Snow White

Chapter 19

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'I.' He kissed her left cheek, sending electric shocks throughout her body.

'Love.' He kissed her right cheek, equally gaining the bolt of electricity of excitement.

'You.' He paused gently, before hungrily crashing his lips onto her own, like he couldn't contain it anymore.

Sparks ignited and fireworks exploded throughout her body, electricity pounding through her veins. Snow felt like she was on fire, her whole body erupting in flames. She could barely feel his hand tangled in her hair or his other hand gently gripping her waist. She instantaneously moved her hands to his hair, curling her fingers through his bouncy curls.

They both kissed with a fiery passion, neither of them wanting to stop.

It was the perfect fairy tale ending in the fairy tale woods. He gently nibbled on her lower lip, demanding entrance, which Snow immediately gave.

It was perfect.

But all Snow was thinking of was him.

Peter loved her.

And Snow thought that she loved him back.

They pulled apart, both of them panting, but excited. 'Snow White.' He mumbled, still not stepping back. Snow let her hand drop from his hair, but keeping her head close to his and not loosing any distance between them.

Reaching out behind her to the branch Snow was perched on, she scooped up some leaves and stuck them down his top. 'Aarrrggghhh.' He groaned, shivering at the prickly edges of each autumn leaf.

Pete groaned as he gently shook out his shirt and then scooped up handfuls of leaves. Then he cheered, 'Payback!'

'No!' Snow squealed, still in fits of laughter and pelted for the trees, until she felt the familiar crackle of leaves down her spine. She shivered and brushed them from her dress, unfortunately for her the dress was longer than Peter's top, so the leaves had a much longer distance to fall through.

'Look,' Peter gasped.

To the West was a series of canopies of trees, and there, just looking like specks at first, was a colony of eagles, a species that in the prison could never be tamed. They were beautiful, flashes of brown and black and tan, their wings gleaming as they soared above the clouds in splendour. There was no reason for them to be flying that Snow could see; it was likely that they just loved to fly as high as they could, so freely and honestly and happily.

'That's what I want my life to be,' Peter said, staring up at the birds in awe and wonder. Snow's sank against him and watched the colony of the beautiful, brilliant birds, and thought that was what she so deeply wanted too.

'It's beautiful.' Snow marvelled, tangling her hand with his, forcing him to drop the remaining leaves from his hand. Her body clung to his as he closed the distance between them, her other hand pressed against his muscular chest, fingering the groves of his muscles and feeling them tense with her touch.

'Not as beautiful as you, fairest of them all.' He complimented, tucking a loose strand of her jet black hair behind her ear. Snow scoffed and chuckled, but her eyes met with his and for some reason he stared at her so intently that Snow almost believed he meant what he said; he thought she was beautiful.

'Don't be silly, Peter, they're much better than me.' Snow commented, smiling slightly. 'They're free and wild and majestic and beautiful. You don't have to love me completely, you know, for me to love you back.'

Peter stared into her eyes for a long time, as of marvelling over them. Snow didn't much like people looking at her and this made her slightly uncomfortable, but she shyly looked downwards and tried not to look sheepish. Peter was the first person ever to make her feel both strong and weakened when she was around him, it made her heart skip a beat whenever he looked at her, like he cared about her completely.

His eyes went to her's, flickering across the irises and scanning them in confusion. 'My God, Snow. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?'

That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over her again. 'What about them?'

'The colour," he breathed. 'When you stand in the light. They're amazing... the forest green speckled with molten gold. I could paint those malachite green...' He reached towards her but then pulled back. 'They're beautiful. You're beautiful.'

Snow smiled and her eyes started to drift downwards.

'Snow...'

Her eyes shot back up.

'You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?'