Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: My dearest sister hughville, who's totally gotten me inspired to write for these two again (Love you, sis! <3 Happy Halloween!)
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Rating: Soft R/M
Word Count: 2,153
Date Written: 16 October 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
“What the Hell is this?!” Snow blasted out furiously with one look at her best friend and the trousers she was wearing.
“I -- “ Red started to explain but then stopped. She looked at Snow with a look of surprise that wasn’t entirely feigned. “I thought you might like the change,” she said meekly.
“I don’t want a change, Red! I want you to be you!”
“It’s Halloween,” her lover reminded her. “There’s no better excuse to wear a costume.”
She grinned, but Snow knew it wasn’t heartfelt. After all their conversations, she was still clearly troubled. Snow sighed. “I told you it doesn’t bother me,” she declared, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“You say that,” Red acknowledged, “but I know you still think about him. You’re not telling me the whole truth when you tell me that I’m all you need.”
Snow blinked at her in surprise. “What?” she asked, taken aback.
Red touched a finger to her nose. “A wolf’s nose knows,” she tells her.
“Well, I -- I -- I -- “ Snow was clearly flabbergasted. She threw up her hands and threw herself down into a chair. “Maybe it’s not the whole truth,” she said weakly, “but that doesn’t mean I want Prince Jerk Off.”
“That’s not what you usually call him,” Red pointed out.
“No,” Snow admitted. She grinned. “But it’s more of an accurate name than Prince Charming.”
“Why? Because he’s betrothed to somebody else and trying to honor that engagement?”
“No! I don’t want him!”
Red folded her arms stubbornly in front of the blue tunic she wore. “Then why,” she demanded, “do you still dream about him?!”
“WHAT?!” Snow cried in shock.
“I hear you. I hear you every time you dream about him.”
“But you never hear me dream about you?” Snow asked, cocking her head to one side as she studied her girlfriend.
Red’s eyes flashed on yellow, a clear warning sign that her anger was building. “No, I -- “ she started to say, but Snow cut her off.
“Because I do!” she exclaimed. “I do all the time! Maybe you hear me call his name sometimes, but you don’t know what I’m dreaming about, Red! Just because I’m dreaming about him doesn’t mean I want him! You’re the one I want; you’re the one I love!”
Red glared at her, one eyebrow raised. She was clearly far from convinced.
“Sniff me!” Snow cried. “You tell me that damn nose of yours knows the difference!” She threw open her arms. “Sniff me!” she challenged. “See if I’m lying!”
Red came slowly closer, her nose sniffing first the air and then closer. Snow held still as she sniffed her hands and arms, then angled closer and lower and sniffed her face, her mouth, her neck . . . Snow giggled suddenly, causing Red to fall back and look at her warily. “You tickled!” she exclaimed.
A small smile began to pull at the corners of Red’s pouting mouth. “It . . . really doesn’t bother you,” she asked softly, “that I’m not a man . . . a Prince . . . him?”
“No!” Snow cried. She reached up, wrapped her arms around Red’s waist, and pulled her down into her lap. “If I wanted him,” she declared, “I wouldn’t be here with you, Wolfy!”
“And you really want me? Werewolf fangs and all?”
In answer, Snow leaned back and revealed her long, graceful neck, particularly the spot of her beautiful, flawless skin that was marred by the marks of a sharp bite. “I’ve been wearing this with pride,” she told her, “ever since you gave it to me two weeks ago!”
Red blushed, the color of her hooded cape that she was now wearing as a normal, dignified cape. “That’s not very ladylike of you.”
Snow rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you a thousand times I don’t care about being a lady! And I don’t care if you’re not a man! And I don’t care what the world thinks of us!”
“Really?” Red asked in a small voice.
“YES!” Snow enthused loudly.
“Then why do you keep dreaming about him?”
“They . . . “ Snow’s gaze dropped from Red’s. She sighed, her shoulders falling. “They’re not good dreams,” she told her at last. “They feel real sometimes,” she admitted, rubbing one arm, “frighteningly real. But I don’t want that world, Red.”
“A world where we aren’t together. A world where I have children by him. A world where I’m married to him.” Her eyes slowly raised back up to meet hers. “That’s not the world I want!” she said again. “He’s not who I want! I want you! I love you!”
“Promise?” Red asked in a small voice.
“YES! I don’t want those dreams!” Snow exclaimed. “Any more than I want him! But I can’t help what I dream! They’re nightmares!”
Red watched the tears well in Snow’s big, brown eyes. “I guess you’re right,” she admitted slowly. “We can’t help what we dream.”
“Then get out of this damn Princely tunic!”
Her order snapped Red out of her building reverie concerning her own nightmares. She dreamed often that Snow left her, sometimes to protect her from the Evil Queen, sometimes because she couldn’t stop wanting the Prince, sometimes because she was frightened of her wolf, which Red recognized as stemming from her nonsensical fear that her love would one day turn away from her because of the beast inside of her, and sometimes, too, because of Red’s own foolishness. How many times had she had nightmares of choosing her own mother over Snow? But she hadn’t. She had chosen to kill her mother to save her lover’s life, and she would do it a thousand times over if she was again presented with making that horrible choice. She would choose Snow over anything and everything.
Blinking as Snow interrupted her thoughts, Red said, “But . . . I don’t have any other costumes laying around.”
“Who says we need costumes?”
“I thought you wanted to go to the Dwarfs’ dance?”
“Are you kidding? They’re not going to have other women there! It’s just another excuse for them to get drunk.”
“Well, we can get drunk right here,” Red said, pushing herself up out of Snow’s lap. She slowly started to undo the bright blue tunic’s buttons.
Snow crinkled her nose. “Blue is so not your color.” She wiggled her eyebrows ta her. “I much prefer you in red.”
Red stripped out of the tunic and leggings, tossed them to the floor, and let the fabric pool around her bare feet. “How about,” she asked, raising an eyebrow, almost as though it was a challenge, “nothing at all?”
Snow White grinned and leaped up out of her seat. “Even better!” she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and kissed her full on the lips. She started to lift her face from hers, but Red caught her bottom lip with her teeth and pulled it gently back down. She resumed kissing Snow, her tongue driving eagerly into her mouth.
Gently, Snow wrested the control from her. She gazed deeply into her beautiful, green eyes as she told her sternly, “But no more of this nonsense, okay? I’m right where I want to be with the person I want to be with.”
“Promise?” Red asked her again.
Snow cupped her face in her hands. Her thumbs slid across her smooth cheeks, sparking tiny flames inside of Red. “How many times do I have to say it before you’re convinced?”
“Maybe if you show me?” her girlfriend suggested.
“How long do we have?”
“It’s Halloween. Granny will be gone all night.”
“Now that’s my kind of Halloween treat!” Snow declared, nodding. “And by the time I’m done with you tonight, young lady, you’ll be saying ‘Prince who’?”
Red wished she could believe that, but secretly she feared that there was a part of her who would always be afraid that Snow would choose her Prince over her. Maybe once Charming finally married that Princess to whom he was engaged, she’d be able to look pass the past and their budding romance that she knew would have become so much more if he hadn’t become engaged. “Hush,” Snow commanded suddenly, placing a finger on her lips.
Red pouted. “But I wasn’t saying anything!” she exclaimed.
“You were thinking. Hard. About him again. I. Don’t. Want. Him. I. Want. You! Maybe there’s an alternate universe or something,” she said, shrugging, “where I do end up with him, but he’s not who I want, and let me tell you, in those dreams I have, I’m still wanting you even though I’m married to him. I will always want you, Red Lucas, and I will always love you! Now,” she commanded, crinkling her nose at her the way she knew she liked, “shut up and kiss me!”
“Your command, my Princess,” Red returned, somehow sounding both humble and teasing, “is always my pleasure.” She kissed her, and this time when Snow returned her kiss, she didn’t let up. She took her right there in the front of the cabin, where Granny or anyone could see them if they walked in. She made love to her again and again all throughout the night until, at morning’s light, the door did creak open and Granny sneaked in.
The old wolf-woman was stumbling a bit herself from spending all night with the local coven, but when she glanced at her girls still wrapped up in each other’s naked limbs and basking in the radiant light of their love, Red’s cloak thrown over them both for cover, she couldn’t help smiling. She beamed at the sight and basked in their love too. She could come home gladly to this sight every night, or every morning as the case may be. They could still all have their happily ever after. She prayed that would prove to be the case and that this wasn’t just a trick brought on by a passionate Samhain night. Both of her girls deserved to feel happy and loved, and Granny planned on seeing them that way.
“Good night, my dears, and happy Halloween,” she whispered and crept to her room as the sun rose higher. The Witches considered this night to be the starting of their new year. What a year it would be if this was indeed their start! Granny was still beaming joyously when she fell asleep to dream of a real happily ever after for her little family spent with each other and her girls wrapped in one another’s arms and love.
Outside her room, her girls slept soundly. No mention of the Prince was made. Neither had nightmares. Instead they, too, dreamed of a happily ever after that would last them not only through the Hallowe’en festivities but for many, many years to come. It wasn’t until much later that Red’s growling stomach stirred her back to consciousness. She blinked her eyes slowly open only to find Snow already awake and gazing adoringly upon her.
“Here,” she said and fed her bits of cooked rabbit from her fingertips until Red’s hunger had been sated. “You know,” she whispered softly, not wanting to wake Granny in the next room, “Witches consider today to be the start of a new year.”
“Do they?” Red asked, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her back against her bare body. She was again sitting on her cape rather than using it for a sheet.
“Uh huh,” Snow replied softly, leaning into her embrace.
“Hmm. I like the idea. They always say you want to do on the first day of the year what you want to do for the rest of the year. I can think of only one thing that fits that description.”
“Really?” Snow asked. She raised her eyebrows at her as though she didn’t know, but her grin gave her away.
“Oh, yeah,” Red whispered. She snuggled her face against her neck, then bit her again, directly opposite the mark she’d left two weeks ago. “And it’s what I want to do every day for the rest of my life.”
“I want us both to do it for the rest of both of our lives,” Snow told her.
“Yes, of course! I love you, Red, and I will love you for as long as I breathe and long after!”
Red cupped her lover’s beautiful, smiling face in her hands. She prayed she was right, but she was done arguing the point. She’d take whatever time she had with Snow and forever beg for more if it proved to be shortened by her admiration for the Prince or anything else. “I love you,” she replied instead, “and I always will!” She kissed her again and again before the dying firelight. Each kiss grew with their passion and love, and they stayed right there for the rest of All Hallow’s Day inside each other’s loving embrace as Granny snoozed and smiled in the next room over.