Chapter 3- Run

Snow was preparing to go home with Johanna when she felt someone come up behind her, clamp their hand over her mouth and pull her into a chamber before she could even scream.

Her back was oddly shielded against the force and her hazel eyes looked up in confusion to see her attacker.

"Charming?" Was her muffled reply as he released her mouth and bolted the door before returning to his love instantly.

"Snow." David breathed out; his features were full of fear and pain so, naturally she wanted to do something to ease his mind. Pushing herself up on delicate tiptoes, she stroked his face and whispered playfully: "I would have made you infertile."

"If I hadn't looked into your eyes-" When his expression still remained the same her chuckling ceased and concern gripped them both.

"David- you're scaring me."

"It's George. He's after you."

"After me? What do you mean?"

Lancelot had told him exactly. He was going to violate her, she was young and would have no choice but to carry his heirs and be his queen.

The thought made him physically sick. Snow was meant to be with him. To be safe and loved and happy. When they had children they would be born of the truest love. He would wake her with sunlit kisses and hold her when she cried. They would be free.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do." Snow's eyes lit up with passion for him, for them, for the life she had already started to dream about. But, what if this wasn't what he wanted? What if he would be happier with this Princess Abigail? "I should leave." she stated solemnly.

"What?" David could barely believe what he was hearing. Cupping his face and imploring him with loving eyes Snow continued: "If I go, he can't harm you."

"Don't you see? I'm your weakness."

"No." He kissed her lips hungrily, silencing her words and making her move with him instinctively. "You're my strength."

"Charming."

Breaking the kiss, David has a wondrous declaration.

"I love you Snow."

"I love you too." Suddenly, they hear guards and he instructs her to get behind him while he shoves an old chest behind the door, drawing his sword high. "That won't give us much time."

Snow had an idea and pulled the sheets off the bed swiftly, fashioning them into rope. "Enough to climb out the window?" she smirked.

It turns out, George's men were incredibly bumbling and that only served in the lovers favour as they climbed down, Snow first and then David before burying themselves behind a dense bush. "We need a horse. We'll get to the cabin much faster on horseback."

"The cabin?" Snow said in lovely realisation. "Where she is?"

David's face was radiant. "Of course! Besides, we're in love I think it's time you met my mother."

She couldn't help but beam at that. "Let's get that horse."

They moved as one hiding behind walls and placing several unconscious guards behind them to cover their tracks.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side." David chuckled, after witnessing his love knock the last guard clean out with a swipe of her fist after he had Charming cornered.

"MA! Oh, I don't know. It might be useful… when we're married." Snow said seduction present in every word.

"I'll hold you to that Darling."

"You better."

Snow clung onto David as he pushed the stallion on the noise of the guards and George's shouts dying more with every stride.

"YA!" The young beast had a beautiful charcoal coat and a mane as wild and free as Snow White's curls. Although it hadn't appeared to be harmed physically the horse seemed just as eager to get away as they were.

"Charming." Snow soothed. "Give the horse a rest."

"Just a mile or so more."

"David, we're out of danger." "Rest."

Turning his head to face her he said: "Alright. Woah there boy. We'll find a stream for you soon."

Neighing as if he agreed with his master the horse slowed. "I never got to say goodbye to them."

"They will understand Snow I promise. We'll send word in a few days. Once you're safe."

"I am. As long as we're together. I'll always be safe."

By the time her aching limbs make contact with David's childhood bed it is way past midnight, a warm bowl of stew and tales that make her fall deeper in love with the man who is currently insisting on sleeping on the floor apparently the least his mother wanted to provide.

Even their new horse, Spirit received banquet fit for a king in hay and carrots. The farm was their haven

She was cold. Her body instinctively calling out to him.

"Charming?"

The childlike plea in her voice had him by her side in seconds. "Yes Snow?" Pulling the covers back to reveal her exquisitely naked body and motioning for him to join her woman giggled happily when his lips pressed to the side of her cheek and his arm wrapped itself protectively around her.

"Better?"

"Much." Snow laughed cheekily. "Your skin feels so soft." David said, amazed unable to help his need to turn her on her back pressing slow kisses from her neck to her toes and back up as the satisfied woman links their lips victoriously.

"Was this all part of your evil plan." David jokes between stops for air.

"No." Tugging at his shirt impatiently she kisses away any protests her honourable shepherd might make. "At least, not until this comes off."

"Ah."

"Ah." Snow giggles at his expression. It's warm and certain, happy and confused all at the same time. They agree to wait, at least for now. Being in each other's arms in more than enough.

"Mmm. Love you Charming." Snow murmurs as they share one last kiss before giving in to their slumber. "I love you Snow. Always."