Killian Jones One Shots

Sleepless Night

It was late during a quiet night that I found myself lying alone in Killian's bed. I was unable to sleep because I'd taken a late afternoon nap (against Killian's warning not to), and now my sleep schedule was off. Killian had laid with me when I first retired to bed, but once I'd dozed off, he had gone to the table in the middle of his cabin and set about looking at maps and logs. 'Captain stuff' as I dubbed it, and although I found it interesting enough, I also knew that he actually did have important things to do. And who wanted to have their girlfriend tag along and hang off of them at every turn? So.... I laid in bed with my back to the room and stared at the white painted wood in front of me. It wasn't so bad, hearing the occasional scratching of Killian's quill across whatever parchment he was writing on. Hearing him shift in his chair, stretch, or sigh as if irritated... Okay, maybe I had a problem. Should it have been so fascinating to hear him doing the pirate equivalent of paperwork and balancing checkbooks? Probably not, but it was. Killian was a marvel to me, much as I was to him. And it wasn't just in the way of sexual attraction. I loved spending time with him, learning from him, and just being around him. He was the calm to my chaos, my balance, my rock, my foundation. It was a terrifying thought, to realize just how much he meant to me, but regardless, it was the truth.

My mind began to wander as I imagined Killian's fancy, slanted script flowing across the page he wrote on. The way he dipped his quill, and how his tongue poked at the corner of his mouth when he concentrated on something. It was a small bit of boyish charm that warmed my heart and almost always made me giggle. Such a terrifying pirate with a 'big bad rep'....poking his tongue out and furrowing his brows when he focussed on documenting things. He could be *so* goofy sometimes, and it was completely out of character for the man that everyone thought he was. But I have seen him do things that other people just hadn't. Like the fact that he could be a total clutz and the fact that he stumbled over his words when he got nervous. There were so many sides to him and each one that I discovered and got to know only brought me to love him more. From the shy and blushing young man that had been a lieutenant in the king's navy to the commanding pirate captain who could sail his crew through any storm and successfully hunt any prize...

Killian *did* have quite the commanding voice when he barked orders at his crew. Keeping them in line wasn't an easy thing but... he did it with a grace and prowess that I had never seen another possess. When Killian was in his element it was like watching a work of art and *not* just because of his flowing great coat. Just that afternoon, I'd woken up from my nap pissed off because his shouting had been what had awoken me. I had gone up on deck ready to give him a piece of my mind and tell him off for barking, but the moment I'd seen him standing there acting all tough and scary? My panties had sunk to the bottom of the Bottomless Sea.

Just the memory of Killian in his element was enough to have me shifting beneath the thin sheet. I was naked because it was stifling in the cabin because wherever we were was tropical and the windows weren't nearly enough to keep the small space cool. Killian had taken to going shirtless in the evenings when we retired to his quarters and...well, I wasn't one to complain. Especially when that shirtlessness led to full on nekkidness (as I liked to call it).

Moving my left hand down over my side in a quiet descent, I was able to cup my left breast and tweak my nipple. It was wasn't nearly as good as when Killian did it, but it still had me curling my toes as I closed my eyes and imagined him. Naughty and erotic, I couldn't help but proceed. Touching myself with him sitting just a few feet away from me and completely oblivious to what I was doing.

I rolled onto my back in a way that made it seem like I was just turning over in my sleep. Listening, I heard a pause in what Killian was doing and I could tell he was glancing at me. Probably wondering if the light from his lantern was bothering me. It almost made me feel guilty; having interrupted him, but I also realized that Killian was just like that. Always pausing in what he was doing to check on me, to ask if I needed anything, to make sure I was all right. He was a worrywart, even if he'd never admit it. But coming from a life where no one so much as looked my way (there were times I'd be gone all week and my sisters never noticed), it was.... Welcomed. Killian made me feel wanted, appreciated. He cared about me just as I cared about him.