Oh my, I do believe this is a Lieutenant Duckling drabble (eek). Here goes nothing. Wrote this at 1 a.m. so please be gentle with any grammar/spelling mistakes. It's a bit fluffy and actually a fair bit closer to smut than I tend to tread. Nothing graphic though. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you so much for reading!

"Lass, if you would please get down from there." Lieutenant Killian Jones grit out from between clenched teeth.

While he was aware that the flaxen-haired young beauty that was currently gallivanting about the ship held herself with too much proper-breeding to be a commoner and he should, therefore, be addressing her with "milady" at the very least, his frustration with her antics was getting the best of him. Hardly good form, wouldn't you say Jones?

"And would you please allow me to stay here for just a few moments more. I am being careful I promise." Her clear jade eyes peered down at him. "Also, from the looks of things we're practically the same age, no need to be addressing me as if I were a child, Lieutenant." She said his title as if it were a mockery, but he wouldn't let it get the best of him, being of high rank and young in the navy earned one some tough skin towards such remarks.

"With all due respect, lass, same age or no, I will address you as a child so long as you continue to put forth the characteristics of one." Jones, what are you doing, do not piss off the higher class.

The young woman opened her mouth as if to reply, but thought better and shut it, a mischievous smirk slipping over her closed lips as she did so. Lieutenant Jones sighed with relief, taking her silence as obedience.

"Now, milady, if you need assistance in getting down, I am willing to help you. From there I will escort you off the ship with no grievances."

"Ha, yeah, first of all I can get down just fine all on my own. Second, who said anything about me leaving yet? What's wrong, Lieutenant, do you not enjoy my company?" She leaned over a little conspiratorially. "Or have you been stuck on a ship with just men for too long that you don't enjoy any woman's company?" The woman leaned back again her hand covering her mouth as she at least had some sense of dignity to look bashful for her brazen words.

Lieutenant Jones cheeks flamed up as he gaped at her. In what depth of hell did this woman come from? Sucking in a short breath to try and calm himself, he made the attempt to speak once more, but that was the moment the insolent, upper class, fool-of-a-girl decided she was going to blindly try and make her way down from mainmast's ratlines. Naturally, she lost her footing on her second inexperienced step and fell. Before he could even think about what was happening she was in his arms. Bright, green eyes mirroring the sea he so loved, were set wide and staring less than a centimeter from his robin-egg blue ones. Both of them were breathing heavily and their hands clutched tightly to the other. Hers were fisted in the collar and the front of his naval jacket, his gripped onto her bare arm hard enough to bruise the next day and the layers of skirts near her knee. For a moment all that could be heard were panting and the rush of blood in their ears. Then came the noise of palace guards down the street. The Lieutenant's eyebrows raised as the young woman muttered a curse that would have made some men aboard his ship blush, not that he should be surprised at this point. Quickly she wriggled herself out of his grasp and grabbed his hand. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but the pleading look she shot him as she tugged him across the deck and below shut him up. Pulling him along, she came to Liam's cabin, the Captain's cabin. What is she playin at? She fiddled with the knob but as he expected it was locked. Frantically she turned back around her eyes scanning the hallway again, her mind seemingly at work as booted feet hit the upper deck. Gods, what is this woman in for. It took him all of a second to make a decision before he was tugging the spare key out of his coat pocket. In the name of intended good form… Shoving the key into the slot and twisting he threw the door open, the young woman immediately darted inside. He quickly followed behind retrieving the key and locking the door behind him once more. As the heavy steps of the King's personal soldiers came closer they held their breaths. The doorknob wiggled, there was a pause. Finding it locked the evenly paced steps retreated. Lieutenant Jones was fairly certain he didn't start breathing again until the sound of booted feet were completely gone from the deck above. The breath he let out in a whoosh and then made to reclaim was quickly knocked out of him once more as a smaller body crashed into him and wrapped themselves around him.

"My hero." The tone was clearly sarcastic but the sentiment sincere underneath.

Lieutenant Jones allowed his arms to encircle her slender frame for a moment, until his senses returned and he realized he was in a very compromising position, pressed against a woman, in a locked room, and then she kissed his cheek. Abruptly he broke the hug and held her at arm's length, his face a bright red no doubt, her telltale smirk planted on her inviting lips. No, no, no, she is an honorable lady, you are not to think of her like that. Jones cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Uh, you should- you should go, las- milady."

She quirked an eyebrow at his obvious flustered state, her amused expression only growing in intensity. "You really know nothing about women, do you?"

Jones spluttered at the blunt change in subject. "I-I do too! Besides, it doesn't pertain to this situation at all, what are you doing aboard this ship in the first place? Damn it all, you are not to be on here, I don't care which Lord or Duke you came from, this is property of the Royal Family, of the King, and you are trespassing. I don't know what else you did to get in trouble with their guards but this ends now! I hid you, I went against good form, and my King, now please tell me what the bloody hell is going on!" His voice rose with each sentence, until the end of his short speech where he came short of shrieking.

The golden haired beauty stood calmly in front of him for a moment more. Then took one step towards him, her hands fisted in the collar of his naval jacket and yanked him forwards, her mouth crashing into his. Jones let out a startled grunt. The hurried, sloppy kiss lasted for less than a few seconds and then she was gone again. He opened his eyes, not having even realized they'd closed in the first place, and looked down in wonder at the siren still holding firmly onto his coat's collar. Without any other forethought one of his hands was in her yellow curls at her neck, pulling her back to him again, the other gripping her hip and holding her whole body closer to his. The kiss was messy, but neither objected. Her teeth tugged on his bottom lip. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as both their lips parted. Teeth clacked, breathy sighs filled the cabin, her fingers found their way to the hair at the back of his head and buried themselves. It wasn't until he bit into her upper lip and swiped over the small wound with his tongue that a low moan escaped her, spurring him on all the more. Suddenly she was being lifted up, her legs reflexively wrapped around his waist earning a rough groan from him, and being shuffled across the small expanse of floor before unceremoniously being dropped onto the surface of his brother's desk. The back of his hand hit something hard and metallic. Distractedly he glanced down at the pocket watch by her thigh. 6:23. She pulled him back in, however, hips rocking against his, no doubt feeling exactly what all this was doing to him. Killian couldn't help but try to pull her all the closer and respond in kind, grinding against her. 6:23, that's… rather late… One his calloused thumbs skimmed the underside of her clothed breasts sending a small shiver through her and setting a smug smirk to his face as they continued to devour one another. 6:23… she should be getting… home soon… family might… miss her… His next groan was in exasperation as he wrenched himself away. His hand clumsily fumbled with the watch, now reading 6:33, and he held it up for her to see.

"It's… rather late, as much… as, I hate to… stop this…" He tried to explain breathlessly.

Her eyes widened as she read the time. Immediately her legs unwrapped from around him and she shoved him away, cursing all the while. Flinging the door open she was almost across the threshold before she turned back around.

"In case you were wondering, my name's Emma, and just so you know your good form and fealty to the King are still intact, Lieutenant Killian Jones." She was running down the hall and off the ship before he had time to fully process what she meant.

Emma,…isn't… the Princess's name is- bloody buggering-!