Disclaimer: Just playing, will put everything back when finished.
The adrenaline wears off quickly after their "We-made-it-through-the-portal-alive" celebration dinner, and she crashes hard, but she can't quite get to sleep.
She tosses and turns, half-awake and frustrated, about to give up the fight when she hears footsteps on the stairs and freezes.
The steps are too soft to be anyone's but her mother's, all those years out of the Enchanted Forest and she still can creep with the best of them.
But Emma feigns sleep, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in her pillow, too exhausted to get up and see what she might want. With any luck Snow would think she's fast asleep and leave.
So you can imagine her surprise when she not only doesn't leave, but sits on the edge of Emma's bed, and proceeds to rub her back.
"It's all right, you're safe here, just relax," her mother's soft instructions come as she tenses, unsure if she should pull away. But the soft massage and the hum that is coming from Snow's lips is casting a kind of magic she's never experienced. And ever so slowly tension she hadn't realized she's been carrying melts off her muscles, and her eyelids droop. But she can't go to sleep without asking-
"How did you know?"
"I just knew," Snow whispers back, "Go to sleep, sweetheart."
And she does, happily, so relaxed she's as much unphased by the pet name as the soft kiss Snow places on her temple.
Her mother had told her once to get used to someone putting her first. At the time she wasn't completely sure she could get used to something like that. But if being put first means back rubs when she can't sleep as much as being saved from human-eating ogres, maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she first thought.