prompt: post curse pillow talk
prompted by: arianakristine

this one's not holiday themed *le gasp* but, same verse.

It was real. All of it. The curse, Snow White and Prince Charming as her parents… All of it.

And in all honesty, Emma had been scared about what that meant for her relationship with Graham. The curse was broken now… Surely a man that wonderful had someone, a True Love, back in the Enchanted Forest? Someone that he would leave her for?

So she'd gone to his apartment to pick up her things to take back to the loft, so that she wouldn't intrude on his new/old life, and he'd been there, waiting for her, instead of off reuniting with someone, and he'd taken her into his arms and told her how proud he was that she'd broken the curse and how much he loved her, and then he'd made love to her as though nothing had changed.

And she should really be back at the loft in time for her first ever real family dinner, but she is lying in Graham's arms in their bed, still on the high that being with him always gave her, and she can't bring herself to care.

"I remembered before," he says suddenly, "In the station, I was telling you… I remembered. You broke the curse on me, Emma."

The memory comes to her in a haze, their second kiss, his falling backwards, the heart attack that almost killed him. The I remember and the Thank you and the You saved me with a worshipping look in his eyes. She had blocked that night out and he had acted like nothing but the kiss had happened.

She touches the heart pendant around her neck, the Christmas gift that she only removes to shower, that had replaced Neal's keychain easily. That had come after the kiss… So he'd known who he was and he'd still…

He really did love her. She'd harbored some doubts, of course she had, no one had… He was the first to… But now she knows. He loves her. With everything in him.

"Was Henry right, are you… The Huntsman?" she asks, quietly. She doesn't know any of the stories near well enough for this to be her life now, but she remembers whose story he's in. Her mother's.

"I was," he agrees, pulling her closer, "Yes, I spared your mother's life, and, if Henry told you, yes, I helped your father escape execution at Regina's hands. But," he plants a few kisses on her collarbone and neck, making her shiver, then brushes his lips against her cheek, "I was a different man back then. One who didn't know what it was to be loved by another human, or to truly feel for others. You and Henry taught me both of those things."

Emma smiles, ducking her head into the crook of his neck so he won't see her blush.

"I think, princess," he says, "We should consider getting up before your father breaks down the door with a sword in hand so he can behead me."

"Mmm, nope," she disagrees, shaking her head, "David doesn't get to object to my boyfriend. It's not allowed. Nope. We're staying right here."