#rightfulcaptxin

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“I am exhausted but otherwise fine... more threats than actual harm done, I assure you...” August breathed as lips left his own and he met the gaze of his partner with a weary smile. Their clandestine relationship had managed to remain out of the Storybrooke gossip columns, so he was not surprised by the fact the other had shown once the Charmings and their entourage had left him to rest. 

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The surprise he had caused with his actions would undoubtedly be a source of amusement for some time, and Liam thanked the liquid courage he had taken earlier in the day, just a glass or two to take the edge off his stress from work and overthinking that often occurred when he had something of a personal nature he wanted to achieve. 

“Well, I’m a private man, I’ve never had much cause for sharing. And is there not a phrase about gentlemen and kissing and telling, aye?” he grinned, sparing a wink towards the other. He listened as Ed weighed up his options, a laugh escaping his lips, at the two that were presented to him. He had to admit he was glad his confidence play had worked so early on, for he did not know how long he could sustain it if he was honest. 

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He knew his partner was getting annoyed at him, given his incessant asking as to whether or not he had the time, but Liam could barely hold in the question when his mind was racing with all that was happening. “As long as you’re sure...” he conceded, not wanting to push things too much as he continued to keep his gaze more on their reflected selves in the mirror. 

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“Tread carefully, mate ... “ Fingers brush against the hilt of his blade,black boots taking one small step forward. The noise of the tavern has diminished, its patrons’ gazes no doubt locked on whatever might happen next. A few of his crew wait for orders, straightening up where before they had been leaning against the scarred wooden bartop. Edward Teach is a rightful foe - but Killian has no qualms in settling whatever dispute exists. “ ... lest you find yourself a corpse on the ground.”

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The heated kiss when it came wiped the smirk that had been forming from his face and had Philip breathing a moan against Ed’s lips, hands scrabbling to grasp at the other man’s waist as he did so. He chased the kiss as Ed drew back, shuddering at words breathed against his lips and swallowing hard to stop himself chasing for another kiss. He could only stand still as Ed rearranged suit, feeling the thump of his heart and the incredible want to make a scene and damn all the consequences until the other man stepped back. 

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Listening the other quietly, Philip kept his face neutral while he absorbed what was on offer to him. Nodding at the mention of comfort, he conceded to let himself actually consider what had been placed before him seriously. It was safe, it was private and it was an escape he desperately sought. He swallowed at the idea of letting go of the numbers in his phone-book, the impulsive nights he had undertaken far more times than he cared to admit to.

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The surprised look on Philip’s face held fast as he looked upon the other man, abandoning the documents he had been pouring over from his reclined position on the sofa. The relationship between them, starting out as a matter of convenience and desire, had certainly changed but it was not until he heard the words fall from Ed’s lips that he realised how serious they had become. 

“Yeah? Well, I love you too...” he breathed, the words spilling easily as a response in a soft exhale, a sense of gasped joy to his tone. Setting aside his work, he scooted further along the sofa, into the other man’s space and raised a hand to press to Ed’s cheek, holding still for a moment before slipping his hand back into raven locks.