Disclaimer: This is an adaptation of Lori Foster's novel, Annie Get Your Guy. No copyright infringement intended. In fact, I urge readers who like this story to look up her works. Highly recommended.

CHAPTER 1: In Which She Awakens

Mary Margaret Blanchard's virginal eyes widened in shock at the image in front of her. An illustration of a man and a woman connected in an impossible position. She flipped to the next page and was greeted by lovers in the midst of scorching passion and again, engaged in an elaborate tangle of limbs. She tilted her head and leaned closer towards the magazine.

"Ah, the Bicycle Pump," Regina Mills-Blanchard nodded in approval upon seeing Mary Margaret studiously flipping through her magazine. "Complicated but hits all the right spots. Needs a lot of coordination and flexibility."

Mary Margaret blushed furiously as she was swept away by her imagination. Her sweat drenched body perfectly aligned to his. His raspy grunts against her breathless moans. His hand holding her in place while his other expertly touching her where she wants him to. Her hands anchoring themselves on his broad, strong shoulders. Or maybe his sandy blonde hair. A very familiar heat coiled downward past her stomach.

Regina rolled her eyes in fond exasperation while Emma Blanchard sipped her Chablis and crowded Mary Margaret's side.

"Oooh, I want to try this!" the blonde exclaimed. Emma recently married Mary Margaret's older brother, Killian. The two were still in the honeymoon phase, having been married for a total of three months. They were sickeningly sweet, Regina's words not Mary Margaret's. "I think Killian can maneuver me this way."

Regina winced at a conjured image in her head. She most certainly do not want to imagine her brother-in-law in that fashion. While she's a celebrated sex therapist and professionalism dictates neutrality, the thought of Killian's sex life makes her gag. Not that she dislikes him, she tolerates him. It doesn't help that Emma and her husband are very open to their sexual exploits. Maybe that's why the two are compatible. She noticed Mary Margaret's curious look directed at Emma.

The pixie-haired girl is a picture of innocence. It's not really Mary Margaret's fault. She is the youngest in a family full of men. It didn't help that her mother died after her birth and that her father, while a great parental figure, had no idea how to handle girls. Her elder brothers, Robin and Killian, made it their mission to scare away boys and men alike. No one was there to talk to her about the birds and the bees, the pleasures of sex nor the basics of dating. That's why, Mary Margaret at the tender age of 25, is still a virgin.

When Regina first learned about Robin's treatment towards Mary Margaret, she was incensed. It was all for good intentions, she understood that. Robin and Killian wanted to have their dear princess remain unspoiled. However, it had caused irreparable damage to their youngest sibling. She is, by all definition, naïve. So much so that Regina and Emma took it upon themselves to teach Mary Margaret about seduction and sex.

"I prefer the number 7 myself," Regina muttered as she was feeling benevolent.

"Reverse cowgirl? Too tame 'Gina, way too tame for you and Robin," Emma teased her.

Regina shrugged. "Gets the job done magnificently." She may not be as adventurous as Emma but that doesn't mean that she's sexually repressed as Mary Margaret. Robin, Mags' eldest brother and her loving husband for a year, leaves her wanting for nothing more.

"I didn't think that there would be a lot of…variation," Mary Margaret muttered as she eyed the impressive stack of books on her counter. "I thought sex is just sex. You know, clear-cut and basic."

"Oh Mags!" Emma furrowed her eyebrows. She shared a knowing look with Regina. Later tonight, she's going to have another long talk to Killian. How the poor woman can be related to her husband, she'll never know. Killian is the most sexual person she's ever met. He has an insatiable libido and wanderlust. His libido had taken him all over the world and straight to her. So when she met Mary Margaret, she was in shock. Her sister-in-law is nothing but sweetness and purity. Even more comical, Killian's entire persona changes in front of his sister. What usually is fiery and carnal becomes bland as rice.

"Sex can be just sex. It can also be explosions of passion. Depends on the partners, really," Regina supplied.

"And variety spices up the bedroom. Just leaf through this and see if any strikes inspiration."

Inspiration is not a problem for Mary Margaret. She has plenty of inspiration to work with. It's the confidence and male experience she lacks. "I don't think David would like me sexually inspired."

Emma snorted. "Without a doubt. And that's why 'Gina and I are here for you, Mags. We're going to help you seduce him."

"I tried that remember? There was a summer of me speaking all huskily and he thought I had asthma. I had to carry an inhaler for a year! Rob and Killian made sure I always had it with me wherever I go. It was so embarrassing!"

Regina wore an amused smile. "Your style lacked finesse."

"Or you were too subtle," Emma mused.

"Should I have taken my clothes off first? I read in Cosmo that you have to insert a finger in his-"

Emma choked into her wine at the other girl's statement.

"No dear! We don't read garbage like that," Regina interjected as she provided Emma with a napkin. "You need to tease him. Make him imagine things that he could be missing."

Mary Margaret looked reluctant at the prospect. "What if it doesn't work? What if I give it my best shot and he doesn't reciprocate? Or worse, it won't even register to him that I'm trying to seduce him? The last time I tried, he gave me a pat on the head like a pet."

She really hated herself for her insecurities as a woman. She knew that she's an accomplished woman. A damn good teacher. She's strong, independent and very capable. But she's no gorgeous Regina that oozes with sensuality or a headstrong Emma that can leave a man breathless with a glance.

She's just plain Mary Margaret. No more… and maybe less.

David Nolan certainly does not regard her as a member of the female species. She always suspected that she's asexual in his eyes. Depressingly akin to a plant. He was used to a tomboyish Mary Margaret of her childhood. He didn't even notice her efforts into making herself more appealing to him. He ruffled her hair in response to cutting her long ebony locks. His ignorance broke her heart too many times already. How can he not see that she burns for him? That she only has eyes for him? She had carried a torch for him for far too long. Alas, she's finally on her breaking point. So she contracted her trusted friends (and sisters-in-law) to aid her in the seduction of David Nolan.

Regina squeezed her shoulder in sympathy. "He's been with your family for a while. He's just used to treating you with the same attitude as your brothers. All he needs is a prod in the right direction."

"And he won't know what hit him too!" Emma assured her petite companion.

Mary Margaret nodded. David had been living with her family since his early high school days. He and Robin were freshmen when David's mother succumbed to breast cancer. And, it was only a year after the untimely death of David's twin brother, James, from a vehicular accident. His own father had been lost in sea shortly after his birth. He was all alone. It took the Blanchard family's collective effort to raise him from a slump. Her generous father, Leopold Blanchard, took it upon himself to support the young orphan. Ever since then, he had been a member of their family.

Regina poured herself another glassful of the Chablis. "David has adopted your family as his a long time ago. And now that I'm in your family, I see how they tend to perch you on top of an ivory pedestal-"

"Untainted!" Emma quipped with exaggerated flourish. "And they don't want you stepping off the damn pedestal in search of corrupted ideas like sex with the opposite sex."

"Please, I don't think David even allows anyone to think anything remotely sexual about you. You're too precious. Too pure."

"But I don't want to be pure!" Mary Margaret all but screamed. Besides, she doesn't want anyone to think she's sexual. Just David freaking Nolan.

Emma nodded supportively. "Pure is boring. But you always turned away other interested men before. It solidified the status quo. Really didn't help your case, Mags."

Mary Margaret sputtered in indignation. Of course, she'd turned them away. "David is the only one I want. I've been in love with him since I was eighteen."

"Details, please!" Emma demanded while Regina silently goaded her to divulge details with her piercing gaze.

She debated for a second. Not that she doesn't trust them. But this particular tale has always been precious to her and she never had anyone to share it with. All her other female friends were lusting after David too. And her brothers… well, David would be spending months in the ICU if they ever knew. She sighed.

"It was Mother's Day. And he found me crying in the backyard. I remember being upset because all my friends had someone to greet and I haven't even met my own mother. I've always been sensitive about it but for some reason, it all came full force on that particular day. I was inconsolable. Dad was away on a conference, Robin's a few states away for university and Killian was out partying with his friends. I've never felt so…alone."

Regina squeezed her hand again while Emma tenderly said, "I understand."

She gave them a smile. She's not alone now, especially with her sisters. She appreciates having someone to confide in with subjects like this. At least, she doesn't feel alone wading through a sea of testosterone that is her family.

"He didn't know what to do. He awkwardly patted my shoulder three times and sat right next to me. It always bothered him to see me cry because I don't do it often. Growing up with boys toughens a girl up."

Regina mused, "I always suspected that they see you as a young brother if not a baby."

"It's not all bad. They always included me in all their activities. I got to learn archery with Robin and sailing with Killian. I had so much fun with them. Well, except for that one time that I spied them while they played seven minutes with Milah and Marian. I got caught and they gave me a three hour lecture on privacy and decorum."

"The hypocrites!" Emma retorted.

Mary Margaret laughed heartily. "They always get uneasy whenever I act all feminine. The first time I wore a skirt, Robin refused to let me leave our house unless I changed into jeans. It didn't matter that the skirt is well past my knees. One time, I asked Killian to buy me some tampons from the store, he actually asked me why I needed it!"

"But did Killian get it for you?" Emma asked, engrossed by the tale of her husband.

"Oh yeah, he'd do anything for me. But for an entire week, he avoided me like the plague. When he noticed that I hit puberty, he accused me of sprouting breasts to unsettle him like it was a prank! He got me three of those padded vests to hide it. When I refused to wear it, he got into a habit of walking in front of me so no one else would notice. Soon, David and Robin were doing it too!"

Regina and Emma burst out laughing. "My Killian has always been an ass."

"Was he ever! But it was a moot point. As if anyone would notice," she mumbled the last part much quieter. She's aware that her bust is very modest and that's putting it generously.

Regina cleared her throat. "So crying in the garden?"

A blush spread across her milky white skin. "Yeah. He drew into a tight embraced and then gently asked me not to cry anymore. He kissed my cheek like he always does. Then I turned towards him, he drew a big shaky breath and the next thing I knew he was holding my face and kissing me like his life depended on it." She smiled wistfully.

"Wow," Emma whispered.

Even Regina was struck in astonishment. "You mean-"

"Yup! Tongues and all."

The kiss rocked her being. She was unprepared for the onslaught of lips on hers. His kiss was hungry, like a man parched for water drinking her in. It awakened passion in her. It was the very first time she felt lust and wanton wanting. Since then, she was David's. She could never look at any man the same way.

And even though David's failure to see her as a mature woman in love with him, she always had that memory of that night. At least that one night, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

"Wait, so what did you do after the kiss?" Emma questioned her.

She grimaced at the memory. "I kinda froze."

"You didn't!" Regina exclaimed in disbelief. Emma palmed her head and shook it in incredulity.

"I know! I didn't know how to react. I mean, I really liked it but it was the first time I had someone's tongue in my mouth! Before I can do anything, he started apologizing then high-tailed out of there! After that he avoided me for days then resumed back to normal as if nothing happened. I tried to talk to him about it but he always ran away from me."

She looked downright miserable. Emma appeared to be ready to shake her while Regina rolled her eyes.

"So that's it? No more kissing?"

"Well… there was that other time during New Year's Eve…"

The other two perked up. It was hilarious, seeing Regina blatantly curious about Mary Margaret's secret rendezvous with David.

"I took him by surprise, really. He was helping me carry some folding chairs from the basement when the clock struck and we heard all the shouts upstairs. I didn't think about it at all. I just jumped him and gave him a kiss. He let me kiss him for ten seconds before he pried himself away from me. He accused me of being drunk while knowing that I never had a lick of alcohol in me. He pushed me back upstairs and refused to be within a yard near me. He glued himself to Kathryn," she spat the name in contempt, "and glared at me like I molested him."

It really frustrated her on how their relationship progressed. She's twenty five now and while she's inexperienced, she's very much available. Yet, he still treated her as if she's off limits. There's nothing worse than being sister-zoned.

"Aww, that's it?" Emma frowned.

"There was also this one time when he gave me this necklace," she answered as she felt for the golden bird in flight that hung delicately on her neck. "I threw myself at him and kissed him. He responded back."

Emma's eyes widened comically. "Progress!" Regina appeared engrossed by a thought.

"Yeah, he kissed me back for five seconds then fled away like I molested his sexy body…again."

"Men are complicated beings, my dear," Emma stated after taking a large swig of her wine.

"He's not like that with Kathryn," Mary Margaret spat the name with venom.

"He's a thirty year old man, prime of his life, successful and attractive. Surely, you don't think he's living like a monk?" Regina asked her as she attempted to organize the stacks of magazines.

"Yes well, I hear people talk. And the general consensus is that he's a great lover. Meanwhile, I'm dying of sexual frustration here! Pretty soon there will be cobwebs down there. Cobwebs!"

"I have an inkling that he'll come around pretty soon," Regina kindly declared. Mary Margaret is wary to believe that. She's unsure if Regina's just being nice. She averted her gaze back to the Kama Sutra she was perusing earlier.

"This doesn't look comfortable at all," she mumbled.

"You'd think! It's very…um, indulging." Emma, at least, had the decency to blush.

"Face down?"

"Exactly!"

"I don't think David would like this."

Regina scoffed. "He will, trust me. Anyone will. Just… put a pillow on the ground for… erm, safety."

"Yeah, rug burn is a bitch," Emma conceded.

Mary Margaret flushed at the image of David bending her body in such a stance, filling her with all of him and her just loving every moment of it. She flipped to another page yet again. This book alone could fuel many nights of fantasy.

"He probably will like this, with a different partner."

"Mags, don't put yourself down!" Emma chastised her. "He's interested, I can feel it!"

"The blonde is right, for once. Obviously, if he's not interested, those kisses would have never happened in the first place."

"Really?" Mary Margaret's eyes shined so brightly that Regina almost mistook hers for a newborn puppy. Full of hope and innocence.

"But will you be happy with just sex with him?"

Mary Margaret had weighed it before. She preferred his love over a night of passion. But she can take what she can get. There's a very slim possibility of him ever falling for her as hard as she had with him. At least for one night, she was his and his alone. The only obstacle now is getting him to notice her.

David Nolan is a very attractive man. He carries himself well with dignity and confidence. He has a towering build, sandy blonde hair, ample muscles in all the right places and eyes so blue, one could drown in it. He has a boyish smile that can charm disarm and a seductive smirk that can melt. And his voice, oh his deliciously low voice…just a whisper alone could make her come. A real life Prince Charming. So how in the world would he be interested in her?

She wasn't ugly, that she knows. She deems her body…adequate. Very ordinary bust line, average height, plain looks. Nothing that would drive David into a lust-filled frenzy. Very much unlike all the women that he previously dated. Those leggy bombshells that had more boobs than God should allow.

If he's meant to fall in love with her, he probably should've by now. Therefore, she'd concentrate on the next best thing.

"Honestly, I can't imagine life without him. It physically hurts to think about it. But… but I think I'll be very lucky to have a piece of something even though it might not last. I would rather have it happen than not at all," she murmured quietly.

Regina bit her lip as she felt a pang of gloom for her. Emma looked downright wretched at Mary Margaret's concession.

She continued, "I also don't want to look like a fool."

"You wont, Mags. 'Gina and I will make sure of that," Emma declared with determination.

She beamed at the support offered to her. "I'm just… I don't know anything about seduction."

"It's all about ambiance, place and timing, and most of all, clothing," Regina itemized. "Right now, we need to figure out the time and place. Everything else will fall into place."

Emma was about to pipe out a suggestion when the door opened to reveal a harried Robin and somber Killian. Robin sought out his sister without as much as a glance to everyone else.

"Listen, David's on the way here. He'll be here any minute now. But we had to talk to you before he did so we raced to beat him."

"What's going on?" Mary Margaret asked. Robin is usually calm and collected. Well, in areas where Regina is not involved in. To see him agitated like this, and especially about David, it's making her worry.

And in the usual Killian fashion, he dropped a heavy bomb.

"David's getting married!"

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So this is very AU, especially with Regina and Emma's behaviors. I tried to deviate as far as I can but this is the best I can do. I am also looking for mods, if there's anyone interested... please please let me know. Also, let me know if you like it or it just plain sucks.