QUEEN OF DRAGONS ( killian jones )

chapter twelve.

CHAPTER TWELVE  —
( In life, in love, this time, I can't afford to lose. )

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The Jolly Roger sailed smoothly through the ocean's waters under the blazing sun. The refreshing scent of sea salt filled the air as Killian confidently steered the ship from the helm with Cordelia by his side. In the sky above, Ladon let out mighty roars as he guided his younger sister, Dratini, through her first lessons in flight. Dratini, now with wings strong enough to defy the wind, soared gracefully through the sky, brushing the ocean's gentle waves below. With his eyes on the horizon, Killian decided to share his seafaring knowledge with Cordelia, using the opportunity to flirt mercilessly.

Killian began by instructing Cordelia on the basics of navigation. His deep voice carried a hint of flirtation as he explained the concepts of wind and tide. "You must feel the wind on your skin, Love," he said, his hand brushing against hers as he pointed to the billowing sails above them. "It's like a secret language that guides us across the sea. We pirates must respect the wind and use it to our advantage."

Cordelia nodded. "Much like flying."

As Killian spoke, he slowly moved closer to Cordelia, his presence comforting yet commanding. A subtle closeness developed between them as he demonstrated the nuances of sailing, his body pressing lightly against hers. His touch was reassuring and purposeful. His hand grazed hers as he guided her on how to hold the wheel. "Feel the strength of the ship in your hands," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "It listens to your touch, to your every word."

Cordelia's pulse quickened as she took hold of the wheel, her fingertips meeting Killian's. She sensed the ship's raw power flowing through her, momentarily imagining it as an extension of Killian himself. "It's as if I'm soaring on Ladon," she remarked, a radiant smile gracing her face. "Elegant and Powerful all at once."

"But much safer," Killian replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I don't feel like I'm to vomit when steering my beauty. A ship responds to gentleness and firmness in equal measure. It's all about finding the right balance. "

As the ship glided through the water, Killian guided Cordelia through the subtle movements needed to keep their course. Their hands touched, their bodies moved in sync, and their breathing became synchronised. It was as if they were performing an intricate dance, with the ship as their stage and the vast ocean as their audience.

"Now," Killian said, his voice low, "dance for me, Princess. Show me your moves and dance with me across these waters, love."

Cordelia's eyes flickered with determination as she took control of the wheel, her hands confidently guiding the ship in a graceful arc. The sails billowed above them, filling with the warm wind, and the ship responded to Cordelia's touch as if it were an extension of her own body. "Like this?" she asked, a playful smile crossing her face.