Author's Musings: Sorry about the general lack of updates, I got a job (yay!) but it leaves me very little time or energy for writing. Here's a little RedBeauty oneshot for ya, new fandom I just started writing, let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Not mine, ok? OK.
Waking up with her in your arms is basically the best thing ever. Your face buried in her hair, right arm thrown over her waist, clutching her close, your body contoured to hers, no space between you. You can smell the sweetness of her shampoo mixed with the saltiness of dried sweat from your nighttime activities, and as you listen to her heartbeat and breathing with wolf senses you know she is still asleep. You wish you could stay like this forever, warm and comfy and safe in bed together, but the grumbling in your belly and the ache in your bladder beg for attention and relief so you growl softly into her curls and begin to pepper the back of her neck with kisses so she can wake up and release your left arm that she seems to have claimed as her pillow. She whimpers softly as she gradually awakens and it sounds like music and magic and sex all rolled into one glorious sound and your stomach and bladder are forgotten as you lean back down over her, pressing your lips to her neck and ears and any other expanse of bars skin you can reach from your current position, tightening your grip on her middle as her whimpers grow louder and louder until
"Was that your stomach? " she asks, turning over to look at you, eyebrows raised.
You shake your head no and lean forward to kiss her again but your stomach and bladder are suddenly remembered and you leap up, kissing her on the forehead and murmuring "don't you move an inch" while you run to the bathroom to relieve the more pressing of your issues.
Bladder empty, you grab a pair of red boyshorts and a worn T-shirt off the floor while Belle watches you with eyes still slightly hazy from sleep. Your stomach growls again, and she giggle at the sound. If her whimpers are music and magic and sex, then her giggles are birdsong and church bells and pure joy all rolled together. The beautiful sound gets interrupted by her own stomach's insistence for nourishment, and you smile at the slight blush that creeps up her cheeks.
With a "be right back " and a quick peck on the lips you bound out of the room and down the stairs to get breakfast. By the time you return, two bananas tucked under your a while you use your waitressing skills to balance a plate of Granny's fresh corn muffins and two mugs of stealing liquid, tea for her, coffee for you, she is up and dressed in your clothes, denim shorts and a worn-out Storybrooke High T-shirt. You wonder briefly if you actually went to high school, or if Regina's curse put that shirt in your wardrobe so you would think you did. It doesn't matter though. All that matters is you own it and it looks deliciously wicked hugging Belle's curves.
You sit on the floor, back resting against the foot of your bed as you motion with the plate for the auburn-haired beauty to join you.
And as she slides to the floor, picking up the mug of tea and a muffin while giving you the most amazing small smile, you can't think of anywhere else you'd rather be.
A/n: OK, my muse seems to be coming back , slowly but surely. This was very quick, and I typed it up on my phone, so please excuse any spelling errors.