Killian typically went for the wenches on the younger end of the spectrum. They were quick to fall to his charms and not long after that his bed. And hell, he didn't even have to do much. A smirk here, a wink there, a fleeting touch that would leave them wanting more.

But not her. No, this dark haired beauty would be a hassle from the start. It was a good thing he loved a challenge.

She was older than he, and hips to suggest that she was no stranger to motherhood, yet here she was in the middle of some bar tossing back drinks in the midst of his crew when he walked in. Killian strode up to her, flipped a chair around and folded his arms against its back.

"I say, lass, that's no proper drink for a lady," he purred, lips slanting into a grin to show just the right amount of teeth.

"And who's to say I'm a lady?" she challenged, knocking back another. "Would a fine wine fancy you better?" she grinned right back and Killian straightened his back so he could lean closer to her, satisfied that she was giving in so easily. Perhaps she wouldn't put up much of a fight after all.

"There are a many a things that I fancy, milady." His tongue darted out and pulled his tongue between his teeth and her smile grew.

"Oh, is that right?" she whispered, leaning in closer to him.

"Aye."

She lifted an arm and waved over a bar keep, keeping her grey eyes fixated on his when the lad approached.

"More rum, and a glass of your finest wine…for the Captain here."

The crew surrounding them fell silent and they all turned to face him. A woman had never dared mock him before.

Killian's brow curved and he let out a throaty chuckle. "Tough lass. But I don't recall telling you I was the Captain."

"Didn't have to." The boy returned and set the drinks before them before scurrying away. She wasted no time in finishing hers off. "You breathe it. Full of confidence and alleged charm." She leaned closer until she was in his personal space, something he did quite often but a tact not often used on him.

"With a strut that demands attention and screams power," she said in a husky breath.

"Alleged charm?" Killian challenged, making the distance between them even less.

"Aye," she nodded slowly, "the idea of a pirate is charming, but that's where it ends."

"What if I were to tell you I was a gentleman before I was a pirate," he quipped with the arch of his brow. Inching his fingers onto her leg to caress her knee.

"I'd say piracy suits you." She pulled back and spun back around to face the table with a satisfied smirk on her face.

Killian cocked his head to the side and watched as she continued on, mingling with his crew as she was when he walked in. He hadn't any idea how much time had passed when she grabbed the goblet in front of him and drank off his untouched wine, flashing him a wide smile and a wink before tossing some coins up on the table and began to saunter her way towards the exit.

"Oi! Wait!" Killian shoved out of his chair, forgetting it was in reverse and almost landed on his backside in the process, gaining a few snickers from the crew. "I'll have you're tongues, if you're not careful!" he snarled at them before chasing after her.

"Wait!" he called again, jogging to catch up with her, grabbing her by the elbow, to which she only pulled away from him.

"Something I can help you with, Captain?" she smirked.

"Killian," he breathed, offering a hand to her. "Killian Jones."

She rolled her thumb over her fingers, contemplating whether or not to give in and place her hand in his. With a small sigh and a chuckle she gave in and Killian had to bite back a groan when her smooth palm took hold of his.

"And you?" he prompted.

"Someone who needs to go." She attempted to pull her hand away, but his grip held strong.

"Will I see you again?"

"Don't you have a village to plunder? Treasure to find?" she teased.

"Too right, love." He raised the back of her hand to his lips, keeping his gaze fixed on hers as he pressed a lazy kiss to the back of her hand, allowing his tongue to dart out and taste her skin. He saw the hitch in her breathing that she had tried so well to hide as well as the change in her eyes and he grinned, dropping another quick peck to her knuckles.

"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you before too long. You look like a lass that's in need of a grand adventure." He lowered his voice and a slow grin spread across his face. "And I have all sorts of tales to tell." Killian released her hand and gave her a small bow. "Until we meet again, my dear stranger."

They stood at a standstill; waiting for the other to turn on their heel and leave, but neither one was backing down. She took a step back but didn't turn and he did the same, grey eyes still locked on blue. They kept backing until he had backed straight into a tree and he let out a soft chuckle, the moonlight lighting up his smile and she had thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She followed suit, joining in on his laugh until they both fell quiet. Watching each other in the stillness.

"To hell with it," she huffed, quickly moving across the grass and closing the way between them. She grabbed hold the lapels of his coat and yanked him down to her lips, threading her hands in his hair, pushing him back up against the tree, slipping her tongue into his mouth when groaned at the contact.

He kept one hand firm against her back and the other weaved its way into her hair, tugging gently at the dark tendrils. He grinned against her mouth when she moaned into him, her body pressing tighter into his. When his hand began to travel to her front and brush over her breast she slapped it away and nipped at his lip before pulling away in a pant.

She pushed up on her toes and pressed another kiss to his mouth, her hands raking through his hair and down his cheeks.

"Milah," she whispered breathlessly against his lips with a smile. "My name is Milah."

And with that she released him, spinning away before he could grab her and tug her back to him.

Disappearing into the darkness.

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A/N: Yes I ship Captain Swan. Now that that is done, I also ship the hell out of Millian. And I totes stole Damien Rice's Sleep Don't Weep for my title. It makes me cry and it's fitting. Give it a listen. I plan to have this as a series of one shots about his comings and goings into port and some of them are going to hurt. Now I hate to ramble, I'll try to keep all other A/N's short and sweet. Please no ship bashing. You don't ship CS...that's fine, so long as you got love for Millian. If not, then I don't know why you're here xD Reviews would be lovely. You'll be rewarded handsomely.

Shelly