She's got her arms crossed over her chest and is bundled in four layers of clothing, but still, she shivers. Emma makes a disgusted face as she admits to no one in particular, "I hate the cold."
"I could warm you up, luv," Killian is quick to offer, crossing across the police station to take her in his arms. He crooks his finger underneath her chin and lifts her face so that her eyes meet his.
Despite the freezing cold, Emma has to grin. "You never stop, do you?"
"Where you're concerned, darlin', never."
"I bet that silver tongue of yours kept many a wench warm two hundred years ago."
"You pain me, Emma!" he jests, making a face that causes her to laugh. He grins and solemnly adds, "But it doesn't matter who I warmed or didn't warm before. You're the only fire I want to stoke now."
"Geez louise," Will Scarlet complains from his cot in the single cell. "First a bloke can't get a decent meal around here, and then I have to listen to this rubbish!" He turns his back on them, burrows his head in his jacket, and tries to shut them out. Closing his eyes, he thinks again of his beloved Anastasia and has to admit that he would have once been quick to try such lines on her. Maybe that was really why he couldn't stand the Pirate: He reminded him too much of himself, but he had his lady while Will feared he might never see Ana again.
Emma and Hook, meanwhile, had stopped wasting time for words, and Killian was making good on his promise to keep Emma warm. His tongue wrapped around hers like a blanket of fire as he deepened their kiss. His arms were already around her waist, pressing her close, but as she leaned in closer, her clothes rode up a little higher on her body, exposing the small of her back. She jumped against him as his metal hook, still a bit frosty from his time outside, touched her skin and a new shiver exploded through her. Lifting his lips from hers, he murmured a quick and bashful, "Sorry."
Silently cursing his hook and lack of a proper, second hand, Killian started to withdraw himself from his lady when Emma stilled him by touching his ? arm. "Don't," she whispered. She reached down his arm and ran her fingertips over his hook. She shivered again from the touch.
He frowned. "Emma, you don't have to -- "
"I want to, Killian." He was set to argue with her, knowing that she was only wanting to accept his hook because it was a cursed part of him, when she grabbed his hook and placed it back on her back. She arched against him, and the feel of her body willingly pushing up against his hook was more than enough to make the Pirate stay in place.
"Emma," he started again, trying to reason with both her and himself. He knew any woman would be scared of his hook, and cold metal didn't feel good regardless in below freezing temperatures such as these.
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Captain Swan and Will/Anastasia: A Frosty Touch (PG-13/T)
Date: 2014-10-29 12:09 pm (UTC)She's got her arms crossed over her chest and is bundled in four layers of clothing, but still, she shivers. Emma makes a disgusted face as she admits to no one in particular, "I hate the cold."
"I could warm you up, luv," Killian is quick to offer, crossing across the police station to take her in his arms. He crooks his finger underneath her chin and lifts her face so that her eyes meet his.
Despite the freezing cold, Emma has to grin. "You never stop, do you?"
"Where you're concerned, darlin', never."
"I bet that silver tongue of yours kept many a wench warm two hundred years ago."
"You pain me, Emma!" he jests, making a face that causes her to laugh. He grins and solemnly adds, "But it doesn't matter who I warmed or didn't warm before. You're the only fire I want to stoke now."
"Geez louise," Will Scarlet complains from his cot in the single cell. "First a bloke can't get a decent meal around here, and then I have to listen to this rubbish!" He turns his back on them, burrows his head in his jacket, and tries to shut them out. Closing his eyes, he thinks again of his beloved Anastasia and has to admit that he would have once been quick to try such lines on her. Maybe that was really why he couldn't stand the Pirate: He reminded him too much of himself, but he had his lady while Will feared he might never see Ana again.
Emma and Hook, meanwhile, had stopped wasting time for words, and Killian was making good on his promise to keep Emma warm. His tongue wrapped around hers like a blanket of fire as he deepened their kiss. His arms were already around her waist, pressing her close, but as she leaned in closer, her clothes rode up a little higher on her body, exposing the small of her back. She jumped against him as his metal hook, still a bit frosty from his time outside, touched her skin and a new shiver exploded through her. Lifting his lips from hers, he murmured a quick and bashful, "Sorry."
Silently cursing his hook and lack of a proper, second hand, Killian started to withdraw himself from his lady when Emma stilled him by touching his ? arm. "Don't," she whispered. She reached down his arm and ran her fingertips over his hook. She shivered again from the touch.
He frowned. "Emma, you don't have to -- "
"I want to, Killian." He was set to argue with her, knowing that she was only wanting to accept his hook because it was a cursed part of him, when she grabbed his hook and placed it back on her back. She arched against him, and the feel of her body willingly pushing up against his hook was more than enough to make the Pirate stay in place.
"Emma," he started again, trying to reason with both her and himself. He knew any woman would be scared of his hook, and cold metal didn't feel good regardless in below freezing temperatures such as these.