This is a story i've been meaning to write.

I was going to post it on tv com , but i was afraid they'd ban me, since fan fics aren't normally allowed.

Obviously, the shipping is Rose/Huntsman.

A Rose of Incestuous Nature

Chapter 1: Underwear

The Huntsman had been meaning to ask Rose if she wanted to go shopping for underwear, but it just wasn't a topic of conversation that came up much between them. Normally, he just handed her one of the stolen Visas provided by the Huntsclan, and she did her own shopping.

Actually, he wasn't even aware of the issue until a couple of weeks ago. He had been inspecting her room, and well, ok, it wasn't official. Yes, he was heading for the drawer where she kept her under garments, and yes, that was the only reason he was in her room. And in all fairness, he wasn't completely sober.

Really, he just wanted to snoop. He wouldn't have taken anything, since the Huntsman was the only one with access to their quarters. And it was well within his rights to inspect her room anytime he pleased. He just made sure she was out of the house first.

The Huntsman chuckled to himself, thinking of how anxious she was to get out of the Huntslair for a little while, and how positive she was that he was only letting her go so he could privately see a "lady friend."

Opening up the top drawer, he rummaged through her personal belongings. Some small, B cup bras, a few tattered thongs. He picked one up and smelled it, the floral smell wafted up his nostrils. It smelled just like her.

Hmm... he thought. She must need to do laundry, if she only had a couple old underwear left in the drawer.

That night, Rose was back from visiting a friend's house. The Longs, he must make time to look up who they were, for safety's sake. Not that anyone could harm his vicious apprentice.

"Huntsgirl, are you completely outfitted for the week?" he asked, tactfully.

"Yes, Huntsmaster, I've done our laundry last night."

A startling revelation, either Huntsgirl was lying, or she had neglected to inform him of her personal needs. No, she never lies, he thought.

"Very well, you may retire to your quarters for the night, " he said.

Two days later, he had successfully bought some rather expensive pieces for his apprentice. He still blushed, remembering the incident in Victoria Secret, having to tell the counter attendant he was looking to buy underwear for his "lady friend".

The problem was figuring out how to give them to her. Actually handing them to her was out of the question. Leaving them on her bed would be little better, as she would know who had given them to her.

He wondered if that was such a bad thing. No, he decided firmly. She couldn't know his feelings yet. Someday, but not yet...

Finally, he tossed the garments in a Fed Ex box, and mailed them to the huntslair.

"To: Rose" and he certaintly wouldn't write the From!

Ingenious, he congratulated himself. A job well done. It was no wonder Huntsclan outsmarted dragons.