Come Sail Away

chapter 2

Standing in the dining room where the window overlooks to the water, I now know the reason Killian chose this house. It's been quite some time since I've been here.

When we returned from the Underworld, I stayed with my parents. Going back here didn't feel right if Killian wasn't with me. This house symbolized our future, and if he wasn't here to share it with me, it would be my own Hell.

"Swan," I hear Killian's voice and then the door shutting behind him. When he walks in, his face is etched with concern.

Despite his obstacles: being a villian and then death, Killian is always concerned about me. Never once has he dwelled on his hardships. Although I wish he would. I want him to know that I'm here if he ever needs to talk about the recent events.

"I said I was okay." I may love him, but I really need time to myself. The past few weeks, no, the past few years have been a whirlwind of insanity. I can't help but miss the quite life I had can in Boston. I may not have been happy, but it was normal. Living in Storybrooke is anything but normal. I know Henry wouldn't want to go back; his whole family is here. As is mine. That doesn't stop the pang in my heart each time I think about Boston.

"I know that look," Killian steps towards me. "You're upset. Why won't you talk to me, love?"

I try my best to smile for him. He's been through enough, he doesn't need my self pity. I'm afraid he'll decide that getting tangled with me wasn't the best decision. I've lost him so many times, I can't handle the possibility of him leaving me for good this time. I shake myself from those thoughts. That won't happen.

Caressing his cheek, I stand on my tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips. When my lips meet his, he captures mine with a feverish passion. The same passion and intensity that overtook both of us that day in Neverland. Only, at the time, I was too afraid to open up to anyone. It'd been hard, but Killian was able to tear down the walls I spent years building up.

My hands grab at the his hair at the base of his neck. I hear him groan against my lips and I press closer against him. Just as his hand slides up my back, the front door bangs open.

"Gross," I hear.

I pull away from a distraught Killian who mumbles "bloody hell" under his breath at the interruption. Regina and Henry are standing in the door way. I glance over at Killian who is looking intently out the window. Wiping my hands on my jeans, I head over to where Regina and Henry stand.

"Next time you might want to do that somewhere void of public viewing," Regina scolds me.

"And next time, you might want to try something called the doorbell," Killian snaps back at her.

Henry rolls his eyes at their bickering. The book is under his arms with the pen pocking from the pocket of his jeans. "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde aren't in this book."

I press my lips together. So much for the quiet moments. "Listen kid, it's late."

Normally I would be more than willing to observe the contents of the storybook, but I want to sleep more than anything. Then I want to wake up, drink coffee and head into work. Like a normal human being would do on a Monday morning.

"But, Mom," Henry starts to protest."

"I promise tomorrow we can go over all of this. Now just isn't the time."

I see Regina's disapproval written all over her face. She darts her gaze over to Killian who is now sitting at the table pretending to read the newspaper that's weeks old. It was from when I was the Dark One. Going over to hug Henry, he pulls away from me before walking out the front door. I look at Regina to question the shift in his mood, but she just purses her lips before saying: "remember, don't do to him what your parents did to you."

The door slams shut and I wince. "What did she mean by that?"

"With her, it could be anything. I wouldn't dwell on it, Swan, she'll say anything to try to rile you up."

That's exactly what I'm afraid of. I don't express this to him though. I don't want him knowing how much her words affect me. They shouldn't but they do. Maybe because her words do hold some truth in them. Not like I'm abandoning Henry, but maybe I could benefit for some extra one-on-one with him.

"Want to come to bed with me?" I ask Killian, seeing his smirk is all the answer I need.