This was a tumblr prompt from loverskisslikedeath. Hope you all like it and feel free to pm or review for me letting me know what you think!

Full Prompt: Hiiii~! You still taking prompts? Cuz I had a thought, while reading your Evil Charming fics, since you have Regina as a scratcher. I'd love love love a fic where David and Regina fuck (one time thing or an ongoing affair, idc) and David ends up having to explain the scratches on his back to Snow. Because yes. Hot and sexy, and fucking with Snow's head, which I live for LOL

David pushed Regina up against the foyer wall, kicking the door shut behind him. Pressing his lips to her neck, quickly and roughly, he rubbed her soft skin with his stubble. She tangled her fingers in his short hair and moaned at the slight roughness of his facial hair against her neck and collarbone.

"Gods David, I was wondering when you were going to get here," she whispered against his ear before she placed her hands on either side of his face and lifted his head so their mouths could meet. David loved being with Regina, he loved fucking her over and over any chance he could get. Yes, he often felt guilt over cheating on his wife and had he and Snow been having sex often as well, he would feel even worse. He moved his hands from Regina's face down the sides of her body, caressing each curve as he passed them. He stopped at her hips, keeping his hands pressed against them and rubbing circles into the dip of her hipbones with his thumbs.

Regina bit at his bottom lip, pulling it away from his teeth and sucking it into her mouth and moved her tongue over it. The woman knew exactly what to do to turn him on and the sensation was exactly what caused him to press himself into her, causing her to moan as she felt his hardness against her pelvic bone. Groaning into his mouth, she enjoyed the feeling as he slid his hands to her narrow waist and lifted. Regina wrapped her legs around his waist and directed him to take them upstairs. He took the stairs slowly, unable to stop himself from kissing the exposed skin at her neck and shoulders.

She rolled her hips against him, causing him to groan against her pulse point, where he was currently sucking. "Fuck, Regina. You're going to be the death of me."

"Is that so?" she teased. "Now hurry, because if we don't get to the bedroom soon, you may actually be the death of me."

He was taking the last couple of steps as she said that and hurried to her bedroom, dropping her on the bed and crawling onto the duvet, hovering above her. He lowered his mouth to hers and slid his tongue between her lips. Moving one hand, he began unbuttoning her blouse. After separating all of the buttons, he slid his hand underneath and kneaded one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb against the skin at the top of the bra cup. He lowered his mouth to her sternum and pressed kisses to the tight skin there. Regina reached her arms up and grasped the hem of his shirt in her hands, jerking the fabric up his body and over his head, causing him to stand on his knees to allow the fabric off his arms. While he was kneeling, she began working at his belt and jeans button. She pushed them off his hips, digging her nails into the skin on his hips before he stood up, kicking the clothes off his legs.

Before climbing back onto the bed, David unzipped and unclasped Regina's pants and tugged them down her smooth legs. She leaned up on her elbows to pull her own blouse off while David worked up her legs, kissing the inside of her right calve and thigh until his mouth hovered over her core. He blew his warm breath on the lace that covered her. After teasing her a moment, he lowered his mouth to her covered opening and licked the cloth that covered it. Regina raised her hips and moaned lightly, digging her hands into his hair.

She motioned for him to move up her body, so he did, pressing himself against her opening. She wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them so that she was straddling him. He smirked at her and reached around her back to unclasp her bra, pulling the garment down her arms and pulling her down with it, taking one perfectly shaped nipple into his mouth while his hand worked on the other. She ground her hips against his as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.

David felt Regina grind herself against him several more times before he turned the tables again and flipped her back onto her back. He moved to pull her underwear down her hips and off her legs. Kneeling on the floor, he pulled the backs of her knees down so her ass was on the edge of the bed. He made it his goal to give an almost literal definition to the term "eat out" as he went at her core with his tongue, lips and teeth. He nipped gently at her clit and slid two fingers into her opening, pounding them inside her roughly…just how he knew she liked it.

"Gods, David, fuck me already." And he obliged. He knelt on the bed sitting on the heels of his feet and pulled her body up to sit on his thighs, lowering her core to his hard member. Once he was at her entrance, Regina bucked her hips down to push his length into her. She cried out as he filled her and she pressed her feet to the bed, helping him as they moved together. She threw her arms over his shoulders and clawed at his back, digging into his skin; neither of them cared at that moment if she left any marks on his skin for they were enjoying each other's body too much. David slipped one hand between their bodies until his thumb reached her clit and he started rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. His free hand gripped her ass, squeezing her against him as they thrust their hips back and forth into each other. He could feel Regina tighten around him with each quick turn he gave on her clit and soon she was bucking involuntarily and erratically against him until her upper body rested against his. He slowed his hips until he could tell she was recovered, and when he began again she pushed him back so he was lying on his back and she was straddling him.

Regina began moving her hips in small circles and David reached his hands up, caressing one breast in each of his large hands, pinching at her nipples while she moved against him. After several minutes of working this way, David wanted to control the motions again and he took to flipping them once again so he hovered over Regina. He knelt on the bed between her legs and lifted her left leg so her calve rested against his chest and the back of her foot rested on his shoulder. Her other leg was bent at the knee and curled around the back of his thigh. He thrust himself back into her, reveling in the new tightness that this position created. Her left hand gripped at his right arm and her right dug into the muscles of his lower back as he pounded against her. He moved his back between them again and repeated his earlier actions of rubbing her clit. By time she began tightening around him again he was close to finishing, too, so he thrust harder and moved his thumb faster until they moved together with their release, panting against each other.

Regina moved her raised leg so it was resting against the bed and David collapsed against her. Neither was bothered by the action, whoever said that people could just have sex without growing attached was wrong…at least in this case, but it wasn't something they had talked about before. As David rolled off of her, Regina rolled over, too, propping herself up on her elbow and laying half on his chest. He bent his neck to look down at her and smiled as she stretched herself up to kiss him chastely.

"You outdid yourself this time, Charming."

"Likewise." He brought the hand that wasn't stroking her back up to her face and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I think this is my favorite version of you."

"What do you mean?"

"When you have sex hair and most of your makeup has been rubbed off because of sweat and kissing, and your face is relaxed and you have this…pleased expression on your face. You're really, very beautiful." She smiled at him.

"Thank you. You really are quite the…sweet man."

"Regina…what are we doing?"

"You need a definition?" she scoffed, only a small touch of ridicule in her voice.

"Whenever I'm here with you it's like the rest of the world doesn't exist and all I can see and feel is you. But when I go home I feel so much guilt."

"Do you want to stop? I mean…I'll understand if you do, because nothing good really stays around me anyway, and you know…I'm the other woman, it's not like you're cheating on me, so I couldn't be too angry with you anyway."

"That's the thing…I don't want to stop. I haven't slept with my wife in weeks because with her…I mean it's not bad, but she just always wants to make love and while that's nice…sometimes, it's very—"

"Vanilla?" Regina cut him off. David chuckled.

"Yes, vanilla." They both heard a phone vibrating and Regina reached over off her side of the bed and reached into David's jeans pocket for the phone.

"Speaking of vanilla," she said, reading that it was Snow calling him. She handed the phone to him and he slid the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"David? Where are you?" Regina could hear his wife asking.

"I just had to run out to check on something."

"Are you at the station?"

"No. I had an anonymous complaint about some kids in the woods and at the beach, so I was just running around checking on them. I'll be home soon."

"Ok. I'll see you in a bit, honey. Love you."

"Ok, see you soon, bye," he answered, hanging up the phone.

Regina looked at him, placing her hand on his chest and rubbing the skin there. "You didn't say you loved her back."

"We're not talking about this."

"Whatever you say, dear Prince."

"Well, alright your Majesty, I will see you later?"

"Mmm, tomorrow perhaps?"

"Maybe." Regina sat up while David stood next to the bed facing her and getting dressed. She felt light dampness on her sheets and looked down to see light blood prints in the shapes of lines on her fair colored sheets.

"Um, David, I need you to turn around," she directed, standing and waiting for him to turn his back to her. There were three sets of four scratches on his back and one set of four on his left tricep. For his back there were two sets of four that ran along his shoulder blades, one set was down above his "love handle" area. Surrounding all the deep, obvious scratch marks were lighter and likely not permanent ones, too. "We have a small problem, dear."

"What problem?" he asked, watching her closely as she retrieved a handheld mirror from her vanity table and handed it to him. He took it and allowed her to guide him so he was facing away from a tall, framed mirror. She raised his hand that held the mirror and guided it up so he could look in the smaller frame to see the reflection of his back in the larger one. He grimaced at the sight of the raised lines on his back and his tricep. "Well shit."

"Yeah…I'm not certain how you'll explain that. But…I could put some ointment on them and bandage them."

"Sure, uh, maybe then I could tell her that I got scratched in the woods." Regina pursed her lips, flipped her hair out of her face and nodded. She directed him to sit on the bed as she retrieved a first-aid kit and knelt on the bed behind him. She began tending to his scratches tenderly while mentally chastising herself on how much care she was beginning to have for him. She wasn't the type of person who loved someone that wasn't hers. No, she didn't love him, she was possibly deeply attracted to him, but that was an entirely different ballgame.

Later that night, David gave himself a washcloth cleaning, not wanting to remove his bandages and uncover the scratches Regina had made on his body. When he walked out of the bathroom, Snow stepped into his space and cupped the back of his neck in her hand. Standing on her tiptoes, she put her mouth to his and kissed him gently.

"David…I'm, uh…I'm ovulating. Do you want to try for a baby?" she asked tentatively.

"Snow, I'm really tired, I had a long day. What if we wait until morning?"

"David, have I done something wrong lately? I…we haven't made love in such a long time, since the last time I was ovulating I think."

"That's because all you want to have sex with me for! It's never been about passion or just enjoying each other's bodies except our first couple of times and the day after you and Emma got back! Every other time we've had sex it was because I wanted it or because you wanted to make a baby!"

"Where is this coming from, David?"

"I'm tired, Snow. Not tonight." He began to turn to his left, trying to walk away from Snow but she grabbed his right bicep, curling her fingers around his arm and squeezing. Ordinarily the action wouldn't have hurt him, in fact it would have barely been noticed, but the fact that he had four scratches in nearly the exact spot she grasped caused him to wince and let out a slight hiss.

"David? What's wrong with your arm?" Snow asked, pulling the short sleeve of his shirt up to expose the gauze Regina had placed there.

"Nothing. I got scraped in the woods."

"Well let me see," Snow insisted, tugging again at his sleeve.

"Snow! I'm fine!" David unintentionally shouted, causing Snow to anger quickly and cross her arms over her chest.

"David! You take your shirt off now! You're hiding something and I want to know what it is!" David knew that not taking off his shirt would be just as bad as taking it off, at this point, so he pulled his shirt over his head and Snow walked to stand behind him. She gasped when she saw the four separate bandages and began pulling them off. After all of them were removed, she knew why he had been so distant, why he disappeared for no reason sometimes, and she knew why he didn't want to sleep with her anymore. "Where did you get these, David?"

"I got scratched in the woods."

"Oh right, David. How stupid do you think I am?" she asked. She was furious. She walked to the stairs, pulling David with her as she went. She yelled up the stairs, "Emma! Emma come down here!" When the blonde emerged from her room and walked halfway down the steps, Snow turned David around and waved her hand in front of his back. "Emma, do you know what this is?"

"Oh, god, mom," she scowled, covering her eye line to David with her hand. "I really don't need to see the sex scratches you leave on dad." David dropped his head when his daughter revealed exactly what Snow had been thinking and exactly what David didn't want them to know.

"Oh, but Emma, see these aren't from me. I was just about to ask your father who his whore is."

David turned around to face the two women in the room and saw that Snow was standing there, her weight on one foot and her arms crossed. Emma, too, had her arms crossed over her chest, but now was crouching to sit on the stairs. "David is it true?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Snow, I just wasn't happy and whenever I'm with her I don't have to think about all of the bad things and I can let go of all the weight I feel on my shoulders. I can just be me and we just have fun without all this pressure I constantly feel."

"What pressure?"

"The pressure to be Prince Charming. The pressure to be King James. Snow White's perfect husband. To constantly be a hero instead of falling to my weaker urges and desires. Well, I did this time and I'm sorry, but a part of me really isn't sorry at all."

"How long? How long have you been doing this?"

"A while."

"How long is a while, David?" she screamed.

"A few months."

"Months? Months, David? How often? Do you sleep with her everyday?"

"Snow…no, just a few times a week. I'm sorry, my intention really wasn't to hurt you. At first it was just going to be one time, but then we just kept getting pulled back to each other."

"Oh my god," she whispered her realization. "You love her. You love whoever your whore is."

"She isn't a whore!" David raised his voice. "Don't you call her that!"

"Well who is she? Who is this home wrecker you've fallen in love with? What was it…was I not pretty enough? Was I not…what, sexy enough?"

"Snow, you're beautiful and plenty sexy. I just made a mistake, and then I kept making it and somewhere along the way I stopped thinking of it as a mistake and kept wanting to go back because I…I—"

"You fell in love? Sex I could handle, but you fell in love with someone else?"

"I'm sorry."

"Who is she, David?"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I should tell you."

"David! Tell me who she is! I'm not going to go attack her or anything I just need to know. I need to know what person thought it would be ok to break up my family."

David rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and lowered his head slightly in an attempt to hide the redness that was creeping over his face.

"It's uh…itsregina," he rushed.

"I'm sorry, I could have sworn you just said Regina, but I know I can't have heard that properly." He nodded.

"I said Regina. She's…uh, yeah she's the woman."

"Regina?" Emma yelled, moving herself into a standing position. "What is wrong with you, David?"

"The woman who tore apart our family? You love the woman who tore our family apart? And now she's doing it again!"

"No! This isn't her fault. She asked me if I wanted to stop…I'm the one who didn't want to."

"David…I…I can't look at you. You have to go." David nodded and went to their room and packed a duffle bag of his clothes to take with him. He nodded at Emma on his way out of the apartment and she just looked at him sadly. Snow wouldn't catch his eye so he just walked out.