Christmas in March
Because we had feet of snow last week and I don’t know if I trust in Spring.
A close chuckle made her eyes snap back open, starting at the sight of her pirate suddenly feet from her with a wide smirk on his face.
“The Saviour gets defeated by some pretty lights and some string?” Killian asked, hook lightly tapping on the strand.
She was not amused. “Don’t you have some tinsel to maim or something?”
Seemingly unperturbed by her tone, he stepped closer, hook latching onto the lights. “Here love, let me help.”
Emma scoffed. She had two hands and ended up in this mess. Clearly he was just going to make it worse–
Hand and hook moved methodically until Emma was freed, minutes later while he stood, holding two perfectly untangled strands of lights and a teasing grin on his face above the ridiculous red-and-green scarf Mary Margaret had tossed to him when he offered to brave the cold and assist David with the lights.
She was not a scrooge.
But this was all too much.