Taken

Chapter 12 Lass

Killian tugged Regina back to standing, and his shirt fell down over her warmed behind to her legs. She whimpered a bit as he stood up over her.

"You'll need to be mindful as you move around the ship or I'll just tie you up all the time, we have six days left to sail," he said sternly.
"Did I drop the shirt?" She asked worriedly. He quirked his lip in amusement, "No you didn't, it's drying over there, nice stitching," he praised subtly.

"Now, you stay here for a bit, given you don't have clothes on, and I'll return when I'm ready to let you out." He instructed.
As he left, he shut the door but didn't lock it.

Regina's POV

Did he mean to not lock the door? Perhaps he was testing me. I wasn't sure, all I knew was that the door was unlocked and I wasn't tied up or anything.

I sat on his bed, carefully, given he made me sore once again. My clothes he had gotten me were starting to dry.

I had to know, I just had to. I threw on the dried clothing, the white peasant top and little bodice around it, and red long skirt.

Looking around, I cracked the door open looking for any crewmen and I crept down the corridor. In a corner I saw a small sword. Grasping it, I quietly went above deck.

As Killian paced around the helm shouting off demands to the crew, he headed down the stairs surrounding the helm towards main deck.

Regina jumped up on a platform, lifting her almost three feet higher, and swung the blade. Killian dodged instinctively, "Woah woah!" He held his hands to his crew not to go at her. They withdrew, "She's mine to deal with, back to your work," he said to the men.

The sword shook in Regina's hand, she tried to control her nerves as she stared down at him. He smirked, "I knew you still had that fight," he mused.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked coolly. Cocking his head up at her, and raising an eyebrow he stares at her, "I want to know things! You said everything isn't what it seems!" She tried to sound tough and threatening, but her voice cracked.

He smiled deviously, "mmm," he moaned and swiftly used his Hook to capture her sword and toss it to the ground. She blinked at him, still above him, but she still felt small.

He placed his hand resting on his belt buckle, leaning into his stance. Pressing his lips together in a grin, he stared up at her.
"Well that little tantrum was amusing," he chuckled tracing his fingers around his mouth.

"Smee!" He called him to his side, "take her down to my quarters and tie her to a chair," he instructed.
Smee took Regina down from her platform, "securely but gently Mr. Smee," he called out authoritatively.

Smee took Regina back into the quarters. "You shouldn't have done that, it's mutiny," Smee said as he tied her to the chair, gently as Killian said.
Her ankles were tied to the bottom legs and her hands behind her back around the chair. She sighed and then saw Killian's feet in front of her. 

"Leave us Smee," he commanded and Regina lifted her gaze up to his eyes. He smirked down at her, and pulled another chair behind him to sit.

Crossing his legs and tracing lines over his Hook, he grinned at her. "It's mutiny to go against the Captain, usually punishable by death," he said.
She sighed deeply, "did you really think you would overpower me and a crew alone?" He asked.

"No, Sir," she shook her head. "You certainly are a brave lass," he mused. "Now, since you just defied me again, you can ask ONE question," he stated.

Regina blinked her eyes confounded at him. "Let's have it," he said sharply. She gulped once gathering her thoughts, and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Do you care about me?" She asked shakily. He blinked at her, and she decided to continue.

"You jumped over the table and killed a man in the tavern. You said the other men would do horrible things to me, and it made you angry. You saved me... from the water.." she caught her breath. "You said things aren't what they seem..." she trailed off looking at his face.

"I said one question lass." He muttered. She silences and stares at him. "You are stubborn, impatient, defiant and disobedient," he listed.

"You're also brave, and strong, and perceptive," he said, hanging on the last word. Regina looked at him with longing, and hopefulness.

He stood up, "definitely perceptive," he repeated with a calmness in his voice. "Now, you're going to sit there and think about what you just did, and then you'll apologize to me when I return," he explained.

She stared at him blankly, not surprised he didn't answer exactly, but he did in a way.

Regina's POV

He did care. He said I was perceptive at noticing his care. I knew he wouldn't answer it with a yes but I knew he did. He was firm, and strict yes, but he also wouldn't do certain things that any other pirate likely would. He said I had a lot to learn, why would he say that if it wasn't much longer until he turned me in?

Killian's POV

She certainly was a brave little thing. I couldn't help think she was awfully cute trying to swing a sword near me. She was way too off to get me, but she was fairly close. Her determination was very attractive.

I kept myself pacing around the deck for a couple hours to give her some thinking time.

After two hours, Killian headed below and into his quarters once more. Regina looked up at him from her chair.
"Well my little escape artist didn't go anywhere this time," he chuckled.

Walking around the other side of her, he released the ropes from her hands.
"Keeping the ankle ones for now," he came back around and sat in front of her once more.

"How was your time-out?" He cooed at her teasingly, like she was a child. She huffed with a little scowl, "ohhh, really?" He grinned playfully at her. "Do you really want to get yourself more punishment? I expect you sitting there as it is isn't too comfortable on your backside," he mocked.
She sighed, defeated, "No, Sir," she mumbled.

Regina's POV

He licked his lips at me, he was teasing me. I knew it was best to not say anything. "You know trying to sneak up on me with a sword, you should do it from behind the person, not in front of them and three feet higher," he almost laughed at me.

"What exactly did you think you would accomplish?" He asked. "I don't know, I just," she shrugged unfinished.

"You probably aren't satisfied given you didn't get a clear answer to your question," he mused at her. "I got my answer," she sassed him. "That mouth, I should wash it with soap," he scolded.

"Actually," he got up abruptly and went to the counter behind her. "Open," he held a bar of soap in front of her mouth.

She pressed her lips together, "open your mouth or I'll cane you until you do then make you hold it in your mouth while I strap your behind," he warned.

Regina tentatively opened her mouth with a scrunched expression. She closed her eyes and tasted the bitter soap in her mouth as he held it there. Unable to lean away from it, as his midsection was behind her head pressing her to keep it in her mouth.

She coughed, and he removed the bar from her mouth, as she frowned and and moved her mouth around in disgust.
He smiled, down at her, "see what happens?" He leaned over her.

"Now, I'll have to think of what to do with you today, my little pirate, and how you can apologize to your Captain," he teased.