Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time.
AN: SecretLoveCara requested a one-shot of Snowing finding ways to keep the excitement and spice in their sex life. Though I dislike the stigma this fandom has that Snowing is somehow boring in bed(even though 2x10 suggests otherwise), I wrote this prompt. It is my headcanon though that Snow and Charming have no trouble in this area. Their expressions, gestures, and the looks suggest that the passion is prevalent. This is what I came up with. Charming decides to fulfill one of his wife's "fantasies". I will write a follow-up to this one too with Snow fulfilling one of Charming's "fantasies" if people want it. I'll warn you now, this one is rated M for sexual content. You've been warned.
Once Upon a Snowing
Fantasies
With the final battle over, things had finally calmed in Storybrooke. For the first time in their marriage, Snow and Charming were allowed to breathe. Love and passion had always flowed so effortlessly between them, but actually having quiet moments together had always been a rare thing. There had always been some threat or evil hanging over them. But now all that had changed. They had all this time for quiet moments together, raising their son, side by side. No more fighting and curses and separations. Just them. Snow and Charming. Husband and wife. Parents. And lovers…
Sex had always been good between them, great even. Being in love helped that, but mostly because they had always been so in tune, so in sync with each other. Their feelings ran very deeply, as true love usually did, so when that love was expressed physically, it was nothing short of amazing. The physicality in their relationship was yet another extension of how perfect they were together.
Before, sex had been accomplished through no little effort between crisis after crisis. With their loft being a virtual revolving door at times, they had gotten creative, carving out time whenever and wherever possible. But now...that was no longer necessary. They now had much more time for each other and took full advantage.
They would never be bored with each other and the sex was never dull. He was fond of telling her when they were cuddled together in the afterglow that he could make love to her for eternity and never get enough. And she felt the same about him. Together, they always managed to make their time together wonderful.
At times though, they both missed the excitement of ravishing each other between battles or with the prevalent threat of being caught in the act while they made love at what some would probably consider inappropriate times or places.
Many a lake in the Enchanted Forest where any passerby could happen upon them. Parking the truck at the edge of woods where any car could drive by. Then there were the times in the jungle in Neverland. Or the naughty time Snow had picked the lock on Cruella's room at the Inn in Underbrooke and used her bed. Snow admitted after that it had been risky, but she felt the need for revenge on her for making out with Charming when that was supposed to be solely her pleasure.
They wouldn't have changed their new, peaceful life now for the world. But they were now discovering they had time to fulfill certain...fantasies and started taking great pleasure in doing so. Though Snow could have never imagined what was in store for her one night in particular. In fact, she had almost forgotten expressing this highly erotic fantasy when he had expertly coaxed it from her one night when they were cuddling in the afterglow. She never expected him to take her seriously, let alone be able to pull it off, since said fantasy happened to take place in her classroom. But she should have known better when it came to Charming and his legendary determination when it came to her.
He was determined to fulfill his wife's fantasy and he began planning it in secret. Getting the privacy they needed in her classroom was the tricky part. He waited for parent/teacher conferences to roll around again and set his plan in motion on the last evening. He had peeked at her conference schedule and showed up to the school, just after her very last conference ended. He dropped off Neal earlier with Granny and then hurried back home to dress in the proper attire needed. Getting the proper attire back from Gold had been it's own headache, as the shop owner was far too amused when he inquired about buying it back. He hadn't even told him why he wanted it, but he suspected the imp knew exactly why.
He peered into the room where his wife was packing up her things for the night, as it was nearly nine p.m. already. He put the piece of cardboard he had specifically cut in the small window on the door, ensuring that no one could see in, just as she looked up. She was stunned for a moment, trying to figure out why her husband was wearing his formal clothes, ones from the Enchanted Forest no less. Then with a sharp intake of breath, she remembered the fantasy she had confessed to him.
"Prince Charming…" she uttered.
"Miss Blanchard," he addressed, as he swept dramatically in her direction, coming to tower over her.
"I don't understand...how is this happening?" she asked.
"You wished for it, Miss Blanchard. You wished for your Prince Charming to come here and sweep you off your feet," he replied.
"I did...but that was only part of the wish," she said. He smirked and she shivered, as she was backed against the chalkboard.
"Oh I know...and now I'm here to fulfill your entire wish, Miss Blanchard," he purred. She panted, as he took her arms and locked them above her head and kissed her throat. She bit her bottom lip to keep a whimper back, as she felt his strong hands slip under her skirt and grip her thighs.
"Sweet Miss Blanchard...your fantasies are highly inappropriate," he chided playfully.
"Mmm...you mean the ones where Prince Charming fucks me against my own chalkboard or the one he takes me on my desk or I ride him in my own chair?" she rattled off. He smirked and slowly started undoing her cardigan. She yelped, as he picked her up and deposited her on the desk, while kissing her passionately, earning soft mewls from her.
"Let's start here and see how many fantasies of yours I can fulfill, Miss Blanchard," he leered.
"Is this the part of my fantasy where I get to see what's underneath all these clothes, Prince Charming?" she asked, feigning innocence and biting her bottom lip. It made him want to suck on those lips with his own.
He smirked and shed his red jacket, followed by the white tunic underneath, letting her eyes drink in his bare chest. She bit her bottom lip, as he undid his belt and she stilled his hand.
"One part of my fantasy is getting to do this part myself," she said.
"Of course...by all means," he replied. She slowly pushed the tight leather passed his hips and down his legs. Her eyes locked on the quivering length between his legs.
"Am I everything you envisioned in your fantasy, Miss Blanchard?" he asked.
"Yes...oh yes…" she uttered, as she felt need curl in her core. She almost hissed, as she clenched her thighs together to momentarily dull the ache between her legs. Her underwear was drenched and she palmed her hands along his torso,
"There's only one problem now," he said.
"Problem?" she squeaked.
"You're still wearing far too many clothes, Miss Blanchard," he said. She shivered, as his eyes skated appreciatively over her.
"Are...are you going to do something about that, Prince Charming?" she asked, casting a coy gaze at him.
"Yes Miss Blanchard, I'm going to undress you until you're bare before my eyes," he purred, as he slowly undid her sensible cardigan, finding a very not sensible sexy red bra beneath it.
"Tell me, Miss Blanchard...in your fantasies, did Prince Charming put his hands on you?" he inquired with a whisper in her ear. She gasped, as he sucked the lobe between his teeth, nibbling gently.
"Mmm...y...yes he did," she stammered.
"Where...where did he put his hands?" he hissed, as her head lolled back and he devoured her throat.
"Ev...everywhere…" she uttered.
"Tell me...tell me you want my hands on you. I want to hear you say it," he demanded, as he lightly bit at her neck, guaranteeing she'd have a mark there.
"I...I want your hands on me, Prince Charming. I want them everywhere…" she cried. Her bra snapped open and the straps dangled off her shoulders. She gasped, as he tossed the garment away, leaving her entire torso bare.
He captured her lips again and she moaned into his kiss, as he cupped her breasts in his strong hands, gently squeezing and flicking his thumbs over her hardened nipples.
"Ohhhh…" she whimpered, as he grazed his teeth down her neck, trailing open mouth kisses. He pulled her even closer, as he kissed down the valley between her breasts. Gasps and mewls escaped her lips, as lips mouth closed over one of her nipples and he suckled gently. His skilled tongue flicked the sensitive bud and he paid the same attention to the other soft, gorgeous mound of flesh. Snow's head lolled and her eyes rolled back, as he worshipped her breasts, something he always loved doing. David had long ago mapped her entire body with his lips and he never tired of traveling those paths. And it never ceased to bring her unspeakable pleasure when his hands and mouth were on her like this.
Her panting increased, as his hands slipped her skirt down her over her hips and it fell to a puddle on the floor. She was hot all over, as he slipped his fingers inside her underwear.
"Miss Blanchard...you're so wet…" he purred.
"Mmm...you've done that to me, Prince Charming," she retorted. He smirked.
"Then I'd say I'm living up to your fantasy so far then," he stated, as he slid two fingers inside her, feeling her clench tightly around them.
"Gods...please…" she pleaded, as she bucked her hips.
"I want to hear you say it, Miss Blanchard. I want to hear you tell me what you want me to do now," he demanded.
"Take me...now...please," she demanded back.
"Right here...on your desk?" he prompted.
"Mmm...yes! Fuck me hard...right here," she begged. He finally gave them both what they wanted and pushed inside her.
"Ahhh…" she cried out, as he buried himself all the way inside her. He bent over her, gazing into her lust clouded eyes and locked her arms above her head. And then he began moving, quickly building in speed. Her legs locked tightly around his chest, as he took her ravenously, fucking her hard and deeply. She was beside herself in a haze of pleasure, her entire body trembling, as she surrendered completely to him. Her back arched in an erotic bow and her breasts bobbed in his face with each hammering thrust. When she came, she screamed loudly and he released her arms, so he could grip her hips, while searching for his own. He came seconds behind her and spilled inside her. He extracted his slick cock and gathered her in his arms, as he stumbled back into her chair. They collapsed into it together, panting hard and their slick skin glistened together, as they slowly came down.
"Well...did I live up to your fantasy, Miss Blanchard?" he purred.
"No...you shattered it. Nothing I ever dreamed of could ever come close to being as good as that was," she purred back.
"I have more of your fantasies to fulfil," he promised. She smirked.
"You do...but there's another I'd rather have tonight," she mentioned.
"Anything you desire, my darling Miss Blanchard," he said.
"Did you arrive here by horseback?" she asked coyly. He smirked. She knew him well. He had rode one of their horses here from the farm.
"Of course…" he answered.
"Then the next part of my fantasy is to be carried off with you to your horse and for you to take me to your castle," she said.
"Even if my castle is beautiful two story farm house?" he promised and she smiled, as she bit her bottom lip.
"Especially if it's that," she answered.
"Then when we get there, I shall carry you inside as if you are the most precious treasure in all the realms," he promised.
"And then you shall take me to your bed and make love to me again. And then you will hold me in your arms all night," she added.
"I will do both of these tonight...and every night you wish for the rest of our lives," he continued.
"I like forever better," she countered and he smiled.
"Forever it is then, Miss Blanchard...my Snow White," he purred, as she kissed him and they got dressed. But as he put his white tunic back on, he took his red overcoat and wrapped her in it, before sweeping her into his arms, bridal style.
True to his word, he carried her out to his horse and placed her on the animal, before mounting himself. And the horse started off in the gentle trot, as held his princess close and took her off to their castle...