Drabble Day

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This week's prompt:
Nature's Fury

~100 - 1000 words. Post a link to longer fics in the comments.

~If needed, use the spoiler cut < lj - spoiler > < / lj - spoiler > (no spaces).

~Nature's Fury can be natural or caused by magic.

~Have fun!

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Storm of Obsession

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Characters: Emma/Hook, Henry, Regina/Robin, Snow/Charming, Baby Neal, Rumple/Belle, Walsh, mentions of Roland
Word Count: 810
Rating: PG (obsession, stalking)
Link: AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2293931)

Captain Swan: A Pirate's Passion (PG-13/T)

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She felt like she had been walking in the snow for hours instead of the mere trip down to the docks to check on Hook. She didn't know why the Pirate had to be so stubborn. There was always a room open at Granny's as Storybrooke received so few visitors, and those who did come always spelled trouble and didn't last long. But he wouldn't listen to her advice and come closer into town. He had to be near the water, he said, unless, of course, she was willing to let him room with her.

The mere thought of how he had said the words the last time had some pink returning to Emma's cheeks as she knocked on his door. "Swan?" he asked in surprise upon opening it. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

"L-L-Let me com-come in." She knew she was cold, but she hadn't realized just how badly until this very moment. Her teeth chattered as she tried to talk, and her fingers felt numb as she rubbed her gloved hands together.

He took her hands and led her in. Warmth from the fire he had built immediately called to her, but Hook had other ideas to warm her far better. He didn't release her hands when she entered but instead drew her closer into his arms as he kicked the door closed with the toe of his boot. "You're freezing," he murmured against the top of her head.

He kissed her blonde hair, then her forehead. Each spot his lips touched suddenly felt alive and warmer than she had been in days. Even hovering over the fireplace at her parents' didn't make her this warm. "Hook, I -- I didn't come -- " she started to say.

"Of course not," his deep voice murmured against her ear. "You didn't come for this, for me." He kissed her hair again and then her ear. "You only came to make certain I was all right in this freak snowstorm we're having."

"Pre-Precisely." She felt dizzy; she really had been out in the weather too long. His arms around her felt so warm, so comforting. If only she could shut her eyes for a moment . . .

"Oh, no, you don't, Swan," he chided. A new cold pierced her as his hook carefully lifted her chin. "You're not passing out on me, Princess. Not for this reason at least." Emma was too tired to protest as his lips touched hers. He began slowly, but the heat that spread from his mouth into her body could not be denied its welcome. Her hand caught his jacket, her fingers curling around the black leather. His body stepped closer. His arms pulled her nearer, and she went willingly, if unconsciously.

Slowly, his tongue dipped into her mouth, and where his tender blade touched her insides, Emma felt like a lake that had been iced over for months finally beginning to crack underneath a warm fire. He was fire, undeniably hot fire of which she needed more. Her tongue met his, and together, they slid back and forth, building the heat between them until it was much more than a mere kindling in a stove. Their passion was a full-blown inferno by the time Emma realized what she was doing and where they were heading.

He pulled her down into his lap on his couch, one of only two places he had to sit in his small room, the other being his bed. The fire crackled in front of them. His mouth lifted just long enough that he could whisper to her, "If you tell me to stop, luv, I will." Emma started to speak, but then he was kissing her again. Her eyes drifted closed with the pleasure that engulfed her soul. Nature's fury had been hard to take over the last few weeks, but Emma Swan now realized just how much greater power a Pirate's passion held. Where the blizzard had frozen her outsides, Hook's fire now lit both her outsides and insides, warming her to a level she had never been before. She knew she should say "no", but somehow, he was just too intoxicating. She moaned and let go, and as the snow continued to fall outside, their fire blazed its hottest inside on that cold, December night.

The End