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They hadn't seen each other in a year and every second nearly killed her. The memory of his face when she told him they could not be together, that he should fill his heart with love for someone else.
The heart that nearly stopped at the sight of her, Mary-Margaret Blanchard, his beautiful, smart, knocked him on his royal ass the day they met Mary-Margaret. "Snow." he breathed out and she cursed herself. She knew he'd be here. As soon as the invitation hit the welcome mat.
Her Royal Highness Queen Ruth of Misthaven cordially invites Miss Mary-Margaret Blanchard to the 25th Annual Children's Gala on the 13th of April 2016. It was the most exquisite invite she had ever seen. The HRH and proceeding letters were in a rich silver embossed script. (Mary-Margaret knew Ruth loved to be different) But, she told herself she didn't belong in that world, that it was foolish to ever think she could.
That George was right.
A teacher loving a prince was the stuff of fairy-tales.
But, for one night maybe… she could believe in them again.
"Your Highness." Her voice bowed and slowly, slowly her feet began to move towards him. Meek and careful steps almost as if she was afraid the ground might crumble beneath her. She felt several women's eyes on them, and who could blame them? There he was in a gorgeously fitted tuxedo. (No bow-tie) she chuckled internally knowing how much he hated them and he caught the blush in her cheeks as she moved closer, closer and closer until there was only a polite distance between them.
However much Mary-Margaret wanted to push herself up on her heels, throw her arms around him and kiss him until there was no breath inside of her trembling body it was about the children.
And yet, she cannot tear her eyes away as she watches a myriad of emotions engulf his charming face. Confusion, surprise, a brush of hurt and then… the smile. The smile she fell in love with.
"How?" "How are you here?" David says astounded, still quite unable to take in the vision before him. She's stunning, in a snow white dress befitting of her nickname that hugs and accents her glorious beauty. The smallest hint of blood red lipstick on her lips, he can see the sob that she barely manages to choke back, sees it change into that breath stealing grin he wants so badly to kiss off her lips.
"Your mother."
"Did you know she moonlights as a fairy-godmother in her spare time?"
"No." David replies, unable to help the wave of joy in his voice. "And… I really wanted to see what her son looks like in a tux."
"That's funny. Cause I distinctly remember you helping me out of one not too long ago."
Mary-Margaret stammers awkwardly. "Yeah, well I didn't come here to talk about your tux Charming."
"Oh?" "So what did you come here to talk about Mary-Margaret?" He says, using the time to take her arm and lead her into the deserted corridor before she can barely utter a sound of objection.
He sees this wonderful look of irritation on her face. She supposes she deserves that. For him to irritate her, shout and scream but, he doesn't.
"You." she hears and then she feels. His kiss. Mary-Margaret can't think, just kiss. Soft, frenzied, searing his name in the back of his throat as he presses her against the wall.
"Snow."
"Charming." Mary-Margaret gasps into the next kiss but, it is all too brief, as he frames her face in his beautiful hands. "I love you." "I'm so sorry." Their noses nuzzle together in blissful unison.
"Why? Why did you leave?" Crystalline tears fall from his eyes and Mary-Margaret acts instantly kissing them away, then his scar and then, just as she is about to answer her eyes go dark and are diverted to an unexpected guest. "Because he told me he'd kill you. If I didn't." Her voice and features were raw. The desolate tone in his Snow's voice made him instantly ready to tear apart whoever dared to take his Snow from him. "Who?" "Who did my darling?"
"Hello Miss Blanchard. How lovely to see you again."
And there he stood. The man who had stolen a year from them. A monster living in plain sight. Their Head of Security.
"George." David seethed.
There's more coming I promise. I hope you like it because I really want to tell you how a teacher met a certain Prince Charming. X
