Starting the chapter off with two warnings: One, there is smut in this chapter. Which isn't a big deal, but I know some people don't like it, so skip to the page break if that's not your thing.

Two, there is sexual assault in this chapter, which has nothing to do with the first point. Read at your own risk.

The first thing Mary Margaret thinks when David kisses her, is that he still tastes the same. Raspberry Chapstick combined with peppermint gum, the latter being the only thing to help him quit smoking. She's enamored by this, just as she was the first time they kissed.

They stand and he pushes her against the island, his arms locking around her waist. She wraps her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. If she does, it could all be a dream. She certainly does not want to wake up.

Eventually, he pulls away, his forehead touching hers. Their breaths pant in near perfect synch and she tightens her grip on him.

"Don't let me go," she whispers. She's vulnerable and she hates being that way around David after all they've been through, but she can't help it. He has and always will be her kryptonite.

"I'm not letting you go again."

He adjusts his arms to lift her into a fireman's hold. They resume kissing as he carries her to the bed, gently laying her down. He sits beside her and she maneuvers her arms around him. She feels touch starved, needing the reassurance that he's not going to disappear. She starts kissing his neck, turning the act to sucking once she hits his sweet spot. He lets out a moan and she claps her hand over his mouth.

"Do not wake Emma."

"Got it."

She continues sucking and he clamps his mouth shut, letting out quiet noises as she leaves her mark on him.

Their clothes are discarded in a heap on the floor and they get a good look at each other for the first time in years. It strikes Mary Margaret as odd that nothing has changed for him. He's still got the abs that he worked hard for during their marriage. She's memorized ever inch of his body, including the scar on his shoulder. He doesn't remember how he got it, says it was probably something his drunk father did at one point or another.

He runs his fingers down her breast, gently toying with her nipple. Mary Margaret bites her lip with glee, moving her hand down to relieve the building pressure. David smacks it away and rubs two of his fingers against her clit. A moan escapes her lips and she grinds against his touch.

"Lube…second drawer on the nightstand."

He reaches over and fiddles it out, applying some to his index and middle fingers. The overwhelming scent of cherry vanilla fills her nostrils. His fingers come inside of her and she tilts her head backwards.

"I remember what my baby likes," David whispers.

"Faster," she demands.

He obliges, his fingers working double time. She grips his skin, her nails dragging down his chest, leaving another sign that she was there.

"I want you in me."

"Already on it."

"No, David," she whines. "I want you in me."

David's fingers pause. "Protection…"

"On the pill."

That's all he needs. He smiles and moves his fingers out. An erect penis awaits her as she straddles him. Bending down, she steals another kiss, grabbing onto his hair. She stares down into his deep blue eyes, her heart fluttering.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you, too." The words are like warm water, welcoming her home.

He's inside of her now and she wants to come right then and there. She grabs his ass and lets herself leave another mark. The hickey will be harder to hide, but she can do whatever damage she wants to the rest of his body. She licks his chest and he grabs hold of her short pixie cut.

"God…I didn't think…" He mumbles in ecstasy.

"It's like riding a bike."

"I want to come for you, baby."

"And I want it too, but this can't end. Not yet."

He nods and grabs her breasts, twisting her nipple. She has to bite her tongue to stop her from screaming. His fingers massage the area and she can feel the floodgates coming. She can't hold it back, not anymore. Her body relaxes as she comes all over his penis and she tilts her head back, letting out a long laugh.

"Come in me, David," she says.

"Your wish is my command, darling."

It takes a few thrusts but soon, she can feel herself wet with more than just her own pleasure. She falls beside him, panting against the pillows. He lays his head on her shoulder and she kisses his curls, inhaling the sweet strawberry scent. All these years and he still has the same shampoo.

A half hour later, they're clean and under the covers, his arms locked tightly around her body. She's staring at the brick wall by her bed, reveling in what just happened. Earlier today she was ordering Chinese for one and now…

Now, she doesn't know. It was amazing, but what if it was just once? What if it was all their emotions bubbling over into a quick moment of passion? What if…

"What's on your mind?" David asks.

"How can you tell that there's something on my mind?"

"Because I know you." He brushes a kiss against her temple and chills run down her spine. "Spill."

Mary Margaret rolls over in his arms, the sheets sliding down a bit. "David…this was amazing…and perfect…but…what was that?"

"Well, I'd think you of all people would know..." He trails off with a smirk and she rolls her eyes.

"David, I'm serious. We've been divorced for a very long time and tonight…we kiss…and then…"

David sighs, his comedic side dropping completely. "I know. It's a lot. But I don't want this to be a heat of passion."

Hope rises in Mary Margaret's chest. "You don't?"

"Of course not." He runs his thumb against her cheek. "I love you, Mary Margaret. I never stopped. I thought we missed our moment but I look around Storybrooke and see that things are changing. People are reuniting and forgiving…I don't want to spend another 23 years wondering what could've been."

Tears prick her eye. "Neither do I."

"So…where does that leave us?"

Mary Margaret pauses for a moment. "I want to say we can jump right in, but the truth is…we can't. I mean…we did and it was awesome…but there's a lot that's happened. We've both changed, a lot, since the divorce. We barely know each other anymore."

David nods. "I know."

"So, I say let's get to know each other. We can't exactly date like nothing ever happened, but we can learn about one another through spending time."

"Basically…we'd be back together."

Mary Margaret smiles. "Yeah…we would be."

"Dinners, walks in the woods, picnics by the lake…"

"Just like old times," she kisses him and he deepens it for a moment. When they pull away, she allows what she's buried for the past few minutes to emerge. "I don't think we should tell Emma."

"Why not?"

"Because a lot is changing for her. She's agreed to move back here and live with me. She gave up her old job. She has to handle Regina and adjust to being around Henry. Our divorce period was a shock to her and I don't think she's had time to fully grasp it. I don't want to throw something else at her."

David smiles, stroking her cheek again. "You're a good mom, you know that?"

The tips of her ears burn as an easy smile goes across her face. "So, you agree?"

"I think while we find our footing, she doesn't need to know all the details. But we should tell her, soon."

"Deal." She lays her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Stay?"

"There's no place I'd rather be."

Emma stumbles down the stairs, rubbing her eyes. She had every intention of sleeping in after the whirlwind day before but her body seemed to refuse to allow her to snooze past 8 AM. She had been greeted by the smell of pancakes, which confused her. Mary Margaret wasn't a great cook, she burned toast. Most of their meals were at Granny's or something quick and easy. In fact, from her time with the Nolans, the only one who could make pancakes was…

"Morning, Em."

She jumps, missing her footing on the last few stairs and going down on her rear. David drops what he's holding and rushes over to her. One of his hands goes behind her head, while the other cradles her back.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just not the most coordinated."

His forehead creases with worry. "I shouldn't have startled you."

"David, I'm fine, really." Her face is hot from all the fuss. He helps her up and she brushes herself off. "Outside a slightly bruised ego, there's no damage."

He nods, looking her up and down. "If you're sure."

"I am."

She follows him into the kitchen where a mountain of pancakes await, more sizzling in the griddle. An open carton of eggs sits beside a silver bowl. A mountain of ingredients are sprawled out on the counter, including her former foster father's secret ingredient: nutmeg. Open containers of fruit are nearby, while blueberries and strawberries garnish a nearby plate. She takes David in, he's wearing his typical flannel and jeans, but something seems different about him. He's smiling in a way he hasn't before.

"Not that I'm complaining," she says as she slides onto one of the stools by the island. "But what are you doing here?"

David freezes for a moment, his smile falling. But just as it's gone, it's come back again. "I just figured after the day you had yesterday, you deserved a nice breakfast."

Emma tilts her head. She's good at spotting lies and that's the least convincing one she's heard in a while. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Emma still isn't buying it, but he then places a tall stack in front of her. The butter melts down the sides and there's the perfect amount of syrup. Any questions she had, shoot out of her mind and she accepts cutlery from him. She digs in, savoring the first bite. She didn't realize how much she had missed David's pancakes until now. They had them almost every Saturday when she lived with him. She'd sit on the counter, helping him with "the secret ingredient". She was the only one allowed to know, even Mary Margaret didn't.

The door to the bathroom opens and Mary Margaret emerges, dressed in a light pink blouse and khakis. Her pixie cut is slightly curled from her shower. She spots David and smiles.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to make you guys some breakfast."

Emma looks between the two, her mouth full. "You didn't know he was here?"

"Of course not," Mary Margaret says.

Emma wants to argue, but the pancakes are too damn good. Mary Margaret sits beside her and David gives her a plate, along with a mug of tea. He slides Emma some cocoa, which she gingerly accepts.

"This is nice," Mary Margaret says. "I don't think we've had a meal together since…" She trails off, her face falling a bit.

Emma nods. "It was breakfast too. I don't remember it though."

"I do," David says, a sad smile on his face. "We had cereal, you were so excited because you found a toy car inside…"

"The Camaro," Emma remembers. She had been so excited because it looked just like her babysitter's. "I wanted to bring it to school for show and tell."

"That's right," Snow says. "And you, as usual, tried to steal your daddy…" She trails off, clearing her throat. Emma ducks her head away. "I mean, David's coffee."

"You never let me," Emma tries to lighten the mood again. "I thought I was so sneaky."

"Of course you were, Em," David says, patting her shoulder.

"Notice even now that I'm 28, I don't get coffee."

"I've seen how much you drink," he tells her. "It's not healthy."

"Coming from you! Your order is practically sugar with a side of coffee."

Mary Margaret giggles from around the rim of her mug. "You two are way too much alike."

"Are not!" Emma and David fight back in near synchronization.

Mary Margaret rolls her eyes. "Point proven."

It's a breakfast like old times. There's jokes and laughter. They discuss their plans for the day (David has to go to the station, Mary Margaret is running errands and Emma wants to go for a hike). Mary Margaret listens to what happened with Ashley, with Emma having no idea that she already heard it all the night before.

For a few minutes, Emma forgets reality. She forgets that she was ever separated from them, that their family fell apart. For that brief time…they're one again.

After breakfast, Emma heads upstairs and gets ready for the day. She loved finding good hiking spots when she lived in cities, driving for hours until she was in complete solitude. David's shown her some great ones practically in her backyard in Storybrooke. She hasn't had a moment to herself since she came to town, to really clear her mind and have no worries. She's excited for the day ahead.

When she heads downstairs, David's pulling on his jacket. She hates the ache in her chest that appears. She shouldn't be sad that he's leaving. She's gotten used to life without him after all. David looks over at her and gives a reassuring smile.

"Wanna have dinner tonight?"

Relief fills the pit of her stomach. "Yeah, that'd be great."

"Come to my place. I'll make something."

"You just cooked now."

"Still, I know you've been living off junk the past few weeks. You need a home cooked meal."

The corners of her lips turn upwards. "Alright, sounds good."

He leaves and after getting her stuff together, Emma follows suit. She drives her bug to the woods and heads off, the cool late autumn air falling over her. The woods are beautiful, mossy trees and the scent of dirt. There's probably a spot for camping, she hasn't been in…well, ever. She came close with Bill and Kate, but Lily had to go and ruin that.

Emma shakes the thought from her mind, before her beautiful hike is ruined. She could always go camping come spring. Maybe Mary Margaret would come, they could ask David...

"Stop," she mumbles. "You don't even know if you'll be here come spring."

She's letting the morning get to her. Emma knows not to get her hopes up. Life is known for doing what it wants, including letting her down. The less expectations she has for it, the better.

Emma's halfway through the woods when she hears a branch snap. Hand on the pepper spray that hangs around her belt, she whips around. She lets out a sigh as she finds Graham leaning against a tree.

"The woods aren't safe," he says. "There could be wolves."

Emma rolls her eyes. "It's 10 in the morning, I doubt the wolves are going to come out and eat me."

"You never know," he retorts, taking a step forward. "This town is weird."

"Yeah, it is." And you're one of the reasons.

"What I can't figure out, is how you seem to change everything."

Emma shifts uncomfortably. "I don't." Graham keeps walking closer and she moves back, until she nearly stumbles over a twig. He grabs hold of her arm and she wiggles against him.

"See, you could've gotten hurt."

"I'm fine."

"The clock didn't move until you got back," he continues on, his grip tightening. She grits her teeth, pulling backwards, but it's no use.

"You sound like Henry."

"He's a smart boy, a little too smart if you ask me."

Emma raises an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means your son is telling everyone that you're the savior to this town's curse."

Emma finally manages to pull away, frowning at the small bruises that are already forming. "He's 10. He also probably still believes in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny."

"Kids tend to know more than we give them credit for," Graham's blue eyes train on her and her skin crawls. "And his book was very informative."

"Look, Graham, I really just wanted a hike away from drama. No Henry's book, no Regina trying to scare me away, no townspeople needing help…"

"I just want to understand."

Emma shakes her head. "If you need analysis, go talk to Archie."

"I want to talk to you."

"I can't help you."

Emma starts to walk away, but he follows quickly behind her.

"Wait, I'm sorry," he says. "I've wanted to apologize for the diner."

She's starting to get whiplash from this guy's mood swings. "You mean when you nearly took my head off?"

"I've been out of sorts lately…you have that effect on people."

Emma lets out a bitter laugh. "So, it's my fault that you're an asshole?"

"Emma, you know me."

"I knew you for five seconds when I was in kindergarten."

"Please, I don't want you to be angry with me."

Emma stops in her tracks, throwing her hands in the air. "What do you care how I feel about you?"

Graham looks at her, making her get uncomfortable all over again. "Because."

Before she can question it, his calloused hands are on her cheeks and his lips collide with hers. She struggles against him, finally finding a way to push him off. He stumbles backwards, his eyes wide.

"What the hell was that?!" She stares at him, her heartbeat quickening. "That was way over the line!"

"Emma, did you just see that?"

"See what? Your lips assaulting mine?"

"You..." He trails off. "I need to feel something." He goes to kiss her again and she puts her hand out as a buffer.

"Well you're not getting it with me!" Her legs move before she can even think about it, wanting to get away from this situation.

"Emma, wait!"

Against her better judgement, she turns back around. Graham grabs hold of her and pushes her against a tree, kissing her again. She squirms in his grasp, screaming against his chapped lips. The option to push him off is gone, her arms are pinned to her side. Vulnerability sets in and Emma feels the warm tears fall down her ice cold cheeks. She's scared. She wants out.

Finally, he lets go, staring at her in wonder. Emma doesn't stick around to yell at him this time. Instead, she races out of the woods, not stopping until she gets to her bug. She waits until she's safely inside to let the rest of the tears fall, her breath quickening.

"He's going to follow you," she tells herself. Her foot slips onto the gas and she drives, with no destination in sight. The tears continue to fall and she keeps looking back in the rearview mirror, terrified that the crazed man will follow her.

I know people are going to blame Regina, as they were when Graham was an ass at the diner. But remember, people without their hearts still have self-control when they're not being controlled. And Regina has nothing to do with this.