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salmon_pinkTitle: Heartbeats
Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Wonderland
Pairing: Will/Anastasia
Rating: NC-17
Words: 496
Timeline: Season One's And They Lived...
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1drabble, prompt "recovery".
There’s a throbbing in Will’s chest, the sensation of being full, solid, whole.
God, he’d forgotten what this could feel like.
Having no heart meant Will’s pain and loneliness were only dull echoes of what they’d once been, but it also meant the same for his happiness. He’d only felt a shallow imitation of it, but now there’s so much joy in him it’s overwhelming.
He’s shaking with it, and Anastasia grabs his hands, holds them tight, and Will realises she’s shaking too.
It’s not having his heart back that makes him feel whole. It’s her.
Will can’t think about the image she made, cold and pale, lying so still. He saw her die twice, and maybe it’s not just the happiness that has him shaking, maybe it’s fear and relief too. But it’s okay, she’s okay, vibrant and alive in his arms.
Jafar’s defeated. Wonderland’s safe. Alice’s somewhere else in the castle, celebrating with Cyrus, meeting his brothers. Will figures he’s due a celebration of his own.
Anastasia grins when he presses her back against the wall, her fingers at the collar of his jacket dragging him in for a kiss that leaves him breathless.
His hands move over her hips, her waist, her chest, trying to relearn her curves. She shoves at his jacket, yanks at his shirt, and the seam of her skirt tears loudly when he pulls at her thigh.
There’s a split second where Will’s instinctively bracing himself for her to get angry, because he can only imagine how expensive that dress is, but Anastasia just laughs, delighted and carefree. Her arms wrap around his neck, and he catches her easily when she pushes up, legs around his waist, tight and warm.
He rips the split in her dress higher over her thigh, because the damn thing’s ruined now, may as well make it worse, and Anastasia squirms and giggles. Her weight is balanced between the wall and his body, her hands between them working open the fly of his jeans, and her smile turns sharper when his hand skims over her hip.
“Not even wearing underwear,” Will grunts in realisation, fingers slipping over bare skin, sliding back to palm her ass and grind their hips together.
“I was hoping for a happy ending,” she smirks mischievously, eyes sparkling, and it turns into a softer, wider smile at his laugh.
“Well, wouldn’t want to disappoint,” he says wryly, wriggling a little so she can push his jean down his hips.
Their fingers lace together, and that throbbing in Will’s chest turns into a roar as he pushes inside her. He groans deep, their foreheads bowed together, breath hot between them as she gasps.
“Ana,” he whispers, and his voice sounds so helpless.
Anastasia kisses him like she’d give him her soul if she could, and Will’s shaking again, or maybe he never stopped. This is where he belongs, in her embrace, and his recovered heart flutters for how right it feels.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Wonderland
Pairing: Will/Anastasia
Rating: NC-17
Words: 496
Timeline: Season One's And They Lived...
Notes: For
1drabble, prompt "recovery".There’s a throbbing in Will’s chest, the sensation of being full, solid, whole.
God, he’d forgotten what this could feel like.
Having no heart meant Will’s pain and loneliness were only dull echoes of what they’d once been, but it also meant the same for his happiness. He’d only felt a shallow imitation of it, but now there’s so much joy in him it’s overwhelming.
He’s shaking with it, and Anastasia grabs his hands, holds them tight, and Will realises she’s shaking too.
It’s not having his heart back that makes him feel whole. It’s her.
Will can’t think about the image she made, cold and pale, lying so still. He saw her die twice, and maybe it’s not just the happiness that has him shaking, maybe it’s fear and relief too. But it’s okay, she’s okay, vibrant and alive in his arms.
Jafar’s defeated. Wonderland’s safe. Alice’s somewhere else in the castle, celebrating with Cyrus, meeting his brothers. Will figures he’s due a celebration of his own.
Anastasia grins when he presses her back against the wall, her fingers at the collar of his jacket dragging him in for a kiss that leaves him breathless.
His hands move over her hips, her waist, her chest, trying to relearn her curves. She shoves at his jacket, yanks at his shirt, and the seam of her skirt tears loudly when he pulls at her thigh.
There’s a split second where Will’s instinctively bracing himself for her to get angry, because he can only imagine how expensive that dress is, but Anastasia just laughs, delighted and carefree. Her arms wrap around his neck, and he catches her easily when she pushes up, legs around his waist, tight and warm.
He rips the split in her dress higher over her thigh, because the damn thing’s ruined now, may as well make it worse, and Anastasia squirms and giggles. Her weight is balanced between the wall and his body, her hands between them working open the fly of his jeans, and her smile turns sharper when his hand skims over her hip.
“Not even wearing underwear,” Will grunts in realisation, fingers slipping over bare skin, sliding back to palm her ass and grind their hips together.
“I was hoping for a happy ending,” she smirks mischievously, eyes sparkling, and it turns into a softer, wider smile at his laugh.
“Well, wouldn’t want to disappoint,” he says wryly, wriggling a little so she can push his jean down his hips.
Their fingers lace together, and that throbbing in Will’s chest turns into a roar as he pushes inside her. He groans deep, their foreheads bowed together, breath hot between them as she gasps.
“Ana,” he whispers, and his voice sounds so helpless.
Anastasia kisses him like she’d give him her soul if she could, and Will’s shaking again, or maybe he never stopped. This is where he belongs, in her embrace, and his recovered heart flutters for how right it feels.
