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"So…" Emma pushed back her desk chair and propped her boots on her desk, eyeing David who sat behind a stack of paperwork opposite her, "Cora is in town."

"Mhm," David muttered, his expression unchanging but his eyes giving him away as he continued to pretend to sort through files on suspects in the newer cases he'd been assigned. It took all he had to remain busy or at least try to be when he knew his ex-mother-in-law was in town. And Regina was facing her alone.

"I haven't seen much of her," She let out a breath, digging her phone out of her jeans pocket before scrolling through her messages, "This typical? I mean anytime Cora visited before I didn't really hear from you guys but it was over the holidays so I never suspected anything, but now…" She shrugged with a frown, "Hey dipshit, I'm talking to you," She added when he wasn't acknowledging her, picking up an un-sharpened pencil and tossing it at him.

"What the hell?" He muttered when it hit his shoulder, looking up then with his jaw set in frustration, "You could've taken my eye out, Swan."

"But I didn't, my aim is better than yours," Emma smirked and nodded towards their respective practice papers from the shooting range, "Now start talking. I'm worried about Regina."

"Yeah well I am, too. What else do you want me to say?" David snapped before running a hand through his hair, reminding himself that Emma was coming from a good place, "When Cora is around it's kind of like…Regina reverts to the way she was under Cora's thumb…"

"It seems so unlike Regina…she's so headstrong…" Emma let out a breath and frowned.

"Except when it comes to her mother," David shook his head and frowned, knowing Regina wouldn't appreciate them talking about her. But if the two people who probably cared the most about her in the world couldn't express their concern, then who could? "Cora was emotionally and sometimes physically abusive to Regina after her father died. She was a bitter drunk who was determined to groom Regina for marrying into money to get them financially stable. When we met in college we were a secret for nearly a year because she knew her mother would not approve."

"Jesus," Emma looked at him wide-eyed, "How did it ever stop? Her control over Regina…"

He hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard at the memories flooding him, "During Regina's high school years Cora met Leo…He was also a widow, CEO of an international company," David's jaw clenched at the memory of the man, "He was a pervert, always coming on to Regina…Cora became angry and resentful at Regina for the attention she received from him. Regina had never told me about Leo until she came back from Thanksgiving break one year…"

Emma let her feet fall to the ground, a sick feeling rising in her gut as she leaned her elbows on the desk and listened intently, "She's told me bits and pieces David, you're not betraying her trust," She looked at him seriously, knowing why he hesitated.

"I could tell she was acting…distant," He frowned, "We hadn't been intimate yet because she told me she was a virgin but we had fooled around…We started to...you know... and I noticed…well, bruises on her thighs," He looked down and swallowed hard, "I freaked out, thinking she'd cheated on me with her high school boyfriend Daniel or something…"

"Leo did it again," Emma nodded solemnly, averting her gaze.

"She finally broke down and told me everything…fuck, I felt two inches tall for ever thinking-" David's voice waivered, "We discussed it and she finally agreed to go to the police for what this bastard had been doing to her since she was 15."

"And?"

"They had him taken in for questioning, but he was such a powerful figure it was almost impossible to build a case against him. Everyone was afraid to," David shook his head angrily, "And then Cora…the fucking bitch, told Regina that she didn't believe her, and even if Leo had, it was probably because she'd led him on."

"You're fucking kidding me. Let's go kick this cunt's ass!" Emma pushed her chair back, instant anger bubbling inside of her, "Let's go kick this Leo's ass while we're at it!"

"He died a few months later of a heart attack," He laughed bitterly, glancing up at her, "Cora though…she's still alive, unfortunately. After she did that, Regina distanced herself with the warning that if she didn't leave her alone, she'd pursue charges against Leo and ruin Cora's reputation in the process. I was so proud of Regina for standing up for herself," David smiled weakly.

"When did she come back into the picture?"

"Well, we focused on finishing school. Eloped during Christmas break on a drunken night in my hometown. Then finding jobs, living in a loft apartment to save enough money for a down payment on a house," He chuckled and bit his lip, drifting off as he reminisced, "She went to therapy and worked on healing, we were happy as two young, broke and in love idiots could be. Then we were ready for a baby and the baby never happened so we adopted Henry…Somehow Cora heard word of it and she showed up, claiming she'd changed and wanted to be in his life….Regina had always craved that attention from Cora so…"

"Has she changed?" Emma raised a brow skeptically.

"As much as someone like her can. She's still judgmental and critical," David shook his head, "As you well know."

"Yeah I think I've met the lady twice in passing and knew she didn't approve of me just by the look she gave me," She shuddered.

"Try being me," David laughed with a nod as he leaned back in his chair, swiveling it from side to side, "But she does love Henry…somewhere deep down in that black heart of hers. He loves her, too. So it's hard to cut her out of our lives now…and Regina just seems to forget that she had at one point…and for damn good reason."


"What are you planning for Henry's party, dear? Something good, I hope," Cora watched as Regina rushed around the kitchen in preparation for work. She shoved the files she had been working on back in her briefcase and set it on the dining room table, turning to go get a coffee to go.

"I was thinking just a party here like we usually do, inviting his friends," Regina shrugged and frowned as she grabbed a travel mug and filled it up. She'd woken up late after barely being able to sleep all night and Cora's presence this early in the morning did nothing to soothe her frazzled nerves. She hated being late and off schedule. It resembled disorder and loss of control. Two things she did not need more of in her life.

"Just a party here? Darling, it's bad enough the boy moved out. Now you want to throw him a mediocre party in your empty home? Have your ex-husband over with his new wife to see just how well you're doing without him," She sighed and rolled her eyes. "That sounds positively sad."

"Well what do you suggest then, mother?" She grit through her teeth and shot a glare at the woman who sipped from her own china mug of hot tea. "Please, tell me what it is I need to do to fix my life before I end up like you."

"Now now, no need to get ugly," Cora half smirked at her daughter's loss of control, "I forget sometimes that your father was Hispanic until that foul little temper of yours comes to play."

"I told you that you're only here because of Henry," Regina shook her head once as she regained control of her emotions, knowing her mother was just baiting her and she was tired enough to rise to it. "But you are testing my patience already."

Cora had merely been there a week and a half and she was already grating her nerves. She'd fully expected it, the constant barbs and criticism was just a part of being around her mother, but the mothering advice was more than she could take. Cora could judge anything else about her, but she knew she was a better mother than the woman had ever been.

"I'm only trying to help, darling," Her mother shrugged while feigning an innocent expression.

"I'll be home late," She mumbled irritatedly as she turned and grabbed her bag, making her way towards the front door, "You're own your own for dinner."


"What are you doing here?" Regina asked bluntly without looking up over her glasses, keeping her eyes on the screen in front of her as she sat at her desk. She heard her office door shut and the lock slide sideways and her question was answered, though she'd known who it was without looking up.

"Why are you ignoring my texts?" David stormed up to her desk, pressing his hands against it as he leaned over to face her, "Look at me, damn it."

"You don't have any right to order me to do anything," She hissed and tilted her head up at him then, eyes fierce and angry behind the black rimmed glasses she used to rarely let him see her wear. "Get out."

"No, I want to know," He frowned deeply though he looked good today in his dark denim and button up, thin stylish suspenders leading down to his gun-belt. "One minute you're fucking me in my pickup truck and the next you're ghosting me."

"David, you can't ghost someone you share a child with," Regina replied condescendingly, rolling her eyes as she sat back in her chair and looked up at him, "You see me every Friday and Sunday."

"Yeah when there is a ten year old between us and we can't say anything," He raised an eyebrow in frustration, "Is it because of your mother?" He asked more seriously, giving her a knowing look that sent a sliver of irritation through her. How dare he use his knowledge of her against her like that?

"My mother has nothing to do with the fact that you're married and have no claim to me. I don't have to text you back if I don't fucking feel like it, okay?" She grit out through clenched teeth, "My mother has no affect on me anymore so stop acting like you still know who I am."

"If it's not her then fucking answer me. Is this over?" He straightened up and put his hands on his hips, causing her eyes to flicker down to how appreciate how nicely his jeans fit him. "Regina!"

"I don't owe you a fucking answer!" She yelled back at him, gaze reaching his again, "And barging into my place of work and demanding one isn't helping you get one!"

"Then what do you want from me?!" David threw his hands up in the air, "Because one minute I think it's over and I'm trying to be happy with Mary Margaret and the next you're feeling me up at a party and I'm fucking you in the bathroom against a wall! You act like you want this one moment and the next it's like you hate me. Just tell me what you want from me!"

She clenched her jaw as she listened, averting her gaze so he couldn't see the flicker of emotions that passed over it, "You want to know what I want from you?" She pushed her chair back from the desk, watching him as she did, "Get on your knees."

David's expression changed from fury to confusion before he watched her spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow. She glared up at him, expression hard and demanding, making his cock stir in his jeans almost instantly. He hadn't seen it coming, it didn't seem like one of those fights that would lead to fucking, but then again, they typically always managed to find a way to make it that kind of fight…

"Regina…" He bit on his bottom lip as she looked at her legs. It was a mere few seconds before he began to round the desk, locking eyes with her as he spun her chair to the side and knelt down, "Are you sure?"

"Did I stutter?" She raised an eyebrow down at him as she reached out to thread her fingers through his hair, "Now lets make better use of that mouth like I know you can."

He obeyed immediately, the dangerous glint to her eye turning him on quickly as he pulled her hips to the edge of the chair and pushed her skirt up. He groaned appreciatively when he found she wasn't wearing any panties, a habit of hers when she wore tight skirts or dresses around him. Expletives fell from his mouth when he spread her legs and found her glistening already.

"Don't make me wait," She gripped his hair harder and he glanced up at her, mirroring the hunger he saw in her gaze with his own before he dipped down between her thighs.

She yelped instantly when he pushed her thighs wider apart with his shoulders and gave a long, firm lick up the entirety of her sex, "Fuck you always taste good."

"Less talking," She growled and he felt himself bulging against the zipper of his jeans. Her hand pulled his mouth fully on her and he groaned into her slit, gripping her thighs as he began to eat her in earnest.

Regina's head fell back against her chair as she brought one of her heels up and braced it against the desk, spreading herself wider for him, "Fuck, yes, mmm," She moaned and began moving her hips with his mouth as he alternated between probing her with his tongue and sucking on her clit.

David groaned and pulled her thighs towards him harder, pressing his mouth into her more firmly. His nose ground against her clit, his tongue curling inside of her as he thrust it faster and faster. She was mewling and making choked noises as her hands pulled at his hair and scratched his scalp, making him throb in his own pants.

He fucked her with his tongue thoroughly, wanting her dripping wet for how hard he was about to take her. She was thrusting her hips against his mouth, crying out for more, moaning in that deep way that made him nearly lose control every time. There had been so many stolen moments like this in this very office during their marriage that he could almost pretend.

"Fuck, don't stop!" She begged when he flattened his tongue and moved it up to her clit, teasing and flicking until he found a rhythm that had her rocking her hips on his mouth once again. She was close, her stomach burning and clit throbbing with each flick of his tongue, his stubble scratching the skin between her thighs deliciously. Her back arched and her chair rocked when her orgasm shot through her, but he grabbed her thighs and held her in place as he lapped her up through it, feeling her legs tremor as he slowly eased up.

"Come here," He nearly growled himself, seeing her head lull to the side and her eyes heavy lidded with pleasure. He grabbed her hips and lifted her towards him and she quickly wrapped an arm around his neck as they tumbled back onto the ground with her on top of him.

"Did I say you could-" She began to chide him but he rolled them over, pinning her to the floor until she was glaring up at him yet again.

"Do you want me to stop, Regina?" He asked, breathing heavily as he pressed his hands into the floor on each side of her head, pressing the bulge in his jeans against her wet core.

Her hips jerked up towards him and her thighs spread wider, biting down on her bottom lip with a pouty moan, "Just fuck me," She growled as she reached down and jerked at his belt. With his help they had his cock out and her hand wrapped around it, stroking it hard in just a few moments time.

David pulled the v-neck of her dress down enough to expose one of her breasts, leaning down to run his tongue over her nipple. His teeth found the flesh on the side of her breast, scraping it in the way he knew she liked, making her whimper as she brought his cock down her wet sex. His tip found her and his hips instinctively pushed the tip in, "Fuck, babe."

"Don't get soft on me now," She snarled up at him, all white teeth and red lips, the scar on the top one making her look fiercer. Her hands shoved up the back of his shirt under the fabric and dug into his flesh the same moment he sank himself into her hear, ripping loud moans from each of their throats. "Do it like you mean it."

"So-fucking-tight," He mumbled as he began to rock his hips into her with slower, deep thrusts, letting her adjust to how hard he was in the moment. His hand gripped her thigh, bringing it up his side as his other arm propped up on his elbow over her. Their mouths found one another's in a hungry kiss, tongues invading and fighting for the other's space.

Soon their movements sped up, Regina's hands clawing down his back as he drove into her as deeply as he could go. Her head fell back and her eyes clamped shut, noises coming out of her that he hadn't heard in a while. David bit down on his bottom lip in concentration not to blow early despite the way she clenched on him as he hit her g-spot over and over, "C'mon, scream for me."

"Fuck-almost-there-" Regina choked on syllables as her hands pulled him close and she curled upwards, rocking her hips into his thrusts, feeling the burning building deep inside of her. "Harder!"

David groaned loudly into her neck before he began to slam himself inside of her, curling his hips as he did so. She was soaking wet and he was sure she'd brought blood with her nails in his back. He cursed as he felt her walls clench him suddenly and her back arch up from the floor, lifting his head to watch her face, "Oh-fu-oh-god-Regina!"

Her scream was so guttural that it went silent halfway through it, which was a good thing considering where they were. He thrust through her orgasm as she soaked them both, crying out and writhing beneath of him. Both of his hands gripped her thighs to keep her in place as he let go with one last deep thrust, both of their releases dripping out of her by the time he was done.

It seemed that this wasn't over, after all.