AN: Please do not flame. Critique is fine, comments are fine, compliments are fine, but don't flame.

Disclaimer: I do not own Little Red Riding Hood or the Big Bad Wolf.

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"Wake up, sunshine," a voice said, and Red blinked her eyes open. Seff stood over her, one eyebrow quirked. "May I ask how you managed to sleep on the stone floor?"

Amorette pulled herself to her feet gingerly, and glared at him, noticing how he had gone back to his human appearance.

"That wasn't sleep. That was dozing. Painful, dissatisfying dozing," she growled.

"I can see you're not a morning person. But I brought you breakfast," he said cheerily, and held out a small burlap sack for her. She took it and looked inside to find it filled with nuts and berries.

"That's not a breakfast," she cried, "I don't even know how much of it is actually edible."

Seff rolled his eyes, but was smiling anyway, "If you don't want it, I'll take it. I skipped breakfast so you wouldn't have to."

"No, you can't have it," she hissed, and started to eat, rather mournfully, one berry at a time.

"Eat on the way. I'm taking you back to the road," he said, and she grabbed up her basket and followed him out of the cave, into the trees.

They walked for a while, the air quiet except for the occasional bird chirping and twig snapping. And, of course, Amorette munching away. Finally, the silence was broken.

"I want to thank you for helping me," Little Red started, "Especially since you're a werewolf, and all. It must have taken great effort not to eat me. And even more effort, I would assume, not to eat what I brought for Grandma. It being real food, and all."

Seff looked back at her, "It's hardly a bother to get stuck with a pretty girl in a cave in the middle of the night," he smirked, "A girl who asks me to take off my shirt so she can stare at me."

"You're one of those people who likes to ruin moments, aren't you?" she replied, irritation evident in her tone.

"I wouldn't say that," and he turned around to face her. Suddenly very close to one another, Amorette cleared her throat awkwardly and took a deliberate step back. Seff just watched her, waiting for her to make a move first.

"Well, I would. You seem just the type to… to," he had leaned in even closer to her, his eyes having softened, and fixated on hers.

"The road's just over a little ways farther," he whispered, "So I guess this is goodbye."

"I guess it is. Goodbye, Seff Sullivan," she brought herself slowly up on her tip-toes as she said this, and closed her eyes. She could feel the tension between them for a split second before his lips met hers, and something inside her melted.

The kiss was soft and sweet, and he slunk his arms around her waist as it got more intimate. She responded by clinging to the sleeves on his upper arms, the basket having slid down to her elbow. When he finally pulled away, Red blushed and looked away shyly.

"Well, first base isn't bad," he sighed, before being pushed over by Amorette as she told him what a jerk he was, and how he lied to her about ruining moments.

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Little Red had waved goodbye to Seff quite a while ago. She had watched him disappear back into the woods, and shuffled her feet on the dirt path for her first few steps, reluctant to leave. However, she'd found the right stride for her and knew that at this point, she must be close to Grandma's.

In fact, it was only minutes later that the house came into view, and she hurried up considerably, happy to see real shelter. Knocking on the door cheerfully, she suddenly wondered what she'd tell her when she asked about her clothes. What with the tears and dirt in them, she was sure to be scolded.

"Who is it?" a feeble voice called through the door.

"It's me, Grandma, it's Little Red. I came with some food the minute I found out you were ill," she hollered back, leaving out her original unwillingness to complete the chore.

"Well, come in, dear, there's quite a chill today. I don't want you to catch cold, now."

Red smiled, thinking of last night and the freezing weather, before opening the door and walking into the warm, cozy cabin.

"… Whatever happened to your clothes, child?"