EC week, Day one - Caught in the Act prompt.
They’d been sneaking around for months. He would come to her office for his lunch breaks, something innocent enough that they could say they were working, should she get a different visitor, but private enough that they could enjoy their time alone. On weekends that Henry was with Emma, David would bring Neal over, and the three of them would enjoy some quality time together, doing kid friendly things Friday night until Neal was in bed, and then they would get to their less kid friendly activities, their moments alone spent between sheets, tangled together, hiding themselves away from the rest of the town, lest they receive any judgment.
Not that there ought to be; Snow had been dead nearly a year and a half now. Neal was just short of four, most definitely old enough to be telling people of his trips to Regina’s house, the ones where he and his father stayed all night and breakfast was made first thing in the morning, providing sustenance for two of her three favorite guys before they took off for the day, until after the evening came again and David could come back over. They’d been doing this for almost six months now, hiding their growing relationship from his family, from Henry… from everybody. It wasn’t by his choice. No, David wanted people to know, he was tired of keeping secrets, tired of asking his small child to, but Regina was afraid of what people might think. She didn’t tell him, but she feared everyone would remind David that his deceased wife was her archenemy for nearly a lifetime. She had fallen in love with Snow’s prince, and she didn’t want to lose him.
So David went along with it because he wanted her to be ready when they told people. He went along with the sneaking around and the keeping secrets, because he’d grown to love her and it was what she needed. Regina had agreed they would tell Henry and Emma soon, at least let their children know so that they didn’t have to hide from the people most important to them. That day hadn’t come yet, though, and so here Regina was, leaving Granny’s through the back door and into the parking alley behind the restaurant and inn, where David was waiting for her in his truck. It was past dinner time, and most people had gone home. Henry was with Emma and Neal, having a sleepover for David’s late shift at work, which he’d be heading to after their quick dinner at his house.
Slipping into the truck, Regina leaned over and kissed him, a faint smile playing at her lips as she pulled back and tugged her seatbelt on. “You know, I know it’s best we tell Emma and Henry soon, but I sort of like this sneaking around thing we’re doing.”
David grinned, shaking his head and stroking the length of her jawline with the back of his fingers. “I’m sure you do, and I can’t say it hasn’t been fun, but we don’t want them to find out on their own. Emma’s one thing, but Henry? I’m not sure he’d understand. Actually, I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on yet, since he’s nearly an adult and not nearly as naive as he once was.”
She nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “I know. Soon.”
He was leaning in to kiss her when his phone started buzzing, and David picked it up off the seat, seeing Emma’s name on the screen. He swiped to answer it, bringing the phone to his ear. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey dad, I just got a call forwarded from the station. There’s a complaint about some kids tagging boats at the docks. Can you answer it? Or come get Neal?”
David looked over at Regina and sighed. “Yeah, all right. I can get there in… maybe twenty minutes.”
“Yeah, that should be fine. I imagine if it’s teenagers they’ll either get bored by then or they’ll still be doing it and you can give them a slap on the wrist.”
“Alright. Have a good night.” He hung up the phone, then dropped it to the seat, settling his hand on Regina’s thigh. “Well, it looks like we’ll be missing dinner tonight.”
She nodded. “I gathered as much. That’s okay, I’ll go home and when you’re done, you can come over for a bit.”
David unbuckled, scooting over on the seat so he was closer to her. Cupping her jaw in one hand, he leaned in a pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I was so looking forward to having you for dessert, though,” he teased, bumping his nose against hers.
“Well who says we can’t have dessert first?” Regina smirked, moving her hand over his crotch and squeezing. “There’s plenty of space in this truck, and I bet if you park over by those trees, we’ll go completely unnoticed. It’s dark enough anyway.”
He chuckled softly, then moved back over and started the truck. Regina didn’t waste any time though, unbuckling and working both hands to undo his jeans as he put the car in drive. She couldn’t tug them down, but there was enough room that she could slip her hand into his boxers and take him into her hand, stroking him to get him fully ready for her. It never seemed to take much, and she didn’t know if that was testament to her skill or to his sex drive, or maybe it was both.
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