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AN: This is another prompt from Sara K M. Emma spots a mark on her father's neck and quickly wishes that she didn't. I set this post 6x17 so the curse is broken, but there's only vague references.
The Guest that asked for Snowing in the Netherworld, I have added that one to my list.
The Guest that asked for a third sequel to the Dark Snow one shots, I also have that planned as well.
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Once Upon a Snowing
Discreet
Snow nuzzled her nose with his, as they took advantage of Neal's nap to for a very enjoyable make out session. It was quiet for once now that Storybrooke had calmed down a bit, but the backlog of paperwork at the station had Emma and Charming pulling in a few hours on the weekends to catch up.
"I...I need to go," Charming said.
"Mmm...you'll have to move me to do that, handsome," Snow purred from her place in his lap, as she kissed the scar on his chin and then trailed her lips down his neck. His eyes rolled back, as Snow ministrations drove him mad. She yelped and giggled, as he moved them and her back hit the sofa. He pinned her beneath him and kissed her deeply.
"I thought you had to go?" she teased.
"Guess I'm going to be late," she replied, as their lips met again and passion consumed them.
Much later, David hurried frantically into the station..
"Sorry I'm late...Neal spit up and I had to change my shirt," he apologized, as he set his coffee down on his desk.
"Sure...blame my baby brother," she teased, as he dropped a bag from the bakery on her desk.
"Ooohh...bear claws. You're forgiven," she said, excitedly, as she peered into the sack. He smirked and shook his head, as he sat down.
"Any calls?" he asked.
"Surprisingly...no. It's really quiet, but it helps that Queenie's not a problem anymore and Gold's behaving too," she commented.
"Wonders never cease," he said wryly.
"Yeah, maybe we'll actually get a handle on this," Emma said, as she eyed the stack of paperwork. He glared at the stack. It was definitely not what he wanted to be doing on a weekend. They worked in silence for a couple hours, getting quite a bit done, before they decided it was time for a break.
"I'll make a food run," Emma offered, as she got her jacket and started walking past her father when she stopped, as she spotted something on his neck.
"What's that on your neck?" she asked.
"Huh?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and wondered why she was even surprised.
"Seriously...you two are so embarrassing," she complained.
"Emma...what are you talking about?" he asked. But Hook chose that moment to waltz into the station.
"Ready for lunch?" he asked. She sighed.
"You have no idea," she answered in exasperation.
"Nice shiner you have there, mate," Hook commented. His eyes widened, as it finally dawned on him what exactly they were referring to on his neck. He smirked.
"Thanks...I gave Snow one to match," he replied.
"Oh my God...hand over the brain bleach," Emma complained.
"Come again?" Killian asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Rum...liquid forgetting juice…" she clarified.
"Emma...come on, you're not really that embarrassed, are you?" David asked.
"You mean that my parents act like horny teenagers in heat all the time? No, it's great!" she said sarcastically, as she took a swig from Killian's flask.
"Would it help if I buy lunch?" he asked.
"A grilled cheese and some onion rings would be a start," she replied. He chuckled and stood up, grabbing his jacket.
"Your mother and Neal should be here soon too. Tell her I'll be back with lunch," he said, as he left for a run to Granny's. He was right and Snow arrived about five minutes later.
"Here we are," Snow cooed to her baby brother, as she came in pushing the stroller.
"Hey...Dad went to get lunch," she said, as she took the opportunity to hold her baby brother.
"Okay...Neal and I made cookies for dessert, didn't we baby," she cooed, as she placed a contained on the desk. Snow took her coat off and was about to remove her scarf.
"Hey...maybe you could leave the scarf on. I've already been scarred once today," Emma called. Snow looked confused and glanced at Killian, who looked sheepish.
"I believe she's referring to a certain marking she spotted on your husband's neck," Killian informed, cluing Snow in.
"We love Mommy and Daddy, but they really need to learn to be more discreet," she cooed to her baby brother.
"Just think...you have them being embarrassing to look forward to," she cooed.
"And don't tell them, but I secretly like that our Mommy and Daddy are so in love. But like I said, just wish they'd be more discreet. You'll know what I'm talking about someday and then we can complain together," she said, as Neal held his hand up to her and she put her palm against his.
"Baby high five," she cooed, as Snow watched them with a smile. David arrived back and put the sacks down on the desk.
"Hey…" he said, putting his arms around her. She nodded her head to Emma and he saw what she was smiling at.
"Those are our babies, Charming," she cooed.
"Yeah...we made pretty babies," he agreed.
"I can still hear you," Emma complained. They grinned and he kissed her hair. Discretion was definitely not their forte...but love was and always would be in their family.