Part 1 :

"Were walking," Peter told Mary Margaret when she started to head towards his car. "If that's alright" he finished with a smile.

"Of course it is." She returned the smile and segued back towards him.

Peter wrapped an arm around Mary Margaret as they walked.

"Don't get any ideas" Mary Margaret smirked at him, when his hand started to travel lower.

"A guy can only hope" he sighed and immediately moved his hand back up to a more appropriate destination.

"You can only dream. Hope can mean to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence. Lord knows where and what you'll get if you have confidence so the proper term for you to use is to dream, mister. "

"Point for Blanchard" he chuckled.

"Thought so" Mary Margaret said with a spark of triumphant attitude.

His steps were in sync with the sounds of her heels clicking against the cement, as they slowly walked to the gallery. It was a nice calm night at Storybrooke. It wasn't too cold, hardly any wind- which Mary Margaret couldn't be happier with. Wind would only result in frizzy hair and she put a lot of work into getting this look. Mary Margaret looked up at the cloudless sky, the moon shown bright. It was perfect outside, typical Storybrooke weather.

"How has work been going for you?" Peter asked, breaking the silence.

"It's been wonderful. It usually is. I love what I do, I'm good at it." Mary Margaret smiled, happy that he seemed interested in hearing about her. He surprised her as much as she surprised him.

"Did all 15 of your students-not kids- dodge the flu bug that past town this past couple weeks?" Peter asked, with out missing a beat.

"Most of them. A few of them caught it though." Mary Margaret said and then smiled up at him. "You were paying attention."

"I've been known to from time to time." Peter stated.

Mary Margaret laughed.

"I like when you do that." Peter said tenderly.

"Do what?" Mary Margaret asked, amused.

"Laugh," was the response from the doctor. "Especially when it's because of you."

" I like that you make me laugh" she replied. His smile grew when she cuddled into his form as they continued walking.

" Good because I intend to make you laugh a lot more" he beamed.

The opening of the Storybrooke art gallery was crowded with familiar faces. Mary Margaret and Peter were impressed with the layout. Instead of the usual classical paintings, these were more modern art pieces.

Mary Margaret and Peter stared at a painting, their heads identically tilting as they took it in. Mary Margaret felt her phone vibrate.

"Who are you texting?" Peter asked when he heard her phone go off.

"I don't know, it's probably Emma." she took out her phone. She laughed when she saw who the message was for and read it.

"This painting doesn't look like a toddler made it at all, its art. It doesn't have to be exact…or perfect." she softly said. "You'd make the worst art critic, just saying."'

"Don't say it text it" Peter said. Mary Margaret shook her head and sent a quick reply.

Peter had already opened the message she sent before his phone was finished vibrating. "It's the central park in New York? I don't think so. I'm sticking with my answer."

"That's what the title says, Clement Greenberg" she muttered at the end of the sentence and walked to the next piece of art.

"Who?" Peter asked.

"Oh nothing he's just a well know critic, is all" Mary Margaret said absentmindedly and observed a mosaic made out of broken blown glass.

"I would like to do something like this." Mary Margaret she said half to herself. "That would be a fun project for me to do with my free time."

Mary Margaret's phone went off again. Instead of reaching for it in her purse she ignored it.

"I am not going to answer it" she looked at him with amusement.

"Come on" he gave her a puppy dog look. "It could be an Emma."

Mary Margaret gave in (when she couldn't stand to look at his eager and slightly demanding expression any longer) and read the message. "No, I'm not signing my name at the bottom of a painting" she laughed. "Funny….and tempting, but no."

"You're no fun" he smiled.

"I am tons of fun, thank you very much" Mary Margaret said matter of fact.

Peter and Mary Margaret walked around a little bit more, had an appetizer or two and shared a glass of Pinot Grigio.

"Trying to get me drunk again?" Mary Margaret eyed him suspiciously when he handed her another glass of wine once their glass was empty.

"Ok little miss, 'you can buy me two'… You seduced me, don't forget that."

"No I didn't…oh wait…Oh I guess I kinda did, didn't I?" Mary Margaret recalled and scrunched her nose at the thought.

"Don't look at me like it was a horrible experience. And no I'm not trying to get you drunk. I don't need to get woman drunk to get them to sleep with me." he shook his head. "If I rememmber correctly, you had a lot more than 2."

"And how many have you slept with exactly doctor" Mary Margaret put her hands on her hips and scowled.

"Not many, I play hard to get" he smirked.

"Right." she rolled her eyes.

"It's true." Peter said sincerely, "I can be a good guy-sorry 'good' is an understatement- I can be a great guy."

"Yea I know, I'm just wondering where that guy went, because I really miss him right about now."

"He's right here" he said haughtily and then paused. "I'm just being difficult, sorry. It's just the way I am, the way I've always been" he finished gently.

Mary Margaret looked at him, not sure if he was pulling her leg or if he was being honest. She could never tell with him. It was weird, because she was used to simple and charming guys like….David. No. Mary Margaret stopped her thoughts. Peter was fine the way he was, she didn't want to be reminded of what and who she once had. She didn't need anyone or anything to remind her of the pain and reject , so smart ass and self-absorbed was exactly what she needed. But he was also a decent guy when he wanted be and he was…80% of the time. It was time for a change, Mary Margaret thought to herself and smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" Peter said a little worried when he saw her face shift to several emotions in under a minute.

"Your cute that's why" she said quickly, telling him the truth didn't sound like the right to do.

"Thanks" he said eyeing her cautiously not sure what exactly had just gone through her mind.

"You want to go make out in one of the closets?" Mary Margaret said all of a sudden.

"Yes! Are you being serious? I don't need to tell you twice that I am so in." Peter started to nudge her towards the nearest closet.

"Of course not, you really are hopeless" she crossed her arms and walked away, softly laughing at him.

"Meanie head" he followed behind her. "I'm not hopeless"

"Oh yea? I bet you $100 that you will try at least once to get me to go home with you, whether it be a comment, innuendo, suggestion, glance, touch. Anything."

"You're on Ms. Blanchard. Easiest $100 I ever made" he replied. "Question though."

"What?"

"How would I get you to go home with me by touch? Just curious, so I don't do it?" he grinned.

"Hopeless" she said slowly and turned away from him. " And wipe that grin off your face."

Peter laughed and behaved himself as the evening went on.

For those of you who are reading, I hope you guys are enjoying it. Review if you have any words of advice (or encouragement) because I will most likely follow it and I will be very thankful ! I will try to do my best to reply to those who review. I promise to do my very best to update once a day, maybe twice on a good day. I head back to school tomorrow so I may not update till later in the day, but know that in my down time in bewteen classes I will be hard at work writing another chapter. What you can expect from this story I can't really say. There will be a lot of Mary Margaret and Whale scenes, a very jealous David, Graham will die eventually just giving you a heads up, humor, and david confrontations, adventure, steamy scenes, and let's not forget about the curse .If theres anything that you want to see happen, let me know and I will try and add it in. This isn't just my journey but yours as well. Happy Reading!