A/N: I know it was filled for yennifer-milady...but I'll be damned if I remember the prompt. I just think she wanted some Millian...and naturally I wanted some pain.

For Tonight

"You're sure about this?"

"Yes," she replied quietly, "hard as it may be, perhaps it will give me some closure."

"Very well." He led her to the prow of the ship, placing his rough hands on her shoulders. "Tell him I'm sorry, would you?"

"I will, and thank you," Milah smiled at him softly, placing her small hands over his.

He nodded, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on her brow, and in a green flash of light she was gone.

She expected to get close, but to land on the lower deck of the Jolly Roger was spot on, and it hit her hard. Immediately threatening tears from all the years lost. If this was her reaction upon laying eyes on the ship what would happen when she found him?

Milah slowly made her way up past the helm, her hand dragging along the railing on the way and she swore she could hear the Roger singing a welcome home song.

"Not quite, old girl," she whispered softly, making her way below deck and to his quarters. She paused, raising a hand to knock, frightened to death (ironically enough), and bound by excitement to see her lost love. Her knuckles rapped at the weathered wood, and when she heard his boots against the floor the ache in her chest grew ten door opened and there he stood, broken, but still as beautiful as he was when she had left him, blue eyes piercing hers like sharp sapphires.

"Killian—" she managed to choke out, a cold tear slipping down her cheek.

His head canted, observing her through narrowed eyes and he took a step forward. He brushed some hair off of her shoulder with the curve of his hook and let it trace around her neckline.

"What devilry is this?" He leaned in closer, never bringing the tip of his new moniker off her flesh. "Sorry, love. Close, but not quite." He reared his hook back and plunged it into her chest, she should have known he would have reacted like this, she had been forced to watch him break over the years.

She didn't flinch when the steel entered her and found nothing, in fact she brought up a hand and held it there, making it a point that he truly knew that the cavity was in fact empty That she was no rouse. Her eyes locked with his.

"Your father says 'hello' and that he's sorry."

Killian yanked his hook away from her, stumbling backward, bracing the doorway so he didn't fall. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open.

"Milah—" her name flowed from his lips and it sounded like home, she wanted it to be home, it used to be home. "H-how?"

She rolled her eyes at him, not understanding how he could be daft at a moment like this. "You know very well how." She shook her head. "Honstely, Killian? Your father is much kinder than I expected…and powerful." Milah stepped up to him, running her fingertips along his cheeks. He sighed and curled his fingers around hers, pressing his face into her palm.

"Now shut up and kiss me, Captain Jones."

His lips were urgently upon hers, teeth nipping her lower lip and shortly after his tongue dancing around hers in a sensual battle. Her hands fisted in his hair and he groaned into her mouth, picking her up and kicking the door shut behind them.

"How long,?" he panted between kisses down her neck, "how long do you have?" Killian dipped her down onto the bed and hovered over her, fingers brushing down her cheeks.

"Just for tonight, I shall be gone in the morning," came her soft regretful reply, a tear sliding out and rolling off her face.

Killian brushed it away with his thumb, his own sad expression mirroring hers. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you, please tell me you know that. I…I never got to say…" Killian turned his head away, his mouth forming a tight line.

Milah took his face in her hands and led it back to her. "Of course I knew, how could I not?" She pulled him down to meet her lips, "And I love you, my sweet, sweet, Captain."

The night was a bittersweet second filled with love and the pain of knowing the other would be gone with the sun. A night of whispered passions, tangled black sheets and unsaid goodbyes.

Milah could feel the pull begin in her chest and she looked longingly at the sleeping pirate at her side, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. He had tried to stay awake for so long, but it was probably better this way. She couldn't bear to see his face when he lost her yet again. She dressed quietly, and nicked an earring from his desk with a smile before returning back to the bed. He looked so peaceful while he slept, as if all the things that were broken were suddenly fixed. She hoped she at least helped him mend one of them.

She bent down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers trailing the scruff on his cheeks. "You must learn to let go of Rumple, Killian," she whispered combing her fingers through the top of his hair. "And love. Open up your heart love again."

With a final kiss to his head, and tear stained cheeks, Milah left the Captain's quarters for the last time