Snowing time!

M.

MARY MARGARET'S POV

I stretched my back and my arms, feeling all my muscles stretch. It felt so nice. Slowly, I let my arms fall on the bed as I opened my eyes. A cork board with pictures of Emma, Ruby, Belle and I caught my attention, that was not in my room before. I looked around - everything was familiar, yet it was not my room. My sight stopped at a Breakfast at Tiffany's poster that was hanged next to the closet. Then I realised: I had slept on Emma's room. At least her old room, before she moved in with me.

What was I doing on Emma's house? I shut my eyes tightly, wishing to appear in my room when I opened my eyes, but nothing had changed once I did. At least I had my clothes on - nothing stupid had happened. I tried to remember what had happened yesterday.

After Emma had told David and Regina about her kinda-promiscuous past, David had asked me to go for a walk with him. I guided him to the Toll Bridge, it was my favourite spot on Storybrooke. It was the only place where I could relax and think; Emma knew about the spot, but she had decided to leave it just for me. "We all need our haven," the blonde had told me the first, and last, time I took her there. She never returned again, not even after we got into a fight, despite the fact that she knew I was there. She respected my safe place, and I couldn't thank her enough for that.

Flashback

David sat on the rock and patted the spot next to him, inviting me to sit next to him. "It's too cold," I said with my arms crossed. David smiled and then invited me to sit between his flexed legs, saying that the heat of his body will keep my back and legs warm. So I accepted, not only because the idea of being between David's leg thrilled me, but because it was really cold and I'd other wise get sick. After I sat between his open legs, he wrapped his arms around me to keep me warmer. My heart jumped inside my chest, this man would be the death of me. I thank God that it was dark and that I was not facing him, otherwise he would have seen me blush.

We didn't really talk, but I think David appreciated the silence in company, he needed to clear his mind. Obviously he was shocked about Emma's behaviour. We stayed there for a long time, long enough for me to start trembling, even if David had my body wrapped, completely shielded from the environment.

"I guess it's time to go," he said, sounding kind of sad, "I don't think Emma would appreciate if you get sick because of me," I replied with a shy smile.

On our way back we decided to stop at his house first to drink something and warm us up. I also took advantage of the detour to put on some of the clothes that Emma had left behind. Surviving winter was all about layers.

When I exited from Emma's room with two extra long sleeve shirts on, I saw David in front of the fireplace with two cups on his hand. "Hot cholate with cinnamon," he offered me one, "Emma told me it was how you liked it,"

"You called Emma to ask her that?" I asked amused as I grabbed the cup and warmed my fingers with it.

David lowered his gaze, "No, I - we talked about you," he admitted, "A lot of times, actually," his eyes met mine, "Wow, that sounded kind of pathetic,"

"No, that was sweet," I confessed, not moving from the spot where I was standing.

He placed his cup on the fireplace's mantle and walked slowly towards me, probably considering the fact that I would back off. But I stayed put. When he was close to me, he placed one of his hands on my cheek and looked into my eyes, asking me with his gaze if this was ok. I stared at his eyes, then at his lips, and then at his eyes again, those beautiful blue eyes. I caught him staring at my lips, I had seen too many romantic movies to know what was going on. A part of me wanted to lean forward and close the distance between me, but the other part wanted to take it slowly, to savour each second that passed.

I felt David's finger caressing my cheek as he leaned closer to me and closed his eyes, I closed my eyes as well. And then our lips met. An inexplicable sensation ran through every blood vessel in my body. I had been kissed before, but never like this. The only thing preventing me to tangle my fingers on David's hair was the cup of hot chocolate that I was carrying. I didn't want the kiss to end, but eventually we had to break it.

He stared at me, shock and happiness feeling his face. "That was - " he shut up, "It was like - "

I smiled sweetly at him, I knew what he wanted to say - he wanted to say it was like magic. But he was afraid I'd think it's clique and it would ruin the moment, "I know," I replied to free him from saying the word, "I felt it too,"

"You did?" he asked and I nodded with a smile.

He pressed his lips against mine one more time before we sat on the sofa and stared at the fire in silence. I was laying against his chest, he had his arm around me. I was too tired and too happy to think about anything to say, and I was pretty sure he was feeling that as well. I closed my eyes and breathed his scent, trying to enjoy the last moments of this encounter before I went home.

And then - I didn't remember anything else.

End of Flashback

I facepalmed myself, that brought me back to the realtime. I had fallen asleep on David, what would he think of me?

A little bit insecure, I walked out of Emma's room to find David cooking breakfast.

"Wow," he said when he saw me "Look who decided to join me for breakfast," I placed my hair behind my ear and smiled shyly at him. "We'll eat at the greenhouse, common," he said cleaning his hands with the kitchen towel and kissing my forehead, a simple act that almost made me combust of happiness "Grab the juice," David told me as he took two dishes with two ham and cheese tortillas

I followed him towards the greenhouse, not that I needed to follow him to know where we were going. The greenhouse was Emma's mother favourite room, the few times she was in Storybrooke she would spent hours and hours inside it. It also had the biggest orchids's collection I had seen in my life, once a magazine article was made about it.

"David, about yesterday," I said when he placed the dish in front of me. "I'm so sorry,"

"Why are you sorry?" he asked, I could see he was concerned. "Was it the kiss? Did I do something wrong? Because if you don't feel that way I take it back, I don't want to ruin -,"

"It's not that," I interrupted him with a smile. "I..." I looked for the right words to say, "I don't usually sleep at other man's houses."

He chuckled. "How can you and Emma be best friends when you are so different to each other?"

I shrugged. Sometimes I asked myself the same question. Maybe the law of Opposites attract was not exclusive for relationships, maybe it also included friendships.

He smiled, looking more relaxed now, "Mary Margaret, you slept on your best friend's bed,"

"Speaking of which, how did I get there?"

"I carried you," he said before giving a bite to his tortilla,

"You carried me?" I asked, genuinely mad at myself for not being able to remember it.

"After you fell asleep, I figured it was easier to carry you to Emma's room than to your apartment," I nodded, the boy had a point, "You drool when you sleep,"

"OMG," I said burying my head behind my hands. This was so embarrassing.

"It's cute," Cute? Only a Nolan could say that drooling is cute. That was something Emma would say.

Emma, my heart stopped. She had to be sick worried about me. I had never stayed at someone's place - other than her house and Ruby's. And knowing Emma, she had already organised a search party and reported me as a missing person.

"Hey, it's not such a big deal" David said, my face probably gave away that I was worrying about something. I was already finishing my tortilla, David was done with his.

"It's not that," I stood up, "It's Emma, she, I... I never spend the night out of house - not without her, she must be worried,"

He nodded, "Let's get you home, then,"

David walked me home, just as he was supposed to do last night; only that this time we were holding hand. Not in a hurry-up-Emma-is-being-arrested type but in a this-is-where-I-belong type. I only let go of him to reached for my keys. It was when I heard giggles. Giggles? Emma was giggling? I opened the door to my apartment with my eyebrows furrowed.

Then I saw Emma and Regina giggling and making pancakes in our kitchen, in my kitchen. Even though it was an endearing picture, I couldn't help but to feel bad, was it jealousy? I hadn't come home last night and Emma was making pancakes with Regina as if nothing had happened? It wasn't right, Emma knew it was not likely of me to spend the night with her brother, so why didn't she look at least a little bit worried?

And then a thought stroke me as a thunder, was Emma replacing me?

"I told you she was fine," Regina pointed out when she realised we were in front of them, "See, you worried for nothing,"

Emma looked at me, I couldn't read what her eyes were saying this time, it was the first time in years I couldn't decipher her gaze. Without saying anything, Emma walked towards me and hugged me tightly; not her usual I-want-to-break-your-rib-cage tight but more like you-scare-the-hell-outta-me one, the type she had only given me one time, when I almost drowned.

"Don't you ever do that again," Emma whispered to my ear, low enough so only I could hear it. "Don't you ever stay out all night without telling me,"

She had been worried, a little piece of me felt relieved, but the other felt guilty. I had been jealous because Emma was with Regina, it was wrong. She was finally in a somehow normal relationship. I was her best friend, I was supposed to be happy for her.

When Emma let go of me and she stared at her brother, a complex expression on her face, once again I couldn't understand what she was thinking. Her eyes shifted from David to me, and then she went back to help Regina with the pancakes. Regina and David didn't seem to notice Emma's abnormal behaviour, but I had. And I understood that we would have to talk about this, all of this - David, Regina, us being roommates - because it was all new to us, and somehow it seemed to upset us both.

Emma smiled at me, apparently understanding my thoughts, because when she looked at me I understood what she was silently telling me. 'Later, we'll talk about it later,' but I had learned something with the years, later in Emma-language didn't mean afterwards, it meant: someday this ticking bomb will explode. And that scared the hell out of me.