Title: Even Trade
Prompt: And she thought wolves were the only danger in the forest...
Rating: R
Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Red Riding Hood
Word Count: 540
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time is not owned by me, but by ABC. I'm simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: One of my fills from the ouatkinkmeme on LJ.
Red Riding Hood had once thought that wolves were the worst danger in the forest. But then her grandmother had made the mistake of telling her about some of the other dangers lurking in the woods. Granny had meant it as a warning, to keep Red safe and to be sure she would know how to keep her distance from either the evil witches or Rumpelstiltskin.
But instead Red had found herself intrigued by the stories and soon all of Granny's words of warning were for nothing. Specifically those about Rumpelstiltskin.
Instead of heeding the warnings and sticking to the paths she had walked dozens upon dozens of times, Red was delving further into the woods, farther from her grandmother's house and closer to Rumpelstiltskin's cottage with every step.
The warnings had been true, there were far worse things in these woods than wolves. And, in this case, she had found him. Only she wasn't sorry. Quite the opposite in fact. There was a danger about him that Red craved, a product of being so protected by her parents and grandmother she was sure.
They had told her to stay away from him, to never trust him. What would they say if they knew how she enjoyed how he would touch her? She smiled at the thought. All of them so afraid of the idea of her being eaten by a wolf, would they be that horrified to discover she knew how he himself tasted? Or how his golden skin felt against hers?
It was the danger and the secrets that made it that much more exciting. Rumpelstiltskin was the perfect contrast to the mundane she felt her other life had become. The most excitement she had then were the wolves. Even that was simple. Wolves got hungry, they were carnivores, of course a frightened girl wearing red would seem like the perfect meal.
But with Rumpelstiltskin it was a different story, for there was nothing simple about him. Though like the wolf, he was happy to devour her with his mouth at every chance. Only instead of the screams of terror the wolf would receive, he would hear her moan and call his name like he had previously only dreamed.
As for herself, while her parents would think she was at her grandmother's house, her grandmother wouldn't be expecting her. However Rumpelstiltskin would be welcoming her with open arms and a warm bed, his lips soon going straight to every part of her that made her moan, his hands never far behind.
She was a beauty and to him she truly was as precious as an expensive jewel. And all she asked for in return was this. For a place she could have her secrets, for an escape from being the good little girl she would eventually have to go back to pretending to be when she would leave. But now she had even made him part of that escape, part of what had become her favorite secret.
Each time her mouth met his or surrounded him, each time she canted into his touch and body, each time she begged him to fill her, Rumpelstiltskin had no complaints. It was certainly a trade he continued to be satisfied with.
The End