AN: Day 26 - Hurt/Comfort. Post Cora's death. Snow feels she doesn't deserve love after what she did, but David shows her that he loves her, no matter what and nothing can change that.

Thanks for all the great reviews! Keep them coming! Here are individual responses:

sexystarwarslover: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Yeah, the blindfold took it to a whole new level.

SecretLoveCara: Yep, they are the King and Queen of role play! Glad you liked the addition of the snow bell and Snow returning the favor. :)

Austenphile: Yes, they definitely trust each other more than most couples. Glad you like the touch of Snow reading about the blindfold. :)

Guest: Hmm...yeah, I'm surprised they haven't broken their bed yet. Glad you liked the addition of the flower kink. ;)

Baby, It's Snowing Outside

Hurt/Comfort

Snow's archery session in the woods had been therapeutic and when she checked her phone, finding a voicemail from her husband, she felt even better. His loving words filled her darkened heart and she felt hope flicker inside her again.

But then she learned the truth. How they were lied to by people that were supposed to be friends. She regretted slapping Marco, for he had been trying to protect his child the same as they did. She was having a hard time excusing Blue though. She was a fairy and didn't have to go along with anything. Which begged the question as to why she did.

Then again, maybe it meant what she used to think all along. Maybe she wasn't meant to be a mother. She put her daughter through a magical wardrobe and that daughter grew up alone and unloved. Maybe Regina really had won. Her daughter blamed them for her terrible life and she murdered someone. The person she killed was an evil bitch that would have killed everyone she loved, but she was supposed to be good. She wasn't good anymore. She had darkened her heart and now she feared exactly what Regina promised would happen. The family she had fought so hard for would slowly unravel.

She barely noticed that she had finally made it back to town and noticed she was in front of Granny's now. She looked up and saw her husband, leaning against the side of the building, waiting for her. Somehow, he knew her better than she knew herself and probably guessed she would eventually drift back to town and come here.

The thought of losing him now that they had finally found each other was crippling and she finally broke. She was finally ready to let him in and fight away her demons.

She clung to him for dear life, as he whisked her away from prying eyes and she soon found herself home in the loft.

She looked around, as he slipped her coat off and hung it up.

"Emma…" she uttered.

"She took Henry out. They're having dinner with Neal, so they won't be back for a while," he said softly. Her face crumpled and her shoulders racked with sobs, as he held her and let her cry until she had no tears left.

"How...how can you stand to even look at me?" she cried, clinging desperately to him. She was so afraid he was going to disappear, but he held her tightly in a way that also assured her he would never let go.

"Because you're the woman I love. My wife...the mother of my child...my true love," he answered, as she saw the love in his eyes.

"But I...I did a horrible thing," she lamented.

"Nothing can change the way I feel about you, Snow," he promised.

"I killed her…" she added gravely.

"I don't care...she was no innocent victim. That was a woman that left nothing but death in her wake. As far as I'm concerned, you saved us all by stopping her," he said.

"But I shouldn't have done it like that," she cried.

"Perhaps...but it still doesn't change the fact that I love you more than anything," he said.

"But I saw the dark spot in my heart. Regina said that I will eventually lose everything, because I darkened my heart now," she reminded.

"She's wrong," he replied.

"How can you be so sure?" she asked.

"Because she doesn't know your heart like I do. And she doesn't really grasp how powerful our love truly is," he said, as he put his hand to her heart.

"I know you're trying to make me feel better…" she replied, as she looked down. But he raised her chin with two fingers.

"No...I'm telling you the truth, the truth that this whole experience has made you doubt," he countered.

"Regina says now that I've darkened my heart, I'm going to lose the family I've fought so hard for," Snow sobbed, as tears fell down her fair cheeks.

"She's wrong...she's just saying that, because she wants you to believe it. But I want you to believe in us instead," he implored passionately. She sniffed.

"I want to...I so want to hope and believe in love again. But how can I after everything? Our daughter grew up alone! I could have gone with her! We could have gone with her days ahead of the curse!" she cried, as she crumbled in his arms and he held her, as she cried uncontrollably.

"I know...it's not fair and it makes me so angry. But we can still hope...we can still have everything we've always wanted," he promised. She sniffed and looked up at him.

"What if I do something bad again, because my heart has been darkened?" she asked. He shook his head.

"Snow...nothing will ever change the way I feel about you, because this heart," he said, as he touched the place on her chest.

"It belongs to me, just as mine belongs to you. And your heart is my most prized possession. I will never let it go or turn it away," he said passionately, as he kissed her.

"And Regina may think she knows your heart, but no one knows your heart better than me," he confessed. She gave him a watery smile and fell into his embrace again. He held her tightly and then kissed her passionately.

"Oh David…" she cried, as she clung to him. Her irrational fear of losing him was ebbing away and she was desperate to be with him.

"I love you...since the moment I first saw you," he mused. She snorted.

"I robbed you," she reminded.

"Of my ring and my heart," he said, with a grin.

"I hit you with a rock," she replied, as she kissed his scar.

"And I wouldn't change that for anything," he said, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"For me it was when you saved me. I mean, I had just shoved you into a lake and you still saved my life. At that point, I could have done all the things I was accused of, but you didn't let that stop you," she replied. He smiled.

"I knew the moment I looked in your eyes you that you were no murderer," he said. She looked up at him and the look of pure adoration on his face took her breath away.

"But I am now...these are the eyes of a murderer," she said.

"No...these are the eyes of a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a princess that would do anything to protect her family and her people," he replied, as her lips crashed against his and their kisses became feverish.

"Charming...I need you…" she cried desperately. And she would have him, as he was going to show her how much he loved her. He swept her into his arms and planted her on the bed, before closing the curtains around their bed. Emma and Henry wouldn't be home for quite a while, but this would ensure some privacy.

She gazed up at him, her eyes lidded with need and desire, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He slid onto the bed and hovered over her, as she parted her legs so he could settle between them. The need for nothing but skin between them became desperate and clothes were tossed away with abandon, until they were pressed bare against each other, their breathing ragged, and their eyes searing into each other.

As he sunk into her, she hummed in pleasure and slid her hands into his hair, gently running her fingers through it. They stared into each other's eyes and their hearts pounded in sync. No words were spoken, but their eyes and heart spoke volumes. For them, this went far beyond physical and always had.

They had always been so in tune with each other; a love that had always been on another level than most. Being one in heart and mind already made their connection awe-inspiring. So when they became one in body too, it was nothing short of purely magical and almost ethereal. His thrusts tonight were slow and languid, as he glided deeply into her each time.

She lay writhing beneath his undulating body, legs splayed around him. With every thrust, he hit her sweet spot and slowly pushed her to the edge. As she neared her climax, her mewls grew in volume and she raked her nails along his naked back, as her entire body trembled beneath him. He had her right at the edge and her cries became whimpers, as her body begged to come. She was beside herself, her mind clouded in the ecstasy that was him taking her. His slow lovemaking was expertly extending her pleasure in a way only he could do for her. Charming was an expert in all things Snow and her pleasure was his delight. He could make love and fuck her for eternity and she would never get enough of this man.

And she was determined to have him for eternity, despite the uncertainty of her darkened heart and losing him somehow. Without Charming, there was nothing but misery for her, as dramatic as it sounded. No one but them could quite understand what it was to be them though, but then no one really knew what it was like to be part of a true love as powerful as theirs. They had a level of intimacy that was unmatched. Even when they weren't making love, their intimacy with just simple looks and touches was almost indecent to gaze upon. So it was no wonder that sex between them was mind blowing and beyond anything that should be possible. But that was just them. Snow and Charming. Two halves of one whole. Her pleasure was his and his was hers.

And watching her come apart in his arms was a delight he would never get tired of. Snow...beautiful Snow, emerald eyes dark with love and lust for him...only for him. Red lips parted, as short pants of air were inhaled and exhaled. Her body writhing and glistening with perspiration, her back arching and aching for his touch. Her round, full breasts pressed against his chest and the moan she made when he put his hands or lips on them was one he wanted to hear forever. But the best part...thrusting inside her. It was an indescribable pleasure that he would never take for granted and a great satisfaction to know that he would be the only one to ever be inside her; that it was him that made her dripping wet and cry out wantonly. Gliding into her slickness with slow pumps and feeling her tightness clenching around his cock, quaking and begging for release, was a feeling he wanted to feel for eternity and would.

"Charming…" she whimpered, as she teetered on the edge still and her teeth grazed his neck where she had marked him again.

"Oh baby please…" she cried, begging to come. He could never resist such a command and gripped her hips, gently angling her and thrust sharply into her. Changing the angle and pace only increased the volume of her cries, for Snow was never quiet when being fucked. He was close too...it was almost painful, as he slammed into her, abandoning his slow pace for much faster one, rocking their whole bed as he did. When her orgasm finally hit, he swallowed her scream with his kiss and she moaned into his mouth, as her body trembled violently. When he finally released her lips, she was starting to come down and lay sated, as her husband sought his own. He was only seconds behind her and she felt completion, as he erupted inside her, singing her name as he always did.

When they collapsed into a tangled, panting, sweaty mess, they could only stare at each other in awe for several moments, an act that was almost more intimate than the powerful lovemaking they had just engaged in.

When he finally pulled himself from her depths, she almost whimpered at the loss. Their need for each other was akin to their need for air and always had been. He gathered her in his arms and spooned her against him, as he caressed her beautiful face. He could still see some trepidation behind her eyes, but as it always did, love had won out and she slid her arms around his neck.

"Charming…" she whimpered.

"Your heart is good, Snow. I love it and you, no matter what comes our way or what either of might do. Because I'll always fight for us and I know you will too," he said. She nodded and kissed him again.

"Regina is wrong. Her curse couldn't separate us forever, because nothing ever can," he promised. She crushed her lips against his at that and he pillowed her tightly against his hard, muscled body. And sleep finally took them together, always together it was with them...