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tamingthemuseTitle: The Perfect Life
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Prompt: #397: Hyperventilate
Warnings: Femme Slash
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
Her life is far from perfect. There are many things about it she would still change. She still, at times, longs for others of her kind, and it would be so nice to have that cabin she and her mate have planned. She longs for just one night in a normal bed, even if it was a simple cot, instead of the forest floor and misses the warmth and bubbles of bathing in a tub. She makes do with rivers and grassy beds, and there's always plenty to eat. Still, there are things she would change.
She would make it to where they didn't always have to run. If she could, she would free Snow of the wretched Queen always hunting her every step. She would make it so that her friend would never hurt again. She would free others they've met along their journey together of sorrow, as well. But she doesn't have that power.
She would treat Snow like the Princess she is, although her mate would be bound to fuss about it. She wouldn't make her wear dresses, but she would like, just once, to be able to cover her in jewels. She would like to be able to give her everything her heart desires, even her Prince, and not just her but her grandmother also. There's so much she would give those who have nothing, but she and Snow have too little like it is.
There are things she loves about this life, however. Out here, in the wilds, there's no one to hyperventilate or otherwise fret about wolves. Her beloved has even told her she can go for a run any time she likes and she'll make certain that not only is she not hurt but that she doesn't hurt any one. It's a tempting offer, but Red never takes her up on it. The memory of her first kill, her cherished Peter, is still far too fresh in her memory.
But there's no one out here from whom to hide. There's no one here who judges her. Every time she looks into Snow's beautiful, green eyes, she sees no fear or condemnation, only acceptance and love. She never frightens here, even when the moon is nearing full and she's too playful and tries. She's not afraid of her, and just as Red would do for her, she'd give her anything and everything her heart desires, if only she could.
She almost does, though Red doesn't tell her. Every night, when they lay down together on the forest floor and Snow wraps around her, she gives her everything she has. For a while, there's no mention of the Queen or her Prince or Red's own wolf. There's only the two of them and this wonderful bond they share.
Every night, for just a little while, as Red devours Snow White's lush, full lips and explores again flesh that is creamier than any man has seen, both women forget their worries. They forget they don't know exactly from whence their next meal will come or where they'll take shelter in the next storm. They forget that the Queen is bound to catch them at any time and that Red's kind is known only for their killing ways.
They forget that this is wrong, that they shouldn't enjoy life on the land and with each other, that they shouldn't each harbor a secret desire to never return again to civilization. Snow forgets her Prince, and Red . . . She forgets everything but Snow, the way she makes her feel, and the pleasure she aches to give her. She forgets every reason why this life isn't as wonderful as she thinks it is, and for a while, each night and until the sun rises again, the lovers have perfection right there in each other arms in the moonlit forest, each never wanting their living dreamland to cease and yet never daring to speak a word of truth of their desires in the golden light of the next day.
But when Red howls, she remembers. She remembers the secrets of their nights together, and she howls not just for pleasure or for fun but to commemorate and to wish, to yearn, to plea, to ask the moon as it rises again that the perfect life awaiting her that night will never end. She knows it will, but all the same, she wishes, she hopes, she dreams, as Snow has told her it's okay for even wolves to do, that one morning, Snow will awaken and still have forgotten her Prince, that when the time comes and the Queen is defeated, when there's nothing standing in between them and the happiness for which they yearn, it won't be her Prince Charming that Princess Snow White wants to spend her happily ever after with, after all, but a little, female wolf in a red cloak who loves her with all her heart and will always think the world of her, even when she leaves her as she knows she must.
She howls, and she brings Snow close and kisses her again, and for a little while longer, Red forgets again. She forgets all the reasons this life isn't perfect and remembers only Snow White and their love.
The End
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Prompt: #397: Hyperventilate
Warnings: Femme Slash
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
Her life is far from perfect. There are many things about it she would still change. She still, at times, longs for others of her kind, and it would be so nice to have that cabin she and her mate have planned. She longs for just one night in a normal bed, even if it was a simple cot, instead of the forest floor and misses the warmth and bubbles of bathing in a tub. She makes do with rivers and grassy beds, and there's always plenty to eat. Still, there are things she would change.
She would make it to where they didn't always have to run. If she could, she would free Snow of the wretched Queen always hunting her every step. She would make it so that her friend would never hurt again. She would free others they've met along their journey together of sorrow, as well. But she doesn't have that power.
She would treat Snow like the Princess she is, although her mate would be bound to fuss about it. She wouldn't make her wear dresses, but she would like, just once, to be able to cover her in jewels. She would like to be able to give her everything her heart desires, even her Prince, and not just her but her grandmother also. There's so much she would give those who have nothing, but she and Snow have too little like it is.
There are things she loves about this life, however. Out here, in the wilds, there's no one to hyperventilate or otherwise fret about wolves. Her beloved has even told her she can go for a run any time she likes and she'll make certain that not only is she not hurt but that she doesn't hurt any one. It's a tempting offer, but Red never takes her up on it. The memory of her first kill, her cherished Peter, is still far too fresh in her memory.
But there's no one out here from whom to hide. There's no one here who judges her. Every time she looks into Snow's beautiful, green eyes, she sees no fear or condemnation, only acceptance and love. She never frightens here, even when the moon is nearing full and she's too playful and tries. She's not afraid of her, and just as Red would do for her, she'd give her anything and everything her heart desires, if only she could.
She almost does, though Red doesn't tell her. Every night, when they lay down together on the forest floor and Snow wraps around her, she gives her everything she has. For a while, there's no mention of the Queen or her Prince or Red's own wolf. There's only the two of them and this wonderful bond they share.
Every night, for just a little while, as Red devours Snow White's lush, full lips and explores again flesh that is creamier than any man has seen, both women forget their worries. They forget they don't know exactly from whence their next meal will come or where they'll take shelter in the next storm. They forget that the Queen is bound to catch them at any time and that Red's kind is known only for their killing ways.
They forget that this is wrong, that they shouldn't enjoy life on the land and with each other, that they shouldn't each harbor a secret desire to never return again to civilization. Snow forgets her Prince, and Red . . . She forgets everything but Snow, the way she makes her feel, and the pleasure she aches to give her. She forgets every reason why this life isn't as wonderful as she thinks it is, and for a while, each night and until the sun rises again, the lovers have perfection right there in each other arms in the moonlit forest, each never wanting their living dreamland to cease and yet never daring to speak a word of truth of their desires in the golden light of the next day.
But when Red howls, she remembers. She remembers the secrets of their nights together, and she howls not just for pleasure or for fun but to commemorate and to wish, to yearn, to plea, to ask the moon as it rises again that the perfect life awaiting her that night will never end. She knows it will, but all the same, she wishes, she hopes, she dreams, as Snow has told her it's okay for even wolves to do, that one morning, Snow will awaken and still have forgotten her Prince, that when the time comes and the Queen is defeated, when there's nothing standing in between them and the happiness for which they yearn, it won't be her Prince Charming that Princess Snow White wants to spend her happily ever after with, after all, but a little, female wolf in a red cloak who loves her with all her heart and will always think the world of her, even when she leaves her as she knows she must.
She howls, and she brings Snow close and kisses her again, and for a little while longer, Red forgets again. She forgets all the reasons this life isn't perfect and remembers only Snow White and their love.
The End
