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Snow White rarely had dreams anymore. Ever since moving from the Homelands, nights were restless and her mind found no room for dreams. Aside from the occasional nightmare about her time back home, her mind was mostly concerned with thoughts of her deputy mayor duties.
But when she did dream, it was always the same subject that haunted her nightly visions. She was lying on a bed in some strange apartment, possibly hers, but it was dark enough that it was hard to tell. The only light came from a neon sign just outside her window that sent beaming red light into the room. She turned her head in the direction of the window, and there he was.
Bigby Wolf stood in front of the window gazing out between the cracks in the window blinds. In the dim light, he was only a silhouette, his broad shoulders traced by the red light emitting from outside. Upon closer look she realized his usual white buttoned-down shirt and black tie were gone, leaving only bare, hairy flesh.
And she could smell him too. The sweet, thick scent of Huff n’ Puff, the scent that always alerted her that the Big Bad Wolf was nearby, that crap brand only he smoked. The scent overwhelmed her nose.
He glanced over his shoulder to look at her, then turned around. Snow saw the small orange glow of a burning cigarette and a wisp of smoke shrouded him. He lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag.
My god, he was handsome. Snow couldn’t help but glaze her eyes down his body. He was half-naked, wearing only a pair of dark jeans. Her eyes rolled down his hairy chest, his well-defined torso, and arms, the dark whiskers along his face. His wolf eyes gleamed gold in the dark.
Bigby pressed out the cigarette on the window sill then flicked it to the side. He took slow steps close to the bed, his eyes boring down on her. Snow glanced down and realized she was wearing his shirt. Only his shirt. His white buttoned-down was too big for her and covered her body down to her hips, just enough to cover her underwear. There was a chill in the room, but his shirt kept her warm. She could feel his body heat lingering on it, and smell his scent on it.
Bigby stood at the end of the bed. He pressed a knee onto the mattress, and then leaned down and crawled across the bed with canine-like movements. As he crawled on top of her, he slowly brushed his lips from her stomach, up her chest between her breasts, and up her neck. He paused at her face, hovering his lips just over hers, tempting her with a promise of a kiss. Snow felt an itch to close the space between them, press her lips to his warm stubble, but she was frozen in place. She could feel his breath on her mouth and she could practically taste him: cigarettes and whiskey.
Her eyes were fixed on his, but they wandered down the rest of his body. The heat wafting off his bare chest was enticing, and his jeans slid down his hips in a way that made her shiver with desire.
He saw her eyes exploring him, and she could sense a slight grin on his face. His whiskers brushed against her neck and cheeks, sending a spike of heat down her body. His lips traced up her neck to her ear and whispered in a low, gravelly voice.
“I love you, Snow.”
The words sent a flutter through her heart like never before. She looked at him in the dim red light, the golden glow in his eyes. She wanted to reach up and touch him, run her fingers through his hair, bring him closer and kiss him until…
A light struck Snow’s eyes and they shuttered open. She lifted her head up and looked around. The red neon light was gone, replaced by harsh moonlight streaking from her apartment window. Bigby was gone, and she was all alone in her bed.
Snow let out a sigh and dropped her head down on the pillow. She closed her eyes as if she could bring herself back to the dream, find a way back to him…
“I love you too, Bigby…”