Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Killian Jones smirked with an incredulous shake of his head as he watched the stumbling blonde ahead of him. She had been obstinately stubborn in refusing his help, swatting away his wandering hand a multitude of times. However, instead of the hot headed anger that would be usually flowing through his veins, Killian found himself only to be amused at her halfhearted attempt to push him away.
And halfhearted it was, of that he was certain. She may have professed her skills at reading people but he wasn't all that shabby in that area of expertise himself. Her eyes were a reflection of his. They mirrored his lust, his turmoil, his need and his desires. But he wasn't going to push.
Not yet.
And so he instead strolled at a lounging pace behind her. He was partially making sure that she wouldn't fall, partially admiring her slight figure from behind, but mainly making sure that this was real. Because even though he saw it right before his eyes, it was hard to believe that bloody Emma Swan of all people- was smashed into oblivion. Even in the short time he had known her, Killian had gotten a feel for her self-righteous character, and getting wasted at filthy bar did not coincide with his view of her.
He liked it.
This side of her.
Usually she walked around like she had a stick up her arse, she was so uptight. He had pegged her right from the minute he saw her with her worry lines and all, as this woman who had her guard walls up so high that not even a bit of fun could penetrate them. She was motherly. She was responsible. She was fierce. Stubborn. Determined. Moral and goody goody, and all that shit that he hated, that encompassed her.
Yet still, maybe she wasn't as predictable as he originally thought. She kept surprising him.
Like when she bested him.
Like when he found out she was princess- the most uncanny one he had ever met.
Like when he found out she had been a law breaker at a previous point in life.
None of it equated into the whole picture of the woman he saw today. There were too many puzzle pieces, fragmented and disjointed. He couldn't quite fathom how to read her or how to put her together.
One adjective he had never thought to use with her however, was carefree. The woman never let her hair down in a manner of speaking. And yet, it was beyond irritating and bloody well aggravating to find that he was attracted, verging on slightly obsessive, to this feisty, sarcastic, and overly responsible woman.
His subconsciousness naturally could not have simply wanted some leggy seductress or some wench who would easily jump into bed with him. No, that would have been too easy. Instead, he was captivated by a woman with volatile temper and a do gooder of the law.
Women, He sighed. Always the ruin of me.
Still Killian was resolved to poke some life back into her. He ignored the irony of statement that he himself was trying to instill her with a sense of life when his own life had lost all meaning- consisting only of a revenge that consumed his entire being. It was a darkness that was surely but steadily drowning him.
Well, until now. It was strange- this sensation, the softening of his heart. Of how even through all those years of frozen solitude, his heart was still able to melt. The sensation felt slightly awkward in his chest but also tenderly pleasurable and he was not at all ready to let go of the feeling that made him feel more alive than he had felt in years.
Mine. He growled to himself as he looked and coveted her slender form. It felt only right that she should belong to him, with him.
He was a bit of a possessive bloke; it was ingrained into the nature of every pirate.
"Hook" Emma's voice startled him from his reprieve and he glanced up at her. She was looking back at him, her face for once not overly defensive but more open and trusting. Smiling even. Go figure. Only alcohol could reduce such an uptight woman to such a loose and free creature.
He thanked the Gods even if he doubted they actually listened to the prayers of such an immoral and depraved man like himself.
"Yes love?" He drawled with an air of nonchalance.
"Not your love" was her automatic and drunken response.
Killian rolled his eyes to the skies "You lass, have a one track mind" he remarked dryly.
She smiled scathingly back at him, swaying on the spot as she tried to keep her balance.
"Don't hic, don't patronize me" Her blue eyes narrowed at him as she crossed her arms over her chest for the umpteen time. He had come to notice that defensive crossing of arms was one of her most favorite gestures.
"Ooo, Feisty. I like that" he said languidly.
Killian briskly walked towards her then, a wolfish grin on his countenance, and only stopped when he was mere inches away. Her breathe grew heavy at his proximity, eyes rounded with surprise as she looked at him and his rapid approach.
She looked so fucking feminine and fragile and fucking fuckable that it was all he could do to not rip her clothes off right then and there. Showing restraint for a pirate, he grabbed her hand and tugged her close instead. His hook ran down the length of her spine and she shivered as he pressed his lips against her temple.
She didn't stop him. Instead, she had hesitantly placed her soft hands on the front of his shirt as though unsure whether to pull him closer or throw him off. She was teetering on the edge and he continued his persistent onslaught. He caught her earlobe with his teeth, nibbling on it and he could feel her quivering in his grasp. He could see her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure.
"What are you thinking about in that curiously intoxicated head of yours?" he whispered against her neck.
"Honestly Hook" She whispered back "I was just thinking how you and I could never work out"
"Liar" He murmured against the crook of her neck.
It didn't discourage him and he didn't let her go. Instead, he smirked. She had obviously thought about it then. Him and her. Them. His advances had clearly not gone unnoticed as much as she tried to play being aloof. She was not as unfazed to him as she liked to presume. No, she was clearly in denial.
It was plaguing her. His confidence soared. He decided to try and probe more out of her. Killian was nothing if not persistent.
"And why wouldn't we work out love?" His hands wandering up and the down the expanse of her body as though he owned it. He touched every crevice of her warm skin that he could find.
She sighed and looked at him tiredly, caught in the expanse of his arms "There are so many reasons. I could spend all night explaining them to you till the sun shone and I was blue in the face, and I would still have more reasons. I just wish you would realize that and just, just stop trying" Emma let out with frustration.
He stared at her intensely and his body stilled. How could she not see how right this felt? Why was she so determined in them not working out? He knew he was a notorious pirate but she wasn't just some stereotypical princess. They were alike in more ways than one. Was it her reputation that she worried of? Would her moral reputation be tarnished by his immoral actions? Would her self-righteous parents frown down upon them? Why was she so cowardly and stubborn in not crossing this line?
Anger suddenly reared its ugly head and he tried to stifle it.
"Emma" Killian growled as she suddenly tried to struggle from their comprising position of entangled limbs and overall closeness.
"Let go of me Hook!" She mumbled in exasperation and with a sudden sharp flare of rage at her stupid beliefs and idiotic notions, he did. And she went flying backwards, landing on her ass.
He quickly knelt down beside her, pressing his face close to hers before she had time to sputter and protest in indignation at his sudden rough handling.
"Alright Swan, here's the deal" Killian said in a rush "I estimate that we have another forty five minutes before we find our way back to your domain. If you can list ten fool proof reasons of why we wouldn't work out then I promise, on a pirate's code, that I will never disturb your life again. If however, as I think, you can't come up with ten reasons that I can't thoroughly counteract then I get to spend the night—with you"
She glanced up at him briefly, confidence brewing on a face that had broken into a glorious smile.
"Challenge accepted" She announced. "I could come up with so many more reasons then ten. Really Hook, I honestly think you just like losing to me" She said cheerily.
Emma cocked her head at him mockingly and he shrugged casually.
"Very funny love. But don't count your chickens before they hatch. I don't think I'll be saying goodbye to you anytime soon" Killian drawled, dark eyes glittering.
In fact he was positive. Killian could not think of one reason why they shouldn't be together.
A/N. I Hope you liked the chapter. There will only be one more chapter I think. I reedited and added bits to the first chapter and will probably correct whatever mistakes I made in this chapter before I post up my last.
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