It’s time to run, they’ll string me up for all that I’ve done
I’m going soon, gonna leave tonight by the light of the moon
I did it all for you, well, I hope you know the lengths I’ve gone to
What’s a man to say? They’ll be looking for me, I should be on my wayI wanted everybody else in the world to know
I wanted everyone to know that you’re the girl for me
I wanted everybody else in the world to know it
But I ain’t ever gonna let ‘em take my life from me
“Killian,” she pleaded, grasping at his arms. “You must go!”
“I know,” he muttered, his lips pressed against her neck. He clasped her hip in his one hand, his hook resting at the small of her back as he embraced her with no little sorrow and urgency.
The princess in his arms–the one he loved more than his own hide, which was rather a lot–moaned, pressing her body against his, writhing as she always did in the dark of the night whenever he would steal into her chambers high in the castle. Only there was desperation in her movements this time–desperation and despair. For it had finally happened.
They’d been caught.
And he was to hang in the morning.
Lucky for him, his princess was no meek young lady. She’d infiltrated her father’s own dungeons, knocking out two rather burly knights and enchanting the rest with a beautifully cast sleeping spell. He’d grinned in pride at her even as his heart surged; she risked her life and her father’s ire for him!
And then to make a pirate’s heart sing louder and longer than any buxom wench with a fistful of treasure in one hand and a tankard of rum in the other, she’d burst into his cell, grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt, and kissed him soundly. Then declared, “I love you, Hook. But get the fuck out of here.”
That had been an hour before. Now it was time for him to run, and he found he did not wish to leave her side.
“I’ll come back for you,” he murmured into her ear, biting on the delicate lobe for good measure.
“You’d better,” she panted back, slipping her thigh between his and rubbing between his legs.
“I’ll come back a better man, so your father can see–” but his words ended on a grunt as she did something rather complicated to the front of his leathers. “Princess…” he hissed as he felt the brush of her hot hand on his flesh.
“Just so you don’t forget about me,” she whispered against his mouth. Her wicked smile full of promise was something he would carry with him in his heart and his dreams.
As he slipped away into the night, the shouts of the castle guard waking and in pursuit, he wondered what time would do to Emma. Surely, the Princess of Misthaven would forget a randy old pirate like him? Surely, a better man would come along, some mealy-mouthed princeling with riches and vast holdings?
But as he liberated a small sloop and quietly sailed down the Misthaven Harbor proper, he acknowledged deep in his heart that Emma would wait.
And possibly find him on her own.
He looked forward to that day.
Songbird and secret relationship
Published
It All Starts With a Dance 