Title: Twister

Rating: T

Written for CS Drabble Prompt which included the words bend, game, heat.


"Let's play Twister!" Roland insisted, voice rising high above Henry's suggestion of Charades.

"But they're old," Henry stage-whispered, gesturing his hand idly at the adults in the room, "they can't bend and move like we can," he told the eight year old.

"Is that a challenge I hear?" Killian asked, drawing Roland's wooden sword and standing to face his stepson, but Henry merely rolled his eyes at him.

Roland laughed loudly, scrambling to reach for a pillow to fight Killian.

"Twister!"

"I didn't hear you say please," Regina reminded, voice light.

"Please, can we play Twister?"

"Well since the boy asked so politely…" Robin said, grinning as he accepted the game box from Emma.

"I'm out of this one," Regina said, sitting down on the couch.

Roland rounded on her immediately, eyes wide. "Nooooooo, you have to!"

She pulled the boy into her embrace, kissing his cheek. "I'm not so… what's the word Henry used? Bendy? Well, I'm not so flexible, but I promise I'll tickle your father so you can win, okay?"

"That's cheating!" Robin yelled, from his position on the floor where he and Emma were setting up the coloured plastic sheet.

"Funny, coming from a bandit!"

"Ironic, coming from a pirate!"

"Honestly, it's like I'm the adult one here," Henry said, shaking his head at the two adult men while Roland laughed happily.

"You really are, kid," Emma said, placing the spinner down and stepping back.

"Okay, who's playing?"

"Me!"

"We know you're playing, Roland. Who else?"

"Well, I've been challenged, so I'll play," Killian said.

"If the pirate is playing, so must I," Robin declared, as if preparing for a jousting competition.

"I think I'm just going to sit and watch, thanks," Emma said, accepting a glass of wine from Regina. At Henry's imploring stare, she amended, "At least for this round."

To no one's surprise, Roland won all five rounds.

It was sometime later, after Regina and the two Hoods had left with Henry in tow that Emma and Killian found themselves blissfully alone for the first time in three days.

"That was fun," he murmured into her hair, coming to stand behind her as Emma finished the remnants of her wine.

"Your definition of fun is tiring," she retorted, sighing into his embrace.

"Oh, I've got a better idea of fun, love," her pirate said, wagging his eyebrows at her.

"Oh?"

"That Twister game?"

"Mmhmm?"

"What would it be like… if we played… naked?"

"Rather awkward, if you really think about it."

"Really, Swan?"

"Think about it, you have to contort yourself into weird positions, and it's just… yeah not as attractive as it sounds…"

He kissed her neck, running his fingers down her sides, unbuttoning her shirt as he did so.

"Pretty sure I could change your mind, love," he said, nibbling a spot beneath her ear that always did her in.

"Right foot, green," she said, pushing him towards the mat.