A/N: Charming's fairytale name in this story is going to be James to help separate everything out later and it always annoyed me that he didn't get a second name like everyone else does in Once.

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James stumbled to the ground with Jason looming over him and he didn't have time to register the jolt in his back at hitting the hard surface before he was quickly gaining the upper hand. James had more experience at fighting then Jason had and it showed in the way he moved. Jason was led by blind fury and desperation whereas James was an excellent strategist and his moves were more controlled and calculated. He assessed Jason's movement, looking for his weak spots and areas that he left open to James.

A sharp punch in the left side of his ribs had Jason faltering and it allowed James to turn the tables. He rolled them over and brought his hand up to punch Jason in the face, his fist connecting with the man's nose hard. James didn't let up though, Jason was struggling in the mud to get a shot in but James barely felt them. Instead he poured all of his rage and fear into his fists and allowed Jason to feel it.

There was a satisfying crack and James knew he'd broken Jason's nose.

"I didn't want to do it!" Jason spluttered out, the blood making it difficult to talk, "I swear, she made me!"

James growled, his hands gripping the collar of Jason's coat in his fists, "Regina."

"She wanted her out the way, it wasn't my idea." Jason insisted, coughing slightly.

"You hurt the woman I love," James replied, shaking Jason by his coat in anger, "Did you honestly think I'd let you off because you weren't the one calling the shots?"

He needed to control his rage, he knew it was getting out of hand but all he could see was Snow's scared face and the red tainting her cheek. He shook his head, he reached out for his sword which was only a few feet away and pressed the point of the blade against Jason's throat.

"David." The voice was gentle and calm and even though he wasn't his name he let it wash over him, his eyes meeting hers, "Please don't."

She was begging him with her eyes but she didn't look scared of him. James frowned and kept the blade where it was, "He hurt you."

Mary nodded, "And you found me. But he isn't worth you getting locked up for and all I really want is to go home."

James faltered then, her green eyes boring into his. He could feel his anger leave him at her words but that didn't surprise him, she always had that effect on him. He looked down at Jason again, the man watching the scene in apprehension, blood was covering most of his face from the broken nose and James could tell from his set jaw he was in a lot of pain.

"You live because she's allowing it." He sneered before removing the blade. Jason's eyes closed in relief and when he opened them against the last thing he saw was James's fist before everything went dark.

Mary frowned, "Why did you knock him out?"

"So he doesn't try and attack us again," James replied as he stood up, "I'll call Graham and he can come get him and lock him up, then I'll take you home."

"Thank you," She murmured, "For stopping."

He nodded, "I could never deny you anything."

She frowned at the statement, "What does that mean?"

"Nothing," James replied, gripping her arm gently, "I'll call Graham."

…

James wasn't surprised to learn Graham and Emma weren't too far away, having come after James regardless of what the Prince had told Graham to do. They didn't say a word as they took in the scene and gave James a small nod. Graham insisted they both go to the hospital and get checked out before he took Mary home and while both protested Graham eventually won that battle as James help him put Jason in the back of the squad car while Emma stayed with Mary.

Dr Whale cleared them both. Mary's wrists were wrapped now and she was instructed that ice would help with the swelling on her cheek. A nurse cleaned the blood off James' hands and checked over his knuckles. There wasn't any damage except from a few bruises.

James took her home as soon as Whale allowed them to leave and Mary invited him up, he was thankful because he didn't want to leave her, especially not right now and if this was as close as he was going to get to protecting her then he would take it. She seemed to be taking the accident in her stride though and James saw more of Snow in her than Mary at her raised shoulders and determined gaze. Fierce and brave, his Snow.

"Looks like I need to find a new job." She joked as she opened the door to her apartment and they entered the empty space.

He nodded, "I think that's a good idea." Mary shrugged off her jacket and hung it up before doing the same with his which was in his hands, "You should sit down, I'll make some tea." He suggested as he nodded over to the couch.

Mary had other ideas.

In what felt like less than a second she had backed him up against her front door, the wood cool on his back as her lips devoured his with a frenzied passion he'd never expected her to have. Her lips were warm and eager on his and she didn't wait for him before she slipped her tongue into his mouth. James kissed her back, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck. She needed to feel this, he understood, she needed to feel safe.

So he returned everything she gave him hoping she'd find the comfort she wanted.

She nipped at his bottom lip, teeth grazing and pulling and James was having a hard time controlling himself as she pressed even closer to him. Her hands ran through his sandy hair, nails scratching at his scalp before her fingers trailed down his shirt clad chest.

They had yet to pull away for air and James was starting to feel dizzy, her tongue running across his own like she was trying to lose herself in him. He could taste chocolate, maybe from something she ate earlier, and while the need to breathe was becoming overwhelming he couldn't deny how much he missed her.

Mary's hand brushing against the bugle in his jeans broke him out of his thoughts and away from her lips though. She didn't seemed deterred as her lips moved to his neck, tongue running over his pulse point as her hand brushed against him again.

"Mary," He said roughly, trying not to think about the woman in his arms or the arousal for her straining his jeans right now, "Mary, slow down."

She was scared right now, after everything she had been through he couldn't blame her, but he didn't want it to be like this. With her barely understanding what they meant to each other and seeing him as nothing more than a distraction.

She pulled back slightly, "You don't want me?"

James growled somewhere in his chest, "More than you know, I just don't think right now is the right time."

"Now is the perfect time." She insisted, placing a small kiss to his pulse point which jumped under her lips, "Today could have been worse and the only thing I could think about what you. I'm ready, I want you."

She was peppering kisses along his neck again and James' hands were fisted into the material of her shirt so tightly to try and keep his sanity he thought he might rip it, "You really want it to be like this? A quick fuck against your door?"

She lips froze slightly on his skin, "I don't want you to be gentle with me, David. I'm not going to break." She nipped at his neck and pressed herself against him again, "You want this just as much as I do. I just need you right now, you're the only thing that makes sense. I just need you."

There was something about the way she said it, almost like she was pleading with him. He wanted to sob at that alone because they'd never argued about sex before. After they got married they couldn't take their hands off each other so it was never an issue. The issue here was she had no idea what this meant to him compare to her. She wanted a quick fuck to feel something good and he wanted to pour everything he had into their actions until she understood how much he loved her. They'd done both in the Enchanted Forest, but even when they were fucking rather than making love James always knew Snow loved him.

Mary didn't even know his real name.

She was kissing him again, lightly this time; cautiously. Like she wasn't sure what he'd do.

She'd never had this, not that she could remember anyway. Rough was the life she was used to so of course that's what she expected here. That wasn't what she was going to get though, James thought, because if they were going this then he needed to love her. Wholly, properly, in every way she deserved as his wife and true love.

He'd show her what it felt like to be loved.

How it felt to be loved by him.

He kissed her back, sighing into it and he could feel Mary's lips curve into a smile. Her victory, or so she thought.

Their lips moved in sync, tongue dancing together like they were well versed to do so and Mary's hands were wondering again. She could feel the hard muscles under his shirt, jumping slightly as her fingers skimmed over them and she knew she wanted more. His hands were tracing over her back, fingers lightly sending shivers down her spine.

She reached up and grabbed the open edges of his shirt near his neck and without breaking the kiss she pulled sharply at the material.

The first thing James registered was the ripping sound, then the sound of his shirt buttons scattering around their feet. Then Mary's hands were on his bare chest, the ripped shirt hanging open.

That sneaky minx.

James spun them quickly, not wanting her to have the upper hand here and pressed her against the door as he tore his mouth from hers. His lips worshipped every available patch of skin she had, going up to her temple to brush over it before trailing down her eyelids to her nose. He paid extra attention to her jaw, knowing she loved it when he kissed her there before moving down to her neck.

He kissed, licked and sucked the skin, fingers tunnelling into her short hair as she gasped. Her hands abandoning their exploring to grip his biceps instead.

Mary was just trying not to fall apart. This wasn't what she expected when he gave in, fully intending to get him naked as quickly as possible but clearly he had other ideas. She wanted to do something, get him to stop because this was getting too much for her. It wasn't even the pleasure, it was the emotion.

He was kissing her like he worshipped her skin, like he could climb inside and call it home.

Like he loved her.

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Wherever you are I will find you."

"The same way we shall do everything. Together."

"I love you, Snow."

"I love you, Charming."

"We… we're having a child?"

"No one's ever been willing to die for me before."

"No one that you can remember."

"I don't care, I love you."

"You have to take the baby to the wardrobe."

"Come back to me."

"I have a name you know. It's James."

"Charming suits you."

She gasped. Charming. The Curse. Regina. Charming.

He was still kissing her, lips on her collarbone now. Lips she'd felt a hundred times before and would know anywhere.

"James." She breathed a smile on her face. It took him a moment to realise what she had said but then his lips stopped and he pulled back. Eyes searching like he dared not hope.

Snow had tears in her eyes, "My Charming. You found me." She whispered.

"Snow." His voice was of disbelief.

She nodded, "Always."

She kissed him them, long and deeply, pouring in everything she had and everything she felt. James returned it, not holding back from her either, "Snow." He smiled as they parted, "My Snow."

"I remember, there was something about the way you were kissing me." She smiled, "Everything came flooding back."

"I've missed you." He replied, a single tear slipping down his cheek, "There's so much to say…"

Snow wiped his tear, "Later, my love. We have tonight for us, I've missed you."

Their lips met again, and what started out as a soft kiss between a husband and wife soon turned into a passionate embrace between lovers. Snow's hands pushed Charming's torn shirt off his shoulders completely, letting the fabric hit the floor as Charming's own hands pushed her shirt up and over her head.

His lips descended upon the swell of her breasts, not stopping to admire her bra as Snow whimpered at the feeling of his stubble scratching at her sensitive skin. Heat was pooling in her stomach and she already knew her underwear was ruined, her need for her husband was overwhelming. He had managed to slip a leg between hers as he held her against the door and Snow couldn't help but grind against his thigh, looking for any relief as her nails scratched his back and his tongue lavished her.

Charming seemed to sense her need and his hands reached down to her thighs, lifting her up in one quick movement so her legs were wrapped around his waist and her back was more firmly pressed against him and the door. She moaned as she felt his crotch pressing against her in just the right spot and nipped at his earlobe thanks to the new height advantage he had given her.

How had it been 28 years since this man was hers?

"Bed, Snow." He growled out against her and she could tell from the hardness pressing against her he was as eager as she was.

She sucked on his lobe lightly, "Such a caveman." She teased with a smile.

"If I were a caveman I'd lay you out on this floor." He responded and she smiled to see her teasing husband back.

"Perhaps I'd let you." She replied, lips moving to his shoulder now, "It would be worth the bruised back I'm sure."

He groaned as her teeth nipped at his skin, "Snow…"

"James." She laughed. "You better get me to a bed right now, Charming. I simply must have you and I can't wait any longer."

He chuckled and pecked her lips before finding the strength to push off from the door with her still in his arms and walk her to the bedroom. He settled her on the bed, not bothering to draw the curtain back before he climbed over her, hands getting rid of her bra.

"You always were so impatient." She teased as his mouth moved over her ribs with butterfly kisses against her smooth skin.

"Me?" He laughed, "You were the one who couldn't wait and practically jumped me in the palace gardens. We were almost caught."

She hummed happily, "You all but pushed me into an alcove at Ella's wedding to have your way with me."

He nipped at her stomach, "I don't recall you complaining. In fact you voiced you approval rather loudly, I thought someone was going to overhear."

"I love you, Charming." Was her only response.

James smiled against her stomach, "As I love you, Snow."

He placed one last kiss at her navel before he moved further down the bed, unbutton her jeans and peeling and down along with her underwear. He took off her shoes and allowed all of it to fall to the floor so she was bare before him.

His Snow.

His beautiful wife.

She was watching him, waiting to see what he was planning. Confident and teasing in her eyes as she bit her lip. James started at her calf, running his lips over the smooth flesh before he reached her knee. He paid special attention to the small scar from when she fell of her horse, tongue lavishing the spot before he continued up. He nipped at her inner thighs, placing small kisses as he settled between her legs.

He had waiting long enough to do this.

He flashed her a devilish smile before his lips descended upon her. Snow gasped at the first stroke of his tongue against her and one hand flew to the headboard behind her to steady herself. James' stubble was sending extra courses of pleasure through her as he licked her, her arousal coating his tongue.

"Charming." Snow moaned breathlessly, the pleasure between her legs coiled tightly.

His response was simply to guide her legs over his shoulders to give him better access as his hands held her hips to keep her in place. His tongue flicked over her clit once, twice before he sucked against her.

Snow cried out, hips jerking up on instinct but James held her steady and her fingers gripped the headboard a bit tighter. He repeated the move and Snow knew he'd make her cum from his mouth alone at this rate. The pleasure in her was too much and James' administration had her toes curling against his back.

His tongue flicked against her again and she whimpered, so close to her release as his thumbs stroked over her hip bones. Snow was writhing now, searching for that one thing that would sent her over the edge as James' mouth sucked at her clit again. Her legs were shaking around his head and she was sure there was going to be nail marks in the headboard.

Suddenly, James pressed his tongue against her hard and her release found her.

"James." She gasped out as the intense pleasure hit her, his tongue staying flat against her core as she rode out the aftershock of her release.

He waited until her legs fell away from him and her hand released the headboard before he crawled back over her, mouth damp but a smile on his face.

"I forgot how beautiful you look when you cum with my name on your lips." He remarked with a smirk.

She hummed, "I forgot how good you are at making me cum."

He kissed her then, hard, hands wandering over her skin. Snow's hip rose up to meet his when she realised he was still semi-dressed. "Naked. Now." She ordered breaking their lips and James smiled.

He pulled away from her and got rid of the rest of his clothes and boots before joining her again. Snow smiled happily before flipping them over so his back hit the mattress and she settled herself over him.

She took a moment just to drink him in, the incredible specimen that was her husband. Strong yet soft. Hard yet gentle. And all hers. Her mouth worshipped him like his did hers and she paid extra attention to the new scar over his shoulder she had yet to see. It was pink and slightly raised but he got it fighting for their family so she made sure he knew she loved him more for it, her tongue soothing it completely before moving on. She kissed the scar near his hip from a sword fight with one of George's men and ran her fingers over the one on his forearm from an accident on the farm as a boy.

Her eyes fell to his erection, hard against his stomach and she couldn't resist taking him in her hand. He hissed when she did then his eyes slid shut as she pumped her hand against him.

"Snow," He groaned out softly, his eyes watching hers like he knew she was about to suck him off, "If you go where I think you're going this won't last and I need to be inside you."

She ached at his words and nodded, "Next time, you're all mine." She promised and before she could move James had flipped them over again so he was above her.

He nodded, "But right now you're all mine."

She bit her lip, "And what will you do with me?"

"Whatever you want." He whispered as he kissed her.

"Just make love to me?" She asked, "Make me yours again."

It's what they both needed and as soon as James pushed into her for the first time Snow knew it was exactly like being home.

"You've always been mine, Snow. Whether you remembered or not." He said softly, eyes catching hers.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, "Show me."

And he did.

James started off slow, wanting to build Snow back to his level of arousal and he kissed every inch of her he could reach. Skin he kissed before, worshipped in almost every room of their home and several times in the woods, the other half of him.

Snow always brought his lips back to hers though like she couldn't bare not feeling him completely surround her, only breaking the kisses when he hit a particular spot inside of her that caused her to cry out.

He watched her pleasure grow like a fire within her, her eyes becoming lidded and her breathing getting more rapid. Her movements becoming shaky and her legs tighter around him. Her hands on his back werr keeping her to him and James wouldn't have moved even if they weren't.

He thrust into her again, deeper this time, knowing she was catching up to him. He was shaking in his efforts to wait for her but it would be worth it to see her cum again.

"James." She gasped, one hand falling to her side as her eyes closed, he'd never tire of hearing her say his name. "Harder."

His fingers sought blindly of her, trailing up her arm before finding her palm. Their fingers tangled together as he drew out of her heat because thrusting back in, hard. She moaned and he knew she was getting closer by the second.

James continued like that hard and deep as he picked up his pace. She was raising her hips to meet his with every thrust, working together to reach their climaxes.

He moved his free hand from the mattress by her head to her cheek, "Open your eyes, Snow. I need to see you."

Her green eyes opened as he brought his forehead to hers, "I love you." He said as he thrust inside her again.

"I love you. Always." She vowed, her breath catching in her throat.

James was moving at a frantic pace now, her name tumbling from his lips, "Cum for me, darling."

His fingers moved down to flick her clit and she did just that, her mouth falling open as she cried out. Her orgasm sneaking up on her and tumbling through her body. James came the moment he felt her tighten around him, his release happening so suddenly he had to hold himself from slumping against her.

Snow pulled him to her anyway, wanting to feel him pressing into her as she fingers stroked his face, "I'm yours." She told him as she kissed the scar on his jaw.

He opened his eyes then, "And I'm yours."

He pulled out of her then and Snow sighed at the loss before James settled with his back on the mattress and wrapped an arm around her to bring her closer. Snow rested her head on his chest, pulling the sheet over then to protect against the chill before looping an arm round his waist and working a leg over one of his.

Tomorrow they'd have so much to deal with by right now they had each other and they were determined to make the most of it while they could.

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Next chapter includes: Charming family feels - especially Emma and Snow and Regina gets ruthless in her attempts are revenge.