Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time.

AN: This takes place as an extended scene at the end of 6x3 where Charming doesn't burn the card. It's my headcanon that he confesses to her that he didn't burn it shortly thereafter. Warning, this one is an M rated prompt. You've been warned.

Once Upon a Snowing

A Sure Thing

"Come to bed," Snow said, as she kissed him quickly. He recognized the slight lilt in her voice meant to lure him. He knew that tone and it meant she had more than sleep on her mind. He picked the card up and brought it to the flame. But he couldn't do it...not yet anyway. Instead, he slipped it away and put it out of his mind, in favor focusing his attention on his beautiful wife.

He slipped behind the curtain, just in time to see her slip off her robe, revealing a very thin, short white slip. She looked at him over her shoulder, her emerald eyes beckoning him forth. He felt need stir in him, as he gazed at her with a smoldering stare.

All thoughts other than her were gone from his mind, as he closed the distance between them, pressing his chest flush against her back. His head dipped to her shoulder, as his lips tasted the silky soft skin at the nape of her neck. She felt desire curl in her stomach, as he pressed his hard body against her back and his arms wrapped around her waist. He nudged the strap aside and it dangled off her shoulder, as he nibbled gently.

His lips moved to the back of her neck, his slight stubble creating chill bumps on her skin. She gasped, as his hands slid down the satiny material of her negligee and to her thighs, slipping beneath the slip.

"Charming…" she breathed, as he turned her around and they stared into each other's eyes. She bit her bottom lip and he knew that to be a clear tell that she was aroused by him. They were always so in tune and insync that words were rarely necessary between them, especially in these most intimate moments. He lifted his arms for her and she eagerly lifted his shirt off and tossed it away. Her eyes appreciated the lean, shredded muscle of her husband's arms and torso. He towered over her and then stole her breath, as he lowered his lips to hers. She moaned into his kiss and her arms encircled his neck, as he lifted her up and her feet dangled off the floor, as he walked them to the bed. Her back hit the sheets and her chest rose up and down rapidly, as he dragged his lips sensually up her inner thigh. Her underwear was already soaked with her arousal and she bit her bottom lip, as he tugged them down her legs. Discarding the offending garment aside, he resumed his conquest and she fisted her hands on the sheets, as she felt his warm breath on her womanhood.

One flick of his tongue sent her into sensory overload, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Another lash had her bucking her hips and a third had her fingers raking through his hair. She sang his name, as he slipped two fingers inside her, relishing the way she clenched around him. Her breathing became more ragged, as his tongue thrashed at her clit and his fingers pumped her. Snow mewled and gripped the headboard, as she drew closer to her climax. It hit her fast and hard, her back arching off the bed, as she thrashed wildly. As always, her husband brought her pure, incredible pleasure and it was far from over. As Charming kissed his way up her body, he pushed the slip up, slowly revealing her skin to his hungry eyes and mouth. She moaned into his kiss, as he discarded the slip completely, leaving her bare beneath him. Her nimble hands pushed his sleep pants down and his underwear. He lifted up briefly to discard the rest of his clothes, before he pinned her beneath him again and kissed her deeply. She gasped, as he kissed her and his erection pressed insistently against her belly.

"I...I need you inside me…" she pleaded. He needed this just as much, as he was painfully hard and he slid inside her with a swift thrust, burying himself inside her to the hilt. He began moving, his hips rising and falling, as made love to her. He pumped in a maddening rhythm, as she raked her nails down his back. She cried out for him, as he kissed his way down her neck and then trailed down the valley between her breasts. She shuddered, as she drew closer to a second orgasm and sung his name again, as his mouth worshipped her breasts.

"So beautiful…" he rasped, as his tongue lapped at the swell of her breast and his breath teased the nipple, before flicking over it, while his hand fondled the other. His thrusts became more frantic, as they both neared the edge. She came first, crying out again.

"Charming!" Snow screamed, as she became lost in a haze of pleasure.

He held her, as she thrashed and continued his undulating rhythm, the sweet smacking of her flesh against his driving him onto the edge. She clenched and quaked around him, expertly coaxing his orgasm. He erupted inside her, relishing every sweet moment inside her, before collapsing beside her. She kissed him passionately, as he slowly pulled himself from her depths. Snow mewled in contentment, as he spooned her against him and they lay sated together in the afterglow. He entwined his fingers with hers and she kissed his hand lovingly, as he kissed her hair. They were quiet for quite some time, exchanging soft kisses and caresses, relishing their closeness. Kisses soon gave way to soft whispers and conversation, even as they still lay entwined.

"It's ironic...isn't it?" she asked.

"What is?" he asked.

"Ella and I...we both told secrets that hurt people," she mentioned. He shifted and turned her to face him.

"No...you were a child. A little girl that had just lost her mother and was manipulated by an evil witch," he insisted with vehemence.

"Daniel still died because of me," she lamented.

"No, because Cora killed him," he retorted. She swallowed thickly and he kissed her forehead.

"Suppose you hadn't told Cora. Suppose Regina and Daniel did as they planned and ran off together that night. Do you really think someone as powerful as Cora wouldn't have found them?" he asked. She thought for a moment.

"I...I don't know," she replied.

"No, we don't know. But something tells me that all her plans didn't hinge on a ten-year old little girl. You were just an easy target. Regina liked you and Cora saw a way to sour that, so she used you," he reasoned.

"I wish I could be as sure as you," Snow replied.

"There's not always much I'm sure of. But you're a good person, Snow. That I'm sure of. Our love, that's another thing I'm sure of," he said.

"Your father...you were sure of that until tonight," she mentioned. He sighed.

"You didn't burn the card," she said knowingly.

"I promise you that nothing is going to take me away from you and Neal. He died nearly sixty years ago if you count the curse years so I'll probably never know. I'll make peace with that...I just need time," he replied. She stroked his cheek and kissed his lips tenderly.

"Wanting answers is human and if you need to seek them out, then that's what you need to do. I just don't want to see you hurt and I don't think there's any answers you'll get that won't be devastating," she warned. He nodded.

"I know...and I promise I'm not seeking vengeance," he said, gazing into her eyes.

"I have far too many good things in my life to jeopardize that," he added, as he traced his finger gently down her cheek. She smiled and cuddled against him.

"I didn't mean to try and keep anything from you," he promised.

"I know," she answered sleepily.

"I love you," he said.

"And I love you...but we should probably get some sleep if you're still planning on making breakfast for everyone at Emma's in the morning," she reminded. He smiled and kissed her forehead. Snuggled together, thoroughly entwined, they drifted into a dreamless sleep. Their love...it would always been a sure thing.