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Currently, Charming is occupied in a great and terrible staring bout with a black and white fuzzy creature. His mother had a dog like this when he was little more than a boy, but it's not the same one. The patches are different, for a start, and so is the temperament. The odder thing, of course, is the presence of the dog in his and Snow's bedroom.

And it's staring at him.

"Hello," Charming says warily, tipping his head to one side to see if the dog responds to him. He does little more than give a whine. "Are you supposed to be somewhere? I'd remember if you were mine." Which is almost a joke in and of itself, given that there are still small gaps in his memory, as if fate is holding out one last joke on him. "Snow?" Charming summons. "There's something here you may want to see!"

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"I think I'd like you on top," he admits, shivering at the touch of her fingertips and the chilly thought of going as long as he had without that. "You're so beautiful in any way, but I love it when you control the situation."

"Then move over, Your Highness," she murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth before giving him a nudge to roll him onto his back, smoothly swinging a leg across him and settling into a perch over his hips. She has to spend a moment just looking at him from this angle, bending low to kiss him again.

"I love you," she whispers, taking hold of him and shifting her hips to guide him into her with a soft gasp on her lips.

He takes small pains to adjust them in order to ensure that Snow is as comfortable as can be, sliding his hands up the warmth of her hips to hold tightly. Seeing her, alone, is all he needs and the feel of her around him practically makes him falter to the edge. "Snow," he whispers. "Oh, Snow, I love you too."

She's more than comfortable as she settles astride him, thighs squeezing against his hips as she slowly rocks back and forth over him. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes shining when she gazes down at him, gently touching his cheek before she gives in to the movement, gasping softly.

While Charming certainly hadn't thought of these things when he had first met her, he cannot help but acknowledge that his Snow White is the most perfect in any country or land and it matters not what she's doing. "Snow," he moans, holding onto her hip like a lifeline.

The first time they'd been together here, on the island, it had almost felt like another wedding night at first - before wariness had yielded to passion and all the longing she had harbored deep inside her and been ignorant of for so long.

She bends low to him, wanting to keep him close even as they continue to move together, her lips brushing over his.

"Snow," he murmurs and reaches out for her, sliding his fingers over the bare skin of her back out of a need to touch her and never let go. He closes his eyes tight as he touches and refuses to think of anything but the woman in his arms. "Snow," he gasps, sense giving way to pleasure.

It's been so long, but she could never truly forget the way this feels, the way he surrounds her even when she's the one moving above him, suffusing her senses and coming close to overwhelming her completely. His name falls from her lips, over and again, and she braces her hands on his chest, the momentum building as her pleasure grows.

He would love this even if they weren't trying for a child, but the addition of knowing this is an action born of love makes him shiver ever the more, fall into a sort of haze as his vision goes cloudy, but Snow goes ethereal. "Look at you," he praises. "You're so wonderful."

A new spiral of pleasure unfurls from deep inside her and she gasps, her back arching as her body tenses in anticipation of what's to come. She glances down at him, lost in the moment, her gaze equally hungry and full of love. "I love you," she whispers, before another sensation overwhelms her and she moans, leaning down to catch his lips with hers.

"I love you, too," Charming murmurs, again and again until the words are robbed from him because he can't do anything but lean up to kiss her, feeling like if there were magic in this world, they might have taken out a city with a kiss like that. "Snow, I love you."

She's reaching a point of no return, feeling so overcome by her ecstasy that she nearly breathes a sob against his lips. If she were an outside observer, watching their total surrender to love and passion would be enough to make her blush, but here in their bed with him she doesn't care how she looks. The only warning she can give him is a sharp cry, a sudden burst of sound before she shudders over and around him, clutching onto him for dear life as she rides through the cresting waves of true pleasure.

He knows that it's likely too optimistic and too early to hope for anything to come of this, but Charming is the positive type and he wants to believe that they might conceive a child of their efforts. Even if they don't, he hardly sees a need to ever stop practicing. "Snow," he murmurs, shivering when he can hold out no longer and comes.

Her world shatters around her and then slowly flies back into one piece again as she feels him join her in tipping over the edge. Yet she doesn't stop moving despite her uncontrollable trembling, wanting to take everything he gives her in the hopes that something will come of all of this. "Charming," she breathes, a sated smile on her lips as a few residual spirals course through her body and she stretches out over him, moaning softly.

"I'm glad you still think me so charming," he breathes out the words, hitched and broken as he wraps his arms around her snugly, not wanting to be a single inch from her, if that's possible.

"Mmm, more than," she whispers, a few strands of hair falling in front of her face when she turns her head to rest her cheek against his chest, effectively splayed out with limbs in all directions.

"Are you alright?" She's smiling through the words, contentedly chuckling at the end of the question.

He laughs, sticky and warm and filled with nothing but pleasurable sensations. Dragging an arm around her waist, he tries to coax her to lie down aside him. "Honestly, I never think we can outdo ourselves and we manage it. Every time."

"It's a game I have no problem with continuing to play," she teases, obediently rolling off of him to one side while keeping her arm thrown lazily across his middle. "Over and over and over."

Charming hardly lets her go too far, giving a soft murmur as he pulls her close enough that he can still feel her warmth. "If we do have another child, I'd like to think Emma would approve, wherever she is."

"Well, she wouldn't exactly approve of this, how we got to making another one," she replies, similarly soft. "I don't want to traumatize our daughter any more than we have to normally as parents."

"She missed out on that," Charming murmurs, brushing his fingers softly over her face. "We never got to see her as a teenager. We never got to embarrass her by being inappropriate the way parents are. Even when she was here, seeing as she never accepted the truth," he admits, the pain still affecting him greater than he wants it to.

The mood isn't broken, not completely, but Snow's face subtly falls in the wake of the conversation shifting into one about Emma. "I feel like she was beginning to come around to the idea, maybe," she murmurs, a little sadness evident in her voice even as she attempts to mask it with optimism. "Or at least closer to the belief that we weren't just from Storybrooke."

"Maybe with you, but she certainly didn't want to give me an inch, let alone a mile," Charming admits, pressure pushing his lips downwards into a frown, given that he hardly knows what to feel about such a thing. "You had a connection. She and I...we didn't have that."

"I know," Snow whispers, a little disheartened that Emma hadn't been able to have the same bond with her father that they had. "Although she'd still really only looked at me as a friend, a roommate. I don't think she was completely willing to start calling me 'Mom'."

"You hardly look like her mother," he points out. "We're barely older than her," he concedes, and for all that he feels immensely old, at times, there are others when he feels half his age and still learning the way around the world.