Seeing her smile, seeing the way she seemed truly happy and at ease with the world, that made everything worth it. Rumple would bring her the stars and the moon to get that look from her. Fortunately, it seemed he didn't need to go to that much of an extreme, he simply needed to find romantic places in France and antique books.
He returned the kiss just as gently, the sweetness of her taking his breath away as she always did. And he smiled as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. How the Dark One managed to find a love like this, he would never know, but be eternally grateful for.
"That sounds like the perfect evening to me, I have bought some bottles of wine from the vineyard nearby, it is supposed to taste exquisite."
Of course he knew what she was doing, and he loved her just a little bit more for it. The truth was his leg was starting to ache, just a touch, and although he could strengthen it with magic, to be able to relax would be so much better.
"It is also what we deserve," he added. "As much as I do enjoy the family atmosphere of Lawrence, some time to ourselves is important as well. And things like this, traveling the world, enjoying the sights. It's something we've never had the chance to do before." Something he did partially blame himself for. If he hadn't sent her away, if he had accepted her love even at the possible cost of his magic. And of course in Storybrooke, things just kept on happening, all the time, one drama after another. And while Lawrence was hardly free of such things, at least some of it was dramatics he could avoid.