Three Times Married
by misscam
Summary: Third time's the charm, they say. Third time's the Charmings too. Three wedding nights with Snow and Charming. [Snow/Charming]
Rating: M. Adult activities.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, just my words.
Author's Note: For Angie, my awesome beta. Happy (very) belated birthday! The two first weddings are as seen on the show, while the third is an imagined future one.
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And so may the love between you always be strong, true and eternal.
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He's lost a mother and gained a wife, David thinks, and shifts position underneath the blankets yet again. He can't sleep. Not when joy and grief are fighting for domination in his mind, and plans for fighting King George are lurking just beneath.
He sighs, staring up at the roof of the tent. Maybe he should just give up on sleep and plan their next move instead.
The flap of the tent is moved aside, and he sits up and reaches for his sword instinctively before noticing it's Snow entering. Snow, with her hair all down and in a white dress that seems to merge with her skin in the faint light. It clings to her too, revealing her curves by following them. It is not, he thinks, an item to be worn to bed. It is an item to be worn before being torn off in bed.
He swallows, meeting Snow's eyes. There is no mistaking the look in them. He knows her well enough now to know it is desire, want, lust – all of it entwined by love too, the love they share.
Right, he thinks and feels the urge to reach for her and kiss her breathless. This is their wedding night, but he didn't want to assume since it wasn't their official wedding. Yet here she is in his tent, with a look in her eyes that makes his breath catch and he knows he cannot resist her now and will never be able to.
He holds out his hand and Snow moves over to him, taking his hand as she sinks down on the blankets next to him. He watches her for another moment, resisting the urge to ask her if she's sure. She is; he can tell. She is brave enough to claim what she wants without a second thought, his Snow, and now she wants him.
And so he leans forward and kisses her, and she meets it eagerly just as she did under the arch of flowers. His Snow. His wife. And now about to be his lover too. They've slept together before – just slept, him helping her back to sleep after far too many nightmares – but apart from wandering hands and eager kisses, they have been fairly chaste in their behavior.
(Not because they didn't want to. Oh, how he's wanted to and seen the same desire in her from the flush to her cheeks, the look in her eyes and the noises she's made while kissing him. So not from the lack of want, but rather because there has been far too many people around and he hasn't wanted to risk a pregnancy without being married – especially if he was to die in this fight for the kingdom.)
No chastity now, but somehow it doesn't feel wrong. She's his wife, but even more importantly she's his true love. And now, now they're going to love each other physically too, just as they've been loving each other in every other way for a long time.
The kiss doesn't stay soft and gentle for long. She makes a soft moan at the back of her throat as her lips part and he pulls her against him. The silky material of her dress is soft against his bare chest, but he has a desire to feel something even softer – her skin. His hands move to her shoulders, easing the dress downwards without breaking the now rather deep and insistent kiss. She sucks lightly at his bottom lip and her tongue brushes his as she explores his mouth. It's rather hard to focus on his task, especially when she runs her hands down his chest to his abdomen.
She reaches the top of his underwear just as he pulls her dress down to her stomach. She isn't wearing anything underneath, and very carefully he lifts his hand to cup a breast. She draws a sharp breath at that, and then makes a noise he hasn't heard before as he draws his thumb hesitantly across her nipple. It hardens under his touch, so he continues brushing it lightly.
He breaks the kiss gently, cupping her cheek with his free hand. She keeps her eyes open as he watches her; seeing how her lips part as he moves his hand to caress her other breast too, and how she bites down on her lip adorably as she lowers her gaze to her hands on the waistline of his underwear.
He shifts to help her pull the cloth entirely off to leave him entirely naked, and her gaze doesn't flinch as she looks at him. She looks curious more than anything. In fact, he has to bite his lip not to make a very undignified noise as she reaches out and touches his manhood.
He closes his eyes as she runs her fingers curiously down the length of him. He can't keep silent as her hand closes gently around him, and he can feel his hips move almost instinctively to thrust a little upwards. Oh. Oh. He's grown up on a farm, so it's not like he hasn't seen plenty, but this is the first time he's felt it. He's growing hard, he realizes, as her careful touches continue.
When he opens his eyes again, he can see Snow smile almost wickedly at his reaction. She likes it, he realizes. She likes seeing him lost to pleasure from her touch. But then, he can't say he blames her for that. He has a feeling he is going to enjoy the same with her, and he intends to find out right now.
Without warning he flips her underneath him. She makes a soundless gasp in surprise, but he catches her lips with his own before she can protest. His hands settle on her hips, lifting her up just a touch so he can yank the dress the rest of the way off.
Her body seems to fit against his like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. She arches into him as he lowers his mouth to her neck, sucking gently on the spot just by her collarbone that he's learned gives her pleasure. It's all in the noises she makes, the ones he's starting to read just as well as he is learning her other languages. Snow may not always say how she feels, but he's come to learn that she communicates it well enough in so many other ways.
He can tell she likes it as he lowers his mouth even further and kisses the top of her breast. Her fingers lace themselves in his hair as he continues kissing every inch of her skin that he hasn't before. Whenever she makes a certain noise, he lingers on that spot even longer. She arches into him when he takes her breast fully in his mouth, so he does the same with the other and watches her cheeks flush.
She is so beautiful like this, he thinks, bare before him with nothing between them. He wouldn't mind spending days just like this; with Snow in bed and nothing else. Maybe once they win the kingdom and King George and Regina are both no longer a threat they can do just that. It will be like a happy ending; their happy ending.
She's breathing more heavily and her eyelids are lowered, he notes as he lifts his head from her skin. Yes. He does like this, likes seeing her react with pleasure to his touch. It thrills him even, knowing she is his in yet another way that no others can claim. She is his Snow, just like he is her Charming.
She pulls his head up for another kiss, lips brushing lips as her breasts press against his chest. He imagines she can feel his erection pressing against her stomach too, but she doesn't react with any fear. Then again, he did see her chatting to Granny earlier in the evening so perhaps she's gotten a few pointers.
Of course, he also chatted with Granny earlier in the evening as well, and he got a few pointers too. So when Snow gasps into his kiss when he lowers a hand between her legs, he isn't entirely surprised.
Carefully, very carefully he draws circles with his thumb while he presses his palm against her. Her eyes seem to roll back as he head falls back against the pillows. He kisses the heat in her cheeks while she makes noises he's never heard before, but is determined to lure out of her as often as he can from this night on.
She digs her fingers almost painfully into his shoulders as he eases a finger into her. He knows there will be pain for her this first time, he's learned that much. But there can also be pleasure, if he isn't 'an impatient prick', as Granny put it.
For Snow, he could wait an eternity, he is sure. But he doesn't have to. Her breath grows increasingly rapid as he continues stroking and touching her and then her whole body seems to tense and her eyes roll back in her head. She calls out too; and he smiles at the sound of his name said with so much pleasure.
"Snow," he murmurs affectionately, leaning down to kiss the heat in her cheeks. He lifts his hands to her hips to hold her as her body goes still again and her breathing gets slower.
"Charming," she says softly, her voice catching a little. He likes that, and he kisses her throat as well. She moves under him, lifting a leg as he presses her forehead against hers. His own breathing has turned rapid as well, he notes, and it is very hard not to grind his hips against hers. He wants, oh he wants, his whole body seeming filled with desire for her.
He leans forward and kisses her. Her body is still relaxed under him, but he still takes some time to tug at her lips and draw several moans from her while he adjusts himself between her legs. She presses against him as he lifts her other leg too, and he finds himself suspecting Snow will be as impatient in love-making as she is in everything else.
Carefully, he slides into her. She is tight and warm, so warm around him and the sensation of it makes him ball his fists. He pauses as he feels the barrier that marks this the first time for her, almost wishing it wasn't. (Almost. He is possessive enough to admit he is glad he is her first lover, as she is his.) She tenses, probably expecting the pain, so he sucks at her bottom lip and cups her breast with his palm again in the vain hope it may distract her.
He can still feel the sharp gasp of pain she makes into his mouth as he pushes into her fully. For him it is only pleasure, so much pleasure he can hear his own moan. He tries to remain still to let her adjust to the feeling of it, but she doesn't make it easier by biting down on his lower lip and drawing her nails down his arms, that is for sure. And when she is the one to move and link her legs behind him to draw him in further, he has no willpower left.
As he moves, she links her arms around his neck and kisses him thoroughly. All he can feel is her; around him, against him, with him, Snow, Snow, Snow. He finds himself moaning her name soundlessly like a mantra into her kiss, as his thrusts grow more rapid and frantic.
And then... Then he knows what it must have been like for her as he comes, the orgasm claiming his body and mind alike. His face falls against her shoulder and she can feel her kiss his head while he tries to regain his senses and control.
She is smiling as he lifts his head to look at her. He is still inside her even if he isn't hard anymore, but he still enjoys the closeness of it. Their hearts have been linked for so long, and now their bodies are too.
"Snow," he says softly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.
"Husband," she says in return, and he rather likes the sound of that title coming from her lips.
"Wife," he tries, and she smiles at the sound of that. "My wife."
"In every way," she says, her eyes bright as she draws her thumb across his cheekbone and then across his upper lip.
"In every way," he agrees, leaning down to kiss her. Yes. Every way, him and her. Husband and wife, princess and shepherd come prince, fighters, lovers; Snow and Charming together – in every way.