"Dr. Whale, I wasn't expect you quite yet-" Mary Margaret said, almost shocked.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. Did you get my flowers?"
"I did and they were wonderful, really."
"Yes. I wanted to purchase the most beautiful flowers I could find, as they reminded me of you Mary-" Dr. Whale said as he slowly moved closer to Mary Margaret.
"I am more than pleased with them. I placed them in a vase, in my room. Emma thought they were hers-" Mary Margaret babbled on.
Just then, Dr. Whale slowly moved his hands to Mary Margaret's waist, her hands moving towards his neck.
"This cannot happen again, not now. Emma could return from the station any moment-"
"Its already happening-" Whale declared as he began to kiss her fiercely, pressing her into the nearest wall.
His hands explored her body, their eyes connecting with each intense second. Mary Margaret ran her hands through Whale's golden blonde hair, as Whale kissed her neck gently. His touch was soft, but his movements intense. She wanted nothing more than to forget David, remove his existence from her memory. She continued to pursue Whale's actions, returning each tender kiss all while escaping the grief inside her heart.
Whale looked up at Mary Margaret, releasing their kiss after several intense moments of lust. "I have never seen such eyes or a woman as beautiful and as graceful as you. Would you still consider joining me for dinner?"
"I am not actually in the mood for Granny's tonight. I would rather sit about here and talk with you. I make some delicious hot cocoa as I am sure you have many compelling stories to share from the hospital."
"I do have a few. The most recent being the patient, David… David-"
"Nolan," she said, just as she was beginning to forget.
"Yes, David Nolan. I find it all quite strange that he began making such radical progress over a few days, when he had been under constant supervision for months."
"Yes. It is all quite strange. Do you think we could talk about-"
"I mean, I just find that the unexpected can be quite amusing. When you don't expect anything, you'll always find a way to discover something new. I never truly expected you would be in my arms, Mary Margaret," Whale stated as he wrapped his arms around Mary Margaret's waist, his head peering over her shoulder at the cocoa she was mixing.
"Yes. I suppose so," She made a final stir and began to add the whipped cream and cinnamon, "Here you go. It's hot, watch out."
"Thank you. So tell me, how is teaching going?"
"It's all fine. I do enjoy it. I find that making a difference in people's lives is quite beneficial on both sides-" Whale stared at her lips, watching as each new word, brought a new curve to her lips.
"I see. I could never have such patience with children. I was never one for children really."
"I always thought that having children would be in my future, but that is nothing to discuss now."
"I would rather we didn't discuss anything-" Whale expressed as he began to kiss her again, this time being more concentrated.
Meanwhile, Emma walked in with Graham, holding a file in her hands.
"Oh my. Did I just walk into something?" Emma said, as Whale and Mary Margaret released the kiss.
"No. We were just about to have some hot cocoa, would you like some? What about you Graham?"
"No ma'am. I just had some coffee down at the station."
"I thought you two were going out, change of plans?" Emma inquired.
"We thought we would stay here for the evening."
"Oh Graham and I could work at Granny's, if you need us to…"
"No, no. It's fine. We were just-" Mary Margaret stuttered.
"I was just leaving. I have an early morning tomorrow and I just thought I would stop in and make sure Mary Margaret received my flowers and see if you were free for dinner Saturday night?"
"I will let you know, I mean I am sure I am, but I will let you know."
"Goodnight Emma. Graham." He was halfway out the door when he smiled at Mary Margaret, "Mary Margaret," then he shut the door.
She waved as he exited, her cheeks red with unease.
"Well Graham and I were just looking over a case. Someone allegedly broke into the abandoned library, but we're quite unsure," Emma spoke as she looked over the photos taken prior to her awkward entrance.
"Emma, I will see you tomorrow. I just figured I would walk you home, make sure you didn't lose your way."
"Graham, I am not so new in this town that I lose my way, but thank you. I will let you know if I find anything unusual."
"Sure. Goodnight to you both," Graham exited.
"So Dr. Whale? That's two dates in a row, miss, I think you should consider this something more than a "one night stand."
"I mean, I am still unsure of my feelings for him."
"Don't let David's emotional insecurity interfere with what you have with Dr. Whale. He seems nice, he brought you flowers."
"I know Emma, but it's only been a few days. I don't know, things are still bound to change."
"Sure. Just live a little, you'll find better luck with an unmarried man, I am sure of it."
"I know."
"I am heading to bed. Don't think too much on the subject, okay?"
"Sure. Goodnight Emma."
"Goodnight Mary Margaret."
As Emma strolled up the stairs of Mary Margaret's small apartment, she couldn't help, but wonder of what was to come. Her feelings for Graham were increasing with each passing day, but she had swore herself to secrecy. Her emotions would not cloud her work with unneeded stress. She snuggled into her bed, awaiting the following day.
Mary Margaret stood in the kitchen, sipping her cocoa, her mind flustered. She wanted to believe that she could get over David, his sweet, sensitive smile would no longer haunt her dreams. She found herself wanting to be held in his arms, the touch of his hand pressing on her cheek. She wanted to believe that David would once again leave Kathryn, but in her heart she knew she was making the wrong decision loving a married man. Dr. Whale was no prince, but he was something. He made her heart stop aching, her tears seized to fall in his presence. She decided, she would continue to pursue Dr. Whale, even if it wasn't what her heart truly desired. She would not let David ruin her chance at the happy ending, she aspired for.