Disclaimer: Ishinomori's, not mine.
Notes: Pure Joe/Frannie
fluff. And I know nothing about ice staking, so sorry if I wind up
accidently offending the ice skating community somehow. Oh, and Joe
is (even more of) a dick in this. P Consider yourself warned.
"Weird. I always thought you'd be a good ice skater," Joe remarked innocently as he skated a circle around a teetering Francoise Arnoul. "I've seen you when you're dancing, and you're always so graceful, y'know?"
"Ballet doesn't involve trying to keep your balance on giant sheets of ice!" If Francoise hadn't been so terrified of falling flat on her face, Joe would be currently drawing his last breath. Giving up on any dignity she had left, the graceful ballerina/ironically klutzy skater held her arms in fronts of her in a last ditch effort to stay upright.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. She freefell into a snow bank nearby.
"Francoise!" Joe sped to her end of the frozen lake. He could see her pink tights-clad legs sticking out of the snow, but that was it. "Are you okay?"
There was an unnerving silence... and then Joe let out a yelp as she pulled him down with her.
"There. Now we're even." Despite her words, Francoise was smiling radiantly, pale blonde hair contrasting against her flushed face.
For a second, Joe thought he was falling, until he realized it was just Francoise pulling him down again.
--
"Yo, Joe! Frannie! Chang's made a fresh batch of hot chocolate; you two... want... any..." He snerked as he watched the two from Professor Kozumi's front porch. "'Bout time."
"Something wrong, Jet?" Albert looked up from his book.
"Nah. Here." He handed the German one of the mugs he was holding and took a sip from the other one. "I was going to offer some to Joe and Francoise, but it looks like they're having too much fun playing in the snow."
Author's Note: Sorry about the G.I. Joe reference. What can I say? I was a kid during the eighties. P