Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time. ABC does. Lucky them.
A/N: Yeah, I have NO idea where this idea came from-it's just one of those moments of inspiration and I had to write it down, otherwise I'd forget it.
It is kind of strange, but hopefully you readers will like it anyway.
Red and Gold
"What would you like?" Each day, a monotonous question. Each day an arising answer of which his tongue failed to produce: you.
Spiraling black locks tinged with red, red as blood. Brown fathoms marked with flecks of gold, as gold as gleaming straw spewing from the wheel.
"The usual," comes his favorable reply and so history repeats, the black hand ticking precious moments within a tormenting prison. And she is none the wiser.
Each month it is due-the time of payment, the full moon glowing amongst inky blackness, her maturity blossoming like a delectable rose. Lips soft as petals, skin alabaster white to match that which held power over her, both beyond his reach.
Resentful was she, as he was hungry. Hungry as a wolf, as irony would have it. Gone was the essence of the red cloak, but he recognized her still.
"What would you like?" This brisk morning would not follow in the footsteps of its predecessor. A fork in the road to break the cycle.
Brown orbs joined gold-speckled ones, humming harmoniously though her delicate ears were not yet attuned to its song.
"The usual," his line was delivered, as was expected. A steaming white mug, such as the porcelain teacup. She was the lost chip in the rim.
Tipping by sleight of hand, the hot moisture staining across white, the hiss of steam blistering his otherwise smooth flesh. Clicking heels led to the washroom, two beings now alone with no one to interfere.
Stripped of his white undershirt, those gold-speckled eyes roamed intently, heartbeat pulsing inside the swan white throat.
Three swift steps, fingers delving into crimson and midnight strands, lost in its never-ending silk.
"Today's special," thick accented words tickle her ear, the lips that uttered them melting over her own. Fiercely at first, then pleasurable with time. Struggle, but not for long.
Sharp white daggers pierce his lip, drops of fresh blood stain her teeth. His fierce wolf.
Pianist fingers caressing taut skin, the hourglass body writhing beneath his power. Bliss, if ever he tasted its sweet, heavenly flavor.
Red as blood, tainted with gold. Red and gold, the seductive blend.
His red wolf, for no one else could claim her beating heart. Screams echoed in his ears, though they held no fear. It was their secret-no one would know.
Her essence trailed his heels as the night birthed a mystical white moon. Somewhere within the labyrinth of forest, the sorrowful howl rose, dancing upon the wind.
A gentle smile, for he liked to believe it was his red wolf, awaiting him to join her once more.
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Yep, that's about it. What did you guys think?
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