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I’d be careful not to ruin it, it’s too good looking for that, Emma thought, and the smile that she gave him after that thought was one filled with mischief, knowing she’d never tell him that, with how smug he already was.“You mean a bloody good Captain, then. If you like it, I’ll be glad to start giving the orders,” she immediately retorted with a tight-lipped smile, “And I am not… fretting,” she added, sounding particularly offended at the last word because Mary Margaret fretted. She didn’t fret over people.
Kissing him made her feel better. It could have been a cheesy thought if it wasn’t for the fact that she literally felt physically better because she had been using magic and her emotions, especially now that they were kissing, helped triggering it again and finish the healing process or whatever the hell it was. Of course, the fact that he was an hell of a kisser wasn’t something she was going to complain about either. When he pulled back she could feel her heart dropping, thinking she had done something wrong, but his words made her relax again. She opened her mouth to complain but closed it at his ‘no complaints’, just giving him an unimpressed look.
Of course she hadn’t agreed with him either. He hadn’t spent enough time with her to know that she’d use every excuse he’d give her and she waited for him to go before she stood up again, her head spinning enough that she had to hold herself against the cave and just take deep breaths to avoid fainting again. After that, she walked out; the sea wasn’t far from them, obviously, and she took a few minutes to wash her shirt that was soaked in blood, which was gross, wearing her coat because she didn’t know when Hook would come back and showing off her bra wasn’t going to help them. She left her shirt back in the cave again, waiting for when they would start a fire so she could dry it - and she was so cold that she was going to just lie next to the fire like a cat, she knew it - and also grabbed some of the berries from the bushes, not eating anything because she had to ask him what was edible and what not.
It was scary to think that she had to rely on someone else, she had already found herself in another world and she knew just how much she would have to depend on someone who knew how to move; at the same time, the fact that he was there because of her, that he had decided to jump after her, risked his life that way, was also an assurance that he wasn’t going to betray her. He could have left her before, he should have but it didn’t count.
And she couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss either, and how her magic was just ridiculous for showing up everytime her lips touched another person but her heart was even more stupid for wanting the kiss to mean something. It was just a kiss. Get your head straight, she told herself, before moving back to the cave.
Less than a minute later, Hook was back. “So, I got some berries,” she warned him, because he was going to see them and ask anyway, “On my way to the water. Keeping that blood on me was going to do more harm than good so I had to wash my shirt. Also I’m pretty sure that there is a board in the woods, if you want to try to get that later. Or I can if you lend me your sword, Mary Margaret showed me in the Enchanted Forest. And before you say anything, I never agreed with you and I hardly follow people orders.”
He hadn’t decided to go out and gather firewood or food just for the sake of it but to also collect his thoughts. It had been a whirlwind of events and he needed a bit of time to take a moment to take into a count of things. The fact that he had just given up his revenge after three long centuries of pursuing said revenge — it left him a bit disoriented to say the least. He had just given it up at the slightest bit of worry over Emma. A woman if he was being honest he didn’t even know completely. Yes, they had an understanding between each other and they were similar in many aspects, kindred spirits if you will, but he had only known her for a few weeks at most.
And he had given up everything for the sake of her wellbeing.
At first as he walked into the forest he didn’t know how to feel about it. What he should feel about the turn of events. There wasn’t any remorse or regret nor any negative emotions in his decision. And that scared him briefly. He had just let go of something he had been holding on to for practically his entire life and now it was as if it had been nothing. Nothing at all to him.
Shouldn’t he be worried over it? Shouldn’t there be a small amount of uneasiness within him because of it wasn’t difficult to let go? Shouldn’t he feel horrible for giving up something that had been with him for far too many years? Shouldn’t he be angry at Emma for getting under his skin, for proving not just to her but to him that he wasn’t simply a scoundrel or a helpless cause but perhaps second chances could still be given to people like him?
He didn’t know what to think.
Nothing made sense when it came to his thoughts and emotions for Emma. And he supposed he enjoyed it that way. He did love a challenge after all and Emma Swan was the biggest challenge he had ever faced. And he’d fight for her, break down her walls one by one if need be. He’d do anything for her and that strangely enough didn’t worry him.
He reckoned the kiss had something to do with that. Warmth began to flood over him at the thought of the kiss. It was nothing like anything he had ever experienced. Not even with Milah had their kisses been so powerful, so exhilarating. Had it meant something to Emma as much as it had to him or was he simply imagining things? No, that kiss had not been anything but some sort of ruse to confuse him. Emma wouldn’t ever do anything such as that.
It didn’t take him very long to gather bits of wood before he was walking back to the small cave. He would leave again to get some food for the both of them. More so for her than him. All that mattered at this precise moment was taking care of her. He could worry about himself later.
There was a small bit of irritation in learning that Emma hadn’t listened to him after he had went into the entrance to the cave and seeing Emma had done exactly everything he had said not to do. Dropping the firewood in a pile he walked over to Emma, his annoyance sketched clear upon his face and he sure as hell hoped Emma knew how angry he was. “I told you to stay bloody put. Gods, Emma.” He started, running a hand down his face, trying his best to remain calm although that was something he knew was near impossible.
“I’m not lending you anything because all you’re going to be doing is sitting here and only doing as you’re told. You don’t have a damn clue about how this place, lass. None whatsoever. Not to mention the fact that you were bleeding to death only but a few minutes ago.” He didn’t even take any notice of the berries she held in her hand. He was too busy trying his best not to yell at her for being so reckless especially after he had told her how dangerous Neverland was. It wasn’t like any other place she had been to before. Even a veteran of the island such as himself was subject to Pan’s games.
“You’re going to get yourself killed.”
No. Screw him. She wasn’t going to let him wave off what he had done, she wasn’t going to let him minimize this. She stared at him, her smile fading not for lack of happiness but because replaced by determination, the kind that might have lead her to punch him for denying his role in this. “Nobody… Nobody has ever been there to even try to give me a little push,” she stated, years of absolute loneliness and cries for help that weren’t heard nor listened all behind her words; he had Milah, he had his crew, who knew who else he had, she didn’t. Nobody had stayed, for a reason or another, nobody had come back, again for many reasons. He did. He kept doing it. “So you are either going to take my gratitude or a punch in the face.” And wasn’t that just a perfect description of how she felt about him: ‘take my love or go to hell’.
Love, of course, in a more general way.
Of course.
“And you need rest as much as I do, but I’m also hungry and cold to death… well, because I was actually dying. Losing half of the blood I had in my body doesn’t really help to keep my temperature high. So why don’t we peek outside, you take some wood since I can already tell you are going to play the ‘me strong man defend weak bloodless woman’ part for a while, and I take some coconuts from those palm trees that I can see from here and then we get some rest near the fire?”
It kinda pissed her off that now, in this situation, with him, she could sound so reasonable and collected and commanding while when in the Enchanted Forest with her mother, Aurora, and freaking warrior Mulan she had been the dumbass firing the gun at night with the Ogres trying to eat them at every turn; not that she wasn’t always commanding, Killian would know one thing or two about that, but she had never been this confident when Mulan was around. Or her mother. People who would have been slightly nice to impress in that way instead of looking like a confused kid in front of them.
"I can only rest if I know we are both fine. You look like you are about to pass out so don’t say you are. I’m probably feeling better than you d…” she trailed off, tilting her head while observing him.
He must have been watching over her since the moment he had fallen there after her.
He was clearly tired from the fight with Cora as well and, well, she couldn’t deny it, from the emotional mess that it must have been to see her die. She knew he had a heart, she knew he was nicer than he claimed to be, so it wasn’t so weird to think he’d be hurt by this. It’s not like his eyes hadn’t showed it anyway.
Although if you really want to I think another kiss would be perfectly acceptable just to test your theory
Could she test her theory like that?
She couldn’t kiss him again later because it would make everything complicated, but right now she had just done it and it was still acceptable. Probably.
She might have wanted to kiss him again for other less honorable reasons too. A little bit.
“I’m going to do what you said,” she warned him, if warning could that be called, “Because you said it’s perfectly acceptable,” she added, as if he’d have problems kissing any woman any time, and it was then that she remembered that she still had her hand against his chest, checking his pulse, and leaned in, capturing his lips in another kiss, seeing how those had the power to completely empty her mind and let her magic free to go.
And her magic did go, because she wanted nothing more now than for him to feel better - at least physically, she doubted she could help the emotional stress he had been through - and she could feel another warm wave of magic passing through them. That, and then only his lips against hers, and her hand automatically moving through his hair, while the other stayed against his heart.
Checking he wouldn’t die just because she might have had some complicate feelings for him.
If he was being truthful he was trying to brush off her thanks. He didn’t feel deserving of it. In fact according to him he felt he hadn’t done enough. He had let her fall into the portal. He had let her almost die because of how difficult the struggle his split second decision of jumping in and giving up his revenge or not had been. He hadn’t proved Emma right or at least he thought so, no matter how much the stubborn blonde said it. There was still a bit of him that didn’t want her gratitude because he felt didn’t deserve it but her words struck him. He supposed his actions weren’t considered deserving in his viewpoint but to Emma, it meant a whole lot more than he could ever fathom.
And that meant something to him.
A brief laugh escaped his lips at her next words. “Very well, love. I’d prefer not to get hit straight in the face again so I’ll heed your advice.”
A brow rose up at Emma as he listened to her continue on.
She was right.
He was exhausted and would prefer an hour or two of rest before finally setting out but they didn’t have time for that. He didn’t want to stay in Neverland any longer than they had to. Emma didn’t know of the dangers that lurked within the jungle. She didn’t knew of Pan and his bloody lost boys. How absolutely horrifying this place could be. This island was a nightmare. It was a trap where almost no one ever left and if you did it was only on Pan’s terms. There had only been one instance where someone had escaped Neverland without the demon’s permission and it was almost impossible to duplicate — but they’d be damned if he didn’t try.
He wouldn’t let Emma be stuck here with him in this godforsaken place.
“Commanding today aren’t we, love? I like it. It adds another reason to why I think you’d make a bloody good pirate.” He quipped as a slight smirk appeared after listening to Emma’s orders, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. However the pirate’s concern for the blonde lessened his playful response when she mentioned her being cold. She had lost a lot of blood. Far more than what was considered healthy and she looked beyond pale. “I’m perfectly alright, Swan. No need to fret over me. I wasn’t the one who lost all that blood.”
He didn’t want her to worry over him. It wasn’t him who needed worrying over. It was Emma. But before he could voice his reasoning as to why he felt that Emma suddenly stopped talking and just stared at him for a moment. He paused in thought as she continued to stare at him, as if contemplating something. It wasn’t until she spoke again that it made sense for Killian.
She was going to take him up on his offer.
This time he grinned again before getting caught up in the kiss. It was exhilarating and also refreshing in a way. That same sensation that had appeared the last time they kissed, fell upon him and left him breathless. M a g i c. That was what it was. And not just any magic; the Savior’s magic. Emma’s magic. Raising his hand against the surface of the cave wall to keep himself steady he leaned into the kiss, savoring every second of it. He could have stayed there all day if he could and he would have — if only they hadn’t been here in Neverland. Breaking the kiss he moved away and stood up.
“As much as I would enjoy to continue this; you’re right. We need to rest for a bit and then we’ll move out. But I don’t want you straining yourself. I don’t care if you think you’re alright because I know that took quite a toil out of you. So stay here while I get the firewood and—” He paused, “some coconuts as well.” There was no way he was letting Emma tire herself out trying to get food. Not after she had used so much magic to not only heal herself but him as well.
“—And no complaints, Swan.”