Life In the Jolly Roger: a Captain Swan Fanfiction

part 5

Previously on Life In the Joly Roger...

"Emma, will you marry me?" he asks with his eyes searching her face. She blinks rapidly and stares at him speechless.

"What? I ask him in disbelief. He smirks and shakes his head at her.

"You heard me. I asked you to marry me."

"Yes, one day," she says and kisses him on the cheek. His smile falters.

"You gave me the same answer eight months ago," he says disappointment laced in his voice. He sits up in bed. She follows suit knowing that they aren't going to bed anytime soon.

"Killian, we are just too young. I thought we agreed to talk about this again once we graduated?" she asks as she rubs her temples. She really doesn't want to have this argument, but they need to have it.

"I know, but I love you. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I thought you wanted that too," he snaps.

"Are we really having this argument? Because you know I want to. We have had this discussion before. I want to wait," She snaps right back.

"Wait for what? Are you not sure? because I've known for a long time," he huffs.

"No, I love you dammit. You're the only man I've ever loved and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. What wrong with waiting? and how long have you known?" she asks quickly. He takes a deep breathe.

"Since the day we started college. I knew you wouldn't be ready then, so I waited. I thought when we moved in that was a good sign, but you still want to wait?" He asks.

"Yes, and this isn't most romantic way you could've done this," she chuckles softly. He finally smiles.

"So, my technique is the problem?" he smirks, "Because you've never complained about that before, love." She pulls him in and kisses him. He laces his fingers in her hair. She pulls away and he rests his forehead against hers.

"I love you," Emma whispers.

"I love you too," he kisses her cheek. They slide back down under the blankets. He holds her in his arms and they drift off to sleep.

Neal lights the cigarette, blows out a puff of smoke, and holds the cigarette between his fingers. For tonight he'll let her think she's safe. That nothing can happen when her football player has her in his pathetic arms. She won't be ready for what's coming her way. Neal leans against the brick wall of an ally. He flicks the cigarette onto the ground and walks across the street to the bar he's been glancing at for the past ten minutes. Tonight he's going to forget her...

As the night drags on the painkillers fade and the pain in her shoulder wakes Emma early in the morning. Her eyes flutter open and Killian's arms are wrapped around her. Emma carefully untangles herself from his arms and picks her glasses up off the side table. She makes her way into the kitchen. She makes some coffee and takes some more pills. She takes her coffee and slumps down on the couch. She pulls out her laptop and continues writing an essay for her literary class. As she is putting the finishing touches on the essay Killian comes out and frowns.

"Love, I was going to make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed," he says as he drags his feet to the couch. He plops down next to her.

"That's sweet, but I'm already awake." She kisses his cheek.

"I see that and the doctor said you would need to get some sleep and rest," He says.

"I'm resting just fine. Thank you very much," she says and shuts her laptop.

"You were just working on a paper thats not resting. Come we are relaxing today. No work, no school, and no football," she raises her eyebrows at this, "Don't look at me like that. I mean it. Just you and me."