I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before.
He’s never been one for Agrabah - too hot, not nearly enough water, the sand burns at his eyes - and it makes him uneasy to linger for too long. But now they’re stuck here, sent on some ridiculous hunt through the city for a boy named Aladdin, and not for the first time he wonders why he keeps on following this woman.
(He knows exactly why.)
He grabs a veiled merchant as she exits the place where Emma disappeared to an hour ago (“We cannot walk around this city with me looking like this.” She had pressed a quick kiss to his lips and pushed him towards a clothing stall to change himself. “Plus, I’m hot as hell.”) and inquires as to where she may be, but all he gets is a quick nod to the back. He rolls his eyes as he pushes through gauzy curtain and slips into dim light, only to pause with a sharp inhale because -
- gods above, she is a vision.
She is relaxed on a chaise lounge when he silently slips past the last curtain, creamy skin on display as her breasts practically spill out of her corset (if he can even bloody call it that). Jewels and baubles adorn her fingers and wrists as she takes a sip from the cup in her hand, rearranging her skirts so he can see the long line of her legs - flawless, bare skin up to where thigh meets hip. He swallows hard, and pushes a hand through his hair.
"Darling - " He coughs to clear his throat and she grins, slow and seductive and bloody hell.
"Close your mouth, Killian." She places the cup lightly to the side, green eyes sparkling as she reclines, her fingers dipping down and across the swell of her breasts. She thumbs at the edge of the corset, slipping her finger beneath, and he imagines what the skin there must taste like - if it’s salty or sweet. "It’s rude to stare."
He takes another step closer, arching an eyebrow. “And what about touching?”
Her legs shift and part and he gathers the smooth material of her skirt in his fist, inching it up over her knees. Her head falls back, back arching and maybe a brief respite in this adventure is in order.
"Touching is encouraged."