Open Wounds | Captain Swan

12. A Fabulous Chest

[This is what happens when you watch lotr while you're writing...Hope you enjoy!]

"After you milady." He said courteously, bending over after he had opened the door to there room for her. He had been discharged this morning and they were both beyond happy that he was home.

"Thank you, milord." She played along, but grew more serious when she saw him wince in pain. "Killian," She sighed. He stood up straight with certain efforts and avoided her eyes when he succeeded. "You have to be more careful or that ridiculously perfect chest of yours is never going to heal properly."

"You think my chest is ridiculously perfect?" He smirked, meeting her eyes with a small hint of a blush remaining on his face from the compliment. "Even with that ugly scar?"

"Really?" She rolled her eyes. "That's all you picked up from what I just said?" He shrugged, holding his hands up in defense as she giggled. "And yes, your chest is absolutely fabulous." She laughed, biting her lip when she saw a few strands of his dark chest hair popping out above his collar and making them visible for her lustful eyes. "Even with that beautiful scar, that is as much a part of you as any other part."

"Just come lay down with me for a while?" He suggested, letting it appear more like a question while he offered her his hand. "I missed having my Swan secured in my arms." His tone was nervous as he scratched behind his ear.

"No need to be nervous." She assured him, placing her hand in his as she stepped closer. "I'll lay down with you and you can hold me as long as you like. In fact," She stood on her tip-toes, but made sure she avoided his chest as much as possible. "I quite encourage it actually." She whispered seductively into his ear.

He pecked her cheek before they walked over to his bed and he helped her lay down. He wrapped his arms around her mid-section tightly, gathering her shattered soul into his healing arms. She placed one arm under her head to support it as the other hand trailed up under his shirt and traced random shapes on his bare skin.

The emptiness and lack of contact between his chest and hers was killing them, but crushing his chest seemed like an irresponsible idea right now. However, they did tangle their legs together in the hope it would make some of that emptiness fade.

"My precious." He grinned happily, closing his eyes, and pressing his fingertips into her concealed skin as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Creep." She whispered as he chuckled, placing a soft, wet kiss onto his luscious lips before exhaustion took over their outworn bodies and both fell into a long-deserved sleep.

The sleep they both longed for didn't last as long as they hoped for. His clear blue eyes were the first to flutter open, still feeling the taste of her lips when his mind slowly drifted back to reality.

His puffy lips curled into a wide smile when he found her back facing him and her blonde curls spread out on the soft, white pillow. Turning around in her sleep was a movement she made quite often.

He turned his head into her locks, inhaling the scent that lingered in her hair and detecting the smell of roses, mixed with a trace of mint as he figured it was the smell of her shampoo that filled his nose and made his heart flutter.

He scooted closer and left a trail of sloppy kisses on her shoulder blade. When he felt goosebumps underneath his lips, he knew she had woken up. An adorable giggle escaped her pink lips as she threaded his fingertips - that rested on her hip - with hers.

"How was your sleep, my precious?" He asked sincerely, but the nickname he picked out made it sound more playfully and jokingly than he intended to.