The first thing Rory O'Corr recognised as not being a dream, every morning, was the smell of his fiance in bed next to him. On the nights he was lucky enough to be laying next to her, of course.

It was a hard mix of fragrances to describe, but it was subtle and lingering and absolutely unforgettable. He could smell it before his eyes were open, as if it were slowly trying to lull him out of the dreamworld, and into a blissfully-smelling reality.

His eyes opened, and he looked around at whatever was in view without lifting or turning his head, he could see the backside of Charna, her hair running amok on the pillowcase and his outstretched arm, that he'd cradled underneath her the night previous. Beyond that, sunlight doing its best to peek in through the closed drapes. Little smatterings of sunbeams were dodging through, and he imagined scattering on the floor, though he couldn't see over Charna, past the bed, and to the floor.

He made the sort of noise a man will only make in the company of a woman he loves makes. The little snuffle-purr that's much too cutesy to ever get caught making in public. But he had no qualms with making it now, and did so as he scootched closer to Charna. She was warm, and smooth, and he ran his fingertips over the curve of her hip, gently dragging one fingernail along her skin, seeing if she was awake.

A grin, and a closed-mouth, deep-in-the-throat chuckle. He nuzzled up against where her hair started on her neck, kissing and nibbling at the spot. His fingers tying up in hers, pushing and prodding against them playfully.

He nipped at her a bit more forcefully, his free hand giving her bare butt a little pinch, and then a softer squeeze.

"Y'ahwaehke daehrlihn'?" He knew the answer, but liked asking anyways, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and up along one shoulder, across the side of her arm and trailing down it towards her elbow.

"M'gaehrgeouhs woihfe t'bae gah'ehn 'ersaehlf uhp an' raeahdaehy t'tahlk yeh'?"

A snicker, as he gave her rear another squeeze, slowly and appraisingly. A stiff-tipped tongue dragging along one shoulderblade, and then blowing cold air on the spot he'd just made wet.

The Gypsy Rogue snickered, and settled his hands, leaving them wherever they fell on her warm, soft skin. He snuffled up against her neck again and gave a half-hearted whine.

He let the conversation lull, and let his fiance doze for ten or fifteen more minutes. Rory even fell asleep himself for most of that time, finally stretching and yawning and groaning himself a bit more awake. His joints protested a bit, but the thick muscle slowly stretched itself limber in response to his movements.

Another kiss at Charna's neck and back.

"Ahbouh' ouhr wehddihn' an' 'ohnaehymoouhn, daehrlihn'. I's jehs' saehr'ah baeehn sih'ihn' ahff t'whone soihde f'ah bih' nouw."

The Ex-Gunslinger tickled Charna's ribcage a little, sure to keep his tone and voice light and playful. He was in a good mood and he knew she was too, and didn't want to ruin it by coming off as pushy about the wedding. He honestly didn't care what time-frame the wedding was in, but was getting a little sick of his entire family and all of his friends asking when the wedding was going to be.

And he was in fact eager to tie the knot. It might've just been a ceremony, a stupid physical thing connected to rings and the church and all of that, but it did have its significance. He didn't need any acts from her to secure the love he knew she felt for him. But for Rory, it was an action to show every other person just how much he loved this wonderful woman. That yes, this would be his wife until the day he died.

A purr of an "hm?" and he tangled his fingers from one hand up in her own, playing with them.

Rory lay there, content to just listen to that shade of husky her voice always took in the first rays of sunlight. His eyes closed, and they cinched together a bit, almost in a wince, at the mention of "after everything."

He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't notice the long pause. It didn't bother him anymore, though. They'd been through a hell of a long, arduous trip to get where they were, and something told Rory it wasn't even close to being done yet.

Not that he thought Charna was chock full of problems... This he knew for a fact, but that wasn't why he knew more was to come. That was just how life was. That was how it'd been for his Ma and Da, that's how it was for Morgan and Mish, and it's how it was going now for Jack and Molly, who were getting closer and closer, and looking more and more like a married couple.

A figurative shake of the cobwebs off his brain, and he shook his head for real, at her statement.

"C'aehrnah, nae. I's nae ahbouh' troiyin' t'ruhsh y'ihnnah i'. Aye, Oi wahn'ah maehrraehy y'sou bahd i' 'aehr's sohmetoihmes, buh' Oi knouhw wae douhnnah 'ave t'ruhsh i'. 'M nae gouin' aenaehyw'aehre."

A nip at her bottom lip, and a grin. His hands were being a little frisky, but in a very playful, nonserious way. They flitted back and forth from naughty bit to naughty bit, giving whichever parts of her bum she wasn't currently laying on a tiny pinch.

He smirked, sitting up in bed. A tickle of one of the Vix's thighs.

"'Ll jehs' 'ave t'tihckaehle y'uhn'ihl y'sih'uhp, t'ehn, wihllnah Oi?"