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Sword fight time, and yes, the whole conversation is supposed to be dirty. It was fun!
Killian let Bernadette steer the ship and left her at the wheel for hours. She finally understood why Killian enjoyed it, the peace and view were breathtaking.
But he came looking for her with another lesson in mind. "You need to learn how to handle a sword better, love." He all but whispered in her ear.
Had they not been in a relationship, Bernadette would have rolled her eyes. But now, everything was different. Mostly, at least. His statement could be taken in more than one way.
She couldn't stop the silly smile that was growing on her face as she turned to face him.
"Get your mind out of the gutter; this could save your life one day." He removed her hand from the wheel and placed a heavy metal sword in her palm.
Bernadette let him lead her to the deck. Killian stood in front of her, just staring.
She wasn't sure what he was looking at, or looking for. Bernadette began to toss the sword from one hand to the other. "Come on, I'm getting old here."
Now he looked confused. "Are you right handed or left handed, lass?"
"Both." Bernadette looked at him.
"Ahh, that explains so much." He mused, matching her smile.
Bernadette shook her head. Killian then stood behind her, fixing her stance and hand position on the sword handle.
"Number one rule is to never take your eyes off your opponent until you know for sure they aren't a threat anymore."
"So until they are dead?"
"No, not always. Sometimes there are things worse than death."
She nodded, knowing that to be true. Killian moved back in front of her, his own sword hanging at his side.
"Come at me." He said, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Ladies first."
Bernadette actually laughed then lunged at him. And missed him completely as he side stepped her.
"You are too oblivious with your moves, very easy to guess." His sword touched the middle of her back.
"You are aware I only had two lessons and I much better with something smaller." She turned back to him, attempting to attack. Their swords clashed over their heads.
"I know for a fact you can handle larger objects." He teased. He gently shoved her off and swung at her. This one she met.
"Better, much better." While she wasn't as graceful as he was, Bernadette had the making of a pirate. All she needed was practice.
Lots of practice.
Twenty minutes later, she had somehow managed to corner herself. The sword was held in front of her body, defending herself. Killian quickly closed the distance between them, knocking her sword to the side with his blade and then invaded her personal space.
"Your opponent thinks he has won, but you see a way out. You need to distract him. What do you do?" He whispered.
Bernadette swallowed hard, her breathing came in gasps. For once, he hadn't gone easy on her. Her eyes met his then flickered to his lips. Before he understood what she was planning, her lips crashed into his.
And just as she assumed, he responded instantly. His sword dropped to the ground and his arms wrapped around her. His tongue was demanding entrance into her mouth. She gave in and she had a plan.
The kiss lasted another few minutes before she pulled a dagger out of her hair and pushed him to the ground, her body on top of his. The dagger was gently pressing into his throat.
"I win." Bernadette smiled down at him.
"You are aware that you can't win every fight like this?" Killian looked up at her, cheeks flushed.
"Works wonders with you." She grinned.
He rolled them over, and sent the dagger flying across the deck. "The most important two rules of being a pirate: keep your hands off my bloody rum and keep your bloody hands off my woman."
His woman, Bernadette let those words sink in. She liked the sound of that.
So that's the end of the nice, happy hopeful scenes. Time for things to get real.
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