Frigid, CS weather-related One Shot, Teen

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Rating: Teen, adult language and situations, innuendos.

Description: It’s winter time in Storybrooke and even for Maine, it’s cold.  Temperatures however are rising inside the Swan-Jones household.

Author’s Note: There is an adult version, but I warn you, it’s really mature.  Please read this one if you’re young or not into that. It’s exactly the same just with those parts removed.

Fun fact:  Some set observers in Steveston (the real town where they film outside shots for Storybrooke)  have referred to Jennifer Morrison as a cute burrito because she wraps in layers to protect herself from the cold.

2418 words

Frigid, Teen

Killian Jones stood in the hallway of the home he shared with Emma Swan.  His arms were folded and he shook his head with disapproval.

“What?” Emma asked.

“I do not like this cold spell we are having.”

She chuckled.  “Really?  I thought the cold didn’t bother you.”

“The attire for said cold does bother me, in fact, it’s positively vexing.”

Emma stood before him wearing a big puffy gray coat, high black boots, her favorite gray beanie, gray gloves, and a thick red scarf wound tightly around her neck and lower half of her face.  

“You are wearing far too many clothes, Swan!” he cried.

She laughed.  “I’m going out in sub-zero temperatures, Babe.”

“But I can barely see your lovely peach flesh!  Your golden tresses are completely hidden from me!  T’is a travesty!”

They heard laughter as Henry came down the stairs.  “You do look kind of funny, Mom, like a big fuzzy burrito.”

“A what?”

Henry smiled.  “Remember that Mexican food we had the other night, the one with the rolled tortilla stuffed with the meat and sauce?”

“Oh, yes,” said Killian.  He smirked at Emma. “The lad is right, you are reminiscent of the spicy delicacy.”  He stepped forward, pulled the scarf down slightly and said.  “I am fond of your…fillings.”

She turned red and Henry groaned loudly.   “Killian,” she hissed.

Henry walked past them to the door.  “Only you could pervert a burrito,” he mumbled as he walked outside.

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