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3. Maybe Its Intuition.

Shower. She needed to shower but, ugh she didn't want to leave his arms. He was so peaceful in sleep, so gentle lightly snoring away. One, two three. Success! Picking up her discarded underwear and throwing them in the laundry basket she wonders what happened to his when she trips.

"Shit!" She hisses loudly as the jeans tangle around her causing the other foot to act as a saviour as it kicks the offending clothing away and checking she hadn't disturbed David before padding into the bathroom, peeing and going straight in.

Turning the dial up high, Mary-Margaret gives an "Ah" as the cold spray hits her drenching from head to toe. Like the rain the rain that soaked them her and her "Boy..." Banishing the thoughts away for a moment the teacher lathers and cleans. One-night stands were something she swore she would never do but, then… David.

And then the hot water hits. And she remembers the night before. His touches, kisses the way his body felt. Suddenly, Mary-Margaret finds herself reluctant to wash him off of her. The feelings he gave the way he made her sing against his subservient body. They deserve this again and again she decides turning off the shower and wrapping herself in a cream towel while rubbing her hair dry.

A few minutes later she lightly walks back into the bedroom expecting to see him still asleep instead he's standing in front of her fully dressed.

"Hi,"

"Ah… Good morning." Mary-Margaret smiles brightly chuckling nervously.

"Good morning." He returns shooting her a dazzling smile.

"Did you sleep ok?"

"Did you?" He counters.

They are both aware this is turning into the "we saw each other naked last night and I loved it" talk.

"Mary-Margaret."

"David."

"I wanted to say… Last night…. I…"

"Yes?"

Before he has a chance to say anymore his cell rings.

"Damn it. It's my Mom."

"Take it."

He gives her an unsure look but, she smiles graciously attempting to leave as he takes the call but, David stops her as he hits answer.

"Hi Mom, are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine I just stayed over at…" He gives Mary-Margaret a tender and thoughtful look "A friend's place to ride out the storm."

"No. I'm not telling you if it was a girl "friend." David chuckles tilting his head back and silently so does his lover.

"What do you mean?" He crinkles up his brow. "Who have you had your eye on?"

"The lovely girl who brought us muffins… I remember."

Mary-Margaret was dying inside. How was it mothers always knew? That instinct of theirs was incredible.

"Mary-Margaret is a pretty name." David agrees while looking directly into her eyes.

"Maybe I'll bump into her at Granny's later." He jokes but, is serious in his indirect message.

"I'll be home in twenty minutes ok?" "Yes I know."

"You never know when True Love's around the corner." "Bye."

Hitting "End" and putting it back in his pants he returns his full attention to Mary-Margaret who is suppressing heartfelt laughter and failing miserably.

"Soo?" Mary-Margaret said playfully rocking on the balls of her feet.

"So." He says huskily closing the miniscule distance between them.

"I do believe you might be bumping into me at Granny's?"

"I might."

"Possibly over a hot chocolate and some cake?"

"Maybe a nice stroll along the Toll Bridge after where a guy might woo a girl?"

"If he's lucky we might hold hands." She teases brushing her fingers against his.

"Just hold hands huh?"

"I want us to take things slow… David. I want to do this right from now on."

"Me too." He presses himself closer stroking her face and placing a feather-light kiss on her forehead.

"Come on." She tugs him towards the door grinning.

"What? You can't wait to get rid of me now? I'm hurt."

"Your mother's waiting… You said twenty minutes."

"I'll see you later though?" He asked worry in his voice as she held the door open and began to push him gently through it.

"Mary-Margaret I need to see you again." He says insistently turning towards her and causing her to join him in the apartment corridor.

"Meet me at Granny's at say 12?"

"Two hours?"

"Two hours David."

"See you then." He beamed turning the words into a delicate promise as he watched her hurry back behind the safety of the cream door. Her eyes linger as she slowly shuts the door.

When it's clear he has finally gone she sinks her body down against the door and gives a long and satisfied sigh.

….

"Thank you so much for helping me with the groceries son." Ruth smiled. Her boy had been home for an hour showered, changed his clothes and helped her pack away all the food all at breakneck speed.

"Anything for you." He smiled that smile the one that her dear Jacob gave. The one he gave when they were first courting. Oh how she missed it.

"What?" David chuckled.

"You're so much like your father. James had his looks but, you. You my wonderful boy… Have his kind heart." She held back tears.

"Oh mother." He pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back before releasing.

He hated seeing her cry and she knew it. Blinking back tears she regained her composure.

"So?"

"So."

"Who is she?" Ruth said almost musically.

"I'm sorry?"

"The girl. The one you've been thinking about ever since you got home."

David planned a retort but, was only met by rolling eyes.

"I'm meeting her in a little under an hour."

He watched as Ruth lit up. High on the mere thought of her son's happiness.

"In fact I better be going."

"So soon?"

David made his way halfway out the door before he replied: "I don't want to be late. I'll see you tonight."

Ruth pulled the door shut, all the while knowing. Knowing he was off to meet a certain school-teacher.

…

She was late. OH GOD SHE WAS SO LATE! Mary-Margaret screamed at herself as she dashed into Granny's her cream beret caught in the small momentary gust of autumn wind as the bell rang behind her.

"Ruby two hot chocolates please." Silently asking David's whereabouts with her eyes as she passed her the 5$ bill.

"Corner table. I'll be with you in a few."

"Thanks." Swiftly walking over to her destination she slunk down in the red leather chair and began the world's fastest apology. "I am so sorry I'm late I lost track of time and…. Stuck in my hair and… I ordered hot chocolates I hope you don't mind."

"Hi." David gazed into her admiring her red and white polka dot top and pants.

"Hey." She replied back as Ruby placed to hot chocolate's in front of them both.

"Extra cream, shavings and of course cinnamon." The waitress said before leaving them to it.

"Mmm… This is good stuff." David said placing both hands on the mug and blowing lightly. "The cinnamon is wonderful."

"It's a little quirk of mine." She says sweetly while taking long and graceful sips.

He's beginning to like these little quirks of hers he realises. He's beginning to like them a lot.

…..

After two hours of talking about everything from favourite colours to high school crushes the heavenly brown liquid has been drained away leaving nothing but, two empty mugs and two very happy people.

"You were not!"

"I was."

"I swear to God I was the Romeo for three years running." There's a glint of undeniable pride in his eyes.

"Figures."

"Well, who did you play then?"

"It wasn't really my thing… I was more into my fairy-tales and studying. I did get roped into it once though."

"Who did you play?"

"It's silly!"

"I just gave you five minutes of silly now spill Blanchard." He playfully commands watching as she blushed fire red.

"Juliet, I was Juliet."

Hi everyone. This chapter was a little shorter this time as I wanted to take on board what one of you said and make things between David and Mary-Margaret a little bit slower and more natural. The adrenaline has worn off and the romance will begin to bloom. The title of this chapter is taken from "I Knew I Loved You" by Savage Garden.

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