Corner of Solitude
"Come on."
"No."
"Tell me who you are?" David prodded. He was lying in a field on one of his secret trips to see his mother teasing her new farm-hand; a beautiful woman with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony.
She was sitting up, across him black curls cascading down a white cotton dress that innocently accentuated her curves and natural beauty but, seemed to enjoy looming over him in a teasing manner.
"No Charming," She giggled.
He propped himself up and grinned that smug little smile that was becoming her favourite thing ever since she'd snuck into Ruth's barn; shivering and cold and found this particularly regal looking man tending to the cows before she mistakenly punched him in the face thinking he'd hand her over to the Queen.
He didn't, David he virtually carried her in despite; the new scar from her nails catching him and introduced her to his mother before reluctantly leaving for the night.
That was six months ago and their friendship had grown with each passing day.
Snow had initially been on the run from Regina but, a powerful Blue Fairy saw her plight and vanquished her promising to protect the kingdom and take care of her people until such time when she and perhaps; her love were ready.
Thank goodness for Bluebirds her ears and her only connection to the life she had left behind the life she longed to return to with the man now lying across her in a way that makes her breath hitch and catch.
"And what of you? How is your Abigail?" She teased questioningly though, truth be told every mention of "The Nag with the Bad Attitude" tore into her fast beating heart like a knife, carved out for only him to see if he could see?
"She's not "my Abigail." David said slightly affronted but. used to her forwardness by now. He was head over heels in love with this woman; this "Mary-Margaret" who looked remarkably like a certain "Lost Princess" named Snow White.
She huffed and chuckled; twirling a blade of grass between her fingers, fingers that he gently captured in his own for the first time.
"David." She breathed hopefully; it sounded like a caress even to her own ears as he met her eyes and adjusted himself so that he was almost on bended knee as she did the same.
"You know how I feel. How I've always felt from the moment I saw you." He starts happily as she blushes.
"Charming." She warned tears threatening to roll down her cheeks which were instinctively wiped away by his tender touch, the warmth of his thumb imprinting on her skin.
"I am so in love with you." He breathed almost a relief to get it all out.
"You can't be." Snow said puzzled and frightened by the depth of his words.
"Oh but, I am." He chuckled tenderly. "Do you know where I have been these last three nights?"
"Annoyingly away from us." She quipped. He raised his eyebrows. "What? Your mother missed you?"
"And you did not?"
"That is beside the point."
"Snow that is exactly the point!"
"No, it is not." She said sternly though, did not break from him before realising…
"What did you call me?" Snow said breathlessly.
"Snow." Caressing her cheek he leant forward and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead which she closed her eyes and sighed into as she felt it move to her lips.
Wrapping her arms around his warm neck she opened her emerald orbs and deepened the kiss until they were both gasping for air.
Repressed emotions really did yield the best fruit.
"You're engaged." Snow gasped as he took her lips again trailing soft kisses down the column of her finite throat.
"No I'm not."
"What?"
"I'm… MA! NOT engaged." David responded joyfully as she sucked on his lower lip and peppered light kisses on his lips before linking them again.
"You're not engaged?" Snow queried as they broke for air.
"No."
"Good." Snow said before leaving him dumbfounded by breaking free and heading into the barn after all, she had cows to milk.
Minutes later he finds her tenderly stroking Dora with the pail full of milk just waiting there.
"Are you waiting for that to curdle?" He says in her ear, so close all she can do is breathe in his mirth. It's a mix of grass, leather and her perfume.
"I was not planning on it."
"You did not let me finish my tale."
"I am all yours."
It takes him an hour with her sitting down on some hay bales to regale how he helped Abigail reunite with her love and how Midas was so grateful he promised to chase George out of the kingdom for his crimes against David and put, some recently hidden heirs in charge.
"My GODS."
"All of this just makes me more certain, certain that I won't waste another second not without the woman I love."
That was all it took to leap into his arms and kiss him senseless.
"I love you." Snow sobbed pushing him against the barn wall and stroking him delicately. Ruth was away for the night and though she didn't intend for anything to happen the rush of emotions and the way he was looking at her was making it really hard for her.
"So this is coming off." Snow sang undoing his leather doublet and tossing it aside so that all that was left was a silk cream shirt concealing his toned abs, abs that she feeling with the tips of her fingers.
"Oh. Snow we have to wait."
"You don't want to?"
"It's not that."
"Then what?"
He smiled and turned her around to see someone they both loved laughing at them.
"What have I missed?"
"Ruth." Snow blushed elbowing David in the chest.
"You could have told me she was there!"
"Would you have stopped?"
"YES!"
Ruth just rolled her eyes. "Why don't you two love birds tell me over some stew I could certainly use some?"