CHAPTER 3
When David returned home after his shift at the station, he found Mary Margaret waiting for him with a smile on her face that he was surprised to see. Since Neal had been born, he could count on one hand the number of times he had seen her look at him like that – a mixture of desire and lust that he had to admit was stirring him.
"Where's Ne-", he asked hesitantly. But she launched herself at him before he could finish, kissing him furiously. He relaxed into the kiss, matching her passion with the joy of his beloved wife obviously wanting him. He felt her hands snake around his neck, drawing him closer if that was at all possible. Gasping, she drew back, eyes filled with promise.
"Belle offered to babysit. We have the house to ourselves…and I have plans for you," she added, her voice dripping with suggestion. Throwing away the last vestiges of doubt, David decided to make the most of this opportunity and followed her lead towards their bedroom without hesitation.
Later, they lay cradled in each other's arms, exhausted but supremely satisfied. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and caressed her cheek gently.
"That was quite an experience, my Queen," he teased. "That thing with your tongue? That was new."
"You liked it?" she asked, a hint of doubt creeping into her voice, unsure.
He held her tighter. "God, yes. It was amazing. You are amazing." He felt her relax into him again, confident she had given him quite the encounter.
"Who do I need to thank for suggesting that one to you?" he teased. He heard her sudden intake of breath and turned to look at his wife. As he did, something caught his eye on the nightstand. Mary Margaret's usual pile of favourite books sat there, but on the top was one he had not seen there before. Although he had seen it. A bit too often just recently.
"Please tell me I don't have to thank our son in law?"
She bit her lip and looked mildly ashamed – before her face transformed with a wicked and wanton smile that outshone the one she had greeted him with earlier in the evening.
"I may just have a few more tricks up my sleeve as well," she assured him with a decidedly naughty wink.
As she leant in to kiss him, slowly and assuredly, he decided not to overthink it.
Breakfast at Granny's with Emma and Killian was a long standing Saturday morning tradition. Mary Margaret and David arrived first, still blissfully content from an evening of passion that had continued once their small prince had been returned and slept. Cuddled in the booth together, the connection between them was palpable.
When Emma slid in to the booth, she noticed immediately how relaxed and happy her parents were.
"You two are looking pretty loved up for an old married couple," she quipped. David grinned in response, while Mary Margaret giggled in a way any child would find disturbing coming from their mother. Emma's eyes shifted between them.
"I don't want to know, do I?" she said, shaking her head. A sudden realisation hit her as she remembered the conversation of the infamous book club evening.
"Oh god," she sighed, "You read the damn book. I don't need to think about this. This is child abuse, quite frankly." It was at this moment that Killian joined them, looking curiously at Emma and then to his in laws.
"Is all well, Swan?" he asked. Emma just shook her head and buried it in her hands. Killian looked quizzically at David and Mary Margaret, then back to his wife. David's cheeks began to colour and Mary Margaret lapsed into a silent laughing fit that she tried to hide behind her menu. Emma let out a frustrated groan that had the other diners looking up from their pancakes in was beyond confused, a situation that was not helped by David reaching over to shake his hand.
"All is very well, mate," he stated. "But I believe a thank you is in order."