Dreaming Out Loud

Captivated

Dreaming Out Loud

Chapter 12: Captivated

When she awoke the next morning and found herself spooned against him, she was still in awe that it was all real. Mary couldn't recall a morning like this; one where she awakened in the arms of a man. How odd was that? I mean, there had to be other times and other partners, or at least one, for Mary was for sure she wasn't a virgin. But nothing but fuzzy images came to mind. It didn't really matter, for she wanted David to be her only now and forever.

She wondered what was wrong with her that she couldn't remember any previous partners though. Just a fuzzy image and a name. James, she recalled. Yes, that was it. James...tall and blonde, handsome too. She spared another glance at David beside her. Hmm...she supposed she perhaps had a type.

She was sure it was different with David though. They hadn't just slept together. They were in love. They had made love and promised themselves only to each other. And she knew this was real. She, hopelessly single and lonely teacher Mary Margaret Blanchard, had found true love. It was surreal to her.

Last night left her breathless and unhinged in a way she wouldn't have thought possible. The physical part had left her feeling just as incredible as the emotional part. The memory of his hands on her, his lips kissing her all over, him inside her making them both feel like they were finally home made her giddy. Still, she was aware that adversity could come their way. Regina wouldn't let them be happy without at least trying to tear them apart. It worried her, not because she didn't believe in David's love, but Regina seemed to have everyone else under her thumb. But she let her worry slowly ebb away, as she felt his lips moving down her neck. She hummed and turned her head, meeting his captivating blue eyes with her own gaze.

"Good morning beautiful," he purred, as he pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

"Good morning yourself, handsome," she purred back, as he pulled her against him and kissed her deeply. That's when they heard Wilby whine at the door and he smiled, as their lips parted.

"I better take Wilby out," he said. She nodded and watched him get up and pull his clothes on.

"Come on boy," he called, as he took him out. Mary sighed and fell back into the soft down with a dreamy stare on her face. She was grateful that today was Saturday and neither of them had anywhere else to be, except for with each other. She got up and put her robe on, before going to the kitchen, intent on making them breakfast.

~*~

David picked up the Saturday paper, as Wilby did his business and skimmed the story about their valiant rescue of the Mayor's son.

"Oh...good morning, Mr. Nolan," Archie greeted, as he was walking by with Pongo. The two dogs sniffed at each other when he stopped.

"Good morning Dr. Hopper," he said coolly. He normally wasn't one to hold a grudge and he knew it wasn't really Archie's fault, but it was his words that led his (secret) grandson to go running into the mines.

"I'm glad I ran into you, though I am surprised that it's here," he said awkwardly. David smirked.

"Well, Mary Margaret is my girlfriend," he reminded. The ginger haired man reddened a bit, which David probably enjoyed entirely too much and he cleared his throat.

"Of course. I wanted to thank you for saving Henry. I would have never forgiven myself if something happened to him," Archie lamented.

"Henry is very special to us. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him or Mary and Emma for that matter," David replied. Archie nodded.

"It was still incredibly brave and you're right, Henry is a very special boy. I...I only wish Regina could see that," he mentioned.

"If the Mayor can't recognize what is right in front of her, then there is nothing you or I can do to change that. But we can stand up for Henry by standing up to her," David said.