That strange, but altogether pleasant interlude with the tiny temptress had been two weeks ago. As soon as they arrived, Tinkerbelle had dashed out the window without so much as a fare thee well. The Captain had learned almost immediately that the crocodile had already left Neverland, but of course. Killian knew the Dark One enjoyed taunting him, dangling revenge in front of him like a tall glass of water to a man dying of thirst. Oh but the Captain was patient, and he would spend eternity lying in wait for the opportune moment to exact his revenge for Milah, and for his hand. These last two weeks had been spent trying to find a way out of this forsaken little spit of land and away from the heathen children that threatened him daily. Killian took another swallow of rum from his flask before putting the stopper back into place.
The sun had long since retreated beneath the horizon, and Killian tried to roll the stress from his shoulders.
"I rather think I am done with this day." He spoke to the air, turning away from his desk to make his way towards the bed, he saw something that caused him to stop dead in his tracks.
Well, THAT surely wasn't on my bed a moment ago when I took off my coat.
The Captain took a hesitant step towards the bed and looked in the face of the person sleeping rather soundly underneath the covers. He looked back towards the desk, I was only standing there a few minutes, and nobody came in. His head snapped back towards the door, still closed.
A noise from his bed's occupant brought his attention back to her. She made a soft contented sigh and stretched bringing her hands up under her chin. He took stock of her as best he could from what he could see of her peeking out from under his thick black quilt. She had long, straight brown hair that was going everywhere and tanned skin, from what he could see of her face and her hands. Her nose was small and had a round pointed end, but her eyelashes were what really had his attention. They looked like thick black waves cresting on top of her cheeks. He needed to know the color of the eyes hiding behind those fans.
Blimey, she could be a trap sent by Pan and I'm wondering about her bloody eyes.
Killian sat back against the edge of his desk and crossed his arms across his chest, "Ahem."
The young woman furrowed her brows and kicked her feet bringing the quilt down far enough to expose her shoulders.
Oh well now that's a lovely development, a naked intruder.
"Ahem." He fake coughed again, "Yes darling that is directed at you, do be a dear and wake up now."
"Go away Brian, you douche bag." She whined before pulling the covers over her head.
Brian? Douche bag?
"I am neither Brian, nor a bag of douche. I am however, quite interested in who you are lass."
Fingers emerged and hesitantly tugged the blanket down so she could peek out.
Sweet Mother of Magic those are the greenest eyes I've ever seen.
"I have two questions for you." Panic showed in her eyes and she lowered the blanket. Licking her lips she replied shakily, "Okay."
"Who are you?" Killian's lips parted in a devilish smile, "And are you naked?"