This chapter is Rated M. If you're not into the naughty stuff, maybe give it a skip.

Mary Margaret and Ruby sat in the latter's living room two days after the run in with August. Ruby had managed to pull herself together that day and left with Archie, telling Granny she had a headache. Another waitress served them and Mary Margaret had to pretend like she had no clue what was going on. She was hiding a secret from her daughter and she hated it. At the same time, it also wasn't her secret to share. When or if Emma ever found out, she had to pray that she would know that.

"Have you and Archie thought anymore about what you want to do?" Mary Margaret asked.

Ruby shook her head. "I mean, we don't know for sure that it's the son we placed for adoption. I can feel it and Archie does too. But we have to do some more work to guarantee that he is."

"For what it's worth, everything does seem to add up. He told David that his biological parents left him at his biological father's mentor. He was raised there for six years and then his adoptive father passed away."

"Archie did a search on Marco and the timing adds up there. We had tried to reach out to him a few times over the years and he never responded. I always said he owed us nothing, figured he didn't want anything to do with the people that just abandoned a baby."

"You didn't abandon him, Ruby." Mary Margaret took hold of her hand. "You gave him up for adoption, because you were too young to care for him otherwise."

"We just walked away and never looked back."

"That's not true. As a biological mother myself, I know it's not. He was with you every day."

Mary Margaret couldn't get out of bed in the morning without thinking about Emma. She had thought she was with the Swans all that time, but she still wondered how she was. When she would've started school, she pictured what she'd wear or what kind of backpack she'd have. If she was going on any fun trips during the summer. Mary Margaret had always hoped Emma was better at making friends than she had been as a child. Her heart ached on every birthday or holiday. She wanted to be there with her. It's how it was supposed to be, but ultimately couldn't.

She was never with Emma in those 14 years, but it didn't mean that Emma wasn't in her heart.

"You thought he was safe," Mary Margaret wasn't sure if she was telling Ruby that or herself. "You thought he was with someone you trusted. There was no reason for you to go back for him. It doesn't change that you loved him."

Ruby squeezed Mary Margaret's hand. "I just don't know what to say to him right now. How to even get the ball rolling. Emma came to you guys. August doesn't even know who we are. I don't even know if he wants to find us."

"Just talk to him as a friend. It's better than nothing."

Ruby let out a sigh, but nodded. "That's what Archie said."

"At least you have him," Mary Margaret mused.

She looked around the apartment that her friends shared. There were pictures of various vacations, Archie's graduations and when they had gotten their beloved dalmatian. They had stuck beside each other through all of it. Even when Ruby went back to Storybrooke, they were still together. Archie had moved from Boston to be with her. They were each other's support system and Mary Margaret knew that as long as the two of them had each other to hold onto, they were going to be okay.

Mary Margaret tried to picture having that after her own experience. David holding her hand when she was forced to leave the NICU for the last time. Talking her through that first night back in her dorm when all she wanted to do was change her mind. Sure, if she had him in the picture, maybe she wouldn't have even had to give her up. At the same time, they were young. Maybe it really would have been the best thing for Emma if they had found a family for her together. But he had just abandoned her. He wasn't there for all the nights she cried. He didn't have to live through all the questions about what happened to the baby when she went back to classes just days after giving birth.

Like Mary Margaret and David, Ruby and Archie hadn't told many people about August. The difference was, they had each other to get through the hard times. David was able to escape the secret on his own. He could pretend like nothing ever happened. Walk to class, joke with his friends. Mary Margaret was the girl. She couldn't hide the still swollen bump or limp she walked with.

Hearing Ruby's story, seeing what she had, it made her bubble over with feelings she thought she had long buried. Mary Margaret had been alone for years following Emma's birth and she was tired of it. She wanted David in her bed. She wanted to make him feel everything she had. Sure, she couldn't give him the bump or the stretchmarks, but maybe she could give him a taste of the pain.

David was surprised to get Mary Margaret's text.

I need to see you. Come to the loft.

He knew that Emma was at Lily's (again), but perhaps she had come home early or there was something more they needed to discuss. David got into his truck and drove on over, heading up to the door he was becoming familiar with.

Mary Margaret opened it, looking good. Okay, so she always looked good, but there was something different about her. She had put on more makeup than usual and rather than her usual cardigan, she wore a tight dress that hugged every ounce of her body. She didn't say a word, instead just gestured for him to come in.

"Is everything okay with Emma?" He asked as he walked past her.

"Everything's fine." She shut the door. "I just wanted to see you."

"About…?"

"You kissed me the day she showed up."

David's cheeks flushed at the memory. They had agreed to never talk about it again. It was a stupid mistake, they were done. Long over. All the two of them had been was just a stupid one-night stand. At least that's what Mary Margaret kept clinging to.

"I thought we weren't going to talk about that."

"I changed my mind." She put her hands on her hips. "You hurt me, David. A lot."

"Mary Margaret…"

"I went to go talk to Ruby today and I realized that she had everything I used to fantasize about." She took a step forward. "A loving fiancé. Someone that stood by her side after they went through probably the hardest decision of their lives."

David nodded. "She told you about August?"

"Yeah, she did." Mary Margaret bit her lip. "Why did she get all that and I got a broken heart?"

David could see the pain in her eyes. He thought of when he got the papers in the mail, with the tabs telling him where to sign away his rights to his daughter. A part of him had wanted to call Mary Margaret and talk about all of it. Yet, he hadn't. They had made a deal, or rather, he had made a deal. They would go to college, give up the baby and move on with their lives. Looking back, he wanted to smack the younger version of himself for treating the mother of his child that way. She deserved better. She deserved so much more.

"I was a fucking idiot," he whispered.

"Yeah, you were."

David didn't know what to do when Mary Margaret kissed him. He didn't pull away, but he didn't return it at first. It took a minute for his eyes to close and to allow himself to get into the moment. They had just been fighting a minute ago, hadn't they?

Mary Margaret pulled away, just barely. "I fucking hate you," she whispered.

"I know."

Not as much as I hate myself.

David kissed her again. He needed to feel her once more. God, it was like the night they had sex. Once they started kissing, he couldn't get enough of her. He could still remember it all going by so quickly, her dress balled up in the corner and his pants barely having time to get off. He savored every single kiss that night. It wasn't like anything he had experienced with Kathryn. It was better.

He expected her to pull away or yell at him for instigating the kiss, but she started to lead him towards the bed. Her red lipstick smudged against his lips and he could feel it smearing on his teeth.

"What are we doing?" He grunted as he fumbled for her dress zipper.

"Don't act like a fucking virgin."

A loud laugh escaped both of their lips. David located the zipper and the black number fell to the floor to the flourish. She was stark naked beneath. Time and a baby had changed the body he had once seen 15 and a half years ago. There was some pudge and a scar along her pubic hairline. He ran his finger along it, shivering a bit.

"C-Section."

"I didn't…"

"How would you? You weren't there."

David flinched. Yeah, he should've seen that coming.

"You still look sexy," he told her.

And it's the damn truth. He's wanted this for so damn long and now…

Now, she's moved onto his own sweater, working it up over his head. David worked with her to help. Mary Margaret is rough. Her nails dug into his skin as she pushed him down onto the bed, causing some of the pillows to fall onto the floor. David stared up at her green eyes. They weren't full of lust or wanting. She wasn't happy in that moment. No, this was Mary Margaret on a mission.

This was hate sex.

She wanted to hurt him.

David let out a bitter laugh and kissed her neck, hard. If she was going to do this, he'd play hard ball. He sucked on her pale skin, focusing on the center.

"Stop it," she seethed. "David Robert Nolan, you are not marking me!"

"But you can leave scratches on me?" He panted, pulling away.

"Those will fade faster than a fucking hickey."

She moved down and ripped off his belt, throwing it to the floor. Next came his pants and boxers. They were both naked and exposed to one another. Both were panting, their eyes wild.

"You really want to do this?" He asked.

"I called you here, didn't I?"

"You asked for it then."

He kissed her again, being as passionate as he possibly could. She grunted and pinned his arms down as she slid down his body. She grinded up against his cock and he let out a moan. Her clearly freshly shaven pussy worked as friction and while it burned, it felt so good.

"Protection," he muttered.

"Oh, so now you're worried about that?"

"Mary Margaret!"

"I've got an implant."

That was all he needed to know. She reached over to the side table, nearly fumbling a few times to grab hold of the drawer. After finally steadying herself, she pulled out a bottle and squirted something onto her hands. She rubbed a generous amount onto herself and the image alone made him grow hard. She moved onto him, slapping it on. It felt cool at first, before slowly starting to give off yet another burning sensation.

Mary Margaret moved so the two became one. The lubricant made him tingle and he grew harder, the quicker she moved. He screamed and she smacked her hand over his mouth.

"If we get a noise complaint, you're dead," she whispered.

David smirked, debating moaning louder just to make her madder. Soon, she was moaning herself. She grabbed hold of his hair and his arms were around her torso. His cock slid in and out of her, the lube mixing together to become one. As she was clearly reaching her climax, she gripped harder, which only made him even further on the verge of coming.

"You're such an asshole!" She screamed.

"And yet here…we…"

He came. She orgasmed.

"Are."

Mary Margaret slid beside him, her chest heaving up and down. He looked at her with wonder and amazement. How had it been that good after 15 and a half years?

"Glad to get all of that out of your system?"

Mary Margaret breathed through her nose. "Honey, we ain't even getting started."

David looked up at the ceiling, debating if he could do it again. He knew he had feelings for Mary Margaret, the kind that went above hate fucking. He also knew that she was angry and this was a way for them to reconnect. Maybe this was cheaper than therapy.

(Maybe they were also both being fucking stupid.)

"I have time in between clients tomorrow," he said. "Sometime after eleven."

"That fits in just fine with my schedule."

She held up a hand and he clasped his within it.

So...thoughts on Mary Margaret and David's new arrangement?

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