To DeafAngel2000: Thanks for the song suggestion. I haven't written anything 'steamy' in a long while, so I hope I didn't ruin it much. To Guest: I'm glad you liked it and thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts with me. The one-shots are not connected but I hope you'll like this one.

Henry's seen many realms, weird, spooky, marvelous, he'd seen a lot. But Wonderlad was just… inexplicable. He would have said curious, but that would be stealing too famous a line. All in all, it was giving him chills. He was shrunken, there were mushrooms as big as he was, not to mention flowers and trees. And the possibility of being killed by a bug sounded so unheroic. He somehow got out of the maze, at least he thought he did, but there was no sign of Cinderella. Yes, he was completely lost. As he was wandering around, a sensation washed over him. It took him a moment to realize what has happened. Freezing spell. He hated that one.

"I must say, your mother's onto something with this freezing spell." the expressive eyes roamed his entire body as she confidently walked up to him, hips swaying in gentle rhythm.

"Drizella… what are you doing in Wonderland?"

"Oh, I'm the reason we're all here. Tricked Alice into guiding us down one of her little bunny holes."

As she was playing with his jacket buckles, shamelessly taunting him, he felt warm all of a sudden. He didn't remember feeling anything but tingles and occasional pain under this spell, "Why would you do that?"

"Because Wonderland has so many different poisons to choose from. My favorite's the one that can poison hearts. Specifically…" she pressed her finger against his chest. Her hand remained there. She looked up at him, holding his gaze. Whatever was hiding behind that smile was not hate, but something he could not yet decipher, "Yours. So, I guess we can say you're the one who took me to Wonderland."

"Why do you want to poison my heart?" her beauty was irritating. He wouldn't play games with her.

"So you and my step-wench can never share true love's kiss." Drizella replied like it's the most logical thing.

"I hate to ruin your fungus, but it doesn't look like it's going that way so you can put the knife down."

"That's good to know." the poison from the mushroom was dripping on the blade, "But I'm not taking any chances. Those pesky little kisses can break curses. And I'm currently working on a dark one."

He smirked to disguise the fear, "You know, there are better ways to get your happy ending."

She shifted her gaze from the blade and laughed, "Oh, Henry… I'm not Snow White or Red Riding Hood, I do nonetheless understand the general feeling of being lost inside the forest, with wolves coming to get me." she pressed the tip of the blade against his bare skin. He hissed. Blood started to drip, "And I am surely not darling Cinderella in need of a knight… it makes me wonder though, what could happen once my sister-maid is out of the picture."

Henry made a mistake on lingering on her full lips and his heart skipped a beat. A thought that had no need forming at that moment, occupied his mind.

Like reading his mind, she raised herself on tiptoe and captured his lower lip with hers'. She wanted to give him the taste of what could happen. As she was about to retreat, she felt him react into a kiss, his tongue grazing her lip. She wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him in. The moan escaped her, the freezing spell gave in. She had no concentration to hold it together. With a soft thud, the dagger fell on the ground. For a moment she thought that was it, he would overpower her.

And he did. Now, he was finally free to do what he desired. His hands wrapped around her waist, her loosely fitted corset felt too restraining all of a sudden.

She pulled off her cloak. His hot breath on her neck was making her fingers clumsy and she struggled to unbutton his jacket. It was like he was wearing armor. Irritated, she breathed out, "Take it off."

He was about to dispose of his jacket when her magic engulfed them and they appeared in some room.

"Wow… Where are we?"

"Does it really matter right now? Come on, Believer… show me your magic powers."

She was right, he didn't need to think about anything now. He wrapped his arms around her. With the sheer force of the kiss, he lifted her. A shy laugh escaped her. The sound fitted her youthful face, but contradicted her previous actions.

Had he ever before allowed himself to dwell on Drizella, he would have admitted that she was the most enticing woman he ever crossed paths pulled the laces of her dress and his fingers drifted over her bare stomach.

The feel of his fingers on her bare skin caused her to tremble. Without a sound, she lead him to the bed, pulled him in and let the weight of his body make her feel wanting it all.

An indistinct mumbling pulled him from the state of half sleep. It was coming from Drizella, her face was contorted in a grimace and she was letting out a whimpering sound.

"Drizella." he shook her gently, "Hey."

She opened her eyes. Once she realized where she was, she shoved his hands away and sat up. Her breathing was uneven.

He propped himself up on the elbow, "Are you ok?"

Her head shook in affirmation.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She laughed sardonically and wrapped the blanked around her, "I dream of things that would make you want to hide. It's nothing I'd share."

"I'm sorry." he remembered his dream visions of netherworld. The memory still made him shudder, "I know it can be fra-"

"I'm not afraid of a little bit of danger." she retorted harshly, "In dreams or reality."

He didn't make a comment.

She turned to look at him. Her eyes were red, he noticed, "What? You think you know me now?"

He couldn't know enough but he saw enough to know her carefully crafted mask was no longer enough to fool him. He saw the craving in her eyes, sensed it in her touch. Maybe it wasn't for him specifically, but it was for someone to love her truly. He heard her whisper his name as they made love. He always tended to romanticize things. Sometimes it brought him nothing but trouble, sometimes it changed lives. He wasn't sure this one was either, "No." he chose to say. Any other response would be futile.

"We can be good together, you know. Do this through the night." she smirked as she was lifting the dress up her body. His eyes drunk in every inch of her, "One sweet disaster."

He paused to think about the proposition. For a moment, as he thought of the traces they left on each other's' skin, he was tempted, "I'm not sure we fit the same… story."

"Stop pretending, Henry. You want the same things as I do."

"I doubt that."

"I might not believe in fairytales the way you do, but I do want my perfect ending."

"There's a right and a wrong way to get that." he realized she distanced herself from him in every way, "Are you going to poison my heart now?"

If she was surprised by the question, she didn't show it. There was the same enigmatic smile on her face as the time she assured him she was not nice, "Not today." she replied, ready to disappear from his life.

He was sure it wouldn't be forever.