Hey, long time, no write. So, I hope you guys like this. This is only part one of a three part story. This was inspired by the song Boys Like You by Who Is Fancy?, Meghan Trainor, and Ariana Grande. Hope you guys enjoy!Oh, and before I forget, I want to thank LiveinLoveandLaughter for helping me with this, both with inspiration, and with editing! You are literally, the best.
Disclaimer: Do I own anything? Nope, nothing, nada.
First part is Snowing, first part of the song with Who Is Fancy?
Male
Female 1
Female 2
Male and Female Parts
I'm in the deep end, cannonball jump
Thinkin' of your love
And my heart beats like a drum
Mary Margaret took a deep breath. Tonight was the night. After two months of trying to get Emma and Henry out of the house, while also having to find a babysitter for baby Neal, and dealing with the usual insanity that circled around Storybrooke, she was going to have David all to herself. Her heart hammered in her chest from excitement as she placed the finishing touches around the loft, lighting a few candles and putting on some soft music.
Not feeling guilty
'Cause the water's just right
Ohhh, it might be wrong, might be the time of your life
She supposed that she should feel guilty about this, about all but forcing her daughter to take her brother and son out of the house. But to be honest, she couldn't find it in herself to care, which was very unlike the good and gentle princess she was raised as.
She knew that Emma knew perfectly well what her mother was planning, but that just meant that the blond would have her return the favor at a later date.
Pushing the thought out of her mind (she didn't want to picture her daughter and the pirate getting down and dirty when she was preparing to seduce her husband), she slipped into the bathroom, and completed her preparations for the night by throwing on a new negligee and touching up her makeup, just as David stepped in the door.
So jump on in with me
Let me set you free
I'll make you feel like you're dreaming
"Mary Margaret I'm ho-" the shepherd turned prince stopped mid sentence as he entered the loft apartment, taking in the dimly lit room and candles on nearly every available surface.
"What is all this?" He asked, surveying the room for his wife. When she stepped out of the bathroom in the floor length white negligee, his jaw practically hit the floor. He could have sworn that this was something out of one of his dreams.
Try try try
To follow the rules
I break everyone of them with boys like you
My oh my, doing what I always do
Mary Margaret advanced toward her husband. "This, David," the petite, dark haired woman started, "is me getting us some alone time, and putting it to good use. Emma has Henry and Neal staying with her and Hook for the night."
She stopped directly in front of him, pressing her body up against him before wrapping her arms around his neck. "So instead of following the rules," she mumbled as she pressed kisses against his jawline while his arms wrapped around her waist, "and trying to catch up on some more practical things around the house," she pulled back to look him in the eye, "we're going to break a few, and get reacquainted a little more intimately."
Yeah I'm crossing every line to get to boys like you
Boys like you, you
Tripping, freaking falling over boys like you
David gave a small growl at his wife's words, sweeping her up in his arms, before tripping across the apartment to their bed as fast as possible. Mary Margaret giggled as he tossed her on the bed, ready to get to that quality time with her husband that she'd been waiting for.