Captain Swan ~ One Shots

Taste of rum and love

Hey guys, how are you? 

I haven't been around lately and writing this one shot made the realization much harder. Gosh, the words couldn't come to my mind as I haven't written fanfics in English for a while! So sorry for any mistakes! I promise I'll start practicing again with "Us against the world" 'cause I really need to continue with this story.

For now, I hope you like this oneshot that was an idea of my friend @captainhswann which I loved and wanted to write! It's time for this pirate to go back home, don't you think?

Please vote & comment if you like it enough! :)

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His lungs had already run out of air when he heard the sound of the lost boys' steps fade. Finally! His whole body ached and his strength had left him but for now he was free. 

He walked a little more until he found a good hideout among some bushes and trees. His hand searched automatically for his flask and pulled it out of his pocket. Although, right before he was ready to take a sip, the image of someone else's lips drinking from it came to his mind.

Blond hair waved casually as she turned away from him and tilted her head back to take a sip of rum. His eyes drifted from them to her waist and then on the ground. He wouldn't let his mind travel to indiscreet thoughts again let alone now that the situation was already awkward. 

Listening to the prince giving him credit was the last thing he would have expected after all of their conversations during the last days. Charming's stubbornness to keep him away from his daughter was the exact opposite of making compliments in front of her surprised eyes.

"You really saved his life?" He sighed and tried to avoid expressing his inner sass. "Does that surprise you?"

"Well..." Her voice made him look back at her but the disbelief he saw in her eyes took him aback.  "...you and David aren't exactly, how do you say it? Mates."  If the circumstances were different he would have laughed at her effort to speak with his accent. However, due to the fact that he found it cute now that the moment was completely inappropriate, he decided to look away again.

"It doesn't mean I'd leave your father perish on this island"  His voice sounded more hurt that he'd liked but he couldn't do something to change it anymore. Fortunately, she seemed to realize his uncomfortable state and said a simple "Thank you" in return.

Both were far more serious and embarrassed of being left just the two of them so he took a deep breath and tried to return to his normal flirtatious self. His hand traveled to the back of his neck and back to the corner of his mouth as he spoke the words. "Perhaps gratitude is in order now?" 

Her lips that curved into a small smile informed him that he did manage to keep some of the previous intensity away from them as her wall stood high between them and answered for her. "Yeah...That's what the thank you was for"

"Hmm..." He smirked and challenged her even more. No that he expected to persuade her or break her wall all of a sudden but because it was a habit he enjoyed. "That's all your father's life worth to you?"

He utterly loved the little changes of her expression every time he did that and as she tried to find the best reply for him. And every single time she didn't disappoint him and gave him a great answer that helped him continue his game. "Please. You couldn't handle it." 

This time he grinned at the contrast of her ironic tone and whispering voice. "Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it." He felt like a child trying to have the last word  but his look changed as he observed her becoming serious again. Had he gone too far?

He had no second to think of that 'cause then, the last thing he would have even asked for happened. She pulled him towards her harshly and locked his lips with hers. At first he didn't react, completely taken aback from the shock but a small movement of her lips made him realize what was happening. His good hand moved to her head but he didn't pull her closer, afraid that she also hadn't realize what she was doing and he'd ruin the moment. 

She stopped and took a brief breath before kissing him again and it encouraged him to put some pressure on her head and deepen the kiss. His palm then, drove to her waist and it worked like a lightening striking right at her. She missed a step while she was pulling away but inadvertently took him with her.

They were still breathing the same air when he risked to speak. "That was..." He felt that the moment was over because she looked at his lips and then took more steps back. "A onetime thing."  

He was more surprised when she kissed him rather than when her wall took height again.  He listened to her order to stay away for a while and obeyed with an unprompted  "As you wish" and then waited until she had left to exhale heavily and touch his lips in shock.  

His thump was caressing the tip of his flask as he smiled sadly. With a deep breath he sat down on a rock and took his own sip of rum. He looked at the flask for some more seconds. He was back at the place where this "onetime thing" had happened. Little did he know back then of what he was about to live, experience and feel with this woman. Little did he know now how much he missed her or how he would go back home. 

The only thing he knew was that he wouldn't give up. Not now, not ever.