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A week passed with everyone going about their days as normal and living their lives as they had become accustomed to over their time in the Enchanted Forest. They were edging on the six-month mark since their return, and Regina still wouldn't give up on finding a way back. Snow had been quietly telling her closest friends about her suspected pregnancy, and Regina felt nauseated every time the other woman spoke of it. Their inner circle knew, and she knew she needed to make it a point to not be around Granny or Red alone, because both women had nodded with confirmation when Snow mentioned that she believed it. They'd both said they could hear a rapid heartbeat. It was hers. Her baby's, rather. She would be three or so months along, depending on if she calculated from the start of her last period or the actual date of conception. Snow was only around a month, and even with their heightened wolf senses, Regina didn't believe they'd pick that up so soon.

So she avoided them as much as possible, except when she was around Snow, though that would have to change soon enough. It wouldn't be much longer before Snow's baby's heartbeat would become more noticeable and Regina would have to do some explaining. There was no one else it could be. And who would they suspect was the father when it did come out? Nobody would believe it was David's, so that was safe, but who would they assume she'd slept with. Because they would all make guesses, or discuss it when she wasn't around. Not that it really mattered to her. She didn't need to confirm nor deny their suspicions and guesses.

Regina was sitting in the library, a book on her lap and her head back resting on the edge of the chair. She was exhausted. She'd been trying to eat properly since she realized she was pregnant, and to get more sleep, but the latter seemed a senseless battle. The door to the library opened and Regina raised her head to see who was entering. She sighed softly.

"Hello, Snow."

The other brunette smiled and took a seat next to her. "Hey! I just thought I'd come check on you."

"Is your puppy not around to do it for you?" Regina shot back. When Snow's smile fell, she felt a tinge of guilt. "I'm sorry. You just usually don't come yourself since Christmas."

"I know," Snow answered, trying another smile, this one more faint. "I just thought it was time. We need to work together if we're going to get back home."

Regina looked at her in surprise. The other woman had never expressed a desire to get back to Storybrooke. "You want to help?" she asked doubtfully.

"I do. Pregnancy is hard here, even with your magic on our side. And I miss Emma and Henry. I want to go back to that world."

"Very well. I've looked through many of these books to no avail. Perhaps new eyes will see something I'm not seeing." She didn't particularly want to be around Snow, but she couldn't tell the other woman why, and she was too tired to think of an excuse not to let her help.

Snow nodded, getting up and going to pick a book. She skimmed through the titles, though none seemed to stick out. Finally picking a random one, she returned to sit beside Regina, who was lazily flipping through the pages of the book still in her lap.

"So…" Snow started hesitantly.

"So?" Regina answered, arching an eyebrow.

The other woman blushed slightly. "Robin seems to like you. I know we had a little chat about him when we first met him, but I'm kind of surprised you've shown no interest."

Rolling her eyes, Regina closed her book and looked at Snow. "Because there is no interest. I have no desire to find someone to be with, no desire to be with that thief, and none whatsoever to have this conversation."

Snow let out a soft sigh and shook her head. "Henry would want you to be happy."

"Do not talk to me about what Henry would want! You were his teacher for five seconds! And his grandmother for even less! Don't act like you know him better than I do, Snow," Regina snapped, slamming her book onto the table beside her. She stood, storming out of the library and heading to her room.

She stayed in her room for almost an entire day, refusing to leave even for meals or fresh air, except once in the middle of the night, when she knew everyone would be asleep. Regina had snuck into the kitchen for bread, then returned to her room just as quickly as she'd left it. Late in the second evening she was trying to distract herself with a book for leisure reading, but it wasn't really helping. There was a quiet knock at her door, so soft that she almost didn't get up to answer it, uncertain if there was really anyone there. But she did, and it was David, holding a platter of food. Food that looked so delicious to her hungry stomach that she didn't want to refuse his entry.

Stepping aside, Regina allowed him in the room. She barely turned, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

"Hey, uh… how are you doing?" David asked, setting down the tray of food and not really looking at her.

"I'd be doing better if your wife would mind her own business," she snapped.

David sighed, but he nodded his understanding. Snow had always had a proclivity for inserting herself where she thought she was necessary, regardless of how anyone else felt about the matter. "Yeah. Sorry about that." He shook his head, finally looking at her. "I'll talk to her. She knows she shouldn't throw Henry in your face."

Regina felt another pang of pain at her son's name. She wanted it to go away; she was tired of being sad all the time. She turned to the door, and for half a second she considered opening it, contemplated asking him to leave. But that thought withered away and she lifted the locking plank instead and sealed them off from the rest of the castle's inhabitants. Turning to face him once more, insistent of feeling something besides mental anguish and heartache, Regina sauntered toward him.

David knew what she was doing—knew it to the very soul of his being. He should walk around her, should leave and not look back, at least not until that look was gone from her eyes and the way her hips were swaying was no longer burning into his own retinas.

She took his face into her hands, pulling him down and kissing him hard, pressing her body against his. It took him a moment, but his arms wrapped around her back and held her there against him. Opening his mouth to her, David met her tongue with his own, kissing her hungrily.

And God he shouldn't be doing this. He really shouldn't. His wife was pregnant. David broke the kiss, pulling back and looking at Regina. She looked equal parts pissed and hurt. He couldn't handle that; she'd been too hurt by too many people, for far too long. He could give her this.

David kissed her this time, pulling her close once more and tangling one hand into her dark hair. She was… god, incredible at kissing, and he let his body move with hers to the bed, kept kissing her hungrily, but he was trying to shut off his mind.

He lifted her, laying her down and tugging her leather pants and underwear down, practically clawing them off. David kissed up one leg, then began undoing her velvet jacket and corset. He had to stop for a moment as Regina was pulled his shirt up and off him. The corset and her jacket were next to go, and David pressed his bare chest to hers as their mouths met once more. After only a moment of him on top of her, Regina flipped them and straddled where he was hard with lust for her, his pants straining against him. Grinding her hips down against him, she pressed her palms against the bed on either side of his head and leaned down to kiss him again.

It was greedy and hungry and full of want. All tongue and teeth, her mouth leading the kiss. David gripped her hips, fingertips digging into her ass as his thumbs pressed into the crease where her legs bent. It wasn't long before she was moving down his body to pull off the rest of his clothes; her body was too full of want, her core aching to be filled just as her soul wanted that temporary shift in focus.

Then he was naked, and Regina was straddling his hips once more, her hand taking him and angling him up as she slid down onto his dick. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as he filled her. And God, did he ever fill her. He was good without even trying. But he tried regardless.

She moved her hips on him, rolling slowly at first, letting her body grow accustomed to him. It only took a minute and she was more than ready, reaching up and gripping the headboard. Regina raised her hips, dropping them on him over, and over.

David moved one hand from her hip to her breast, cupping and kneading it lightly in his palm. She was so hot, so incredibly gorgeous, naked on top of him. Leaning up, he pressed his lips to her other breast, kissing the smooth skin as he worked his way to her nipple. He brushed his lips over the pert flesh, then opened his mouth and took her nipple between his teeth, tugging it gently between them. Regina let out a ragged moan as she continued moving on him, her chin dropping and her gaze falling to watch him.

David moved the hand still on her hip around to her ass, gripping the rounded flesh and squeezing it, pulling her on him. He sucked her nipple then, flicking his tongue over it as he did so and dragging his teeth against the skin around it. Switching breasts, so he could pay proper attention to the other nipple, David moved his hand down to where they were joined, his thumb finding her clit with ease.

Regina shifted off him, earning a surprised groan from David at the loss of her body on his. He watched her curiously, brows furrowed. "What's wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head, moving closer to the headboard, still gripping it and on her knees. "Nothing, fuck me like this."

David nodded slowly, but moved behind her. He gripped one hip, taking his dick in the other hand and shifting to lead himself into her. Once inside of her, he wrapped one arm around her waist, his other pressing along the outside of hers, hand gripping the headboard beside hers.

He thrust and thrust, his head dropping and his lips pressing hot kisses along the length of her shoulder. How she could elicit this response from him amazed him, and she was just as sexy from behind as she was facing him. The line of her spine, every smooth muscle of her back and the way she looked bouncing back against him with every thrust forward he gave.

"Harder," she growled, needing more, needing that release. David obeyed, pressing his chest to her back and lowering the hand around her middle to find her clit. He moved his hips in harder, shallower motions, his fingers circling her clit quickly, but precisely. He needed her to come. He was getting too close in this new position.

Lucky for him, Regina dropped her head back against his shoulder and moaned again. "Don't stop," she whispered breathlessly. He didn't. Had no intention to. Instead, David worked harder to get her there, sighing in relief when he felt her body tighten around him and heard the rough gasp from her through.

Her hands tightened on the headboard, and David gave a couple thrusts more to bring her down, before pulling out of her. He dropped onto his stomach on the bed, his erection pressed between him and the mattress. He felt terrible. The sex was amazing… Regina was amazing, but it was dirty. He'd cheated on his wife, again, but this time she was pregnant and that made it so much worse of him.

Regina lowered herself to the bed, laying down on her side and looking at him. "You didn't finish."

David hadn't known if she would notice, but that, too, made him feel bad. He shook his head. "No, I didn't." He sighed, eyes switching between hers for a moment. "I just feel guilty."

"Well you didn't have to have pity sex with me."

"That's not what it was. For a second I didn't want to stop because I didn't want to hurt you, but it wasn't pity sex. You know what you look like—what you do to men. Hell, even to some women."

Regina nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Okay."

"But this can't happen again."

David sighed, nodding. It couldn't. He refused to be that guy, the one who cheats all the time on his pregnant wife and brings a baby into the world in a broken home. That wasn't him, it wasn't how he was raised.

Regina almost told him. Would he feel as guilty for having sex with her if he knew she was carrying his child just like Snow was? But that wasn't right. It wasn't okay for her to blurt out the news when he was already feeling guilty enough. She'd have to wait longer. Besides, she wasn't ready yet anyway.

Rolling onto her back, Regina pulled the covers up around her body, covering it from him. "I suppose you ought to go."

David nodded, sitting up and looking down at her. "Yeah. I should." He got off the bed, pulling his clothes on quickly and looking at the tray of food still on one of the small tables. "Eat, yeah?"

"Yeah," she murmured, not looking his way until he was pulling the door shut behind him. It had helped. But only for those moments.