Charming’s lips hugged the soft and warm curves of White’s mouth and lingered until she – at last! – breathed.
“It’s about time!” she said, coughing out a bite of apple.
He shook his head and handed her a bottle of water. She gargled before spitting out on the other side of the crystal casket.
“So?” she barked before drinking.
He sighed. “We got her. Of course.” He helped her out of the casket. “Could you… watch the post-resurrection grumpiness?”
“Right,” she threw her shroud in his face. “Tell you what, next time we hunt an evil stepmother, you go undercover.”
This story was written based on this prompt.