I'm in the middle of a blizzard, so here's a little snow-inspired future ficlet.

"Swan?"

Her lips curve into a smile against the soft plush of the blanket pushed all the way to her nose at the sound of his sleepy voice seeking her out. Waiting until she hears his bare feet hit the bottom of the stairs, she waves her hand over the top of the back of the sofa to reveal her whereabouts.

Ring-free fingers take hold of hers before she can sink her hand back into her cocoon, her already chilled skin warming from his touch and the ever present affection in his gaze.

"What are you doing down here, love?"

His voice is deeper in the morning, gravely and completely unguarded. She wonders sometimes if she loves him most when he first wakes, but knows in reality she's just falling more in love with him on each new dawn of this life they have embarked on, together.

"Look outside…"

There's a giddiness simmering in her chest as she watches him shift his attention to the window, her smile widening as his eyes register what has happened overnight and his jaw going comically slack.

"Bloody hell…is Elsa back, or do we have another ice queen on the loose?"

"I wish it was Elsa, but no, just a snowstorm."

Obviously sensing the hint of longing in her voice as she spoke of her friend, she feels Killian's fingers tighten around hers as he continues to take in the sea of white that has overwhelmed over their landscape.

"I don't recall ever seeing this much snow in all my years."

"I'd try to explain global warming to you, but…"

"Warming? But, it's snow…and I'm bloody freezing?"

She really doesn't have it in her to give a lecture on climate change. What she wants is to burrow against his bare chest beneath her fuzzy blanket and kiss those adorably confused lips between naps and Netflix binges. It's time to introduce her pirate to what it means to take a snow day.

Giving his hand a small tug, she lifts the side of her blanket up in invitation.

"It's pretty cozy under here, care to join me?"

His head dips down to brush his lips over the back of her hand before he releases it, the sweet gesture still managing to rise a flush in her cheeks despite the many places on her body those lips have explored in far less innocent endeavors. As his pajama pant clad legs come into view by her head, she presses against the back of the couch to give him room to stretch out beside her. Free of his brace, the smooth end of his wrist comes to rest between her shoulder-blades as he folds her up in his arms, the soft hair on his chest tickling her nose as she finds a comfortable position. Once settled with the blanket covering them both, she presses a smile into his collarbone and lets her gaze fall back to frosted edges of the window as her fingers trace snowflake designs on his bicep.

"I hope you didn't have any plans today."

His fingers slide further into her hair at that, gently moving between her curls as he so loves to do.

"Nothing that could top this, love."

Lifting her chin, she sees him looking down at her and it only takes a quick glance at his lips for him to meet her halfway. Not needing more than this, they share a sweet, gentle kiss, lingering for only a moment before reclaiming their previous positions. As his hand continues its path amidst her tresses and her fingers cling tight to his side, she can feel her magic begin to tingle to life beneath her palm. The love she has inside, it's too much to contain.

His arm tightens around her back as his skin soaks up the warmth of her light, his hand in her hair never faltering as he continues to stroke, never flinching. As the last flicker subsides, she feels his lips press a soft kiss to her forehead and his soft whisper of "I love you, too."