7:15 AM AU - Things go a bit differently in the cabin during 7:15 AM. With memories returned, how will this change things?

Welcome to my newest fic. I'm not sure how long this one will be yet, but I will be updating this one bi-weekly on Sunday nights(opposite FYA). Please enjoy and let me know what you think! Also, there is a love scene in this chapter. It's marked and can be skipped if that's not your thing. :)

Clarity

Chapter 1: Clarity

She looked at his profile in the darkness and tried to ignore the fluttering in her heart. She had never wanted anyone the way she wanted him or at least she couldn't remember ever feeling this way about a man. But he was married. He wasn't hers or at least, that's what her head kept telling her. Her heart was another story. Her heart was practically screaming at her that he belonged to her. But that was wrong. Wasn't it?

He spared a glance at her in the darkness and was long past ignoring what he felt in his heart. He had ignored his heart on the night he got his memories of Kathryn back. He had done the supposed right thing and gone home to his wife. It was a huge mistake. He didn't love and wasn't in love with Kathryn, because he was head over heels in love with Mary Margaret.

Gently, he took her hand and she pulled away.

"David...we can't. It's too painful," she protested.

"I made a mistake," he admitted.

"No, you made a choice," she corrected.

"It was the wrong choice," he said.

"Doesn't matter...you're married and we have to stop seeing each other. I...I have to stop coming to Granny's," she replied.

"Stop coming to Granny's?" he asked.

"Yes...you don't really think I go there every morning for coffee, do you?" she questioned and he chuckled.

"You think that's funny?" she asked in offense.

"Well, I'm not going there for the coffee either," he replied. She blanched.

"I go there at seven-fifteen every morning to see you," he admitted. She sighed and closed her eyes. As she was about to tell him that they had to stop this, a very loud and bright flash of lightning. That sent her into his arms and then she quickly pushed him away.

"Mary Margaret…" he started to say.

"No David...we can't do this. I have to get out of here," she said, knowing that if she stayed, she'd end up back in his arms and be content to never leave them.

"You can't go out there yet...it's too dangerous," he pleaded, but she ignored him and opened the door. She stepped out into the rain and started walking.

"Mary Margaret!" he cried, as he ran after her against the wind.

"It's too dangerous!" he called, as she kept pushing through and he saw a loose branch heading right for her. Everything that happened next happened in slow motion.

"MARY MARGARET!" he screamed, as she was hit in the head with the branch and she went down.

"No…" he cried, as he rushed to her and lifted her into his arms, before carrying her back to the cabin. He managed to get the door closed and started a fire, before taking a look at her head. It was a superficial cut, but it looked as though she had a pretty good bump on her head. She moaned in pain and he tried to rouse her by holding her face in his hands.

"Mary Margaret…" he pleaded for her to wake. She opened her bleary eyes and looked up at him, as images flashed through her mind. The last time she had seen him, cradling their newborn daughter, as he ran with her toward the wardrobe. Her gutwrenching cries came next, before she had managed to pull herself to her feet and follow, only to find him on the nursery floor in a pool of his own blood.

She had held him in her arms, as Regina glared down at her with a smug smirk of victory...and then nothing. Nothing until Emma drove into town in her yellow bug. Emma! She remembered just days ago bringing her friend's baby blanket to her nose and inhaling the scent. She hadn't understood what possessed her to go such a strange thing until now. And David...David! Her husband...noth Kathryn's. Hers...stolen by the curse. Charming...her Charming.

"Charming…" she whimpered and then her eyes widened in realization, as she shot up.

"Easy…" he warned, as she stared at him in awe.

"Mary Margaret...are you okay?" he asked and her heart sank. She remembered everything now. The bump on the head had done it and she was Snow again. But he was still just David and very much married to Kathryn. Unless…

She surprised him suddenly by grabbing his face and kissing him passionately. His eyes widened, as their lips met and his memories...their memories played in his head like a movie. Her true love for him cut through his curse and awakened the man buried inside him. The real David...her Charming. Their lips parted and he stared at her in awe, as they panted for air together.

"Snow…" he uttered finally and tears of joy began to stream down her cheeks.

"Charming…" she cried, as their lips crashed together again when she grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss.

"Oh Snow...I'm so sorry I made such a mess of everything," he apologized when their lips finally parted again. She sniffed.

"It's not your fault...it's the curse," she replied, thinking about her own mess. She deeply regretted the one night stand she had with Whale. She had been so upset that she had sought comfort in someone that she knew was just looking for another conquest and didn't respect her.

"I messed up too...but I don't want to talk about it now," she confessed. He nodded and would do what he always did. He would wait with loving patience until she was ready. For now, he was just grateful to be holding her in his arms again.

"Emma…" he realized, as he went through everything he had experienced since waking up. She pulled back and smiled up at him.

"Emma…" she agreed, with a watery smile.

"Oh Charming...she's had such a hard life and it's my fault…" Snow fretted.

"No...we had no choice, Snow. We had to put her through the wardrobe to save her life," Charming reminded. She sniffed and he gently brushed her tears away with his thumb.

"But I sent her away. I told you to take her and put her through it and into this world...all alone. She was all alone...and she thinks her parents just dumped her in the woods, because they didn't care!" Snow cried in anguish. He gently put his hands on her arms.

"I know, but that's not your fault. Regina...she did this. She's the reason for all of this," he said.

"She cursed us...because of me," Snow said and he sighed, as he held her close.

"You must stop blaming yourself for her evil, my darling. There is no excuse to do what she has done and we gave her many opportunities to be better. She didn't take them," he reasoned.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"Well...first I do what I should have done...what I was going to do before I got these fake memories. I tell Kathryn the truth," he replied.

"The truth?" Snow asked.

"Well...not the real truth that she's actually Abigail. But the truth that I don't love and whoever married her wasn't me. She already feels it I think. Damn Regina…" he cursed.

"Charming...it's not your fault. Regina was going to do whatever she had to in order to keep us apart," Snow reminded him. He sighed.

"Well, no more of that. I'm going to be with you now, just to piss her off," he grumbled, as he put his hands on his hips. She smiled at that. Charming was definitely back. Cursed David would have never taken such a confident stance.

"Just to piss her off?" she asked playfully, as he turned back to her and took her in his arms.

"Never just that...I love you and only you," he promised, as he kissed her passionately and lightning flashed around them, but they didn't notice, because they were far too lost in each other.

"We...we'll be very unpopular in town if we do this," she warned.

"I don't care...do you?" he asked. She shook her head.

"Mary Margaret would have...she would have been heartbroken at the idea of everyone hating her, even though everyone in town barely ever talked to her anyway. All my friends...barely acknowledge me and only do, because I'm non-threatening," she said, mulling over her cursed life.

"They're not themselves...so we won't be able to count on them. If you think we should keep it a secret...we can try. But I can't be without you now…" he confessed. She shook her head.

"I can't be without you either and Mary Margaret may have cared about her image. But you know I couldn't give a damn. I need you…" she confessed in return. He smiled and caressed her cheek.

"Then there's Emma...and she hates my guts," he deadpanned.

"She's just wary of you hurting me," she said.

"I already did," he said, hating himself for it.

"It wasn't you…" she soothed.

"Regina knew that you were the one way to truly hurt me and so she did," she said.

"I'm sorry," he apologized again.

"Charming...that wasn't us and I don't want to let what happened that night come between us. We're stronger than that," she said. He smiled.

"You're right," he agreed.

"I got very drunk that night and made a terrible mistake too," she confessed.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I had a one night stand...with Whale," she answered.

"WHALE?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, but it was horrible and I was thinking of you the whole time...and I had to fake it just to get it over with," she lamented, as she saw the shock on his face. He sighed.

"That's my fault too...you wouldn't have felt the need to seek comfort in someone else if I hadn't hurt you so badly," he said, feeling guilty again.

"How about we just agree that this is really all Regina's fault and move past it?" she suggested. He smiled.

"I like that idea," he agreed, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Did you really...have to fake it?" he muttered. She smiled slyly.

"For a guy that boasts to be such a lady's man...you think he'd be better at it," she told him and he smirked.

"So...you didn't actually…" he murmured and she kissed him gently.

"Nope...only you've done that for me," she purred, as she kissed him again, this time with more heat.

"Only you make me see stars and fall apart," she promised, as she looked out the window at the raging storm.

"So...what now?" he asked.

"We help our daughter find a way to break this curse...we make her believe, which will not be easy," she replied, as he slipped his arms around her waist.

"No...but we'll do it together," he said, as he kissed her hair.

"But for tonight...we're stuck here," she said. He smirked.

"How terrible," he replied, as he stoked the fire and soon had it going to a full roar.

"We...we should get out of these wet clothes," she mentioned and he smiled at her.

Reading my mind?" he teased.

"Don't I always?" she countered, as she started unbuttoning his shirt. His lips descended upon hers and she felt herself melting into him, her body thrilling at his touch.

"Twenty-eight years is too long…" she breathed, as their lips parted and he chuckled.

"It is...but what's twenty-eight years when you have eternal love like us?" he asked, as her lips crashed against his again and she slid her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and carried her toward the fire, where they had what blankets they had found laid out before it. He managed to gently lay her down on the blankets and she sat up, lifting her arms for him so he could pull her blouse off. He tossed it away and kissed her again, as he lowered her to the floor. She looked up at him through desire lidded eyes and smoothed her hands along his muscled chest and torso.

"Too damn long…" she breathed. He smirked.

"Guess that just means that I have a lot of time to make up for," he said, as their lips crashed together again and their love and passion burned as bright as the fire before them.

Lightning flashing in bright bursts, as the remainder of their clothing was pulled away with urgency.

_Snowing_

Snow lost herself in his kiss and ran her fingers through his hair, as he kissed her deeply. Her eyes fluttered open slightly, as their lips parted and his descended down her throat. She bit her bottom lip to hold back a moan, as his hands rested on her sides. She took that opportunity to boldly and bluntly cop a feel on him, earning her a throaty moan from him and allowing her to feel how highly aroused he already was. He lifted his head to gaze at her with smolder that nearly made her knees give out.

"Really? You want to play that game?" he teased. She smirked and bit her bottom lip again

"Mmm...maybe I do, Charming," she teased back and gasped, as he cupped one of her breasts. She shuddered, as his hand rolled the sensitive flesh and his thumb flicked over her hardened nipple. She tackled his lips again with her own, as they made out intensely and hands went everywhere, feeling and touching intimately. It may have been twenty-eight years since they had made love, but for them, it was like no time had passed at all. They fell back insync with each other like nothing had changed, though almost everything had. They moved together with confidence in a way only Snow and Charming could with each other. They knew each other's bodies better than their own, so gasps and cries of pleasure filled the room, as they engaged in their erotic game; a game they had often played and resumed it without a hitch.

The last of his clothing was tossed away and she took the opportunity to touch him there, putting her small hand around his hard shaft and cupping his balls.

"Snow…" he cried, as he undid the clasp on her bra. It too fell away, along with her panties and he gazed at her indulgently.

"You are so beautiful…" he breathed passionately, as she pressed herself against him, her breasts brushing against his chest and his erection against her stomach. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily then, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Snow moaned into his kiss and felt fire in her core.

"Charming...I want you…" she pleaded, as she writhed against him and relished being pinned beneath his hard body.

"I need you…" she added.

"I need you, Snow...I need you so badly," he rasped in a husky tone that made her weak all over

"Take me…" she begged, as he gazed at her, his eyes glowing with love and lust. She looked up at him with much the same, as her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

"My Snow...my beautiful Snow…" he uttered, as he splayed her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy to him. He slid his hand sensually along one shapely leg, as he lifted it and rested the ankle on his shoulder. He started there with his lips, slowly kissing his way down her leg and to her thigh.

"Charming...please!" she cried out, as she bucked her hips. She needed him inside her and she needed it now. After what they had been through, it was no wonder that she clung to him for dear life and wanted the physical reassurance only he could provide. Never one to deny her anything, he pushed inside her and stilled for a moment, allowing them both to feel their joining. She was so tight and warm around him that it was mind blowing, though it always was. It was a feeling he would never tire of and was pretty sure he'd die inside without. And so very wet...so beautifully slick that it bolstered him to know that he did that to her; that she only ever wanted him.

For Snow, feeling him glide inside her brought her unspeakable pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to bring him as close as possible with nothing but skin between them. Their eyes locked then, as he held her in his smoldering gaze, silently promising her everything she needed. He punctuated this by lacing his fingers with hers and then showed his possessiveness by pinning her arms above her head, thrilling her. Then he began to move inside her, thrilling her even more and sending her into the throes of passion that only he could unleash upon her. His cock surged into her tight heat and she quaked around him.

"Charming..." she whimpered and then bit her lip to keep a moan back.

"Mine...you're mine, Snow...eternally," he told her. She was beside herself, as she writhed and arched against him, as he ravished her.

"Mmm...do you promise?" she mewled. He answered by kissing her deeply and moving his lips over hers, licking into her to punctuate his promise. When he finally released her lips, he started on another promise and she gasped when his teeth raked along her neck. She mewled and thrashed, as she neared her climax and sucked on his favorite spot on her neck. He frequently left a mark there and she wore that mark with pride always. And never one to be outdone, Snow lightly bit on his neck too, creating her own mark of possession.

"Will you come for me, my beautiful Snow?" he asked in a husky tone.

"Mmm yes...yes..." she cried, as he drove his quivering, considerable length into her sweet spot with every thrust.

"You are so beautiful..." he rasped, as he suckled at her breasts, even as they bobbed with the force of his thrusting. He pumped deeply into her, as his lips worshiped her trembling body. He relished her screaming his name, as she finally let go and he rode her harder, as she spasmed from a powerful orgasm. With a few more sharp thrusts, he let out a strangled cry and erupted inside her in his own powerful climax, before collapsing into her arms.

_Snowing_

They were so thoroughly entwined beneath the blankets that it would have been impossible to tell where one body began and the other ended; just the way they liked it. He pillowed her against his chest and she relished being in his arms, as the cabin glowed with the fire before them. They were together again and awake, but they knew it wouldn't be easy for what was ahead. But they could now face a cursed Storybrooke and the task of getting their daughter back...together.