A/N Hello to all of you! I hope that you enjoy this chapter, and I'm sorry that it's a bit shorter than normal.

*Rieka's POV*

A content sigh escapes my lips as my eyes flutter open and close. Last night was pretty fun, even if it did get a little blurry towards the end there. There was so much to see and do. I don't think I've ever danced that much in my entire life. At least not in one sitting that is. Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves, or I think they did. I'm not really sure because of the sheer number of fables that attended. I don't even remember half of the people that introduced themselves to me. There were way to many names being thrown at me last night.

Thankfully my hangovers are more of a delayed reaction. I'm sure that later on today I'll feel the effects, but for now I'm happy to just lay here for a few more minutes. I'm sure Bigby will be knocking on that door any time to tell me to get up. I lean further back against the blankets and pillows that are warming me up.. Wait.. What? My eyes snap open. I look over my shoulder as carefully as I can, and sure enough Bigby is sleeping next to me.

Trying to stay as calm as I can, I carefully lift the blankets. One of Bigby's arms is resting over my waist and I'm honestly not even surprised to find myself only wearing a bra and underwear. I lower the blanket, and begin to mentally freak the fuck out. How drunk was I last night? I can only remember have two or three drinks, which isn't usually enough to get me totally wasted. The only answer that I can even think up is that fable alcohol must be a lot stronger than the Mundie versions.

My body goes stiff as I feel Bigby stir behind me. His arm tightens around me a little and pulls me ever so slightly closer to him. Even though this was really unexpected, I have to admit that I could be in a way worse situation. Not to mention that I have kind of had the hotts for him the past few days. I don't know a single girl that would spend this much time with him and not come to a similar conclusion. Yes, I have to admit it to myself that I'm undeniably attracted to the Big Bad Wolf. So perhaps the situation that drunk me got into last night isn't so bad?

I try to focus on that thought, but I have a sinking feeling in my gut that reminds me of the truth. By the end of the week, I'm going to forget about all of this. I won't remember who this man is or any of the crap I've been through.. That thought actually makes me feel a little depressed. It's funny actually. I couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole in the beginning, but now I don't want to leave. I doubt they would let me stay though. A Mundie has no place in this world. This is only going to end badly.. But if I won't remember any of this, would it really hurt to embrace the feelings that I have now? Ugh, to many conflicting thoughts are going through my head!

"We have to be up soon.." Bigby grumbles from behind me, which draws my attention back to the situation at hand.

"How long have you been awake?" I ask. I tried to make it sound cool, but it came out as awkward as could be.

"Five minutes or so.." He says groggily. "Long enough to see the wheels turning in your head." He adds as an after thought. He seems a little too calm.

"How are you not freaking out, even a little?" I ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you freaking out so much?" He counters. I think on that for a second. Maybe I shouldn't be freaking out as much? Hell that might even make things less awkward between the two of us. I'll stop overthinking this and just enjoy it.

One of my hands finds Bigby's and I entangle our fingers together. He doesn't object, so I decide to push a little further and lean farther into him. The warmth radiating off of him combined with the feeling of his muscles against my back make me feel dazed. He moves his head to nuzzle against the back of my neck, and his beard barely scratches my skin. It sends goose bumps along my skin and a tingle shoots up my spine. I bite my lip and roll over to look at him. My heart pounds in my chest as I do.

He resituates his hand so that it's gripping my hip lightly, and I rest mine on his chest. Our faces are inches apart and all I want to do is close that gap. I have nothing to lose now, so I throw caution to the wind and do so. He meets me halfway and I feel a jolt of electricity when our lips meet. His lips are a little rough, but they feel amazing against mine. The kiss is soft, sweet, and short. I pull back just a little so I can see his face. My eyes search his for what feels like forever. I feel intoxicated by this moment.

He pulls me back into another kiss without warning, but I'm not going to complain. This kiss is more passionate than the first by far, and it's also a little rougher. My hand moves up to his shoulder on it's own accord, and I use that as leverage to pull him closer to me. There's still way to much space between the two of us. I bite at his bottom lip, which makes him growl in the hottest way imaginable. I release his bottom lip and he take the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. We explore each other's mouths and our tongues dance together. After a few moments of this we pull back for air. I smirk at him.

"So.. Do you think we can be a little late to work today?" I ask sensually. He answers by flipping us over and kissing me again.

A/N There you have it. I'm sorry, but I don't want to actually write the smexy times between this two. Instead, I'll let your imaginations take it from here. ;) Stay awesome!