Life In the Jolly Roger: a Captain Swan Fanfiction

part 7

Neal

Let her think she's safe for tonight because tomorrow will be the day she ceases to exist. I will slit her throat in front of that precious, little boyfriend of hers. Then I will stab him in his heart. I hope she enjoys the last night of her life...

Emma

I wake up and reach for Killian, but I don't find him there. I jolt up in bed, I fumble around until I find my glasses. The room becomes clear and no sign of Killian. What if Neal... no I can't think like that, but what if? I jump out of bed and start to search the apartment. My heart feels like I'm running a marathon. I burst into the kitchen and there he is making breakfast. He raises an eyebrow. I smack his arm and he flinches away.

"Oi, what did I do?" he asks shocked. I cross my arms.

"You weren't there when I woke up," I accuse him. He still looks confused.

"I thought something had happened to you," I say as I fiddle with my fingers.

"Like what?" he places the spatula on the counter.

"Like something Neal related," I mumble.

"Oh love, no. I'm sorry," he pulls me into his arms, "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed." He kisses my head and releases me.

"I just got scared. I'm sorry," he scoops the omelets onto two plates and hands me one.

"Its fine. Lets just eat," he smiles. We sit at the kitchen table and enjoy breakfast.

"I have practice at four, so what do you want to do until then?" Killian asks between mouthfuls of omelet. I shrug and he raises his eyebrows.

"None of this shrug, I don't know nonsense. Tell me what you want to do?" he asks.

"I just want to stay at home... is that okay?" I ask sheepishly. We don't party for obvious reasons, so we spend a lot of time at home. I feel bad sometimes knowing we can't be like other couples our age, but then I don't want him to slip back into bad habits. He takes the dishes and places them in the sink.

"Of course, love. Anything in particular you want to do?"

"Just be here with you," I smile. He picks me up out of the chair and carries me into the bedroom.

"I think I can handle that," he smirks. He tosses me on the bed and drops his pants to the floor. He hovers over me on the bed.

"Hmm," I bit my lip, knowing what that does to him, and he loses it. When we kiss we are a hot mess of tongue and lip. His hands move under my shirt and he pushes it up over my head. He kisses move down my jaw and he stops.

"What's wrong?" I ask confused.

"Your neck," he whispers. I move my head to cover my bruises and he holds my hand. He feathers kisses across my bruises. Tears spring to my eyes and trickle down my cheek. The gesture is so sweet and gentle. He wipes them away.

"Everything alright, my love?" he asks. I just nod and kiss him. He deepens the kiss. It feels like he is clinging on to me for dear life. Like I am going to slip away from him. I am not going anywhere. As the kiss continues I feel his erection press into me. I smile and break off the kiss.

"Hmm... I think you have too many clothes on," I bite my lip and my hands glide underneath his shirt. I help him get it over his head and I toss it to the ground. He hooks his fingers into my pants and underwear, and slides them down my legs. I kick them off and they fall to the floor. I tug his boxers down his legs. We stare each other for a split second then our lips are together once again. He slowly enters me and I release a moan. He moves slowly and its sweet torture. My hands move up to his hair and tug at the ends. The slow movement leaves me whimpering. He smirks.