Mary Margaret felt a wave of dizziness. All the air seemed to be sucked from her body. She felt the need to sit down. How does one react at the thought of the world toppling over?

Emma screeched on her behalf while Regina asked with a raised eyebrow, "Come again?"

Robin and Killian finally took notice of their lady loves. Robin answered, obviously frazzled, "Killian and I were at the marina when David just showed up and dropped a bomb on us."

A frown marred Killian's features. "He said he's going to ask Kathryn's hand in marriage. He even showed us the ring he was going to give her."

"His mother's emerald ring," Mary Margaret murmured in defeat.

"Exactly! I don't know what's going on in his head. We tried telling him that she's all wrong for him. Their relationship is rocky at best!"

Regina rolled her eyes at Killian's sentiment. Pot and kettles. It wasn't too long ago that Emma and Killian's tumultuous relationship finally found the right footing. It was a headache for her and Mary Margaret at the time-with Emma randomly popping up at their homes, asking for alcohol and girl's night. Robin attested to this as he was busy trying to entertain his brother.

Robin turned to his sister. "He refused to listen to us. So this is where you come in. If there's anyone who'll convince him, it's you. Make him think it over, Mags…" he trailed off as he observed how pale she was. "Are you ok? You look ready to faint."

Killian immediately took her arm and forced her to sit down at a nearby chair. Emma and Regina smugly exchanged a look at the adorable display of overprotectiveness from the brothers.

Mary Margaret wanted to speak but no coherent words came out. Marriage. She's too late. While she was planning to ravage every inch of David's body, he's planning to start a life with Kathryn.

Emma, her savior, ultimately stepped in. "Killian, love, your delivery needs work."

"Why are you here anyway? I thought you're going back to the precinct," he eyed his wife with a hint of suspicion. Emma's work as a sheriff takes a lot of their intimate time and her potentially lying to him about her extra-curricular activities irked him.

"I was and I did. I just made a pit stop here with Regina."

Now it was Robin's turn to scrutinize his wife. While he knows that the three ladies often hang out, his wife regularly updates him on her agendas for the day. Oddly, she never mentioned meeting up with his sister today. Regina glared at Emma (Traitor!) before she calmly supplying, "We were just bringing Mary Margaret some books."

Robin narrowed his eyes. "What kind of books?"

Mary Margaret thought it was time to intervene. Her brothers will react poorly at her antics. The last time she declared having a crush, they cornered the unfortunate boy in the locker room and threatened to give him a swirly for the rest of his middle school life. And he moved schools immediately. This will definitely top that by a hundredfold. She needed to diffuse the situation immediately. However, Regina seemed to be in a mood for a fight.

"Books about sex," she stated nonchalantly. Emma picked up a copy of the Kama Sutra and shoved it towards the stupefied brothers.

Killian choked on his spit while Robin zeroed in on his wife. Although he worships the ground Regina walked on, he's finding her teasing grin incredibly maddening. He knew that Regina is secretly planning his innocent sister's descent from a tomboy into a femme fatale. And now, he can blame Emma too! It started with Regina mentioning that a pixie cut would look good on Mags. Then, she started taking her to the mall for shopping trips. After a while, and completely unnoticed by them, Mary Margaret was wearing tight skirts and make up. He should have known it would only be a matter of time before she started targeting his sister's romantic life.

Regina looked triumphant. Normally, he'd have her bracing the wall for support as he assaulted her sultry willing body after she flashed him her signature saucy smile. But it just incensed him further. He didn't want his sister to change. She's perfectly fine the way she is now.

Robin always knew that Regina would be the source of his ever elevating high blood pressure. When he first met his wife, they had been at each other's throat. Her icy attitude towards him melted in one passionate night. Who knew being lost in a forest would lead them into intense lovemaking?

"We're gathering modern information on seduction, dear," she further taunted. Emma snickered as Killian did another spit take. Regina decided to salt the fictional wound by announcing, "Mary Margaret's seduction as a matter of fact."

Into the quiet that followed that statement, David suddenly appeared in the open doorway. "Who the hell is trying to seduce Mary Margaret?"

The woman in question swallowed a wail. You!

She drank in his form. His short sandy blond hair was pushed askew by the fierce wind. His ears and cheeks was tinged pink from the cold and his endlessly-long muscled jeans-covered legs were damp from the rain. She inspected his unshaven face and red-rimmed eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept much the night before. Nevertheless, he looked utterly delectable. She suppressed the urge to grab him, take the Kama Sutra and push him into her bed.

She slowly stood, fixed him a hungry stare, "No one is trying to seduce me."

Emma beamed in mischief, "Yes. Because she's going to do the seducing."

Killian wheezed in curious shade of purple, Robin turned a slight tint of green and David's face became red in outrage.

"Huh. It's everything I envisioned it to be," Regina said, riveted with all the reactions. Emma appeared positively gleeful at the turn of events.

Mary Margaret shot the two a reproving glare that was ignored. This is the problem with them- one was too haughty and driven while the other just wanted to create chaos and mischief. She had always known that the two would blow the entire ops towards light. They probably thought they were helping by whetting David's curiosity. But he didn't look whetted, he looked appalled. And to mention it in front of her brothers? She might be whisked away into the nearest convent.

"I'm twenty-five years old," Mary Margaret explained. "I think my sex life should be my own business."

David all but slammed the door behind him then crossed his arms over his broad, firm chest. He somehow looked even taller and rather imposing at that. "What sex life?"

A good question.

"What? Did you think she'd be a virgin forever?" Regina goaded them.

"Sex life?" Killian croaked, horrified at the thought. No doubt, her remembered all the women that he left in his wake while he was on the road years ago. He was a complete bastard before he met his wife. He's starting to believe in karma. Emma, sensing his despair, soothed him by patting his back lightly.

Robin rounded on Regina, "This is all you!" David nodded in adamant agreement.

"I certainly did not arouse her, if that's what you're talking about."

Killian sagged to the sofa. Robin gasped while David appeared to be absolutely rattled. "Mary Margaret aroused?"

Mary Margaret would have laughed at the situation if she wasn't so insulted at their reactions. Or hurt by how horrified David was at the thought. She squirmed when he looked her over.

Regina shrugged. "It's been known to happen. She has working body parts just like everybody else. I don't know why it surprises you lot."

David noticed the stack of books and magazines on Mary Margaret's coffee table. He picked up a copy of the Kama Sutra. His blue eyes darkened. "My god. You have a literary arsenal here. How many men were you planning on seducing? A baker's dozen?!"

Mary Margaret knew for sure that her face was red as a tomato. She was not planning on a group confrontation and she's pushed into a tight corner. She couldn't think clearly so she tried to answer indifferently, "If need be."

"Why?" David demanded, at the same time Daniel cried out, "The hell you will!"

Killian jumped from the sofa and yelled out, "Over my dead body!"

She huffed in annoyance. "I don't need to explain myself to any of you."

Emma interjected, "That's right!" earning her an evil eye from her husband.

David picked up a book and skimmed through it. "Delta of Venus," he read an excerpt then blushed. He gawked at Mary Margaret, "Jesus, what the hell are you doing with this?"

Mary Margaret, while very distressed internally, managed to shrug her shoulders with an air of nonchalance. Although the grimace on her face betrayed her very actions. Emma pushed past Regina and Robin.

"Ah erotica! I actually brought that over. I know Regina would have self-help books. Fictional books are also a great source of information. Most women think that fantasies are odd or weird. I wanted Mags here to explore different sexual fantasies. Fuels the imagination and encourages creativity," Emma stated sagely.

All three men scowled even further.

Regina, unaffected with the displeasure aimed at her and Emma, provoked them even further. "She does have fantasies, you know. And it's perfectly normal for a woman to have them. I will not have you shame her for having them."

"In fact, I have brought the first and second issue of 'The Joy of Sex' as guide. Great text and really terrific illustrations. Very inspiring."

Seeing all the men silenced by Regina's threat, Mary Margaret decided to join in on the fun. She moved closer toward her sisters and pretended to be familiar with said books. Unfortunately for her, she picked the wrong page.

"Ah this here… is about," she swallowed before she continued, "uh male orgasms. And how to make it better." A vivid image of David in mid-climax consumed her. She fixed her gaze on David.

Emma studied the material intently. Regina waved her hand regally. "Actually it's to make it better than great. But men have no problems in that area." She grinned at her irritated husband. "Women, on the other hand, do not always achieve orgasm during sex. This book give you tips to ensure that things will go satisfactory for you."

Killian groaned in misery. He sat down again and cradled his head with both hands, no doubt trying to erase the conversation from his head. Robin paced the floor with manic energy. A classic move from him when he's beyond agitated and can't deal at all. David wheezed as if he was sucker punched in the gut.

When David recovered, he refrained from glaring. He's mostly confused with the turn of events. What drove his pure Mary Margaret into this madness? And who the hell is the bastard that propelled her into such a drastic move?

In a lethal, almost predatory tone that she's rarely heard from him, David growled, "Who are you planning to seduce, Mary Margaret?"

Emma interjected with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "The guy is really clueless. Can you believe that he hasn't even noticed her and she was sending out all sorts of signals? Mags here is getting pretty desperate."

Emma is having way too much fun with this. Mary Margaret observed the throbbing vein in David's forehead.

Regina scoffed at Killian's exaggerated gagging. She turned to her sister-in-law, "You know, I think that he's also getting desperate. He's thinking of taking some pretty desperate measures himself. It's only a matter of time, dear."

Mary Margaret felt her heartbeat pick up. Surely, she's not suggesting that David's proposal has something to do with her? But if it is, then why? It's a little farfetched.

"Is this about Whale?" Robin asked out of the blue.

She rolled her eyes. How in the world did her brother find out about Victor?

David barked at her, "We talked about this, Mags. He's not right for you!"

Victor Whale is a nice enough person. He worked with David as an executive analyst. He asked her out on a date and provided her with a pleasant distraction from her secret love. If she was being honest with herself, she would have acknowledged that she said yes to make David jealous. Of which proved to be futile since all he said to her was that Victor is a wimp. No hints of jealousy nor envy.

"Victor is… nice," she murmured, unwilling to admit that there were no other prospects knocking on her door.

David decided to change tactics. "'Gina, Emma… you know I love you to bits and you are the best thing that ever happened to these losers here," he gestured to the outraged brothers, "but is it really necessary to encourage Mags with this ridiculous business?"

It was Killian who answered, "Regina can't keep her mitts off anything. She's always cavorting with Emma and they're up to no good, as usual."

Regina snorted in derision. "How dare you-"

Robin interrupted her, "But is it wrong though?"

"Mags wouldn't have to resort to this if you didn't scare off every male creature within a fifty mile radius!" Emma yelled.

"STOP!" Everyone focused on Mary Margaret. She glowered at her brothers, "Both of you just leave your wives alone. They have my best intentions at heart and they are a big help. A lot more than what you two would have been."

There was a general course of grunting from the two since their idea of help would be to lock her in a broom closet until she promised to let go of the seduction idea.

Suddenly, David turned to the two men. "Wait, what are you two doing here? I thought you were going to go fishing."

Killian attempted to lie when Emma gripped his arm. "He's my ride. Picked me up."

Regina nodded for Robin to follow along. "Robin's bringing me back to my office. We called them not too long ago." The two did not refute the lies but they were unhappy with the abrupt termination of the argument.

Killian pulled Mary Margaret into a hug while deftly whispering in her ear, "Talk some sense into his big head, sis. Make him think about what he's doing."

She nodded her head, "I'll try."

The two women pulled their men along to the door after Robin gave his sister a goodbye hug. However, Robin couldn't resist to add, "For god's sake, Mags, don't seduce anyone!"

Regina grimaced. "You are such a pest. Good think I didn't have a brother." The two couples continued to bicker as they left Mary Margaret's house.

Uncomfortable silence filled the room after they all left. She bit her lip in apprehension. She fidgeted under his intense scrutiny. Damn it! Neither Emma nor Regina gave her any basic instructions. And she wasn't sure if she can wing anything without crashing and burning almost immediately.

His cerulean eyes that she loved so much gazed at her speculatively. In a low voice, he asked her, "Well, Mary Margaret. You want to tell me what all this is really about?"

Fuck.