A/N: Smut-warning in this chapter! Thanks again to the awesomely talented letgolaughing for writing the second half of this chapter. If you haven't yet people – check out her fics, she is simply amazing!

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Chapter 15

He knew the second she awoke – despite his intoxicated state, David just knew that something big had happened. He moved to his feet on wobbly knees, nearly falling over. Emma was a blurry mess – as was the rest of the apartment – but he tried to focus on her.

"I need… to go."

He slurred the words and Emma narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see only one of him.

"What? Why?"

David shot out a hand to steady himself.

"I don't know. I just do."

Emma attempted to stand up, but fell back onto the couch with a giggle.

"You can't drive. I'd have to arrest you."

He shook his head with his own – embarrassingly feminine – giggle.

"No… I'll walk, don't worry. I want to see Gold."

She relented and closed her eyes, settling in on the couch.

"Cool. I want to sleep now."

The small sober part of David watched sadly as his daughter closed her eyes and he sighed before turning around and making his way out into the cold streets. The wind nearly caused him to lose his balance – although it could have been the alcohol – and he closed his eyes, wishing that the world would stop spinning. Before he knew it, he was at Gold's shop and he hit against the door furiously.

"Gold! Open up! Gold!"

He nearly fell over when the door swung open, finding a very annoyed Belle staring back at him.

"The door was unlocked, you know."

He grabbed her shoulder to steady himself and tried to open his eyes as wide as humanly possible.

"I want to talk to Regina."

Belle folded her arms after shrugging his hand off her shoulder.

"She's not here."

"Whaddayamean?"

Belle huffed at his drunken state.

"I mean… that she's awake and probably at her home."

Her words almost shocked him to sobriety and he stared at her, wide-eyed.

"How is that possible?"

Belle smiled with a small shrug.

"Henry. He…"

The rest of her sentence was left unsaid – before she could continue, he had run away in the direction of the mayor's house.

Henry had just gone to bed when the frantic knocking against her front door harshly pulled Regina out of her thoughts. She was glad for it – though she would not dare to admit it, she was quite afraid of going back to sleep and even more afraid of staying awake. Staying awake, meant that she would think – about Daniel, about her mother, about Snow's death, about David…A part of her was not surprised when she opened the door to find the charming prince leaning against the doorframe. She was, however, quite startled at his clearly inebriated state. For a while, all they could do was stare at each other silently – each preoccupied with their own thoughts. Regina tried to avoid his eyes, his presence reminding her of the strange experience she had had in the Netherworld. There was a lot to say – she wanted to say sorry for the loss of his wife, she wanted to ask him why he was there, she wanted to share her gratitude at his presence, but the words would not come.

It was David who spoke first, his voice cracking with emotion.

"You're awake."

"Yes, David," she repeated with a nod, "I am awake."

Perhaps it was the alcohol or perhaps it wasn't but with hardly a moment passed and without any consideration for being gentle with her, he reached forward and pulled her roughly toward him with his hands on her head as he stepped in to her home and in to her as he crashed his mouth on to hers.

She drew in a sharp breath through her nose and her hands flew up to her sides so she would not touch him. She stumbled backward a few small steps but he followed her without breaking his kiss. It was wrong, Snow had just died, he had clearly been drinking, she was suddenly and unexpectedly awake and that brought a lot of emotions to the surface, none of those were good things on their own and when all put together it was by no means a foundation for lucid thought or good decision making.

But that didn't mean her mouth didn't soften beneath his nor did it mean her hands weren't thrown in to his hair while one of his spread against the small of her back to press her against him. With a quick breath she kissed him back with just as much ferocity and hunger that he had shown. She raked her fingers through his hair and he kicked the front door closed as he bit down on her bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

It had shivers flying up and down her spine and the next thing she knew she was lifted, turned, and slammed against the wall with David's body against her nearly crushing her. She wound her legs around his waist with a quiet moan against his mouth. The sound had clearly snapped something inside him for quickly following the small moan were David's hands pulling roughly at her shirt, untucking it from the waist of her pants as his kiss grew rougher and harder.

Her breaths grew short, frantic, and needy when she felt his warm hands on her skin as he moved them firmly up her sides and caused her shirt to bunch up around his wrists. He tasted of alcohol but he was not a sloppy kisser. He knew exactly what he was doing.

His hands roamed heavily over her soft skin, feeling every muscle beneath move in turn. Lust had his fingertips bending further so his nails scratched down her sides and he forced her mouth open wider. Small whines and moans of pleasure sounded in her throat as her hands tried to grab at more of him. He dove to her neck and hungrily bit and kissed her there as he lifted his hands only to grip the open collar of her shirt and give it a good tug that sent the buttons flying.

She gasped when her shirt was torn from her body and then rocked her head back against the wall with a needy moan as she raked her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp as his hot mouth travelled lower and lower. "David," she forced out through gritted teeth as she wound her legs tighter and felt his now hard length press against her between her legs. Her body was on fire and any and every lucid thought was erased from her mind leaving her with lust and a desire to see how accurately that sleeping curse had conjured him.

Soon enough she was trying to get her shaking hands to cooperate and unbutton the small buttons holding his shirt closed over what she was sure was a delicious body. She barely got two buttons open before he was pulling her off the wall with enough speed to have her winding her legs tighter and taking a grip of his shirt with her hands to make sure she didn't fall from him. Not that his tight grip around her waist would allow for that in the first place.

Once her balance was restored she began working at the rest of his buttons. When he reached the bottom of her staircase she detangled his legs from around his waist and forced her way back on to her own two feet while her hands pulled at his open shirt so he would follow her up the stairs and not drop her on the way up himself.

She was grinning at him and she was sure that lust darkened her eyes as much as they had darkened his. Pupils blown with arousal as she backed up the stairs with one hand on the railing to aid in guiding her without looking while the other took hold of his belt buckle and kept pulling. He had her head in his hands and was kissing her hard as he eagerly climbed the stairs with her.

Up the stairs and down the hall and in to her bedroom he followed her and once inside he spun her around and all but slammed the door shut with her body and pinned her beneath him once more.

The sound of the door shutting loudly had her momentarily snapping out of her lustful daze and David moved his hungry attention back to her neck, "Henry."

"Well then you best be quiet so you don't wake him," his whispered lowly and scraped his teeth up her neck and bit down lightly on the corner of her jaw as he slid one hand up from her hip and reached right next to her side and turned the lock on the handle. Her breath was shaky and she shivered beneath him which simply had him wanting her more, "you think you can handle that, your majesty?"

"Yes," she gave a breathy whisper and turned her head a little in search of his mouth as lust clouded over her again.

"Good," he whispered and then without further ado he dropped his head and kissed her again, hard and fast as he tried to rip the shirt from her arms. After a few moments of fighting she finally helped rid it from her body. Her skin was soft and flawless as he moved his fingers down her bare arm and he groaned a little with her bottom lip between his teeth when he felt her strong muscles flexing beneath his hands as she pulled at his belt.

The next thing he knew he was kicking his jeans and briefs to the side and she had the palm of her hand moving heavily up his hard cock. He moaned against her mouth and jerked her hips toward his and was more than happy to feel her grind against him, one hand gripping around the back of his neck and the nails and fingertips of the other moving over his tip.

It had his breath growing shallower and rougher between desperate and fervent kisses. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. His hand traveled down her thigh as he swivelled his head for another kiss and when he came to the bend in her knee he lifted her up of the ground and she bounced gracefully off her other leg and hooked it around his waist as he spun around to the bed.

He dropped her on her back on to the bed with a bounce and placed one knee on the bed to keep himself from falling on to her. He quickly tugged the open shirt from his body and watched her chest and abdomen rise and fall with sharp heavy breaths. Then he was down on top of her again, catching her mouth in a rough kiss as he slipped his hands behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Once undone he moved one hand to the front and pulled at it as he moved his mouth to her neck and she let out a gritty whimper as her nails dug in to the back of his neck after she threw her bra to the side.

His hands moved down her chest, toying with her breasts, moving down her sides, feeling every beautiful curve and muscle in his travels. His mouth was not far behind either. Tasting her, biting her, kissing every inch of her. She pushed her chest up toward his mouth when his mouth closed around the top of her breast and then let out a low moan and closed her eyes as she rocked her head back in to the bed and he played with a pebbled nipple.

His thumb moved over the other and his hot and heavy breath chilled the damp skin, causing her to shiver in further arousal. He moved lower and lower leaving hot wet kisses all over her body and she felt her heart all but heat out of her chest when he started tugging open the clasp on her trousers. "Shit!" She gasped under her short breath and then let out a small needy whine when she felt his incredibly hot breath pant through her trousers and to her core as he teased her and kissed her through the fabric.

He was too overcome with lust and arousal to grin at her need for him and instead placed another heavy kiss to her core over her trousers and followed through with a teasing bite that had her moaning and rocking her hips to him. His fingers hooked in to the waist of both her trousers and panties and as he started pulling them down he whispered in a low and husky voice, "are you wet for me, darling?"

Her entire body vibrated at those words and a small whimper made it past her parted lips as she raised her knees a little to aid in taking the remaining clothes from her body. She was trying to get a handle on herself but with every touch and every sound he gave her she lost all control and was reduced to a needy woman all but begging for release.

His cock was throbbing he was so hard and his fingers dug in to her skin and muscle as he pushed his hands back up her smooth bare legs and he rocked forward so he was above her again and his mouth was hardly an inch over hers. He hummed in lustful delight when he trailed his fingers down between her legs and found she was indeed as wet as could be. Her nails scratched down his sides as she moaned and rocked her hips up to meet his but he ignored her request. For the most part.

With a few rubbed circles by his thumb over her clit, he got her started before her pushed two fingers inside of her and heard her breath catch in her throat only to be followed by a small moan. She raised a knee up against his side and tried to pull his head down to meet her in a kiss but he resisted and pumped his fingers faster. As fast as he could, causing her eyes to snap open and her body to squirm with the quick and sudden build up of warmth deep in her belly.

Her voice was quiet at first but as it started to grow louder he slowed his pace to an easy rhythm and dropped his head for a demanding kiss that muffled her whine. "Hush," he whispered and she drew in a shaky breath to try and gather her bearings as his fingers started to pick up speed again.

"Fuck, David," she whimpered quietly as her hands pulled at his hair. She pushed her head back in to the bed and rocked her hips in to his hand, feeling her climax grow closer and closer with the fast speed and the heel of his hand slamming against her clit.

She was so close to coming when he pulled his fingers out and she let out a frustrated huff of air as she groaned and whimpered and tried to get the sensation back. She was rewarded with David moving the tip of his cock up and down through her wet arousal. She moaned and rocked her hips in to him. Nearly reduced to begging him to be in her. He was hard and he was thick and he was long and she didn't think she had ever wanted to fuck anyone more than him right now in her entire life.

She was about to take him in her own hand when he finally started guiding himself in to her. Her mouth opened with a silent vocal of pleasure as he slowly filled her and her nails dug little half moon shapes in to his skin. He groaned against her neck as he pushed himself in and the sound of his voice had her shivering in delight and her brow knitting together with the higher pitched and gasped vocals she let out in to his shoulder.

Her toes curled and her knees rose higher and dug in to his sides when he started rocking his hips and his length slid in and out of her a few inches at a time. It was slow at first, giving them time to adjust and savour before he gradually picked up the pace. His teeth scraped down her neck and that sensation combined with his hot, heavy, moist breath had her crying out in pleasure through her teeth.

She didn't like to be quiet.

His fingers of one hand threaded softly through her hair before taking a good strong grip and sharply yanked it, turning her head to meet him in a hard kiss. It was a mess of teeth, lips, tongues, and hands and it only lasted a few seconds before they were out of breath. The pure hunger and desire in his expression when he pulled back was nearly enough to send her over.

He kept his one hand in her hair and moved the other to her chest, his large warm hand pushing down on her round breast to keep his balance and leverage as he began pounding against her. His hand squeezed her breast, his fingers sometimes digging in to her as a method of releasing good tension rather than voicing it. His growls and moans made it through his clenched and bared teeth while her more feminine voice was managed down to a quieter volume or left to be breaths with underlying whines or whimpers or combinations of both and many more through her open mouth.

She pushed her head back with a scream that was almost too loud and her body convulsed with a sharp jolt of added arousal when David hit a particularly sensitive spot. He pushed her further with his hot tongue and biting teeth on her throat as her head stayed pushed back in to the bed. The result was a strangled cry of pleasure and nails scratching down his thick and strong biceps.

"Quiet," her growled and bit her jaw and then hissed through a wave of warmth when she turned her head and closed her eyes with a small whimper. Her face was twisted with sweet agony and the sight had him moaning through his teeth once more as he let go of her hair only to push his fingers through it again to take a new grip.

He was starting to lose control, he could feel it. His heart was pounding, his breaths were impossible to come by, she was so wet and so stunning, the sounds she was making were getting to him more than he believed possible, and the small pains of teeth and nails were much more enjoyable than he would have believed.

He dropped down to her chest, his teeth catching her collar bone and his tongue tasting the faint flavour of salt on her soft sweet skin. The hand in her hair let go and moved down, slowly and heavily sliding down her side, feeling every curve and every breath until it settled firmly on her hip while the other stayed on her breast. She began to twist and writhe beneath him but it only encouraged him to continue relentlessly.

Heat shot through his body when her nails scratched up over his hips and sides and then to his back and shoulders. His grip grew tighter around her hip and his other pushed down harder on her chest, giving her absolutely no room to get away as slammed harder and faster against her and sucked hard at her breast, likely leaving small bruises in his wake. She let out a small yelp of surprise at the increase in pace and was quickly panting harder and trying as best she could to keep the screams she wanted to give down to the hisses and whimpers she could only give.

She was losing control of her voice just as quickly as she was her body and he was right there with her. When he felt her muscles start to spasm and heard her voice start to reach a volume that would wake Henry, he lifted his head and kissed her hard and deep.

She couldn't breathe. Not with him pushing down on her chest, filling her mouth with his tongue, and fucking her so hard she didn't even know which way was up anymore. She was not complaining though. She fought for air in through her nose as best as she could but it all didn't matter anyway when he pushed her right over the edge. She couldn't help herself, couldn't help the loud scream that announced the orgasm raging through her as he continued pounding in to her. His mouth muffled most of the sound but it was still loud enough to wake a sleeping boy had the door been open.

He came right with her. The sound and feeling of her coming around him had him spilling inside her with a loud set of groans himself. He continued thrusting, kissing her hard as well until the both of them had ridden out their orgasms to their fullest extent and only then did he slowly back off the pace and force of his movements until he was at a rest.

She had an arm hung around his neck and the other hand on his chest while she had curled in on herself as much as she could and rested her forehead against his. Her breaths were ragged much like his and hers still carried a small whimper beneath them. She was vibrating beneath him with left over jolts of excitement and pleasure as he slid his hand back up from her hip and to her face where he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and started laughing a little under his heavy breaths as he pushed his head against hers a little more.

At the sound of his laughter she couldn't help but smile and laugh a little with him before he dropped his head and kissed her. She let her head fall back in to the bed and he followed her down without breaking the kiss and relieved some of the pressure of his hand on her breast which made it a little easier to breathe. She could still taste the alcohol on his tongue but she doubted it was enough for him to forget her in the morning.