Drabble Day

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Prompts of the week:
Based on last Sunday's episode, write a scene you think the story line needed or a scene you wish the writers included or extend an existing scene.

Frost

100 - 1000 words. Post a link in the comments to longer fics. You may choose to write your drabble based on one or both. If you choose both, please put each drabble in separate comments.

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If your drabble is rated R or higher, please note that in the subject line.

Have fun!

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Captain Swan and Will/Anastasia: A Frosty Touch (PG-13/T)

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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.

Re: Captain Swan and Will/Anastasia: A Frosty Touch (PG-13/T)

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"I said I want to," she emphasized. Casting quick glances around the station, she opted for the nearest door that would give them some privacy and almost yanked him into the bathroom. His eyebrows rose in surprise and he grinned as she kicked the door shut with her booted foot. "Now come here," she demanded, grasping his black, leather collar and pulling him to her.

Her mouth slammed up onto his, and her tongue wasted no time in diving into his mouth. She ran her tongue playfully over his pearly, white teeth and then wrapped hers around his. Her hips cradled the rise in his leather pants, and she moved automatically closer when his hook tentatively touched the small area of her flesh revealing from underneath her shirts and jacket. She slid against him, arched against him, and shivered once more, but these were good shivers he made her feel.

As Emma deepened their kiss, all but forgotten outside, Will muttered to himself, "Bloody blokes. Raging ice storm outside, and all they can think about is getting laid!" But then, too, all he himself could think of was his cherished Anastasia and how he was going to get back to her. He didn't have a plan yet other than reaching her, but he would. Not snow or ice, wind or hail, Pirates or Sheriffs, or all the Demons in Hell would keep him away from his True Love for all time, and as he grew a little hotter in his cold, cold cell, Will admitted once more to himself that when he did reach her, absolutely nothing would keep him from showing her, once and for all, just how much he truly did love her. He sighed. At least he still had his dreams to help keep him warm.

The End