Snow White was anxious for her first kiss, but she would be lying if she said she was not excited. Napoleon was taking this very seriously; pinning up her hair and reddening her lips with a strawberry.
Prince Alcott on the other hand whimpered and begged for her and the dwarves to release him back to his beloved queen. Quite frankly, it was getting more irritating than amusing, but none of them dared try to ruin this moment for Snow. She stood out before, her hair pulled back to show a truly beautiful complexion; how Half Pint wished to be in Alcott's place. Despite this Alcott whimpered more and begged her not to come closer, she persisted coming over to sit on his lap as he let out a stream of "No, no, no, no."
Admittedly, his refusal was making Snow feel guilty. As she leaned in for the kiss she realized she couldn't do it, resting her head on his shoulder instead. The prince let out a sigh of relief.
"Can I have some privacy, please?" She asked the dwarves who were looking on from the split level floor, they let out a jumbled stream of agreement as they got out of view. Snow opted to try again, much to the bewitched prince's dismay. She puckered her lips as she leaned in once more, the prince tried to tilt his head as far away as possible, which ultimately failed.
As her smooth lips pressed up against his own it felt like he was being pulled out of a twisted dream and into a much lovelier reality. Under the spell it had felt like he sat behind a mirror masked in steam, vaguely watching his reflecting do things he would not approve up, and Snow White, this amazing woman he knew he wanted to always be with, no magic love potion required, had shattered that mirror.
"The Queen," He said quietly, with tingling lips. Snow as well as the dwarves let out a groan of disappointment. "is nothing compared to you." He continued, purposely pausing just long enough to mess with them. Snow smiled and kissed him again while the dwarves cheered. Seeing her for the first time since the spell had been broken had made him need to catch his breath, which for some reason seemed to have escaped him and not want to come back.
His chest constricted and he began to wheeze when he remembered something else about the kiss.
"Strawberries?" He gasped out of his labored breathing. Snow White stood up in shock, the dwarves came down to see what was going on. Alcott's lips were swollen red and burned, his pulse went up but his blood pressure dropped, just like Alcott when he dropped to the ground unconscious. Snow White and the dwarves stood over Alcott, shocked and unsure what to do.
"Who would have guessed that the prince would be allergic to strawberries?" Butcher commented.
"Don't worry, Snow," Half Pint said as he tried to comfort her. "I'm still around."
So much for a great first kiss.