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“She knows.”
Turning his head, Killian dropped the cigarette he’d been smoking, grinding it out carefully with the heel of his boat as he walks deeper into the shadows to where the voice came from.
“Hello to you too, darling… now who knows what?”
He can barely see her in the dark of the alley, but that’s the point after all, her rules - no one else sees and no one else knows. He doesn't mind much, only wishes he could see more of her gorgeous face. But he knows in this mood, she’s likely to slit his throat for staring to long. Or at the very least kick him somewhere very uncomfortable.
“Aurora…” Mulan whispers quietly. “She caught me sneaking in… she’s asking questions.”
“She does love her questions.”
“Stop being an ass, she’s going to find out it’s you.”
Killian huffed softly. “Would that really be so bad? So ‘Rora’d know.”
“It’s bad.” She glared at him. “It’s you, and you’re... you.”
“Then why are you here with me?" He couldn't help a cocky grin. "I seem to recall this all being your idea.”
It’s fun to watch her struggle for a response, hell, Killian doesn’t know why he keeps coming back for these clandestine little meetings, but there’s something addictive about it. “Do you want to stop, Mulan? Just say the word and we’re done.”
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the lapels of his stupid jacket and pushes Killian back against the wall of the alley. “You’re still just stupid pirate, and I don’t trust you and if she finds out…”
“She won’t find out… stop worrying and start snogging me.”
The eyeroll is epic, but instead of backing away, Mulan’s weight settles against him, overly familiar at this point.
“She finds out and I’m cutting off your other hand.”
“It’s a deal, darling.”
“Stop talking. You’re much more tolerable when you’re not talking.”