Okay so before you get started, this isn’t much- and it’s slightly weird as I gave Killian an occupation thats differentfrom the normal tropes. I wrote this relatively quickly and haven’t edited so I’m sorry for that as per usual, but I do hope you sunflowers will enjoy it despite that! <3
The weary feeling had sunken deep into his bones, and he carried it heavily as he dragged his feet up the steps to their home. He fell onto the makeshift bench and used the last of his energy to pull off his boots. They dropped to the porch with a dull thud and Killian released a deep sigh of relief as he massaged the sole of his foot with his fingers, before his head fell back to rest against the siding.
He was sure by now that she had heard, that the word had gotten back to land and sent her into a tailspin as she sat idle at home, helpless. He wanted to go in and comfort her, to reassure her that it had never been him in danger, and yet, at the same time all he wanted to do was hold onto her tightly and find his own solace. He loved his job; at least that’s what he told himself every time he dealt with such a maelstrom.
He heard the creak of door hinge followed by the soft thumps of her bare feet slapping against their porch as she rapidly approached his still form. He took a deep breath before her body collided with his, her assault causing pain to reverberate throughout his sore muscles. He groaned but pulled her tighter to him as he felt the dampness start to seep through his shirt. His hand grasped the back of her neck and his fingers tangled in her hair there as he began to rock her gently; like he would an infant. He tucked his head down so that his every breath was coated in the smell of her hair, almost as if he would be able to breathe in her very essence. Her knuckles were white with strain as her fingers threated to tear holes in his jacket from the strength of her grip.
“Swan, not even Poseidon himself could keep me from you,” Killian whispered on a ragged breath as he attempted to pull her even closer, he had hoped he could strangle his fears amidst their embrace. She attempted to shake her head, but only managed to rub her nose along the collar of his shirt. He laughed feebly at her motion and pulled back just enough to look at her.
“Nothing could keep me from getting back to you.”
“We just heard the report over the radio, that they were air lifting someone out and my heart stopped. I can’t lose you,” her words were broken and they scratched against her throat as she murmured them into his chest.
His hands moved in a rhythmic pattern on her back as he clenched his eyes shut. Behind his eyelids the storm roared back to life, and the waves crashed relentlessly onto the ships deck. They were farther out than they should be, too far from shore and sitting ducks when the sea turned dangerous. Back and forth they rocked, the cages rattled and everyone did their best to man their stations, to keep the boat functioning despite the chaos of the weather. It was when one of the traps sprung loose that the real pandemonium broke lose. It clattered across the deck and rammed into Robin as the next wave hit.
“Come back to me.”
He opened his eyes and his stormy azure eyes met her worried, red rimmed olive ones. Her hands were gripping his cheeks and her thumbs were rubbing the short beard he had grown while away. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers, his own hands moving to comb and tangle through her hair.
He tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against hers. It started gentle but took on a different tone entirely as they both poured everything they had into it. They both knew what they stood to lose, and were thankful that in this moment they were still together. He pulled back and peppered any available skin in light kisses and felt the weight finally lift minutely as her airy giggle sounded through the air.
