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

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Snow stalked down the corridor with a very clear destination in mind, she had just excused herself from yet another meeting to help negotiate the rebuilds on the outer villages after Regina's destruction and as much as Snow was determined to help her subjects the whole leadership role was taking quite a toll on her.

She knew Charming felt the same, neither of them had been prepared for ruling over a Kingdom and they were figured it out as they went. It was to her husband's office that Snow was now headed, knowing he had been cooped up there since that morning working on everything that had been brought to his attention.

Snow approached the door with a smile as she pushed her way inside without knocking. Charming was hunched over the desk with a frown on his face as he studied the papers in front of him. Snow felt the familiar excitement bubble inside her at seeing her newly official husband and she closed the door with a soft thud, bolting the lock as she did so.

Charming's gaze snapped up to hers and a soft smile crossed his features, "Snow? Everything alright?"

She nodded as she approached, "Of course, I just missed you."

Her husband's smile only grew, "And you had to lock the door to tell me that."

He caught on quickly, and Snow decided she loved that about him. She bit her lip as she hitched her dress up to her knees and climbed into Charming's chair to straddle his lap, "I didn't think having people walk in here would be a good idea." She admitted softly.

Charming's eyes darkened as his hands came to settle on Snow's waist, fingers digging into the material, "Is my wife trying to seduce me?" He asked with a playful tone and an arched eyebrow.

Snow leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, "I think I'm succeeding." She smirked and ground down on his lap to prove her point. Charming groaned and his hands held her waist tighter.

"Always," He bit out before one hand came up to her cheek, bringing her lips down to his own. The kiss was heated and Charming wasted no time in delving his tongue into her mouth to taste her. Snow complied willingly, hands moving from his shoulders to run through his sandy hair, nails massaging his scalp.

She had to pull away soon to breath but Charming seemed as impatient as she was and his lips found her neck instead, sucking softly at her pulse point. Snow gasped and arched against him, "Charming." It was barely a whisper as she bucked her hips against his own. He was already hard beneath her and Snow had to bite her lip at the thought.

They didn't have time for slow right now, both knew they could be interrupted at any moment and Snow was thankful Charming seemed to come to the same realisation as one of his hands reached down to trail along her calf, resting against his thigh.

Snow bent her head again to capture his lips, her teeth grazing along his bottom one as her hands worked on the lacings of his doublet and buttons of his shirt. As soon as his chest was exposed her hands descended, fingers exploring the warm chest she was beginning to know better than her own skin. Her fingers pushed his clothes just off his shoulders but to remove it completely would mean she would have to separate herself from him and Snow was simply not prepared to do that.

Charming's hand moved from her calf to her thighs, pushing her gown up further as he went, just another piece of clothing they didn't have time to get her out of. Snow briefly thought that tonight they would do this properly, take the time to strip each other bare and play but right now they didn't have that luxury.

His hand moved higher, trailing the inside of her thigh now and Snow could feel herself coming wetter by the second. When his hand finally reached her core it was him turn to gasp, tearing his lips from hers to meet her gaze.

"You're not wearing underwear?" He asked, fingers teasing her to make his point.

Snow moaned, "I thought this would be easier."

Charming chuckled, slipping a finger inside of her, "Definitely easier." He agreed as his thumb circled her clit and his finger pumped in and out of her heat.

Snow gripped his shoulders fiercely as she cried out, "Charming!"

Her husband smirked, his teeth finding her earlobe and his pushed another finger inside of her, "I thought this is what you wanted?" He whispered into her ear and Snow was trying not to fall apart at how husky his voice sounded.

She turned her head to place a kiss to his jaw, "I want you." She replied, nipping at his stubbled skin.

Snow thrust her hips against his fingers, her hands reaching down for the lacings of his trousers. Charming continued pleasuring her with his fingers, the intensity building for Snow with each thrust. She needed him now.

She managed to get the lacings undone and Charming removed his fingers to lift her up so he could work them down enough. As soon as Snow was back in his lap her hand closed around his cock, warm and hard in her palm. He let out something between a groan and a growl as she worked him like he had her, teasing him to the point of oblivion.

Charming's teeth nipped at her shoulder as a way of telling her to hurry up. Snow smiled and raised herself up onto her knees as she lined him up with her entrance. She sat down again, his cock inside her and moaned at the contact. Charming's head was buried into her shoulder to muffle his groan as Snow began to move.

There wasn't much rhythm to it, Snow seemingly content to just feel him rather than reach her climax but Charming could see it building in her eyes. He brought her head down, forehead touching his own as his hips guided her, setting a pace to help Snow reach her peak.

She was gasping, eyes closing from the sensation as Charming thrusted in and out of her, his thumb moving down to circle her clit again.

"James!" His name tumbled from her lips at the extra stimulation and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss his beautiful wife. It was all teeth and tongue but he didn't care as Snow's fingers working under his clothes and down his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades so hurt he knew there would be marks there tomorrow.

He wasn't fairing much better, fingers digging into her hips like she was the only anchor he had as he increased his pace and Snow met his thrusts with ones of her own.

She was close, he could tell from the look on her face and the way her thighs were shaking. Charming caught her bottom lip in his teeth as his thumb pressed firmly against her and his hips pushed into her again. That was how she came, one hand in his hair while the other was scratching at his back as she cried out at the explosion of pleasure inside her. One of his hands went to her back, supporting her as she arched backwards slightly.

Charming wasn't far behind, hips stuttering as he came and her name falling into the air between them like a pray.

"I love you." She smiled, breathing heavily as her swollen lips met his again.

Charming ran one hand through her mattered hair, the other holding her steady at her waist, "I love you." He echoed as he kissed her again.

Mary woke up in bed gasping for breath with a flush over her body. What the hell was that about?

She body was practically humming from her dream about David… only he wasn't called David. Charming? She shook her head as she pushed the covers away from her heated skin. Mary ran a hand through her hair trying not to think about the wetness between her thighs or the ghost of hands on her skin.

She needed a cold shower.

Maybe two.

It was much later when Mary made it to the bar and while she was feeling a lot more like herself that didn't stop her thoughts from wondering back to her dream and more importantly the man in them.

Alfie smiled at her as she walked over to him already setting up the bar, wiping down the counter with a cloth in his hands, "Did you sleep last night?"

"Not much." She admitted sheepishly.

"I can tell, you'll scare away the customers looking like that." He mused as he continued scrubbing the surface.

Mary sighed as she placed her bag down, "Where's Jason?"

"Out back," Alfie replied, "Been out there since I came in this morning. Something seems to have rattled him today."

"I think that might have been me." She said softly, eyes on the bar.

Alfie's head snapped up, "What did he do this time?"

"He just came on a bit too strong," Mary replied, "David handled it."

That caught his interest, "David… Nolan?!" He asked, "The new deputy?"

Mary bit her lip and nodded, looking up at Alfie's face, "He showed up out of the blue and I'm thankful that he did because Jason backed off then we went to Granny's."

"So the guy swooped in to save you and got a date out of it." Alfie summarised with a smirk.

"It wasn't a date." Mary insisted with a scowl.

Alfie raised an eyebrow, "Did he pay?"

"Yes, but…"

"Then it was a date." Alfie concluded.

Mary frowned, "I don't date."

"Did he walk you home afterwards like a gentleman?" Alfie asked.

She bit her lip, "That's just the kind of guy he is."

"The kind of guy he is, is one who fancies you." Alfie laughed, "And it definitely sounds like a date to me."

Mary grabbed the towel from his hands and threw it at him.

Alfie's laughter only got louder.

…

Emma held in a yawn as she made her way across the street to Granny's for a coffee and a bear claw to start her day. It was still early but the streets were slowly starting to fill with the bustle of a Storybrooke morning. Dr Hopper nodded politely as she passed on his way to work and she returned the gesture.

She was about to turn the corner that led to Granny's when she heard a familiar Irish brogue, obviously Graham had decided to start his day in the same way. Emma smiled, intending to join her boss where he was sitting in one of the outside tables of the diner when his voice made her pause.

"I just didn't feel up to it, Regina." Graham's voice was low and harsh but Emma could made out every word. She slowly moved a few steps, her shoulder brushing against the edge of the bush next to her as she took in the sight of Storybrooke's Sheriff. He was on the phone, one hand rubbing over his face which was a mixture between annoyance and disgust.

Emma frowned and continued to listen, "It was just a long shift, is all." Graham replied into the phone, "Why does it matter to you so much?"

She shouldn't be listening, Emma knew, but she couldn't help herself. Whatever this conversation was between Regina and Graham didn't seem to be the average pleasantries and that only made Emma's curiosity deepen.

Graham sat up straight in his chair, "We aren't anything, Regina. You just expect me to drop everything when you need someone to screw."

Emma couldn't help the gasp that tumbled from her lips.

Graham's eyes snapped up to hers, the sound giving her away.

His face was pleading, phone still pressed to his ear. Emma gave him one last look of disgust or disappointment she wasn't sure before turning on her heel and walking away from Granny's.

"Emma!" Graham's voice called out and she could heard him jogging to catch up to her. Emma kept walking refusing to acknowledge the feeling of betrayal settling in her gut. Graham wasn't hers, she had no right to feel this way. It had to be disappointment, she decided because Graham was a good man and he deserved better than Regina Mills.

"Please, stop!" Graham called to her again, "Just let me explain!"

Emma twirled round to face him as Graham caught up to her, coming to a stop a feet few away. She couldn't see his phone anymore so she assumed he ended the call with Regina rather abruptly after seeing her, "You don't need to explain anything to me," She insisted as she folded her arms across her chest, "You're a grown man, Graham, you can do what you like."

She could see the shame in his eyes as he spoke, "You don't understand. Me and Regina, it's not what you think. It's not anything."

"I get it, you both have stressful jobs and you need to let off some steam or whatever…"

Graham cut in, "Emma, it isn't…" He gestured around, "We sleep together but not in the way you think. I don't feel anything. Not for Regina, and the only thing I feel when we are together is regret."

Emma scoffed, "Yet you still manage to find your way into her bed."

"I need you to understand…"

"Why?!" Emma snapped, her arms going out to her sides, "Why do you need me to understand, Graham? Why is it so important to you?"

"Because…" That seemed to make him pause, "Because I…"

Before Emma could blink Graham had across the gap between them and planted his lips firmly against her own. His lips were warm and soft against hers and Emma tried to step back but Graham's hand curved along the side of her neck and suddenly she was kissing him back.

He was good at this.

Graham's lips moved over hers as his fingers weaved into the hair at the back of her neck. Emma had grabbing fistfuls of the jacket at his sides as she allowed him to capture her top lip between his own.

When Graham finally released her Emma was breathless and dizzy and looking at him like he had grown another head.

Graham wasn't fairing much better, "That's why."

"Yeah, I got that." Emma replied, "I don't…"

"Me either," Graham replied, "But I know I've wanted to do that for a while now. I know I'm not sorry for doing it and I know I want to do it again."

Emma's eyes met his as Graham stepped towards her again. This time Emma's palm against his chest stopped his progress, "I'm not going to pretend I didn't just enjoy kissing you but this thing with you and Regina is clearly complicated and I don't want to get in the middle of that. Besides, I have Henry to think about and I don't want him getting the wrong idea."

Graham sighed but nodded and took a step back, Emma's hand falling to her side, "I can't give you a good explanation because I'm just as confused as you are but I kissed you and I felt something, Emma. Like this jolt in my chest and for a second everything felt right again. I could feel again. But you're right, this isn't fair on you." Graham said softly, "So until I can give you an explanation I won't drag you into this and when I do, Emma, it will be your decision what happens next."

Emma wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that but she found herself giving him a small smile.

The feeling of his lips on hers still present as she walked away hoping Mary had something stronger than coffee back at the apartment.

She would need it to try and get her head around this.

…

Graham had hung up on her.

Regina stared down at the phone in her hands in disbelief.

First, he hadn't returned any of her calls last night and now he was arguing back and hanging up on her. Something was very wrong here. He was meant to be weak and submissive, his heart being hers to control and yet there was a bite of the Huntsman in Graham's tone that hadn't been there last week.

Could this really be Emma Swan's doing? Either way if Graham did as she instructed soon she wouldn't have to worry about her anyway. Perhaps that's what was causing Graham's defiance, the good man wrestling with the dark deed she had tasked with him.

He wouldn't be able to refuse her though. He was merely a shadow of his former self and Graham didn't wield half the strength the Huntsman once had.

The phone in her hands rang again and Regina almost expected it to be Graham apologising for his outburst and offering to make it up to her like the good like pet he was. It wasn't his number that flashed on the screen though, it was Jason's.

Regina's brow creased into a frown as she accepted the call and pressed the phone to her ear, "What?" She snapped as she leaned back in her office chair.

Jason's deep voice sounded half worried and half amused, "We might have a small problem."

"If it's about your incompetence then I completely agree, you were meant to make sure Snow was rotting in a jail cell and now I find Aladdin managed to get to charges dropped by giving her an alibi?" Regina all but sneered, "You disappoint me."

"This problem might be bigger than my disappointment, trust me." Jafar replied, "Involving your step-daughter and her handsome Prince Charming?"

Regina felt her blood run cold, "Tell me." It was an order.

Jafar chuckled on the other end of the phone, "I saw them together yesterday. The Prince was very ready to save his Princess before whisking her off. It looked like they were heading on a date if you ask me, very charming couple they make to."

She gripped the phone tighter in her hands, lips pressed in a thin line. This was indeed a cause for concern, "Are they awake?"

"I don't think so." Jafar replied, "Snow definitely isn't. She didn't put up much of a fight to me and she seemed rather surprised at the arrival of her rescuer. The Prince however might be a different story, I don't know whether he is awake or closer to the surface than you first realised. Either way having him interacting with his wife won't help keep her under the curse."

"Perhaps it's time we give Charming a little top up of the curse?" Regina suggested, "Make sure to bury any thoughts about Snow deep down in his mind."

Jafar paused for a moment, "And how are you going to do something like that? Magic is unpredictable here."

"Magic might be," Regina's mouth curved into a smile, "But apples have never failed me."

It was later than night after she had tucked Henry into bed that Regina made her way to the garden, the apple tree she planted when she first arrived from a cutting of the tree that grew in her palace was still growing strong. The red blood apples flourishing under her care.

The sapling came from their world and so while magic was pretty untameable here these apples still held all of their original power and would be just the thing to erase any thoughts that weren't David Nolan's from the former Prince's head.

While Regina's own power was reduced to nothing more than parlour tricks in this land and the only magic that existed was in the items from their world than once held it Regina couldn't help but smile as she plucked an apple from the tree because that did not mean she was powerless.

And that was something everyone should be scared of.

Regina looked at the apple in her hand deciding on the best action to ensure David Nolan ate the fruit. It wasn't like she could invite him over for dinner, especially not if he was in fact awake but perhaps he didn't even have to know she was the one responsible.

Regina's smile became wicked as a plan formed in her mind.

Yes, she thought, this will do nicely.

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Next chapter includes: Henry sharing some very important information with Graham and Regina's plan for Charming comes into play.