Killian Jones Imagine- Innocent
You knew when you got involved with Killian than he has a past and that the past would forever haunt you. A pirate’s life style was that of adventure, women, and booze. Every time you sat with him, his hands gently resting on your leg, you couldn’t help but imagine how many other women those hands have touched. The two of you sit on the couch, the fire roaring warming up the chilly room. The tv is on but Killian seems more interested in watching you. He loves to watch you react to what is on the tv, like how you scrunch up your nose when you find something funny. Out of the corner of your eye you see him glancing down at you with a burning look.
“What?” you self consciously mumble.
You curl yourself up deeper into his embrace as you feel your cheeks start to glow with embarrassment.
“Can’t a man look at his striking girl?” he chuckles.
He takes your hand in his and you shudder at the power behind his touch. Your fingers intertwined in his, the metal of the rings that sit on his fingers making it a tighter fit. Your eyes avert from his gaze as you bite on your lip anxiously.
“(y/n).” he sighs.
The cool metal of his hook presses against your cheek forcing your face inches from his. He leans in close but you avoid looking into that seductive stare of his. You feel his hand unlock from yours and firmly grip your jaw tilting your head upward.
“(y/n) look at me. What’s the matter love?” he squints at you.
“Nothing.” you half heartedly smile.
He leans in closer, his lips hovering above yours. You want to close the gap between you two but all you were distracted with other thoughts. Finally your lips touch, the scruff of his bread grazing your soft cheek. The kiss was timid at first but the lust grew. His fingers crawl around the side of your head and tangle themselves in your silky hair. The tips of his fingers wind themselves loosely at the root and pull slightly, just enough to create tensions.
“Killian.” You mumble.
His lips pull into a smile against your mouth knowing that it would drive you crazy. You back away slowly again drawing the tender skin of your lip in between your teeth. His eyes are filled with perplexity as he looks at you and for that you felt bad. It wasn’t that you don’t love Killian because you do, it’s just he has so much more experience. You haven’t ever kissed anyone before Killian, not even the innocent and meaningless kiss that a child experiences in grade school.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. I’ll be right back.” you excuse yourself from the room.
Wandering down the hallway you have walked a million times before, you sense the feeling of being lost creeping up on you. You turn into the room on your left which happens to be the bathroom. Warm tears start to well up in your eyes as you stare into the mirror. The reflection you see isn’t the strong and passionate girl you usually see. The person staring back at you is small and confused. You dab away the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes and grab the doorknob with your trembling hand. Before you open the door you inhale deeply and exhale as the door swings open. You take on step out of the door and crash into Killian.
“(y/n) what’s that matter?”
Killian places his hand on your arm holding you in place. His eyes squint at first but then soften as he sees a small tear roll down your face.
“Hey now. No need to cry love.” he reassures you.
You are at a loss of words, so you stand there bewildered for a moment. Falling into his chest, he tucks your head underneath his chin and rubs small circles into your back. He sighs wracking his brain as to why you are upset.
“I’m sorry.” you whisper.
“Sorry for what?” his voice trails off.
“I’m just. I’ve been thinking.” you stutter.
“About?” he inquires with sad eyes.
“How inexperienced I am.” you mumble.
“Whatever do you mean?” his lips draw into a frown.
“I’ve never… been with anyone else. I can’t imagine the kind of women you have seen and.” you are cut off.
“I don’t care about those women (y/n). You are innocent, and that’s what makes you, you. Sure I’ve kissed other women before but who am I standing here with, huh?” he brushes back a piece of your hair and tucks it behind your ear.
“Me.” you frown.
“So wipe that from off your face. Such a shame to see such a pretty lass with a frown.” he kisses the top of your head.
After that night all of your doubts washed away. Killian was there to stay. From time to time you ask him about past experiences, like if he’s ever had his heart broken, or thought about marrying a woman from his past. He would always direct the attention back to you though, because you are the one that has captured his heart.
[Author’s note: Once again gif isn’t mine. Also send in requests love! I have plenty of time to spare xx]