surprise! I know I said this was one of my least favorites, but I suddenly found some inspiration for it again... let me know if you're still interested, and what you think of this au! Xxx
"Do you want another pancake, Henry?" Mary Margaret smiled at his son over the breakfast table and David's first thought was how Regina would hate how his wife shoved Henry full of sugar. Mary Margaret meant well but she was the complete opposite of his ex-wife and it tended to cause a lot of tension regarding his son. It seemed as if he spent most of his time refereeing between the two.
"No thanks, I'm full," Henry smiled and wiped his mouth, "I love spending the weekends here. Mom only makes healthy breakfast," He scrunched his face, causing his wife to chuckle. David remembered the hours Regina had spent trying to make Henry eat healthy baby foods when all he wanted was the jam David had fed him a little of. He never heard the end of that one.
"You should consider spending the summer with us, shouldn't he?" Mary Margaret suggested and smiled, putting a hand on his arm that effectively pulled him from his memories.
"Uh," He bit his lip hesitantly, glancing at Henry whose eyes instantly brightened at the idea, "Well, we'd love to have you but we have to discuss it with your Mom, kid."
"But Dad," Henry began to whine, he and his step-mother sharing nearly the same expression now, "Its boring at Mom's...she doesn't let me stay up late like you do or have sugar! I want to stay here this summer."
"Your mom and I have an agreement on sharing you, kid. So that we both get time with you," David frowned, trying to explain it in a way that made sense to an 8 year old. It frustrated him that Mary Margaret would've said anything in the first place before speaking with him about it. It would only cause problems with Regina.
"Do you not want me here?" Henry asked with a hint of uncertainty and David's stomach dropped. The guilt that ate at him for only being in his son's life part time surged and he couldn't take it. He couldn't let Henry think that he only wanted to be a part time parent, regardless of the hell he knew this would cause.
"Of course I do Henry," He replied in his most reassuring tone, "I'll talk with your Mom and see what we can work out when I drop you off tonight, okay?"
"Yes!" Henry jumped up from his seat, hurriedly taking his plate to the sink, "I'm gonna go finish my game now!" He nodded enthusiastically before taking off out of the dining room.
"I'm sorry I wasn't thinking," Mary Margaret shook her head, glancing at her husband.
"I can tell," David replied with a firm tone and he saw her wince slightly when he he glanced up, "This is going to cause war with Regina, you know that don't you? I mean, I like that you want my son around but...his custody is an agreement between Regina and I."
"So I have no say in our family?" Mary Margaret's face drew into a frown and David's irritation rose at her acting like a petulant child. Regina and Henry had been his family and he'd foolishly agreed to walk away from them. He remarried to try to ease the pain of it but now he found himself caught in the middle of his present and his past.
"I appreciate that you want to spend time with my son, but you can't go putting ideas in his head when we haven't even discussed them with his mother, yet," David tried to explain, though his frustration was clear in his tone.
"Oh right," Mary Margaret replied, bitterness seeping from her tone as she stood to begin clearing the table, "Motherhood. Something I know nothing about considering my husband won't discuss having children."
"Not this again..." He groaned and ran a hand through his hair as he stood from his own seat, "I told you it's just not the right time."
"The trash needs taken out," She replied without looking at him, setting the dishes down in the sink with a thud.
He frowned at her abrupt shutting down of the conversation but didn't question it, stalking towards the pantry and removing the bag in a frustrated motion before silently leaving the kitchen. The muggy air outside didn't help his mood much as he made his way down the front walk, mulling over what Mary Margaret had said.
It was true, he wasn't considering having any more children right now. He was still working odd hours as a detective whenever there was a new case and any free time he had was devoted to Henry. He couldn't imagine adding another person to the mix that needed his attention.
He considered all of that, truly, but it wasn't the only reason he hesitated. Anytime he thought of he and Mary Margaret having a baby, Regina invaded his thoughts. How could he ever do that to her?
Having his child was something she'd literally craved, had went through hell to try to achieve. Both of them had. He remembered those goddamn shots he'd have to stick in her every morning. The way she'd cry when her period came a week later. How he'd have to hold her after another one of their friends announced they were having a baby.
Their marriage was over, but he couldn't imagine ever having to look Regina in the eye and tell her someone else was carrying his child. Therefore he used work and their schedule to continue staving off Mary Margaret from demanding a baby, keeping the biggest reason for not wanting one with her to himself.
"Oh hey, sorry, we were just headed out," Emma laughed when she reached for Regina's front door and David opened it before she could, he and Henry on the outside porch just getting ready to enter.
"Hey Henry," Charlie pushed past her mom, coming out on the porch to greet her playmate, "We just stopped by to see if you were in. Mom's taking me to the arcade to play the new games there, you wanna go?!"
David laughed at the two kids, glancing at Emma who wore the same smirk at how their children seemed to be two peas in a pod. Regina appeared in the doorway then, a faint smile gracing her lips at the sight of Henry before glancing at the two adults, "Not even home yet and he's ready to leave," She half joked at the way the kids buzzed to each other about the new games at the town arcade, but David could tell she was disappointed.
"Please mom we've waited all year for this! Pleaaaase!" Henry turned to her with his puppy dog eyes that immediately lit up when she sighed and stepped back inside the mansion, returning with a couple of twenty dollar bills for him.
"Behave for Emma," She warned with an arched brow and he nodded before practically jumping down the front steps, Charlie beside him with her blonde braids bouncing.
"I'll have him back by dinner," Emma chuckled with a nod at both of them before making her way down the walk behind the kids, helping them pile in the back of her Volkswagen.
"Here's his bag," David smiled slightly, picking it up from the porch as she nodded once and turned to go back in, leaving her door open for him. He was used to her being dismissive of him these days and it was always a good side when she didn't shut the door in his face, so he took it as a win.
"Just leave it at the bottom of the stairs, he can take it up when he gets home," She added without a second glance in his direction , making her way back into her kitchen on clicking heels.
David set the bag down, glancing around at his old home as the nostalgia set in. He shook it off with a frown, making his way towards the kitchen himself. He wanted to speak with her about the situation with Henry before Henry did himself. God knows that wouldn't end well for anyone. "Hey, we should probably discuss something."
"Robin will be here later, you're not coming back once Henry's asleep," She raised that same disapproving eyebrow at him she did towards Henry just moments ago. The subject made him glance her over once, appreciating the way her black dress clung to her curves.
"That wasn't what I was going to bring up, but I like where your mind goes," He grinned, leaning back against the counter as he crossed his arms and continued to watch her clean up the empty coffee mugs from she and Emma's visit.
"I'm not playing this game with you, David. What do you want?" She sighed, bending to put the mugs in the dishwasher before drying her hands off as she straightened and faced him.
"Henry mentioned..." he paused to take a deep breath for courage, "...an interest in staying with me over the summer."
"He what?" She questioned instantly and he saw the flicker of hurt flash across her features. No matter how she tried to hide her emotions from him he could always tell by her eyes. They gave her away before anything else.
"Don't take it personally, babe...he just...he's a kid. And my rules aren't as strict there, that's all."
"That's because you only have him on the weekends of course he considers you the fun one!" She argued, mouth dropping, "Someone has to give him structure. Did you tell him that?"
"Not exactly I just said we-"
"And don't 'babe' me," She frowned, stepping up to him then and closing some of the space between them, "Did Henry ask you this out right? Has he been thinking about it?"
He saw the worry creep up in her features and he knew he couldn't let her think that. Her son was the most important thing to her and she'd fought so hard to have him. Henry was her rock. David was about to start World War III, but it seemed better than letting Regina's feelings be hurt like that.
"No, of course not. Mary Margaret just mentioned it during breakfast that maybe he should spend more time with us..." David let out a breath, bracing himself for the rage he saw bubble in his ex-wife's eyes at the mention of his new wife.
"I see," She grit her teeth together, jaw clenching silently in a way that always told him when she was really furious, "Did you tell your plain looking goody two-shoes schoolmarm of a wife that she doesn't have a say in MY son's life?!" Regina growled the last words, poking David in the chest.
"As a matter of fact, I did," David frowned and grasped her wrist, staring her down just as intently, "Not in those certain words, but I let her know that we have to discuss those things before we mention it in front of Henry."
"She did that on purpose and you know it!" Regina nearly yelled up at him, posture tense and hopping angry at his point, "Let go of me you bastard! How dare you put your hand on me!" She jerked her wrist from his grip and he knew then she was spoiling for a fight.
"Actually it was you who put your hand on me first," He challenged her, pushing her back into the counter behind her with his own frame. She glared up at him as he leaned over her and she arched her back to look up at him, his hands coming to press on either side of the counter, effectively trapping her there.
"I hate you," She hissed up at him, chest heaving as her hands came up to push against his chest. Her small frame couldn't even budge him and he reveled in how angry it made her that she wasn't more physically powerful. So feisty.
"We both know that's not true," He replied, staring down at her intensely. She was a force to he reckoned with, all five foot six of her standing up to his six foot one. His blood was pumping straight to his cock now and he wanted nothing more than to bend her over the counter, but he wouldn't make the first move. He'd made the move last time and his pride wouldn't let him again. It was a game they played, each one of them giving in eventually when they wanted each other enough.
"Fuck you," She mumbled before reaching up to grip his hair tightly, pulling his face down to hers as she met him in a kiss that was rough. Teeth and lips. Moans erupting from their throats. She jerked on his hair and he grabbed her hips. It was animalistic in moments like this and they were both aware how keyed up each other was.
"Turn around," He murmured against her mouth before physically spinning her hips, hearing her moan when he attacked her neck with his lips. She pressed her ass back into his crotch and he stiffened almost painfully, running his hands down her thighs to grip her dress and start working it up her body.
Regina ground her ass against his throbbing member through his jeans, her back arching as she let her head rest against his shoulder. He intentionally sucked down on her neck a moment too long, leaving a mark he hoped Robin would see later as he finally got her dress up over her hips.
"Hurry up," She demanded, leaning forward as her front leaned against the counter and spread her legs for him. Her nails dug into the back of his neck where she cupped it when he pulled her panties to the side and felt the tip of his dick against the curve of her ass.
"Since when did you start wearing panties?" He grumbled, gripping himself and pushing his tip between her legs, rubbing back and forth until he felt himself sink into her entrance a little. A groan escaped him when he saw her back dip and her hips push back against him, impaling herself onto his dick halfway. He rutted inside of her instantly to make her take the rest, reveling in the yelp she gave.
"When you moved out," She admitted, mouth falling open when he started to move. His other hand came up her front, cupping one of her breasts to massage it as the other gripped the side of her hip.
"Fuck," He thrust into her repeatedly as they found a rhythm, feeling her pushing back against him in sync with his own hips. David thrust forward at the same time, making her take him deeper, feeling her quickly getting wetter as he hit her just right. "There it is," He smirked down her ear and grunted as he changed the angle of his thrust and heard her give a deep moan that let him know he'd found her gspot.
"Shut the fuck up," She replied through a gasp as her hands came down to press against the counter, using the stability to work her hips back on him faster. He pushed into her harder, both hands gripping her hips now, pounding her spot with precision he'd come to know after years of making her cum.
"Not until you scream for me," He replied breathlessly, barely holding on with how wet and tight she was gripping him, "You know I'm the only one who can make you feel this way," He panted, hearing her moan and whimper, eyes closed and mouth open as she worked her hips. It was intoxicating to watch her back roll as her hips pushed towards him and he felt her begin to tremble.
"Fuck, David I'm-" She almost whined as her hip movements became sloppy, his member stretching her in just the right way, hitting just the right spot. She began to babble then, her stomach tightening before her entire body began to convulse.
"Yes, fuck, oh god-" David groaned loudly when her muscles clamped his cock violently, coming with a hard gush as her back arched and her head fell back with a scream. "Jesus Christ, Regina," He groaned when her orgasm pushed him out of her with its force and release dripped down her thighs. He cursed when he heard her yelp from sensitivity as he pushed back in and pumped a few more times, elongating her pleasure before spilling himself inside of her when he found his own.
David had to hold her hips up as her legs trembled, leaning over her to catch his own breath for a moment, "Can you stand?" He whispered, no traces of teasing or cockiness in his tone.
"Mhm," She mumbled breathlessly pressing her hands against the counter for support as he pushed her dress back down over her thighs before sorting himself out.
He watched her turn around, seeing the way her neck and chest was flushed from her pleasure. Eyes that were once filled with anger and challenge now seemed a little sad as they looked up at him, and maybe even slightly embarrassed.
"The answer is no," She said, her shoulders visibly squaring, "We have a custody arrangement for Henry and that's not going to change because your wife wants it to. End of story."
"That's not why-" David began to argue back but she cut him off, irritating him all over again.
"I said end of discussion. You can see yourself out," Regina nodded once, leaning back against the counter, he assumed for support. She was acting strong and firm but he knew she was still feeling the affects of her orgasm and the emotions that sex between them always brought up.
"I see there's still no talking through things with you like an adult," He frowned, jabbing her back. He hated when she shut him out like this, but he supposed he deserved it.
"I see you still act first and think second," She smiled in a fake manner at him as she crossed her arms before nodding towards the foyer where the front door was. He shook his head angrily at her facade and that she had the nerve to use it on him after everything they'd been through together. His own emotions were swirling inside him as he spun on his heels and stalked out of the kitchen, praying for his own sanity that this time he could leave her alone.