Chapter 2- Words

"Dancing? Really?" she giggles, at the reality of their date at the handsome man confidently spinning her in his arms. He catches her on the next revolution marvelling at the delighted gasps which he seals with a long kiss.

They slow and she melts, scarcely believing he has been thoughtful enough to hire out the nearby dance studio for an hour and a half.

All theirs.

"I wanted to sweep you off your feet." he murmurs stroking her cheek as they mutually break the kiss. "Apologise for yesterday."

An apology! This is an apology seeing your drop-dead gorgeous boy-friend standing in the middle of a room, in a crisp, white shirt and shark grey suit after asking you to meet him is not an apology. It's a pleasure.

"Oh, you mean when you left me? Yeah, I didn't miss you." Mary-Margaret quirks casually exactly as her heroine would. In truth, she did, she really did. She ached for him having barely slept a wink. Their kisses and the words they had said the only thing on her mind. David smiles, "Well." "I did."

"Good."

He laughs and takes her lips again as the laughter reverberates between their bodies.

The spark is alight. "Tell me. What did you miss?"

What did he miss? God! Her laugh, her smile, it killed him to leave but, he did not want to rush into everything. It had already felt like a million fire-works were going off at once the first time they kissed. He did not want to forget that.

"You."

"Crazy, wonderful, perfect you."

"I'm not perfect David." she murmurs pressing a closed kiss to his lips. "You are to me."

And she sighs, this great happy sigh that he will never get tired of hearing. "I love you."

They are soaked to the bone by the time they reach his apartment. A hurried down-pour ruining his plans for a picnic.

"Ha. Mmm." she catches his lips and he pulls her inside grateful when the heating clicks on. The door safely locked he memorises her face as she kisses him again.

"Are you cold?"

"Yes, no. I don't care. I just want you." she says excitedly moving her hands frantically at his chest wishing she had the ability to banish his clothes away. He's just as exhilarated, peppering, nipping savouring her lips slowly as she snakes herself around him. He lifts her up, a lamp the first casualty as he presses her against the wall.

"Are all dates with you going to be like this?" she asks lazily attacking his neck. "So you want a second date?" David asks faux-shocked.

"Of course! David." she launches herself at him as if to prove the point. "Don't ever doubt it."

Words and promises are made in skin that all important second date secured.

"Hmm."

"What?" she asks, unable to help the smile on her face as she lies under him having covered them with the sheets. Their own private hideaway.

"Nothing."

"You're doing it."

"What?" Now he's the one blind-sided.

"The Look."

"What look?"

"The LOOK you know the one you gave Kathryn at the Bake Sale." "Now you've really lost me."

"We were working on the stall and you smiled at both of us. And she laughed."

"I wasn't smiling at Kathryn."

"Yes, you were."

"No! I really wasn't." Stroking her face and bringing it up to his own he has to make her see.

"I wasn't smiling at Kathryn."

"The look was for me."

"Am I really that bad at flirting?"

"But, she said you dated."

"It was the worst, forced dinner I have ever been on."

"That lying MMM." His kiss interrupts her as he continues his exploration of her mouth.

She moans as he continues talking. "I really, really don't want to talk about her."

"GET OUT!" Ruby squeals when she finally tells her about their epic weekend.

"All weekend?"

"Ruby!" But her blush gives it away.

"Man, took you long enough."

"He's just so… AHH!"

"I know that. You know that, the whole town knows that Babe."

"David Freakin Nolan."

"David Freakin Nolan." she can't help but mimic.

David Freakin Nolan is a bad influence. She had planned a 50/50 split today. Half the day writing, with a two thousand word goal and then, the rest of the day she would be all his.

"I'm never going meet my deadline if you- keep stealing kisses."

She tries to focus on the screen, paragraphs having come to her in the last few weeks which, definitely has something to do with the man trying to capture her lips like an unrepentant thief in the night.

But, she can't.

"Then they shouldn't be so good." he says huskily and then she's his again laughing and kissing back until she makes her case.

"Okay," Mary-Margaret breathes commanding his full attention and he nods like the dutiful man he really is.

"Compromise. One kiss for every two hundred words."

He tilts his head and contemplates hand under his chin for a brief moment. "One hundred."

Too low! He knows how fast she can type.

A gorgeous joy graces her lips. "One fifty. Or nothing."

David gulps. "What do mean by nothing?"

Mary-Margaret shifts and whispers in his ear. "Nothing until I am finished."

"You don't mean that."

"Try me Baby."

David has no choice. "Deal."

"Hmm. I love it when we agree."

"Who?"

The last word. It had taken her three hours and several agreed kisses which, she had to admit she enjoyed very much

"And done!" They both exclaimed before he lifted up and carried her into her bedroom for some much needed rest and relaxation.

Mission Accomplished!