Welcome to Baby, it's Snowing Outside! This is in response to the 30 day smut prompt on Tumblr. Every day in November, I'll be posting a one-shot entailing Snowing sexy times in various situations. Appropriately, this story as a whole is rated M. So enjoy and please leave reviews! Feedback is much appreciated!

It is my personal headcanon that Snow and David's first time was on the night Lancelot officiated their first wedding, even though they weren't "officially" married.

Baby, It's Snowing Outside

First Time

Though they had just buried his beloved mother and it was a bittersweet day, Snow and Charming stood before each other at last as husband and wife. They would honor his mother's sacrifice by loving each other, being happy, and becoming each other's family.

"I love you…" he whispered fiercely. She cradled his handsome face in her hands, as he pulled back slightly.

"And I love you...my husband," she said with a smile. He smiled back.

"I like the way you say that, my wife," he said, as she watched her hands slowly slide down his chest to the ties on his leather doublet, before her eyes flicked up to his. The sun was setting, giving way to dusk. Lancelot had gone back to their camp, but they were staying behind for the night at the farm. They would meet up with him in the morning to resume the fight against George and Regina. But tonight belonged to them.

She took his hand and started leading him toward the house. He stopped on the walkway and she turned back with questioning eyes, which widened in surprise, as he swept her into his arms.

"It is our wedding night. We may not be the most traditional couple, but there are some traditions I want to honor and that includes carrying you over the threshold, even if this is only our home for tonight," he said. She smiled.

"Then by all means," she replied, as their lips met with eager passion. He parted from hers only briefly to carry her inside.

He gently set her on her feet and lit a few candles in the darkening cabin. They were both a bundle of nerves, but in a good way. This was a first for both of them.

He led her up into the loft of the cabin to the room he had always called his and it became aglow with candlelight as well, setting the perfect mood for the moment when they would become one.

They had no experience when it came to sex, other than things they had both heard. Honestly, marriage was something she hadn't even entertained, for she had been too busy trying to survive and doubtful she'd live long enough. She hadn't even believed in true love anymore until that moment she tried on his mother's ring.

For him, marriage would have trapped him and kept him from his one true love just months ago. Maybe it wouldn't have been troublesome to most men, but he had been terrified of the marriage bed if it meant being forced to be with someone he did not love. He had dreamt of finding true love since he was a boy and ill prepared for the reality that most royals faced. He was sure his brother probably would have married for the good of the Kingdom without blinking an eye. But David could not, as selfish as it might seem to some. But they were here now, against all odds, like a dream come true.

There was still much fighting to be done, still so much uncertainty. But none of that mattered in this moment, for on this night, there was only them.

Snow cupped his face with trembling hands and the barely restrained passion between them was finally about to be unleashed. As his lips were on hers, Snow's body thrilled, as she felt his hands on her waist. She had heard plenty about the marriage bed and knew the mechanics of what was supposed to happen. But somehow she knew Charming would exceed any and all expectations, for when you had true love like theirs, such a rare and beautiful thing, only incredible things could follow. They may have been inexperienced, but they would learn this as they did everything now...together.

Their lips parted and Snow gasped for air, as her new husband kissed her throat with a growing intensity that excited her. Her nimble fingers found the ties on his leather doublet and undid them, before parting the fabric and letting the vest fall to the floor. Charming pulled back slightly and gazed at her, his eyes locking on the fastened clasp of her white jacket. It fell to the floor in a puddle at her feet and their lips met again with wanton. Snow eagerly divested her husband of his white tunic next, yearning to see his bare flesh. She took a sharp breath, as she took in the sight of his naked torso and marveled at the soft skin covering the hard, carved muscle that rippled through his arms and torso. Her shift was next to go and she kissed him breathless, as he worked her out of her riding pants as well, leaving in nothing but a corset and underwear. He pulled his lips from hers so he could gaze upon her with love and desire in his eyes. Her heart was pounding now and she undid his belt, her hands brushing against the bulge there. The sharp gasps and sounds he made urged her on, until he stood only in his own underwear, his excitement quite evident now.

She turned and felt his fingers on the ties of the corset. He slowly undid the laces, getting them tangled only a couple times, before the garment finally fell to the floor at her feet. Snow's heart hammered in her chest, her stomach full of butterflies, as she turned to him, half bare, with anxiousness in her emerald eyes. He swallowed thickly, as he gazed upon her like she was a dream.

"You are so beautiful…" he uttered. She stepped closer and he pulled her flush against him, chest to chest, as their eyes locked with pure passion shining in them. He moved them toward the bed and she took a deep breath, as she rid of him of his last piece of clothing. Her eyes locked on his erect member and she took a sharp breath, before gingerly taking him in her small hand. He nearly came apart at that and she delighted in that it was her to elicit such a reaction. He swallowed thickly again and gently slid her underwear down her shapely legs, legs he soon hoped to have wrapped around him, and discarded the offending garment. His eyes greedily absorbed the miles of milky skin, full, voluptuous breasts, and the patch of dark curls between her legs. He was sure there would never be a more beautiful sight than Snow bare before him. But he would soon learn that the sight of Snow in the throes of passionate lovemaking would be an even more beautiful sight.

Neither of them could remember who pulled who the bed first, but that's where they landed, with her petite form pinned beneath his hard, muscled body.

Their lips met passionately and continuously for some time, as he grew harder and she grew wetter. When she parted her legs and his length pressed against her clit, she gasped in pleasure agony.

"Charming...now…" she pleaded. Oh, and he wanted nothing more than to finally be complete and one with her. But he would always put her needs before his.

"I don't want to hurt you," he panted, even though he was painfully hard now. She cupped his face with her hands.

"You could never hurt me, Charming. I want this...I want to be with you. I want you inside me," she pleaded. And he would never refuse a request from her.

Slowly, he slid inside her and she cried out sharply for a moment, as he broke through her virgin barrier. He stilled for a moment, though it was almost painful to and let her become used to this new sensation.

"I'm okay, my love…" she assured.

"Are you sure?" he groaned. She smiled.

"I'm yours eternally, Charming. You only need to take me," she replied. And with that, he began slow, gliding thrusts, taking her, just as she asked him to. He pumped feverishly, making love to her for the first of what would be a lifetime of loving her. Whatever momentary pain Snow experienced was long gone and replaced with a pleasure she had never known, but one she was very much looking forward to repeating. Him, hard and thrusting inside her was a feeling that was almost indescribable. She found her hands sliding sensually along his naked back and her legs wrapping around him. As he thrust into her and found her sweet spot, stars exploded behind her eyes, as he repeated his action by hitting that spot continuously with each pump of his hips. She felt the pleasure growing in her and building like liquid fire. She came for the first time, crying out the name she gave him and he held her thrashing form. He didn't last much longer and spilled inside her in hot, lengthy spurts, before collapsing beside her.

"I love you…" she said.

"And I love you, my darling, beautiful Snow," he replied with reverence. She cuddled against him, as they lay together, face to face, the passion still prevalent between them.

It would be a long night of love and passion. Tomorrow, they would have to rejoin their cause and continue the fight against the Evil Queen and the dastardly King George. But tonight...was just for them.