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Killian was lying awake in their bed, unable to sleep. They had been living in their new house for almost six months. He tried to feel content and happy, but something was missing. He looked down to run his hand through Bernadette's hair. She was curled up next to him. This wonderful woman, beautiful woman had turned her life around for him, he should be grateful and thankful that she pulled him out of a dark place.

"You miss it, don't you? The rocking of the ship?" She asked quietly. She was suddenly awake. It was talent of hers, knowing when he was awake and thinking.

He actually sighed. "It just takes some getting used to."

"Do you regret it? Giving up your ship for me?"

A heavy silence fell over them. Killian pulled her closer. "No, not at all. I don't recall the last time I was in a bed on land that wasn't rocking." He finally said.

She rolled her eyes; everything came back to that, didn't it? "I would help you there, but I am too exhausted to move right now." She had made over a dozen deliveries around the town and basically fell into bed the moment she got home.

Silence fell over them again. Killian hadn't stopped playing with her hair. He found it comforting and Bernadette never complained.

"There is an old legend where in order to bring fortune and health into a household, one has to worship a goddess." His voice drifted past her ear.

That woke her up a bit. Alright, maybe more than a bit. Suddenly Bernadette wanted him and forgot all about being tired. She shifted on him and rested her chin on his chest. "I hate you sometimes, you know that right?"

"As long as it's only sometimes, love." His hand went to her neck.

She moaned and decided to play along. "How does one worship a goddess?"

His smile reached his eyes as he quickly rolled her over, pulling himself on top. "I could tell you, but I would much rather show you." He placed the tiniest kiss on her nose.

"Show me." She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bernadette took him with her into the woods. Killian said he was curious about her hunting skills.

She had considered teaching him how to use a bow. It was only fair; he had taught her how to sword fight. But she didn't want to bring up the fact that having one hand might make using a bow difficult. So unless he asked, she wouldn't bring it up.

They found a clearing with a steam, the perfect spot for a deer to show up. Bernadette sat down on the ground while Killian leaned against a tree.

"So when are deer supposed to show up?" He asked.

"Dusk." She answered, making sure the string was tight.

"And what are we going to do until then?"

"Wait."

"I can think of a few other things we can do in the meantime that are more enjoyable."

She smirked up at him. "Only a few?"

He returned it and opened his mouth to response but there was a rustle of leaves from the clearing. Bernadette bolted into a better position and Killian fell to his knees besides her.

But only a rabbit hopped into the clearing. Bernadette lowered her bow, sighing.

"You're not going to shoot it?" Killian asked confused.

"There's barely any meat on it. I'm not going to waste an arrow on that." She answered him, explaining her method.

Silence fell over them again. Killian began to tap his finger on a rock in a rapid rhythm. Bernadette looked over at him, amused.

"What?" He asked.

"Is the three-hundred-year old pirate getting impatient?" She asked, teasing him.

"Talk like that can lead to punishment." Killian warned her.

"I'm shaking in my boots, Captain." Bernadette smirked at him. Killian then leaned closer, his breath tickling the back of her neck. "Killian, I'm working here." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not doing anything distracting, love." He said all too innocently and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

Bernadette actually gasped a little. "Do you want to eat tonight?"

"Yes." He looked at her through his lashes.

"How would you like if it kept you from your work?" She asked him seriously.

"I have better self-control than you do, lass"

Her eye brows shot up. "Are you serious? I do recall last week when all I did was stretch my neck and you were carrying me off to the bed. But I am always up for a rematch. And I have excellent self-control."

"Just keep telling yourself that, love." Killian licked his lips, his hand found her waist and was rubbing gentle circles into her skin.

Bernadette stared at him, caught between annoyed and turned on. Gods above, she loved what his man did to her.

Suddenly, her bow was on the ground and her hands were pulling his face to hers. Yes, she had a habit of being greedy when it came to him.

"No self-control." He pulled back for all of two seconds before pushing her to the ground.

"Killian, we can't do this here, stop it. Someone will hear us." Bernadette attempted to reason with him.

"Then darling, you will just have to be quiet." He whispered in her ear. She giggled, that giggle turned into a scream when his hand found everything. The things this man did to her.

Then another sound came through clearing and this time a man stood there. He looked at them confused and slightly worried.

"Miss, do you need any help?" He asked.

Bernadette had to hold back a laugh. Besides the fact they had been caught, the whole situation was taken in the wrong way. "No, I'm fine." She said from the ground.

"I'm the husband." Killian said proudly.

The man looked very skeptical and glanced at Bernadette for confirmation.

"Yes, husband." She held up her hand with her ring.

That was enough confirmation for him and the man looked at Killian. "You are a very lucky man." Then he walked off.

Killian chuckled and leaned down for another kiss. But before his lips could touch hers, Bernadette flipped him over.

"If you want to continue this, we will do so at home." She said as seriously as she could.

And he flipped her right back. "Are you sure?"

Before she could say something or flip him back, her well trained ear heard another sound. She twisted under him, grabbed a knife from her boot and flung it. Right into the chest of a deer.

Killian was impressed and stunned, so much in fact that he didn't move off of her. "You're bloody amazing love. Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"I'll write you a note." She gave him a chaste kiss before wiggling out from under him. Bernadette stood up, walked towards the deer and pulled the dagger out. "You can carry it home." She told him, he groaned. "I'll make it worth your wild." She shot him a coy smile.

"Darling, you drive a hard bargain." He told her, picking up the deer and following her home.

It began innocently enough, as innocently as it usually did with her. Bernadette paused her herb cutting to admire her dagger. It was the one Killian had given her back on the Jolly Roger. The one with the detailed pattern on the handle.

How many times had it saved her life? How many men did she take down with it? She had lost count.

Now this elegant weapon was restricted to domesticated life, just like her. If the dagger could talk, what would it say? Would it be happy and content or bored out of its mind?

Bernadette closed her eyes and saw an entirely different scene in her mind. She was not in her home; she was in the thick of a fight with a nameless opponent. Her dagger was slashing. She felt at peace, oddly. Adventure, excitement, that's what she lived for.

The sound of ripping fabric bought Bernadette back to reality. She opened her eyes to see she had stabbed a pillow on the bed. How had she gotten in there?

The tear was a few inches wide and a few inches deep. Enough to realize the pillow would need to be sown up if it wanted to be on the bed. Though maybe for the time being, she could just flip it over.

Bernadette did not want Killian to know she missed her old life. She used to dream about a quiet life without violence but now that she had it, her feelings were different. Hate was too strong of a word, bored was more like it.

There was a hint of resentment. Change didn't come easily to Bernadette. Killian had taken to their new life like a fish to water. Maybe he wanted it more desperately than she did. After three hundred years of being a pirate, Killian Jones needed some happiness and security in his life.

Bernadette only had three years of real heartbreak though it had really started when she lost her family. Maybe she wasn't ready to move on.

The front door opened and Killian's cheerful voice filled the house. "Love, where are you?"

She smiled and walked into the living area. He was pulling off his coat when he saw her. And his smile was brighter than the sun. The man still rendered her breathless when she saw him. She would never deny she liked the leather pirate look, this new casual look worked wonders for him.

"And how was your day, Mister map maker?" She stepped into his open arms.

"Decent, I have been up to my elbows in map ink. But my day got increasingly better when I got home."

"You're just saying that." She said.

"I never just say anything, love. I always mean exactly what I say. And how was your day?"

"Productive. I stock piled cold remedies with the winter coming. I plan on those going fast."

"Always thinking ahead, my brilliant wife." Killian placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I miss you when I'm at work."

"Then start making up for lost time." She titled her face to meet his.

"I fully intend to." Killian picked Bernadette up, her legs wrapped around his waist almost instinctively. And their lips met and didn't part as he walked to the bedroom.

Killian sat on the bed, knowing she would approve of the position. Bernadette understood and took the lead. Her kisses became exploratory. Face, neck, shoulders. Her nimble fingers pulled his shirt off.

And his head fell back onto the pillow, showering the both of them with feathers. It took them a moment to stop coughing.

Killian looked around the room in confusion. "Did my hook do that?"

Bernadette blinked. That excuse could work. "Yes, you need to be more careful."

He smiled at her and proceeded to flip her. "Darling, as long as you don't get hurt, the hook can do whatever it wants. To hell with the pillows."

"Whatever it wants? Are you sure about that?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, almost challenging.

He kissed her neck gently and carefully. She fought against the urge to moan, it was threatening to escape her lips.

"Very sure, love." He whispered.

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