Written for the Fairy Tale Challenge after inspiration struck at 5am! It was originally intended to be a one shot, but it looks like a second chapter will be needed. If you want one, that is … (hint, hint)
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Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Chapter 1
There was a loud hammering on the door of the flat at around seven, leaving her in no doubt who would be standing on the doorstep. She also knew exactly what he would be wearing so why it affected her so much seeing him dressed in it she really wasn't sure. Even if you're expecting it, six foot of Big Bad Wolf could still be quite a surprise, apparently. He growled experimentally and her stomach flipped over.
She peered eagerly round behind him, and he removed the wolf's head and turned to see what she was looking at.
"Wot?"
She giggled, waggling her eyebrows at him.
"Nice tail, Gene. And isn't there supposed to be a handsome woodcutter with a six-pack and a nice big chopper chasing you?"
He grinned, pretending to unzip the costume.
"I can show you a nice big chopper, luv …"
She stopped him by placing her hand over his, and they both jumped as a spark shot between them at the touch of skin on skin.
"Let me keep my fantasy, OK?"
Oh God, did I really say that out loud, she thought, colouring. He smirked.
"Nice ter know you're fantasising about the goods, Bols. And talking of which …" He whistled, looking her up and down. "Yer sure yer got the right outfit? Look more like Santa's ultimate wet dream if yer ask me."
She was all in red: little hooded cloak trimmed with white fur, low cut basque, short skirt, stockings and killer stilettos.
"Well it came with the wolf costume, so I'm assuming I'm Red Riding Hood."
"If that skirt were any shorter I could see yer credentials, luv"
He might be talking about the skirt but his eyes never left her cleavage. She smirked, secretly enjoying his reaction.
"When you've quite finished ogling my tits, maybe we can go?"
He grinned at her in an appropriately wolfish manner and made a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr. It went straight to her underwear.
"Wasn't ogling. Just … appreciating. After you, Mrs Claus."
He indicated for her to lead the way.
"Just so you can ogle my bum instead, right? And count yourself lucky, second choice was Hansel and Gretel, and I can't imagine you in lederhosen somehow."
Actually, she suddenly found she could. Those endless legs in leather shorts. And she could have had some fun pinging his braces …
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The party was in full swing by the time they arrived, and she was quickly surrounded by a crowd of dwarves who were somewhat on the tall side, a 'handsome prince' who definitely wasn't, and a rather charming ogre. She could see Gene a few feet away chatting up a young woman dressed as Snow White who was flirting madly with him, pretending to swoon when he growled in her ear. Alex smiled affectionately, taken by surprise yet again at the effect he had on women. Neanderthal he may be, but he was also tall and blond with broad shoulders and the most gorgeous blue eyes she'd ever seen, and he could turn the charm on to quite devastating effect.
A weedy man dressed as a knight approached her, kissing her hand.
"May I get a damsel in distress a drink, perchance?"
She looked down her nose at him and nodded in Gene's direction.
"I'm with him. And I'd be careful, he bites …"
The knight looked him up as down and swallowed nervously before making a discreet exit.
Snow White put a flirtatious hand on Gene's arm, and Alex was surprised to be overcome by a wave of jealousy. Time to regain his attention she thought, sashaying over and putting an arm possessively through his.
"Seven not enough for you then? Greedy girl."
The woman grinned.
"None of them are as handsome as this one, sadly. Some other time, Wolfie."
She winked at Gene and wandered off, deliberately swinging her lips, and he looked down at Alex with a twinkle in his eye.
"Best looking man in the room, apparently. What d'ya say ter that, Bols?"
"You're not too bad, I suppose. For a big hairy beast, that is …"
He leaned in and gave a low sexy growl in her ear, his breath warm across her skin. He was so close she felt the rumble vibrating through his chest and her stomach turned to liquid. What was wrong with her tonight? She tried to concentrate on work.
"Any sign of our suspect so far?"
"Not that I can see. And all the ones wearing masks have had 'em off at least part of the time." He grinned, a lock of hair flopping over his forehead. She resisted the overwhelming urge to push it back out of his eyes. "Too damned hot to keep 'em on long. Jeez, I'm sweating like a pig in this damned suit."
She giggled.
"How very inappropriate … Wolfie … "
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By ten-thirty it was clear they were on a wild goose chase, and Gene suggested they give up and call it a night.
"Right, Lady Bols, we are officially off duty. Back to yours for a well earned drink, I think."
She nodded, gratefully. They were called killer heels for a good reason and she couldn't wait to kick them off and hit the sofa with a nice glass of wine. And Gene, her subconscious whispered wickedly in her ear.
As they approached the car she got a fit of the giggles and he looked at her strangely.
"What's up wi you, Madam Fruitcake? Breeze up yer knicker leg tickling yer fancy, is it?"
She grinned at him across the car roof.
"How much can you see with that head on?"
He looked puzzled.
"Not much, why?"
"It's closing time. I was just picturing some poor drunk watching a wolf drive past in an Audi Quattro …"
He smirked at her, climbing into the driving seat next to her.
"Well I could give it a go, but I get enough complaints about the way I drive already."
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All reviews gratefully received, as ever. :)