AN: So I'm going to change the rating on this, cause I got a little daring and decided to try and write a sex scene; I was going to hold off for awhile on but...eh ya know, what the hell. The aforementioned has been stated as a warning, in case you're not really fond of those type of scenes. It's not super explicit, but its there.


"What do you think?" Mary stepped in front of Emma's line of sight of the television, drawing a slight objection from her roommate. She paused, pursing her lips in appreciation.

"Very nice; is that a new dress?"

It was a boat neck, cut with a wide neck but cinched tight at the waist before flaring into an A-Line; corn-silk blue, with a thin black belt. She nodded, somewhat embarrassed. "Should I wear the hat, or no?"

"Don't wear the hat. The dress is good on it's own."

As if to reinforce her statement, a knock came at the door. Mary looked at Emma quickly with wide eyes, and was rewarded with only an urging glare. Hesitantly, Mary walked to the door and opened it.

David's breath caught in his throat. "Wow..." He whispered quietly. "Mary Margaret, I...I like your shoes."

She smiled as Emma snorted behind her, flopping back down on the couch. "Don't be out too late you two."

"I'll have her back at a reasonable hour." He assured sardonically. He offered the flowers he had been holding by his hip, a small bouquet of carnations and baby's breath. She smiled wider. "I hope they're okay; I know they're not roses, but they just seemed..."

"Carnation's are my favorite." She insisted. "Really. I'll put them in water when we...I, get back tonight."

David smiled, opening the door to let her out first. "Goodnight Emma; we'll see you later."

"I am sure you will." She replied dryly, not looking up from the tv. She heard the door closed behind her and she laughed to herself. Those two were ridiculous.

David had borrowed Maggie's car for the night, a small coupe that ran fine while his truck was a bit down and out. It was far to the main drag of town and they soon pulled to a curb. He ran quickly to the passenger side, urging her to wait and he grabbed the door handle, opening the door and offering a hand. "My lady." He said, a small smile on his face.

Her laughter was musical. She stepped out, smoothing her dress before pulling her cardigan over her bare arms, throwing in a mock curtsey for good measure. "Thank you very much, kind sir." She looked up at the red sign, white calligraphy on the window. "Tony's? Huh. Would you believe I've never been here?"

"I wouldn't. I hear he serves the best Italian food in town." He grinned at her. "I've never been here either; not that I can remember."

They walked inside and were soon seated in a corner booth, where they were quickly served with a bottle of red wine and bread, by a perky young brunette by the name of Adelaide. Soft music played over the restaurant speakers as they began to talk with one another after placing their orders.

"So. How is the diner?" She asked, pressing her palms together as she rested them in her lap. He smiled.

"It's nice. It's not hard work, and I get to see people; make friends."

She nodded. "And are you staying at Granny's now, or still with that older lady..."

"Oh I'm still at Maggie's. Her home is...cozy. Warm. She has a few horses and I help around the house some. We get along well, and somehow...well, it just feel like home there. We're both lonely people, so it works."

"I can understand that." Mary replied with a nod. "Before Emma showed up...I don't know, having a roommate is just better. Someone to talk to. I mean, don't tell her this, cause she'll think I'm a nut job, but it just feels right having her there; like she is supposed to be there. It's strange, really."

They went back and forth, some times saying a lot and sometimes not saying enough, but the silence was not uncomfortable or awkward.

"Well, if this isn't an unwelcome surprise." A dry voice came from a dark corner of their viewpoint. Regina Mills appeared, moving into the light of the table, causing David and Mary to lean back, clutching each others hands under the table. There was something wicked about this woman that both were able to sense, her mere presence often causing them to become defensive and tense.

"Madame Mayor." David's voice was mono-toned and flat, uninterested and irritated. While he had still been with Kathryn, he had been forced to endure many a meeting with the woman and she had always rubbed him the wrong way. There was something inherently unpleasant about the woman, something that indicated she couldn't and shouldn't be trusted with anything; a seemingly hidden agenda with every word spoken.

"Out for a night on the town?" Her tone was clipped and ridged. "Has the divorce from your wife been finalized?"

"As you've referred to her as my wife, I would assume you already know the answer to that." He was sharper this time, his heart rate spiking as he felt his neck get hot. He felt Mary's hand on his thigh under the table, a light squeeze of support which brought him back down from his anger. "No, it has not; not that it's any of your business, but there seems to be some sort of...bureaucratic nonsense in the way."

The mayors blood red lips spread into a wide grin, framing her teeth in an almost predatory manner. "Still, you think you'd have better compassion for your wife. How do you think this affects her?"

"Well, Regina, as he and you've said before, their lives aren't anyone's business but their own."

Mary's voice startled both of them, but it was the Mayor who looked the most taken aback. Sweet, quiet, insecure Mary was staring straight at the Mayor, eyes slightly narrowed. Regina pursed her lips.

"It's so easy of you to take something that isn't yours." There was an edge to her voice, a fire in her eyes that made both at the table uneasy, as if it were not Kathryn that she was speaking of.

"Enough." David's voice brooked for little argument. "Regina, I assure you, Kathryn is well aware of the situation. Now if you would please, you are interrupting my evening."

She looked ready to explode, but the mostly full restaurant with many of the nearest patrons subtlety eavesdropping kept her from losing her cool. "Well, I'll leave you to your meal then; I hope your decisions don't come back to haunt you, Ms. Blanchard." She ground out, her fingers clenching at her side, her tone exuding completely different sentiment. She turned to leave, stopping to take her coat from the hook where she had sat earlier

"And I thank you for your concern, Ms. Mills." Mary replied, tone sugary sweet, but with the lack mayoral title evident. Regina stiffened and glanced back for a moment, her eyes narrowed in anger before stalking away, leaving the couple shaken, but undeterred. They focused on their plates, quietly contemplating what had just taken place.

"I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry. Especially speaking for you...I don't know what came over me." Mary said softly, taking her hands back into her own lap, nervous that she had overstepped her bounds. He gazed at her for a moment and sighed.

"No, you really probably shouldn't have. But she'll survive. I did let Kathryn know we would be seeing each other. Besides," He offered his quirky little half smile, sending her stomach into flips and knots. "It was kind of exciting to see you stand up to her. For both of us. It felt..."

"Right." Mary finished for him, and they both smiled at each other, unawares of their silent audience, who had taken in the exchange with the Mayor and the couple, and become distinctly aware of a strange sense of rightness themselves.

Across town, Regina swept into her home within the hour, slamming the door behind her. The nerve of that woman! The nerve of them all! Humiliated, she raced into her room, again slamming the door as she worked at the scarf around her neck, throwing it against the door without bothering to pick it up.

It was that Emma Swan, she was sure of it still. Mary Margaret Blanchard was a spineless, insecure ball of nothing before that woman came to town-just as Regina had intended it. Her step-daughter had been frustratingly daring and stubborn to a fault in their other land, always seemingly in the wrong place at the wrong time, interfering in her affairs. Ruining her life.

She stripped from her three piece skirt suit, putting her clothes away and when she was in her sleepwear clenched the edge of her dresser as she stared into the mirror overhead and seethed. None of this had begun to happen until that blonde harlot had stepped foot in this town and now everything-Henry, David, Graham, and now her weasely little step child-was falling apart.

She had to figure out why. And then she would have to get rid of her, before worse damage became of it.


He watched them as they walked together, hands intertwining as their eyes never left each others, the tense exchange with the Mayor all but forgotten. They could not see him hidden beneath the large willow trees, his leather jacket zipped shut and his helmet tight over his head. Not that he believed they would see him if he was out there, in broad daylight, naked as a jaybird-they were positively blissful as they opted to walk back to Mary Margaret's in the cool evening, the bright moon shining down upon them. It seemed a scene right out of a movie.

All was happening as it should be-Emma's return, their natural characteristics returning slowly but surely; their memories should follow eventually, but none could be sure who would be first or if it would be swift.

But that's why he was here; it was his job to tell the tale. He shifted so his weight completely took to his bike, and he brought his leg up to kick the stand back, waiting for the couple to disappear from view before he walked a few feet with it, and loudly sped off in the opposite way.


The light woke him before anything else could, warming his skin to an uncomfortable level. He shifted, blinking wearily as he tried to gain his bearing.

He was in Snow's room.

He blinked, shaking his head, shaking off the remnant of his sleep mind. Snow? He almost laughed to himself; where in the hell did that come from? Mary's room.

In her bed. In nothing but a thin white undershirt and his boxer shorts.

For a moment he worried, pushing himself up, catching his breath. No, no they hadn't; she was in sleep shorts and a tank top as well, but he knew for sure, they had not had more than a glass of wine, had not done more than lain in the bed together and talked of all things important and not.

She shifted at his movement with a snore, burying her face into the pillow and pulling her quilt up around her shoulders. He grinned; so she was a late sleeper, unlike he who was always up with the sun, but that didn't worry him. It would give him time to wake up and relax; as much as he hoped that it wasn't true, but Mary was a single, attractive woman, so it was surely possible she woke up with men in her bed enough, he didn't want to be there to startle her.

He made his way into the bathroom, turning on the sink and washing up a bit before tossing one of the hand towels over his shoulder as he rinsed with some mouthwash before heading toward the open area of the apartment.

"I was wondering if you had stayed over." Emma's wry voice startled him and he stopped, straightening up quickly. Damn. He'd forgotten she was here.

"Morning." He offered, a small half smile finding it's way onto his face. "Not so much a sleeper like your roommate."

"Nope. Always been an early riser." She seemed to force a half smile, fluttering about behind the kitchen island with a contained sort of chaos. "I was gonna have some coffee, you want?"

He chuckled. "I would love it." He slid onto one of the bar stools, leaning with his elbows on the counter. "I've always been a morning person too. I hope we didn't wake you last night."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "No worries, I'm a pretty deep sleeper." She went about messing with the coffee maker before turning to him. "Did you guys have a good date night?"

He frowned now. "For the most part. The time with Mary was amazing," He was quick to state it at Emma's raised eyebrows. "But Regina saw us at the restaurant and was her usual, cordial self."

Emma contained a groan; what was it with that woman and having her finger in every pie in town? "Yeah, she seems to superimpose herself into most people's business around here. Although, I know she is Kathryn's friend and sometimes, friends can be pretty protective..." She faded off, hoping that David remembered her comment from days before. His smirk told her he did.

"I have been nothing but honest with Kathryn." He insisted. "I even let her know I was seeing Mary Margaret. And she's already been on a date with another man, that she was seeing before I came out of the coma. I think he's a gym teacher at the high school?" He shrugged, truly unsure. "I honestly haven't asked. I don't even think...I'm happy she's happy but what she does doesn't bother me. I don't think what I do bothers her, either, as much as the mayor would like it to be so." He shrugged, shifting on his bar stool. "She is very...involved, in the community, don't you think?"

Emma couldn't help but roll her eyes. "It really seems she can't help herself. It's almost as if she can't keep everything perfectly in line, it will fall apart. I really don't know. There's just something about her that is really off..."

He nodded. "I'm cautious around her too. I don't completely feel her actions are honorable. Like that park? Seems pretty convenient to me."

Emma scoffed. "Yeah, right? I feel almost set up." She shook her head as she sipped at her mug, before deciding to change the subject; Regina never put her in a good mood. "That's a pretty nasty scar you got there." She remarked, setting the cup of coffee in front of him. She set the sugar and cream out too, passing him the milk when he reached for it. "That from your accident?"

He hadn't really thought of it but he supposed it was the best explanation. He looked down at the collar of his thin undershirt and realized the racer back and the boxers were all he still wore. He flushed. "I'm sorry, I really should get dressed."

She waved it off. "No worries; I have a feeling before long, you'll be around here more than I am." She smiled now, a real one, and sat down across from him, offering a plate of bagels she had probably picked up earlier. "What exactly happened anyway?"

He shook his head, his hand ghosting over the raised pink flesh. It was pretty bad, and there were more on his torso in a similar fashion, as if he had been stabbed or cut by glass. "No one really knows. Regina is the one who found me, apparently by the waterside down near the lake. They think I may have been mugged."

Emma snorted. "In Storybrooke? A mugging? I'm pretty sure this towns craziest bit of crime this year was the shoplifting done by those two kids down at the shop mart last week."

He laughed, nodding as he sipped his drink. "You'd think so, but I don't know what else it would've been. I do wonder why I was there of all places but who knows..." He sighed, tracing the arm of the mug with his finger. "I mean, I remember my life with Kathryn but it just doesn't fit, you know? It just doesn't feel right..." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to spill to you like this."

"It's really okay. If my roomie's going to start bringing strange men home in the middle of the night, I guess its kind of my duty to get to know them and make sure they're not serial killers."

He brightened; obviously having a bedfellow was not a common occurrence for Mary Margaret. "So have I passed your test?"

"I'll let you know." She set her mug down and picked up her jacket and keys with a sigh. "I have to head out. Tell Mare I said hi."

He nodded, watching her as she gathered her things and left with a casual goodbye. He relaxed back with a sigh, looking around the apartment.

He decided to clean up the breakfast that had been served first, setting aside a plate in the microwave for when Mary Margaret emerged before heading to the bathroom again for a shower. He snuck into her room quietly, grabbing his clothing before lathering up and when he emerged, fully dressed, Mary sat at the counter, a sleepy smile on her face.

"You cleaned up the kitchen." She observed. "Buys me dinner and tidies my house. What a Charmer."

His heart fluttered at the moniker, stomach flipping as something nagged at the back of his brain. He smiled at her as he walked over to greet her with a kiss.

"Good afternoon, princess." He joked, poking fun. "Did you sleep well?" He went and retrieved the plate he had set aside for her. She accepted it with a smile once more and dug in. "This is good; did you make it?"

He shook his head; he could not take credit. "Emma did. She had to run to work." He paused. "We have the day to ourselves, I guess."

She barked a laugh. "Emma? She can't make toast!"

He smirked. "Well, she can make a mean biscuits and gravy with bacon." He leaned toward her as he positioned himself where Emma had stood. "So are you free today?"

She bit off a piece of bacon, almost tearing at it. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Well, I just so happen to have something for us to do. If you're up for it."

His somewhat daring and accusatory tone stoked some sort of competitive flame within her. Her eyes grew sharp, a smile sneaky. "Oh, do you think I can't handle it? I bet I can hang better than you."

"Is that right?" He teased, loping around the counter and wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her off the chair and carrying her into the bedroom. She giggled hysterically.

"David, put me down!" She gasped as tossed her down on the bed. She laid there in front of him, heart beginning to race as he joined her, crawling to her side. "Is this what...?"

It took him a moment to realize what she meant, and his face colored. "Oh...oh no, no, that's not..." He shook his head, a crooked smile emerging. "You're just so cute when you're indignant, I couldn't help myself." He sobered. "I would never put that sort of pressure on you, Mary Margaret."

She turned on her side, her body facing his. Her finger began to trace a circle on his stomach as she pulled herself to let her head settle on his chest. "You don't want to?" She asked softly. She closed her eyes and smiled softly as she felt his chest rumble under her head as he chuckled.

"That, is not what I said." His voice was low and husky, and she let her hand stop on his stomach, flattening it out. She looked up at him, her chin on his chest in silence.

She wasn't sure what was the driving factor, but something stirred inside of her, something she couldn't remember ever feeling before and yet it was so familiar. She started up at his jawline, peppering soft kisses along it until she reached his mouth. She pushed herself up, separating their lips for just a moment. She blinked lazily and met his gaze, cautious and hopefully at all the same time.

"Mary Margaret..." He whispered.

"I want to David." She kissed him. "Emma's gone," A kiss again. "We have the whole day to ourselves." She lowered her head once more and this time the kiss was deep and intense and he kissed back just as hungry now. Mary sat up and David followed, peeling off his plaid button down. Mary grabbed at the hem of his white undershirt and pulled it up over his head smoothly, and he returned the favor in kind.

He grabbed her firmly at the waist and spun her to the mattress, sitting up on his knees as she worked at the buttons on his jeans while he leaned in and pulled her toward him, gasping as he took her mouth in his own.

"David..." She whispered. "David..."

God, she needed this. She felt his fingers hook in her waistband of her sleep shorts and she arched her hips upward, allowing them to slide down her legs. He lowered his head to his chest, kissing around her neck and down to her breasts, sucking gently on her nipple before continuing down the middle of her torso until he reached the dents of her hips. He ran his lips lightly where her panty line usually was with a warm exhale, drawing a soft moan from her lips as she pulled him back up to her and kissed him once more. He positioned himself above her, moving himself between her legs and paused, looking into her eyes.

"You're sure?"

"What a buzz kill that would be." She replied with a smile and kissed him, pulling him close. He lowered himself toward her and they fell into each other slowly at first, soon moving together like there had never been with anyone else.


AN: So I like putting little Easter eggs in these stories, since I'm slightly obsessed with Disney. See if you can get it :)