Author Note: Welcome to the insanity that is my CS Group Prompt for “David’s Reaction.” I’m sorry in advance for terrible (or maybe you’ll like it, ye saucy mink) mental images. Please enjoy, and check out the other works in the prompt here:
Author’s note: A one shot for the CS Group Project! My take on David discovering the coffee. You know of what I speak. Enjoy!
Savor
Arms slipped around
his waist, a warm cheek rubbed against his back. “So domestic.”
Killian chuckled
quietly, continuing to scrub the glass in his hand, hook dug into the
sponge. “Would you rather we waited until everyone is gone?” The
adults in their circle gathered at their home for a rare evening of
camaraderie. Food, drink and increasingly drunken stories were the
order of the evening, everyone declaring a break from Storybrooke’s
latest crisis. It was their first time playing host in their home and
Killian was surprised at how nervous he was about it.
“Are you sure
you’re not hiding?”
“And why would I
be hiding?” He rinsed out the glass and placed it in the drying
rack, then dried his hand on a towel.
“Open book,”
she said, kissing the back of his neck.
“That’s my line,
love,” he countered, turning in her arms. “Stealing again?”
“You’ve always
said I’d be a good pirate.” She made no effort to put any space
between them, even going so far as to press her body harder against
his. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, see the slightly
dilated pupils.
Author’s Note: Way back in 1998, Sports Night introduced my preteen sister and a teenage me to Starland Vocal Band’s “Afternoon Delight,” which then kind of became a joke in my family because my sister, in all her preteen innocence, thought the song was about going out to lunch. (Spoiler alert: it is so not.) Take this family joke, add the prompt, mix it all together, and you get what you see below. 😉
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“Well, isn’t this a wonderful surprise,” a grinning David said
as his lovely wife came around the corner into the bullpen of the
sheriff’s station, pushing their content baby boy in the stroller. On
top of the stroller’s sunshade lay what David gathered was the reason
for Snow’s visit: a plastic container filled to the brim with freshly
baked chocolate chip cookies.
David pushed himself up from his seat and greeted his wife with a
kiss. “I had some free time this morning and thought I’d surprise
my two favorite sheriffs,” Snow confirmed as David crouched down to
unbuckle little Neal and take him into his arms. She peeked into
Emma’s office and was surprised to find it empty. “Speaking of,
where is that daughter of ours?”
“Having lunch on the Jolly Roger with Hook,” David
answered, standing up straight and planting a kiss on baby Neal’s
forehead. “She did say they weren’t sailing today, though, just
spending her lunch hour at anchor.”
“Aw, she’s going to miss it.”
He didn’t even have to ask what Snow meant. Every time Snow baked
cookies, Emma mentioned that she adored eating them fresh out of the
oven. They were the best when they were still warm and soft and the
chocolate was still all melty, to use her exact words. It was such a
relatively short amount of time in a chocolate chip cookie’s life
span that it would be over by the time Emma returned to the station
from her lunch break.
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