My title wouldn't fit: Snowflakes Aren't the Only Things That are Fallin'
All you CS FF writers are very rude for writing angst and ruining my life and making me cry. I needed fluff. I couldn't find fluff. So here is some fluff.
Set post Snow Queen defeat because I can't deal with all this ~sadness~ anymore. Very short. Unedited, no beta. So sorry if there are some spelling errors. Enjoy xox
She hugs her with a gentle, but reassuring force.
"This is not goodbye," she whispers into her hair, as she squeezes her just a little tighter to ensure that her words are true.
"I know." She whispers back, as their bodies remain tangled together because neither of them truly want to let go just yet.
"Thank you for everything, Emma." She says, as she pulls away, gripping her shoulders as her icy blue eyes meet hers. She nods, and fights the urge to cry because damn she has become such a sap lately. But she can't deny that all this new love in her life has changed her for the better. And she truly does appreciate that she feels the need to cry as she bids her friend, her best friend goodbye.
Elsa gives her one last smile, one last look of something that is beyond words. An understanding of finding peace within yourself and falling in love with who you are echoes in their gestures. No words are needed to say all that they already know. She wishes she could formulate how thankful she is for Elsa, for showing her the way into love. But she knows Elsa knows that what they had and what they will always have will be beyond simple words. It is a connection she shares with her that is beyond any friendship she has ever had. And she will miss her dearly, but she has him. And she is sure there is some way they can communicate (she isn't quite sure if Arrendale is the type of place that has Skype. But they'll figure it out.)
Elsa steps away, and moves towards her own family as they prepare to depart back to Arrendale. Emma sighs to herself, as she brings her arms to her chest as she stares around at the scattered people, her people. Joy is in the air, a heavy wave of happiness hits her but does not weigh on her. For the first time in her life she is okay with the feeling of happiness and does not feel scared by it. She knows that it will last. She welcomes it, and basks in the way her heart feels as if it will leap from her chest.
(Her breath hitches at that thought, though. For hearts belong lodged deep within chests. So although she truly feels like her heart will burst, she knows it will remain where it is and so shall his.)
She sees Elsa flick her wrist, and snow begins to fall gently from the sky. She rolls her eyes at the kind gesture, but truly Emma is sick of snow and ice and being cold. But she revels in the flakes as they fall into her hair, laughs as Kristoff twirls Anna lovingly and watches with a smiles as her parents hold Neal close as he experiences his first true, non-ominous, snowfall.
She feels fingers sneak onto her waist and she exhales at the feeling of his fingers and hook creeping under her shirt to settle onto her hips. She feels his chin rest against her shoulder and she leans her head knowingly onto his soft cheek.
"Quite a fitting conclusion to our Ice Queen saga." He murmurs, as his hot breath travels perfectly over her chilled neck. She laughs at that, and hums in agreement.
"I suppose it is." She says, as she turns to face him. Her eyes dance across his features. Memorizing the curve of his scar and his scruff that she loves to feel scrape her cheeks (and thighs…)and watches with careful eyes as snowflakes get caught in his lashes. His blue eyes seem more effervescent than ever before, and she has to remind herself to breathe because he is really here and he is really hers. She carefully brings her hand to his chest, her icy fingers press into his skin as she searches for the thrumming.
"It's there," he assures her, as his eyebrows quirk upwards and a smirk plants itself onto his smug face. "You should know that, love. You're the one who put it there." And there it is; the flirty, cocky, stupidly handsome pirate that she fell in love with. She smiles, closing her eyes as her fingers relax away from his chest.
"Just making sure." She whispers, as she leans her head against him. They remain quiet for awhile. The buzz of the town is still all around them, and she is certain that Elsa has created an ice-rink somewhere in the distance for Leroy seems to enjoy laughing boisterously every time someones falls. They are in tune with each other, their movements are always so in sync and it's hard for her to believe that what they have is real. That she has found a person who is very much in love with every part of her. (The lost girl, the broken orphan, the stubborn woman she has become..) She reflects on their adventures, their heated arguments and Neverland. She thinks back to that time when she was so determined to remain a victim to love and how Killian saw past her walls and was determined to destroy them. She remembers, suddenly, the words that he said to her in the heat of the Neverland forests. She remembers the way his words clawed at her heart and how they seemingly yearned for her heart to listen to him and just let him in. She hears them clear as day, sees the determination in his eyes as if it were yesterday.
"You did it," she says, breaking the calm silence that they had been enveloped in. His arms anchor themselves more firmly around her. As he peers down at her.
"I've done many things, Swan, but I am not sure of what you speak of now." He says as he continues to sway her, lulling her into a state of pure relaxation.
"You won my heart. And it wasn't because of trickery. It was because I wanted-I want you." He stills at her statement, and she watches as his eyes widen slightly, and grow soft as he smiles coyly at her blushing cheeks. She watches him memorize the way the words sounded coming from her lips and she knows that this is all that she has ever wanted and she knows that this is all he has ever wanted too.
"Told you," is all he manages to utter as he returns to swaying her. The snow begins to pile up at their feet and her toes are growing numb but she feels a his warmth encapsulate her. (The cold never bothered her anyway when he was around.)
"I guess you did." She squeezes him a little tighter, and he flinches as she finds the spot on his back where he is quite ticklish. He pushes her from his chest, so that their eyes can meet. And for the second time today she feels an undeniable connection between herself and another person. It's strange how she once believed that she could never obtain friendship or love. And now she has both and she doesn't miss the loneliness or the solitude that once was all she had.
He leans forward and kisses her slowly, without haste or worry of some impending doom that seems to linger around every corner in this town. He kisses her knowing that all they have now is time and moments and a whole life ahead of them to look forward to together. He kisses her knowing how to move and where to touch and when to turn. He kisses her like she is the only girl he has ever wanted to kiss and she falls into him, and falls further into his strong hands.
She falls into love.
And it's so easy with him. And it's so perfect.
And she loves him.
God does she love him.
And when she finally says it out loud she understands that her life, despite how terrible it once was, was all leading up to this moment. And she can't say she imagined the words to slip from her lips any other time.
In the middle of this very weird town that she now calls home as a bunch of people look at them in the midst of an unnatural snowstorm.
As snowflakes are falling into their hair and their bodies meld together and they are surrounded by fairytale characters and god it's so weird but this is her life. And it's good and she loves it and it is working.
And she knows in this moment that she was always meant to love Killian Jones.
