Well, in light of the Titanic anniversary and all this Mad Swan "shipping" and this prompt:

batsonthebrain asked drabblesofmelodies:

MS prompt- (fluff) ice cream, television, blanket and a grouchy Hatter. i'm curious to see what you can do with this.

We have a date night.

"Why are you being so grouchy about this?" Emma arched a brow at Jefferson. He had been huffing and puffing, arms crossed, and chewing the popcorn angrily – and the movie hadn't even started yet. "It was your idea." Jefferson's brow furrowed as he stared at the t.v. and gave her no response. It didn't even look like he was watching the t.v., in fact he seemed to be staring at the t.v. as emphasis for whatever was irritating him.

Emma sighed heavily, reaching for the remote and pausing the D.V.D. "You wanted to have this date. I did not. I can go."

"I want to have the date." Jefferson exclaimed, suddenly worried that Emma would leave him alone. Though he spoke with enthusiasm, he still looked gloomy. "Don't go."

"Then knock it off." Emma glared at him with an I-mean-business glare.

"I wouldn't be pissed off if you hadn't chosen Titanic to watch." Jefferson exclaimed with an almost child-like petulance.

"Are you being serious?" Emma tried to stifle her laughter. "That's why you're pissed?"

"I need ice cream." Jefferson muttered, as he stood up and walked out of the room. He didn't enjoy being laughed at. He rummaged in the freezer significantly longer than it should have taken to find the Rocky Road ice cream that was already practically in his hand.

"Find the ice cream yet?" Emma asked, stepping beside Jefferson.

"Dammit Emma." Jefferson hissed, grabbing the ice cream and turning away from her.

"I'm just going to go, this whole date things is not working." Emma shook her head in defeat.

"Wait! No. Don't go." Jefferson followed her out into the living room, grabbing her keys off of the table before she could reach them.

"Jefferson." Emma growled, eyeing him angrily. "Give me my keys."

"No. I don't want you to leave."

"You won't stop sulking, so I'm going. This is not a date."

"I'll tell you why I am mad. If you don't laugh." Jefferson contemplated extending his hand with the keys in it, but he figured that she'd snap them out of his hand and bolt for the door and he didn't really want to charge her.

"Fine." She crossed her arms across her chest and stared at him.

"I don't like the Titanic."

"Why?"

Jefferson frowned, looking at the ground. "It makes me cry."

"What?" She couldn't hear him, he was whispering so softly.

"It makes me cry." He said a little louder, ashamed of the fact.

Emma didn't let her face betray her, despite wanting to burst into laughter. She didn't peg Jefferson for the crying at movies sort. He seemed to hardened to be a crier. But the look on his face currently was enough to break the hardest heart. His eyes had softened and his lips were quivering.

"I didn't want to cry on our date." He offered her the keys, sitting them back down on the table and moving to the DVD player. "You don't have to stay, you can go."

"No, Jefferson, I'll stay. I'll even watch another movie."

His eyes lit up and he turned around and smiled the smile that she mentally referred to as his partially insane smile. "You'll stay?"

"Yes." Emma smiled at him, moving to sit back down on the sofa. "I told you that I'd try this date thing and I'm serious."

"We can watch Titanic, if-"

"Stipulations, really?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"You don't laugh at me when I cry."

"And?"

"I get to kiss you when they're in the car."

Emma rolled her eyes and motioned for him to sit down, "Fine."

"Prepare for waterworks." Jefferson laughed, grabbing his tub of ice cream and sitting down next to her. He was completely insane and she hated to admit that she loved every last bit of his madness. It was as addicting as the taste of Rocky Road ice cream on his lips as he kissed her, the sweetness mingled with a touch of salty tears.