Not gonna lie every time someone tells me their writing doesn’t do a prompt justice it makes me a little nervous; cause if yours can’t why could mine do it any better? BUT THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT!! So before I panic lol we’re just going to dive in and further celebrate my 6 month anniversary ;) And not going to lie with fall just around the corner this is something I am so excited to write the-fourtris-of-captainswan!
"Swan!" Killian called after her. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his t-shirt sticking to his back uncomfortably. They had been stuck in this god forsaken maze for hours and while Emma was finding enjoyment in it, that ship had sailed for Killian about a half hour ago.
"What?" She asked pausing, turning to smile at him. She looked down at their incomplete map; one that might as well have been put together by four year old Roland, with the amount of sense it made. He huffed, reaching for the flag Emma was carrying through the maze.
"Swan, give me the blasted thing. If we wave it someone will come and save us from this hell hole," Killian growled reaching for it again. Emma lightly slapped his hand and lowered him with a glare.
"I’ve never known you to be one to give up," She huffed, crossing her arms and stomping her foot. Killian would have laughed at the outburst had he not already been on his last nerve.
"I don’t give up on things that matter. This, however, is pointless. Just give me the stupid flag."
"I don’t want to. We can do this. It’s not rocket science," Emma told him before pouting, sticking out her bottom lip, her eyes pleading with him. He turned his head, sighing as he caved. God, why was he so helpless when it came to this woman. He threw his hands up in the air before gesturing for her to lead the way. Emma couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that if she could hear his thoughts all that she’d be able to hear would be the constant and relentless curses being thrown.
"It was your idea in the first place," Emma smirked as she waited for the pirate to step in line next to her.
"I just asked what it was. I never volunteered to be subjected to this kind of torture."
"Well now we’re here, so the least you could do is cooperate and help me find the last few pieces of the map, you should be good at that one pirate," She told him thrusting the blasted puzzle into his hands. He groaned as he turned the thing in every which direction. Even Henry and Roland had made it out before them.
Killian looked around before grabbing Emma’s wrist.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked, her eyes narrowing and her eyebrow raising as she noticed the mischievous glint in Killian’s eyes. He crumpled the map, glancing around once more, before pulling Emma through a row of corn, landing them on a different path. Emma squealed, Killian’s hand flying to cover the noise.
"Don’t draw attention to it love," He told her with a boyish grin, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eye, He looked both ways quickly, before pulling her through the next row.
"You’re going to get us in trouble," She whisper-yelled, slapping him on the chest. She too looked around, her eyes wide as she inspected the damage they had done on the last two rows.
"Your call, Swan. Do you want me to get us out of here, or do you want to continue to wander aimlessly?" He asked, giving her the thing she hated most. Ultimatums. She took another look around, before flashing him a smile of her own.
"Just get us out of here already."
That’s all the encouragement he needed before picking her up and getting her in position for a piggy-back ride, carrying her through the last few rows. Both breathed a sigh of relief as the exit to the maze came into view.
"It’s about bloody time," Killian muttered as the finally exited the maze.
"At least pretend you enjoyed it, Jones," Emma whispered into his neck. He could feel her smile against his skin, which sent relief down his spine. While the experience was lack luster, at least it was time spent with her. That was something that he always would enjoy.
"Well maybe we just need to get properly lost, and I can find a way to enjoy it more, without pretending," Killian muttered, his tone laden with innuendo. He moved his hand from supporting her legs to her ass, smiling at the shriek she uttered in response.
"Incorrigible," Emma muttered sliding off his back and slapping his chest lightly before heading off in the direction of the rest of the crowds.
"That’s what you get for bringing me to a blasted corn maze. I think you like torturing me, Swan," He called out to her, before following after her.
There you are! Hope you liked it, hope mine did it justice. And I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes! Lol enjoy!