I know I posted a SWATH fic just yesterday but I was just thinking "Snow and Eric should've made out after he kissed her to life" because, you know, I'm a fan girl like that and I live vicariously through fictional characters.
Okay, so this is a different take on when Eric kissed Snow back to life, he stays and um…you know: )
DISCLAIMER: I do not, and probably never will own, Snow White and The Huntsman. Darn.
How could he have let this happen? Why hadn't he awoken when Snow had, why hadn't he followed her?
Why couldn't God just give him a damned break?
He loved her, he knew that as soon as her wonderful heart had stopped beating. Only had he felt like this with Sara and maybe then a little less because he hadn't been able to see her dead body. His last memory of her was a soft kiss and a wave goodbye, but all he would ever remember of Snow was a cold body on a bed of furs.
And now here he was, in the chamber where her body now laid, attempting to drink his sorrows away. Eric stared at her, hoping that his will alone could bring her back to him. It was no use though, of course it wasn't. William had bloody kissed her and nothing had happened. And wasn't True Love's kiss supposed to break any spell? Maybe he wasn't her true love, there went that treacherous voice again, filling his shredded heart with hope despite his best efforts to remain realistic.
A drunken huntsman had no business loving a princess, no matter how beautiful or brave. But in another world…No. There was no other world. There was here and now where the only two people he had ever loved where gone because he was undeserving.
Somewhere, his thoughts had become speech, and his legs had started to circle Snow's body. "I'm so sorry I failed you…so sorry. But you're in heaven now and will sit among the angels." His tears were dripping onto her cool cheek and running down her face as if they were her own.
Taking a look at her beautiful lips Eric decided that he could at least taste her once before they put her into the ground and he never saw her again. So he brought his chapped lips down onto her perfectly innocent ones, another metaphor for their nonexistent relationship, and tried to imagine that she was kissing him back. He pulled back when the pain become unbearable and rested his head on her chest, where her heart should have been beating.
He must have drank too much because all of a sudden he could've sworn it was. Eric decided he must be dreaming because he felt her chest heave and heard her deep breathing. "Huntsman?" Her beautiful voice asked, his mind must have been paying more attention to her than he had thought. "Where are we?" His head snapped up and Eric realized that no, he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating or anything like that. She was here. She was here because he had kissed her. "Huntsman?"
"You're alive." He breathed.
"Yes…where are we?" Snow asked again.
"The Duke's castle." Eric quickly told her. "I can't believe you are alive." His face quickly broke into a giant smile, barely able to contain his happiness, for surely she knew…
"How?" His heart broke all over again. She didn't know.
Eric quickly stood and took a step away from her. "True Love's kiss." He mumbled.
"Who kissed me? Was it William?" This hurt worse than words could describe, she loved William. Of course she did, it was the way things were supposed to be.
"But of course, Princess." He bit out, turning to leave while he could still rein in his tears.
"Oh…" That word promptly stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't the voice one would use when they were just told who their soul mate was. No, she sounded…disappointed.
Eric turned around. "Are you not…happy?" He was letting himself hope, which was a bad idea in and of itself, but…maybe she…could she possibly?
Snow looked down and played with her fingers. "Well, I've been dreaming of William loving me my whole life. He was always my Prince, my savior, even though he had abandoned me." He turned to leave again. "But then…I met you," He stopped. "And you are nothing alike, nothing like I ever dreamed. You're brash and rugged and incredibly rude but…I'd rather it had been you who kissed me then William." She finished shyly, barely looking at him through her long, dark eyelashes.
He quickly crossed the space between them and took her lips in his. Snow innocently moaned at the contact and brought her hands around his neck. It was a long moment before Eric realized that nothing had changed. He was still a commoner and she was still a princess. "I'm sorry." He murmured as he broke away. "That was a mistake, I had no place doing that…Forgive me, Princess."
Snow shook her head quickly. "There's nothing to forgive, Huntsman."
"Eric." It came out before he could even think of stopping himself. "My name is Eric." He quickly stepped out of her arms and put as much distance between them as he could bare.
She smiled at him again and stepped away from the table where they had laid her. "Then there is nothing to forgive, Eric."
"I-This isn't right. It's not my place, you should-"
"I should what? Marry William, is that what you want from me?" Snow took another step towards him and he found himself unable to take a step away. "Is it, Eric?" Another step and she was close enough to touch him.
"Of course not!" He bit out. "But it is what is expected of you."
"So?" She countered. "I was never known for doing what was expected of me." Snow laughed quietly. "I love you, Eric. I will never have anybody else."
"You deserve better!" Eric finally roared.
"What do you mean?"
"I have failed you. I should've protected you, I should've protected Sara. But I didn't and she's dead! I…everything I've ever cared about has been taken away from me. It would be better if you just stayed away."
"Eric…" God, why did he have to tell her his name? He didn't know if she knew how much of an influence it had on him, to hear her saying his name like a caress. Snow most likely didn't, which made it all the more alluring.
Before she could say anything, William appeared in the doorway. "Snow, you're alive!"
He ran up and swept her in his arms, his booming laugh vibrating through her body. "Oh, thank the Lord."
Snow smiled uneasily down at him. "Can you put me down, Will?"
"Oh, of course." William set her onto the ground easily and began talking excitedly about things that really didn't matter to her at the moment. One significant detail was reverberating through her mind: Eric was nowhere to be seen.
So I tried to finish this story all in one go but…I just couldn't. It demands a second chapter, maybe even a third. It won't be terribly long but there is no way this can be a oneshot…I mean, it could've but I hate those incredibly long ones where you just keep thinking "Why can't this be divided in chapters?"
I hope you guys liked it: ) Please favorite, alert, and review. There might be a Huntsman waiting on your doorstep if you do; )
Love Always,
Spit-fire
