Drabble-a-day-a-day-behind: Mulled wine (whumpfic)
somewhat loosely linked to 'william no-tell'
Avalanche
It happened in an instant-no warning. Even if he had heard the rumble that had rolled down before the icy wave struck, like thunder out of a clear-blue sky, he could not have reacted quickly enough.
He had been gliding down the shimmering slope in vigorous pursuit of his willowy blonde ski instructor. She had twisted back to laugh at him, her skis slicing through the powder, taunting voice egging him on with promises of massages and mulled wine…
The next moment he was enveloped. The river of ice crested and pulled him down under its deadly current. All he knew then was rolling, wrenching, smothering cold.
Avalanche
It happened in an instant-no warning. Even if he had heard the rumble that had rolled down before the icy wave struck, like thunder out of a clear-blue sky, he could not have reacted quickly enough.
He had been gliding down the shimmering slope in vigorous pursuit of his willowy blonde ski instructor. She had twisted back to laugh at him, her skis slicing through the powder, taunting voice egging him on with promises of massages and mulled wine…
The next moment he was enveloped. The river of ice crested and pulled him down under its deadly current. All he knew then was rolling, wrenching, smothering cold.