Killian Jones One Shots

A Sample of Leather

It was a calm and relaxing evening aboard the Jolly Roger as she and her crew (plus little miss bored me) traversed the calm waters heading west out of Arendelle. Killian and his crew made a quick stop in the once frozen kingdom to resupply and give the crew some much needed time off, but unfortunately, I had just missed the stop. In fact, now that I thought on it... I *always* seemed to miss out on them making port. It kind of sucked, to be honest, because I was curious as shit about what this strange and enchanted land had to offer, but Killian reassured me that it was likely for the best. And I respected that, especially considering there was enough bullshit at home to deal with without adding magic from a strange world to the pot.

I was currently sitting in Killian's chair (it was my favorite spot, after all) and brushing out my hair. The wind from my afternoon up on deck had wreaked havoc on my curls and it was one huge rat's nest. Thankfully, Killian had been kind enough to buy me a little jar of scented oil that worked wonders for sorting out my tangles. I just wish I knew what the hell was in it so I could try and get it back home. The oil smelled of jasmine and vanilla while holding an exotic undertone that I couldn't place and it made my hair and skin soft and shiny. And I could tell Killian liked it too, as I'd caught him taking quite a few whiffs of my hair when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

Honestly, the thought of Killian and Smee going about a busy market while sniffing jars of fancy women's products made me laugh as much as it warmed my heart. The fact that he had thought of me and had been kind enough to get it for me... I coveted it and had thanked him for it so many times that I was sure he was tired of hearing about it. But still... it was so strange for someone to think of me in such a way that I couldn't help but be overly grateful. Ever since my grandmother had passed away, I'd been left to my own devices as my sisters were all busy with their own lives, and it was amazing how absolutely alone a person could feel when sharing a house with three other people.

When I was satisfied with my hair and had managed to get the curls tamed enough to fall down to the middle of my back in a 'beachy' style, I re-capped the jar of oil and returned it to its home. It sat next to Killian's own supply of... well, to be honest I wasn't entirely sure what all of it was. But he had an assortment jars and other containers near the basin where we washed our faces and did other tasks. Unlike the sink in the closet-toilet, this was much older. One of those old school dressing tables with a spot made to hold a large porcelain bowl and nearby always sat a matching porcelain pitcher of water. Above the basin was a mirror and I couldn't tell you how many times I'd watched Killian look over himself in the reflection. He was always so pristine and proper, always making sure that his appearance was exactly as it should be before addressing the crew or going about his duties.

It was one of my favorite things to do; watching him get ready. Usually it was in the early hours of the morning when he would get up before me. I don't know why I watched. I mean it's not as if I were doing it simply to see him naked (which I didn't. I gave him the same privacy I would want first thing in the morning.). It was just... relaxing. Seeing him go about his routine before I drifted back off to sleep until it was time for me to get up as well. Maybe it was because things were always so crazy at home. Noisy and busy and just... the complete opposite of how they were on the Jolly. Killian's routine was something I could always count on, even when I couldn't commit to a routine myself. And, admittedly, it was nice to be back home and look at a clock and know what he was likely doing at the same time I was sitting in class missing him. Yeah, I know. I'm totally weird.

After turning away from the basin, I crossed the cabin and opened our shared closet space. Killian had set aside tonight just for the two of us. Nothing special was planned other than the fact that he'd threatened the crew into an inch of their lives if they interrupted us for anything less than a dire emergency. His barking had warmed my heart, and honestly I knew he just wanted to spend time with me. It was a difficult thing to do even when I was staying on the Jolly because he was so busy. But we managed. And even if the only time I got with him was when we were both lying bed, it was still preferable to not being here at all. I think, sometimes, that Killian felt guilty though. Knowing I had come all this way to see him and then the entire time I was here he was literally bouncing from one issue to the next. But I truly didn't mind it too much. After all, I enjoyed seeing him in action. Giving orders and running his ship... It was the total opposite to how men in my world were, and it was a nice change from the fuck boys at school.