Yours
The moon shone brightly in the night sky, illuminating the sails of the Jolly Roger in the darkness. She eagerly waited on bouncing heels as they pulled into port and dropped anchor. Giddy as a teenage girl; she grinned, watching his dark figure gracefully move down the gangplank.
Not being able to resist any longer, she ran up the dock, launching herself into his arms and her lips melding to his in a searing kiss.
"I've missed you," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
It wasn't until her arms went around his middle that she noticed him flinch and hiss in pain. "You're hurt," Milah frowned, pulling away and laying a tender hand on his chest.
"'Tis nothing, love," he smiled warmly at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But you're more than welcome to patch me up if you'd like." He cocked a suggestive eyebrow her way.
"Pirate," she chuckled.
"Aye, but yours and yours alone," he whispered snaking his arms around her and nuzzling into her neck.
Milah ran her hands through his hair and sighed contently, "Just as I am yours."