A/N: CS Bodyguard AU. You can blame this little verse on these photos and swans-and-scoundrels' enabling.
(I’m Gonna Love You) Even If My Heart Would Break (1/4)
Stubborn. Insufferable. Pain in the damned arse. Spoiled brat.
He hitches her further over his shoulder, ignoring the drunken giggle that leaves her mouth. It’s immediately followed by a hiccup and the grip of her hands and those delicate fingers on his hips for purchase — he ignores that too. Stupid, stupid, stupid woman.
Killian Jones has always considered himself a patient man, but for some reason his supply of it always seems to wane where she is concerned and now is no exception. It’s a bloody mess she’s made of herself again, and directly in the spotlight no less. He can practically hear her PR team already, Ruby’s incessant yelling and murderous looks aimed his way because he was supposed to be watching her.
Well he bloody would be watching her if she didn’t keep trying to give him the slip at every opportunity. He’s starting to think she means to make his life miserable (or a complete living hell) on purpose — either way, it ends tonight. He’s put up with her behavior for long enough and he’ll fucking handcuff himself to her if necessary.
“Your ass is in my face,” she tells him suddenly, like she’s answered the very mystery of the universe, and giggles again.
“How very astute, darling,” he mutters.
“So grumpy, Jonesie.”
He hates the nickname, grits his teeth against it, and wonders where the hell he went wrong in his miserable life, wonders what the hell he was thinking when he signed on to be the head of security for Emma Swan, pop star extraordinaire.