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A/N: I don't own the characters- OUAT does. Thank you for reading.

Summary: It's the night before Robin's vow renewal to Marion and he goes for a walk...

It's the first time he's seen her in weeks. Yet here she was, on the night before his vow renewal, sat alone in the square. He knows he shouldn't be here. He should be back at his party in the room full of happy people cooing over Roland's paige boy outfit or attempting to look interested when people asked about the colour scheme or the flower type or whether he'd written his vows. He hadn't written his vows- how are you supposed to write vows when all you feel is numb?

So he'd gone for a walk and that's when he'd found her. It was dark with the square being lit by a lone street lamp. She was sat on a bench looking down at her hands. He knows he should make himself known to her but he just wants a couple of seconds to watch her before he has to look away. But before he has the chance she looks up. The street light falls on her face and illuminates the snowflakes which blur its perfect features. It is hard to tell whether she is smiling or frowning but he decides to take his chance and walks slowly towards the bench. She makes no sound or gesture but just turns back to face the night. He sits down on the bench next to her, sitting closer than he should.

They sit in silence for some time, both of them letting themselves become momentarily hypnotised by the falling snow. They sit with their hands painfully close and at different points they both feel their fingers twitching at the magnetic pull between them. They can't explain it, for him she is impossible, a witch with history of trying to kill his future bride and for her he is a lowly thief who tomorrow is going to marry another woman, yet neither can help the pull they feel towards each other- the unbelievably strong desire to just throw caution to the wind and just grab the other's hand. Because somehow when their fingers interlock the world feels less scary, the world, well the world just makes sense.

Eventually she breaks the silence. It is too painful and she has to do something to distract herself from her twitching finger tips. She asks him if he is enjoying this weather they appear to have acquired and the conversation flows from there. It continues with the same mindless small talk but he doesn't mind, because for the first time in weeks she's talking to him, and that's all it takes to make him happy because at the end of the day he likes the sound of her voice.

Eventually though the small talk runs thin and they are left only with the elephant in the room. She asks briefly about the wedding preparations but when he mumbles only barely coherent syllables she decides not to press any further- there is not point pretending to be strong if she doesn't have to.

After that the conversation dies completely and she knows it's time to go. He offers to walk her home. When she protests he insists as he doesn't like the idea of her walking alone in the dark. She tells him again she's used to it and after all it's what she's spent the majority of her adult life doing- stumbling alone through the blackness.

But as she gets up to go, he follows. She says once again for him to go- he needs to get back to his party. He has no retort, no clever comeback because this is the first time in weeks he's really got the chance to look at her. To take her in, just her, surrounded by the icy glitter and my god she was beautiful. Mind stoppingly, heart poundingly beautiful.

He still says nothing- but their eyes remain locked together. She is fighting every fibre in her being to stop herself from kissing him and she knows she's losing when she feels her breath hitch in her throat as her feet slowly crunch in the snow towards him. She's inches from his unflinching gaze now- eyes still locked together. Why won't she turn and run? She knows this will only end in heartache- but for this second the world of consequence is irrelevant, it's just the two of them enveloped in their own personal blizzard of confetti.

The flurry thickens around them as she takes the final step and she feels him weaken as he lets his forehead fall onto hers. She feels the tears in her eyes and she hopes to god its cold enough to freeze them because he can't see her cry, even now, he can't see her broken.

But it's too late- her tears betray her defences but he's there, as he always seems to be with his thumb wiping them away from her cheek. She leans into his hand, her tears freely falling. His thumbs can't keep up and so he tries a different method that has worked before- his lips on hers. They are so tender. So perfect. She's never been kissed like this and as it intensifies she knows their blizzard will betray them eventually so she clicks her fingers and a purple cloud drops them in her front room.

And before she can stop it his hands are in her hair and she feels her fingernails graze the skin under his collar. She can't stop it- they're just moving poetically together. She feels him lift her momentarily to allow her legs to snake round his waist as he effortlessly carries her up the stairs.

Her brain is too numb to stop this. For the first time in weeks she feels again. All the feelings she'd shut so painstakingly away were back and overwhelming her senses and she was powerless to stop them because he was here with his lips so perfectly interlocked with hers- not even all the magic in the world could stop them now. After all nothing could overpower true loves kiss.

And before they know it they are a tangle of limbs on her bed. She has no idea where she ends and he starts because they are moving as one being, as one body. My god she loves him. She can't deny it or fight anymore when he is here, with her, touching her like this she just knows that life does not get any better.

And as he kisses her he feels things he'd forgotten, hell, he's not even forgotten because these are new feelings- feelings of complete and utter ecstasy, feelings that he could write tome after tome of vows about, feelings that just make him feel alive and in this second completely, unfalteringly in love with this woman. He needs her

Their tangle of limbs organises slowly as they make love. It is slow at first before they both lose the ability to control themselves and give in to the passion. Last time it was so polite, but this time there are no niceties, they need each other, uncontrollably need each other and so they both just let go, its explosive and as it climaxes they find themselves shaking. They lie their together catching their breath together, eyes still interlocked, limbs still intertwined, momentarily frozen in the ecstasy of it all.

But then the haze disappears. The physicality of it all vanishes and they are left together lying on a bed in a darkened room with their voiceless emotions hanging in the air above them. Reality is not far behind as it dawns on them both the gravity of what has just occurred.

Tomorrow, he is supposed to be walking down the aisle to another woman. Everyone will be there, clapping and cheering. Real confetti will surround the bride and groom that will not melt away. Roland will have his mother back and all will be right with the world.

So before he can even say anything she clicks her fingers and he opens his eyes to find himself, fully clothed and back outside his party. His head is reeling. Does she not understand that he needs to talk about this with her? That he's never felt the way she just made him feel and that feeling is not one that he wants to, or intends to give up without a fight.

Marion appears at the door. He looks at her and the numbness returns. He knows he needs to talk to her, and it needs to be now. She is smiling at him and it breaks his heart to have to say what needs to be said. He takes a deep breath and begins his tale- for it is one that he knows will her bring many surprises.