her mouth in surprise. His room was the very definition of luxury, wealth, flamboyance, lust and oddly piracy. The room was full of luxurious discordant furniture, as if from different lootings.
Emma grabbed the doorframe and leaned forward, not daring to enter, but the curious girl in her couldn't help taking a look.
A desk of rich mahogany, hand crafted for sure, with gems and metals embedded. The wing chair that was in front of the desk and the chaise longue were upholstered in red silk embroidered with what Emma would swear was gold thread. Several ebony and rosewood shelves decorated with golden inlays and full of old documents, rolled maps and ancient books, were placed along the walls. A coffee table carved in oriental style of one single piece of olive wood, surrounded by exquisitely embroidered cushions. She could go on with the wonders the pirate lair contained, each item more beautiful than the last.
Emma stepped inside. The big windows lit the room and every golden object in there glowed. Killian slept surrounded of gold. Gold chandeliers, statues, chests and vases of different types, styles and eras - even the walls were decorated with gold leaf!-. Beneath her bare feet was a richly woven silk rug, gold and maroon colors. Several other rugs were scattered over the floor, overlapping here and there.
She opened her mouth in disbelieve, not even the movies' sets were so great.
At the back of the room; between the two large picture windows, the floor scantily higher compared to the rest of the room; stood the large four poster bed, covered with black and gold velvet. The dark curtains closed.
It was a monument to passion and lust. She rolled her eyes, that room was so Killian, dark but appealing, almost irresistible. Almost.
Emma stood next to the bed, the shower totally forgotten, intrigued by what was within the closed curtains. She shouldn't be there. With trembling hands she opened the curtain. Killian was asleep on his back, completely naked not been for his prosthetic contraption and a red silk sheet bundled around his waist. Oh goods, she shouldn't be there.
She tried not to look at his sturdy and perfect chest and long legs, ignoring the trail of dark hair that disappeared into the sheet, ignoring the alluring scars, focusing in his face.
Damn. Why was she there in the first place? Sneaking into a man's bedroom? The smart voice in her head kept telling her to turn around and run, but her fingers itched to reach out to him and brush away a lock of black hair.
Despite all her good sense she did the last.
In a heartbeat Killian grasped her wrist, pulled her into him and flipped them both so she was pinned on the bed and his body flush against her. Emma, effectively immobilized, felt his hook on her neck, her heart threatened to pop out of her chest. Killian opened a blue eye, focusing his gaze on her face, at inches from his, then his other eye slowly opened and his eyebrow rose in slow-motion.
"Emma?" His voice was groggy with sleep. "Morning love." He smiled at her, letting go her wrist he pushed himself up, their bodies just together from waist down; and used his hook to caress her face, it send shivers all over her body.
The realization of her wearing just a t-shirt and her panties fell on her; suddenly her mouth was completely dry. "Mmmorning." She swallowed. What was she thinking in the first place!
"I've a rule lass." Emma gasped as his pupils dilated until the blue of his eyes was almost a memory. "Just naked women on or in my bed." She began to tremble, just one thought in her mind as his face approached hers - Mr. Jones, her boss, the captain, the fake pirate, her friend, her Killian was going to kiss her.
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Mrs. Roberts took the phone at the first ring; she was waiting for his call.
"Mrs. Roberts? I'm Julius Peter, from the Social Services Center in Boston."
"I was waiting for you call Mr. Peter" This time the voice came clearer, the line not so static.
"How is she doing? Is Miss Swan adapting to the outside world?"
"She works as a waitress in a Restaurant ship, she is dating the owner." He groaned. "I think she's doing right Mr. Peter." A crumbling noise came from the other end of the line. "Besides it Mr. Peter, I've been investigating your past. Your name isn't on the Social Services database." She waited for a couple of seconds. "Are you related to her?"
The line died as August hung the phone. He gave a damn about Mrs. Roberts. He needed Emma to be alone!
He walked angry making his way through the crowd. This all could have been in vain, Baelfire was content with leaving her, he had just promised him he would send a stupid postcard once the curse broke and the man had plied to his whim! August had been sure Emma wouldn't be able to recover after Neal - Baelfire- betrayal, and now she had a boyfriend. He was sure Emma would be so closed to the world that she wouldn't be able to trust anyone enough could be prepare to love or be loved.
He wanted her to be ready for the moment she had to break the curse -alone and strong- August needed a warrior.
He stopped in front of the big screens that announced the next departures. Boston flashed on the screen.
He would have to watch her and her new boyfriend. There had to be something that could make Emma choose a life without love. Or maybe that new man wouldn't like to know who Emma really was -he wasn't going to tell him about her being the saviour obviously - but surely she hadn't told him about her time in jail or her son, the son she gave away. That kind of secrets could break any couple. What is she already told him?
August nodded to himself as he handled his flying ticket and passport to the waitress. Emma was mean to be alone until she broke the curse. Perhaps it would be necessary to take desperate measures.
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"Just naked women on or in my bed." Emma opened her mouth and a strangled cry left her gorgeous lips. Her emerald green eyes widened and her body began to shake under his. She was afraid. "I'm –I'm sorry lass." Hell, she was afraid because of him.
Killian rolled to his side and shook his head, trying to get rid of the lasts breaths of desire. Of course she was scared! A few days ago four men had tried to rape her and now he let out this flirting nonsense!
He sat at the edge of the bed and glanced to his siren, she was still in the middle of his bed, wearing his too short t-shirt. Bloody lass, he nearly took her there without a second thought. "I shouldn't have said that, I was only teasing."
"I'm the one who should apologize. I was looking for a shower." Emma sit down next to him completely flustered, her rosy lips and blush made her a thousand times prettier. For the goods of the seven seas sake, he wanted to kiss her so badly. Killian followed her eyes, feeling oddly exposed he secured the sheet around his waist.
"There's one over there darling."
As soon as Emma disappeared into his washroom he got dressed. If Emma intended to sneak into his room in the future he should sleep with some clothes on from now on. And definitely he would buy Emma a pair of pajamas. He smirked at the idea of buying silk nightgowns to his Swan lass instead. Her milky long legs were bloody glorious, even with the bandage. He shouldn't think of it, but he was a pirate after all.
He could look and not touch, what could be wrong with that?
Please tell me that the last scene is not forced, but I couldn't picture them kissing so soon. (I've a special kiss scene ready, you will never see it coming! Muahahahah!)
What do you think that August will do to separate Emma and Killian? I have an idea in mind that I hope you like... but I would love to know what do you think... she ended up in jail last time so he could be pretty mean!
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