Character Appreciation: "I'll fight you."
Book Club, Phillip: breaking a bone, gift, control
Showtime, That Would Be Enough: FrankAlice
Amber's Attic: FrankAlice
Piñata, medium
Word Count 377
"At least you're pretty," Frank offers, lips quirking into an awkward, nervous smile. "That's gotta count for something, right?"
Alice glares up at him. She wants nothing more than throw something at him, but her wrist is very much broken. Judging by the swelling in her foot, she guess her ankle is possibly broken as well. "I'll fight you," she grumbles, but her heart isn't in it.
Her boyfriend moves with surprising grace on his ice skates. Alice doesn't know how he does it, and she is grudgingly impressed. Somehow, he even manages to carefully scoop her into his arms without losing his balance. "Would you really try to fight your rescuer?" he asks, skating along.
"Since my bones wouldn't be broken if my 'rescuer' hadn't decided to go ice skating… In a heartbeat," she confirms, though she can't resist the smile that tugs at her lips.
"You wound me. Not my fault you can't control yourself and had to literally fall for me."
His grin tells her that he's insanely proud of his joke. Alice lets out a small laugh and shakes her head. "That was terrible."
"Not as terrible as your balance."
She's about to respond when Frank carefully sets her down on the snowy bank by the frozen pond. The snow freezes her bum, and she shrieks but can't get away. "It's bloody cold!"
"Shhhh. Come on. Wrist first."
With a wince, she extends her arm. Frank examines her with the softest of touches. "Clean break," he announces, drawing his wand. "Easy enough fix."
He mutters the healing spell, and Alice hisses as she feels her bones shift and fuse themselves back together. The pain fades after a few moments. Frank focuses his attention on her ankle now. The process repeats, and she feels as good as new again.
"Still wanna fight me?" he asks sheepishly.
With a laugh, Alice wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer and kissing him. "I guess I'll let you slide this time."
"Great! Back to skating?"
Alice groans and rolls her eyes. "I have many gifts," she tells him. "Ice skating is not one of them."
He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Hot chocolate then?"
"Now that sounds like the perfect end to a date."
