She'd fallen asleep by the time he got her up to the second floor and slipped a key awkwardly in the door, passing a smile at an older man who eyed the woman he held. Killian pushed inside and turned to lock the door behind them, shifting Clara in his arms and sighing as he took her to the bed to lay her gently on it, brushing hair away from her face and looking her over. He would easily admit she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on and he swallowed roughly as he stood to pull the leather coat off and toss it over the back of a chair, turning again when she let out the small moan of a bad dream.

He caught the word 'mum' and stepped back to her side, fingers lightly brushing over her cheek as he knelt and listened a moment. Her brow came together in silent pain and he was surprised at how the unexpected expression affected him, feeling the need to protect her from whatever nightmares were plaguing her and he stood again, moving away because he was a pirate. He shouldn't allow himself actual emotional connections. Taking a woman was a convenience, a pleasure, a dalliance. Or so he'd told himself – he understood the dangers of what he did and he'd die before putting a woman in the thick of it.

"And isn't that what you've done," he muttered.

"No," Clara gasped lightly, eyes coming open as she shifted up in bed with a frightened look in his direction before it melted away and she looked around in a daze. "Where are we?"

He gestured towards her, "Room and board, just for the night – you should get some rest, in the morning we're off to find a suitable solution to our predicament."

"A divorce," she laughed, then added, "So soon?"

Killian pushed his lips together and cocked his head forward, "Your being stuck hundreds of years before your time, pet."

With a nod, Clara asserted, "I know what the predicament is; trying to lighten the mood." She frowned, "What's got you puckered?"

He gestured to the bed and she shifted, waiting for him to sit before he smiled up at her, "Quite honestly… you."

Clara straightened, looking over the black puffed sleeves that covered his arms and the red vest that hugged his torso and she licked her lips, allowing, "I'm sorry for the… for back there. Was just having a little fun…"

"No," he laughed, raising a hand and shaking it at her, "No, that was pleasant – you've done nothing wrong; that's the predicament… you shouldn't be here."

"What's a little time travel," she teased, "Didn't you tell me it was a travesty I hadn't travelled?"

With a small laugh as he looked to the floor, he admitted, "Travelling the world in the safety of your own time. This place? Not so much."

"I'm travelling with a pirate," Clara assured, inching closer to hook her arm through his and nudge him lightly until he tilted his head to meet her eye, "What did I drink?"

"A bit of everything, actually," he told her honestly, then stood with a smile. "Suppose I should bring you water to flush it out of your system so you're worth something in the morning. We have quite the challenge ahead of us."

She managed a small laugh, feeling slightly sick to her stomach as she dropped back onto the bed with a hand to her head while he moved to the door, opened it. It snapped shut just as quickly and when Clara glanced up, Killian was running towards the bed, jumping onto her hard enough to knock the railing against the wall and Clara gave a shout of surprise.

"What are you doing?" She spat.

"Barnibus is just outside," he told her, hand coming up to cover her mouth, "He keeps this Inn; he has the keys and he's going to be drunk enough to…"

"Check on us?" Clara mumbled through his fingers.

"If we don't look like we're…" His eyes dropped at the space between them.

"No," she told him sharply.

Tilting his head, he hissed, "Newly married – it would raise suspicion."

"The hell with suspicion!" She said when he lifted his hand. "I am not that drunk."

Leaning closer, Killian growled, "You don't understand, he runs this town and I'm already on a plank, so to speak, about his daughter, so if he comes in here and we're casually chatting and not…"

"He'll kill you," she surmised with a small nod, watching the genuine terror in the small nod she received in return.

Swallowing, he corrected, "He'll kill both of us – think you're an accomplice to some plan of mine and we'll be on the gallows by sunrise, so if you don't mind," he reached down to pull at her dress, bringing it up roughly before nudging her legs apart with his knees and landing on her with a shared grunt that knocked the bed into the wall again, "Play along."

Clara began to shake her head, but there was a rattle at the door and Killian unbuckled his belt, tugging his shirt loose and landing hard against her again. His hand shifted quickly to her right leg, nudging it onto his back and she dug the heel of her shoe into him as he buried his face in her neck, breathing hotly against her. A small noise of surprised fear escaped her just as the door opened and for show, Killian thrust himself onto her as she shrieked, eyes pinching shut.

"Oh dear," Barnibus called before chuckling, "Sorry to interrupt… do carry on."

Killian turned to smile deviously at the man before nodding, "A little privacy would be much appreciated, the lady doth deserve her modesty, does she not?"

Releasing a small hoot, the other man closed the door and Killian rolled onto the bed beside her, hands pressed into his face and Clara moved quickly, stumbling onto the hardwood floor, to push a chair underneath the door handle before she turned and released a breath of frustration as the man pushed off the bed and met her halfway, grabbing the arm that swung to hit him with a grunt and turning her to toss her back onto the mattress. He gave her a half-grin when she shouted his name and he took hold of the bedposts and drove it into the wall repeatedly, nodding his head towards the hallway.

Clenching her teeth, she watched him tilt his head and raise his eyebrows at her, expecting her to make some sort of noise, but Clara shook her head and when he lifted the bed and slammed it down, she shouted his name as he smiled in appreciation. And then she moved on her knees towards him seductively, watching his eyes widen as she approached and promptly punched him in the stomach so that he moaned out in pain.

Outside, Barnibus sniggered as he pushed off the door and staggered down the hall.