Okay, here's the next update, and I'm sorry for it taking so long. As an aside, I don't want to lose any readers, but I've gotten several comments and reviews between here and the fanfiction site saying people hope Snow will be clued in and okay with it, and I thought I should let you know that she will not be. She won't know for some time, and when she does, she will have many issues coming to terms with it. Anyway, just so you guys know... Let me know what you think of the chapter!

They'd ended up taking too long to leave the bed and get dressed, and Emma didn't feel as bad as she should about being late to the station. But that was the theme for her day; not feeling guilty about things that she should really, really feel guilty about.

And now she was trying to get work done in her office, but every time she looked up, she saw David and immediately thought of their activities that morning. She could feel herself blush every time she caught him looking at her, or when he looked up to find her looking at him. A slow warmth that worked over her cheeks may have been the only evidence of her feelings that he could see, but she could feel a lot more. Too much. And she really wanted him between her legs again.

Finally, she looked up at him with purpose, saying, "You should run a patrol."

David looked up, nodding slowly and standing.

"All right. Anywhere in particular?"

Emma frowned, standing up and shaking her head. "Actually, I think I'll go. Will you uh, work on these reports instead?" she asked, lifting the stack of papers from her desk and carrying them over to him.

"Yeah, sure. You okay?"

"Yeah." She nodded, looking around to avoid looking at him. "I'll be back in a bit."

She drove around most of the town, though she wasn't really paying enough attention for it to be considered a patrol. Sighing, Emma pulled off into the woods, parking her car and getting out. She wandered for a minute, taking a trail through the trees, trying to clear her head. She needed to get David out of her thoughts. They'd fucked, that should have been enough. It should have been enough to satisfy her desire for him. It should have been a final thing, a goodbye to the past they'd created together and she should be getting over it now. But David fucked her in a way that cleared her head of her anxieties, at least momentarily, and it was almost like a drug. A drug she'd gone weeks without and then had another taste of, and now it wasn't enough. One taste, one time, it was not enough to sate her desires, but they couldn't continue this. If Snow ever found out she'd be crushed. And disgusted. With a heavy sigh, Emma pulled out her phone, sending David a text and then sitting down on a fallen log to wait.

When she heard another car driving nearby, she looked up to see David parking the police cruiser next to her bug, and she stood, trying to build the courage to do what she needed to do. "David," she greeted, once he'd exited the car and walked toward her.

"Hey, what's up? I figured you needed back up for something." He looked around, checking to make sure there wasn't anyone hiding that he couldn't see.

"No, uh… I texted you because I needed to talk. We need to talk."

Folding his arms across his chest, he nodded. "Okay, let's talk. About this morning?"

Emma nodded, arms at her sides, though they were tense, not hanging freely, so he could tell she was on edge. "I… don't really want to talk, though. I thought I did, but I don't."

David nodded again, dropping his arms to his sides and closing the space between them with three even steps. "Then what would you like to do?"

She looked up at him, eyes moving between his and then to his chest. She'd meant to make it easier on herself by not looking into his eyes, the blue eyes that had burned into her whenever he told her to come for him, the blue eyes that had been full of mixed emotions when he woke from the curse and found out she was his daughter. The eyes that devoured her body every time she'd been naked for him, especially when she was on top and he had an unobstructed view. But fuck his chest was nice. She could see the shape of his muscles beneath the gray shirt he wore, how his chest rising and falling with his breaths made them seem even bigger, stronger, and she remembered the time he'd fucked her in the apartment and used nothing to brace her body against, just his own strength to bounce her on his cock. "Fuck," she breathed, not even realizing she was speaking out loud.

"Ah, so…"

"No!" she answered, too quickly and too loudly. "No, I mean no. I mean… uh, yes, but uh, that wasn't me answering your question, just uh… reacting." Emma looked away, biting her tongue to stop herself from talking.

Taking a step closer to her, David gripped her upper arms. "Emma, relax. It's okay. Just say whatever you need to say. There will never be anything you need to be ashamed of saying to me."

Emma tilted her head slightly, opening her mouth to speak, but stopping herself and shutting it quickly. Wanting her to be willing to open up to him, David brought one hand up to her chin, using the side of his finger to tilt her face up to look at him.

"I mean it, Emma, you can tell me anything at all. If you want to take back this morning, I'll understand. If you don't want to take it back, I'll understand that, too. Hell, if you don't know what you want and need time to figure it out, I'd be happy to give you space and not bring it up again until you're ready. I just want you to be comfortable." He gave her an easy smile. "You've been my friend, my lover, and you're my daughter. There shouldn't be anything that you're uncomfortable talking to me about."

"... But I am," she finally answered softly.

"Uncomfortable?"

Emma nodded. "David, I shouldn't want this. I should be telling you this is a bad idea, I should be wanting to take it back. But I don't. I want to do it again. And again. Hell, I'd be happy with the frequency we did it at before we knew you're my dad."

"And that makes you uncomfortable? Upset?"

"No. That's the problem. But if Mary Margaret gets hurt over this, over us doing this, if she finds out…"

He nodded in realization, coasting his finger lightly from her chin up to her cheek. "So we'll be cautious. If you want to keep doing this, we'll do it, and we'll be cautious and explore this as carefully as we can, until you figure out what you want. How does that sound?"

It was her turn to nod, and while she did so, she brought her hand up to his on her cheek and closed her eyes. "Okay."

David took the opportunity to dip his head and press his lips to hers, kissing her slowly. It took her about half a minute, but Emma parted her lips against his and smoothed her fingers down his forearm to the crook of his elbow. He slid his tongue past her lips, lowering his hands to her sides and tugging her closer to him.

Unsure of where to put her hands, she lightly gripped his biceps, kissing him back eagerly, letting his actions soothe her nerves. She should have known better; David had been incredible about this entire situation, he'd been willing to go at her pace, to let her decide what she wanted. He was so unlike every other man she'd ever known, and she'd expected that to change, for that feeling to go away when she'd found out he was her father, and when it hadn't and he was still interested in being with her… it was too hard to pass up. He was solid, steady, consistent. It was comforting and desireable.

As she let herself realize how badly she wanted this to continue, Emma's kiss grew more fervent, hungrier, needier. David groaned against her lips, pulling back and looking around. After a few seconds, he started walking her backward, pressing her back against a tree and capturing her lips again with his. He kissed her eagerly, coasting his hands up her body, one stopping to squeeze her breast, the other cupping the side of her neck, thumb tracing the underside of her jaw as their mouths moved together.

She let out a soft moan, tilting her chin up and her hips out, taking in the way his body felt against hers and letting herself really enjoy it. Sure, she'd enjoyed being with him that morning, but she'd half let her thoughts consume her despite how good he felt, how good it felt being with him again. Now… she was probably going to let him fuck her against this tree without any thought against it.

David pulled back from the kiss, slipping his hand into her hair and pulling her head to the side, then lowering his head to kiss along her jawline. He left a trail of kisses down her neck then, moving his hands down to unbutton her pants. Pushing down the zipper, David pushed his hand into her underwear, middle finger finding her clit, finding her so wet, and he groaned against her throat.

Her jeans were too tight to allow much room for him to touch her, so he pulled his hand away, quickly gripping the fabric on her hips and shoving it down to the middle of her thighs. "Much better," he breathed, taking in the sight of her and returning his hand to her core. David rubbed her clit with two fingers, eliciting a moan from deep in her chest. After teasing her for a moment with his touch, he slid his hand lower and pushed two fingers into her.

Her hips bucked automatically forward, pushing against his hand, while also giving him a little more room to work. Oh and did he work. They didn't have much time, not with them both being away from the station, so David pumped his fingers into her quickly, curving them toward him in search of her g-spot. As soon as he felt it, he heard a soft whimper leave her lips, and she brought her hands up, taking his face between them and pulling him into a kiss.

It was desperate and needy, but she didn't care because his touch felt too good to allow room for embarrassment. He soon pressed his thumb to her clit, stroking in slow, even circles as he pumped his fingers still, dragging the tips of them over that spot with every pass. It was making him want to fuck her, to pick her up and fill her properly, and take her against this tree. But time wouldn't allow, and he knew that, so he continued working her with his hand, pumping his fingers harder, circling his thumb faster, watching her as her face scrunched and her tongue wet her lips.

Emma released a whimper, rocking her hips against his hand. She clutched his shoulders, biting her lower lip as he pushed her closer to the edge. It felt so good, too good. She wanted him, she wanted more. She could have more. She could take it, she knew that, and he would give it, that much was clear. "Oh god, Dad- David… don't stop. Just like that…"

David grinned, crashing his lips to hers as he continued. He slid his tongue past her lips, moving with hers and bringing his free hand up to her hair once more. Tugging her head back, he moved his lips down her throat again, tasting her skin and remembering the first time he had. That was a taste he'd always liked. "That's it, Emma," he whispered. "Come for me, let go. Enjoy it."

If she hadn't already been so close, the words might not have affected her so much. But she had been, she'd been right there on the edge, and his words sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She squeezed his shoulders in her fingers as her orgasm spread through her body, making her feel blissful for the moment. She whined as she came, body relaxing slightly, resting against the tree so she could steady herself.

After a moment of still pumping slowly to bring her down, David pulled his fingers from her and gripped her hips with both hands, pressing his forehead to hers. Her breaths were heavy against his lips, and he sighed softly. "I should probably go back to the station. Take your time on your… patrol. I'll be there when you get back, okay?" he murmured, pressing a soft and quick kiss to her lips.

Emma nodded, waiting until he'd stepped away to fix her clothes. She gave him a weak smile, watching as he went back to the cruiser and got in, driving away. That was one of her favorite things about David; he didn't hover, he didn't push. Not really. Not unless he felt like she needed to be pushed. But he knew when she needed time to herself, and he gave it to her. She licked her lips, moving back to sit on the fallen log she'd been occupying when he'd shown up. This was good. He was good, and she knew now that they'd done this again, more than once essentially, she wasn't going to be able to stop again anytime soon.