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Birthday Bonding	By : ChloeBarnes Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 11777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Birthday Bonding
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Title: Birthday Bonding

Pairing: David/Emma/Snow

"Come on," David told her, "it's your birthday and you've finally got your parents here. What do you want? What's something else you've never had before?"

As Regina would have it, Henry was spending the first half of the day with her and would be spending Emma's birthday dinner with her and her parents. For now though Emma was on her own with her parents. And David would not quit with his pestering. She was glad they cared, but this was ridiculous. Her parents were there for her birthday. Was that really not enough? It was the best present she could have asked for... Well, for the most part.

"This is fine, really," Emma told them both. She didn't want to hurt their feelings, knowing they seemed to want to go all out for her, but there wasn't that much she could think of.

"Well, there is one thing I know Emma hasn't had..." Snow mused with a glance to David.

"What?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Glancing to Emma next, she answered, "I know this was said in confidence between friends, but I think it would help cheer Emma up a bit."

Emma's eyes began to widen. There had been many things she and Snow had spoken of before they knew of their actual relation to one another. And a lot of those things had not only been extremely personal, but were not the sort of things she would knowingly have told her mother. And certainly not something she would wish for her mother to tell her father!

Without an outburst from Emma, though having seen the apprehensiveness on her daughter's face, Snow moved to David's side to whisper it in his ear. The only thing worse was seeing David's expression go from curiosity to consideration.

"Tell me you didn't," Emma told Snow. Of those several conversations, there were only a handful she could imagine Snow would feel the need to whisper into someone's ear.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Snow told her.

"Yeah, your mother was the same way when we first... But it's okay. We can work on that," he assured her.

"Then why did you have to whisper it?" Emma all but whined as she ducked her head down onto the counter, wanting only to hide. Why did she have to let her guard down with Mary Margaret? Why did she have to tell her some of her inner most secrets? And why the hell had she thought it a good idea, even if a few glasses of wine had been to blame, to tell her about some of her issues in bed?

Snow sighed. "We just want to help you, with anything you might need. Or want."

Looking back up at her, she asked, "So now what? Now you want to take me to a bar to hook up with the first guy who isn't someone I've already met in the hope he can get the job done?" Even Neal had tried and failed. Not all women could get off on penetration, why was her mother making such a big deal about it?

"Of course not," David told her. He wouldn't have some random stranger or anyone else he didn't trust touching his daughter. "Like we said, we'll help you through this ourselves. After all I've already been through it once." He couldn't help a small chuckle at the last bit. Snow had been certain she couldn't orgasm that way either in the beginning, but he had been happy to work to prove her wrong. And he had succeeded. Looking to Emma, deciding the curse was to blame for why he couldn't entirely look to her as he would had Snow and he raised her as their daughter, he was sure he could do it again.

"You?!" Emma cried out. She was definitely shocked and a little disturbed. But that was what she supposed bothered her most. She was only a little disturbed... This was not normal. But then, what about any of this was normal? Her parents were fairy tale characters, she definitely hadn't grown up with them, she still hadn't had time to get used to the idea of them being her actual parents, and they didn't even look nearly old enough to be her parents. And, if she were honest with herself, she doubted she would have turned either down had they come up to her at a bar or anywhere else a couple of years ago. Maybe Archie had been right those months ago. Maybe she should have gotten a few sessions with him.

"I think it's a great idea," Snow told them. "David certainly helped me through it."

"He's supposed to. He's your husband, he loves you. Why wouldn't he offer to help with... that?"

"I love you too, Emma," he told her.

"You're supposed to love me as my father. And fathers definitely are not supposed to offer that to their kids."

"I will admit between the curse and the coma and a few other things, the whole parent-child aspect here has been left that a bit muddled for us. But, as it is your birthday, and this is something you've never had, along with having us both here, why not enjoy it?"

"There's enjoying one's birthday with your family, and then there's doing something that's likely to leave the would-be child traumatized."

"Emma, you aren't a child anymore," Snow told her. "And wouldn't you rather experience something like that with someone you love and trust and who certainly knows what he's doing?"

Snow was entirely too calm about this in Emma's mind. But as she looked back to David, who seemed actually more concerned in that moment than hopeful, she found herself nodding. She would most definitely have to make that appointment with Archie later, and maybe an extra one to punch Regina for this curse yet again, but if this was what her parents, god help her, wanted to give her for her birthday... then she would accept it.

"Okay, so where would you prefer to do this? In here? Or in the bedroom?" David asked Emma. She was the birthday girl after all.

"Bedroom," she answered quickly. Henry wouldn't be back for several hours, but this still wasn't something she could handle having happen in the living room, particularly not right in front of that window which was directly behind the sofa. This would have been so much easier if they were still Mary Margaret and David Nolan, she thought to herself. A threesome with her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend, that wouldn't have been new for her. And at that moment she decided that was how she would continue to think of this. If her friend wanted to share her boyfriend, or husband, with her then so be it. But her mother sharing her father with her was still too weird to comprehend... Especially when said parents looked to be her same age.

As if reading Emma's thoughts, Snow closed and locked the bedroom door once they were inside. She didn't feel particularly ashamed by this, but she could sense Emma's want for as much privacy as she could get, so she was happy to oblige. Anything that would make this easier for her.

David got himself situated on the bed first, sitting up against the headboard and looking on at his girls. He was sure they would understand his needing a minute. This hadn't been his first thought either, but he was more than happy to get ready as quickly as he could for it. Not wanting to seem too eager however, he rested his hands just below his hips.

"So... what now?" Emma asked with a glance to Snow over her shoulder.

"Now, I suppose, we get more comfortable," she answered with a glance to Emma and then to David.

Emma watched as, in response, David lifted off his shirt and tossed it aside. And damn, she thought, as she looked to his defined torso. Clearly those years of sword fighting really had paid off. It was entirely too long before she realized she was biting her lip. It was only when she felt Snow's fingers at the buttons of her own shirt that she seemed to be brought back to reality.

As he watched Snow slip the shirt from Emma's shoulders, David had to admit to being impressed himself. Clearly it wasn't just Snow's chin their daughter had inherited, but also a slightly larger version of his wife's breasts. Breasts which, even confined in that black bra Emma was still wearing, were causing him to grow much harder than he expected to get so soon. Maybe he shouldn't have worried about seeming too eager and taken off his jeans already, he thought to himself.

"Okay, now what many seem to forget is that it isn't just about one area," Snow spoke. "Sometimes you need more. Rushing definitely doesn't help, and ignoring areas that also stimulate you tends to hurt the process also."

That much Emma definitely knew, but she stayed quiet.

"But sometimes what's also just as easily forgotten is that sometimes your brain is so focused on what you're doing, if you're doing it yourself, that it isn't able to be surprised," David added. "Like the difference between you touching yourself and someone else doing it for you. Your brain doesn't know what the other person will do, but it would know what you're going to do."

She hated to admit that sounded about right, which explained why even her hands had managed to only frustrate her most of the time, and why she had depended on other sources over the years.

"And that's why we're going to start you out a little slowly here, since this obviously works better if you're already worked up," Snow told her, quickly unhooking Emma's bra from behind her and smiling as Emma lowered the straps from her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor.

Though Emma's eyes had been on the falling bra for a moment, she hadn't quite missed the image of her father shifting his now very obvious erection in his jeans. It was then she very definitely felt a familiar wetness pooling between her thighs. She might have cursed her body's reaction to that, but that bulge in his denim jeans was downright impressive. Maybe Snow and he were right. Maybe he was the right man for this job after all. (Not that size was everything to her, but it would help her to be turned on, and right then, the implied size of David's cock was doing wonders on her imagination.)

"What do you think, Emma? Are you ready to try this now?" Snow asked her.

She glanced to her mother first, and then her father before answering. "As I'll ever be." She unbuttoned and shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her surely drenched panties on, and made her way over to the bed where David was still seated. Shirtless and hard. She swallowed.

"Okay," David spoke as he stared up into his daughter's eyes, "tell me, are your breasts particularly sensitive? Do you enjoy having them touched or massaged?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Good," he told her. Looking to Snow, he added, "For now you can help her there, and I'll get started here."

Emma didn't quite know what he meant until she felt Snow behind her again, this time pressed against her, her hands moving to caress and even massage her breasts, occasionally stopping only to roll her nipples between her fingers. Emma couldn't help the moan that escaped her at the sensation.

Before she knew it, a pair of large hands were pulling down her panties and she instinctively stepped out of them. There would be no denying the effect this was having on her now. The wetness, her scent filling their senses, how taught her nipples were growing under her mother's attention. And now as she opened her eyes again she could see her father on his knees in front of her. Her head was swimming with both wonder and anticipation.

"How does this feel to you?" David asked as he lightly trailed his middle finger over her wet slit, merely brushing her clit.

"G- good," Emma told him. "But that's easy, that's what usually works," she added.

David nodded. "Exactly. We want you properly aroused for this."

So far it was working, Emma had to admit. She didn't want to think where Snow had learned her technique, but Ruby would be Emma's first guess. Her attention back on David, she glanced down to watch the first two fingers of his right hand slip into her. She moaned again, unsure if it was more out of the sight or feel.

"Is that good too?" David asked her, keeping his hand still, unsure if she would want him to go higher.

"Yeah." And if his cock was as thick as those two fingers were together, she had idea this plan of theirs might work after all. As much as part of her wanted to shut that thought out, her body betrayed her once again and her muscles clenched around her father's fingers.

"And this?" he asked as he pressed just a bit higher, curling his fingers upwards into her. He had to admit she felt incredible so far, tighter than he might have imagined, and his dick twitched at the thought of feeling those same muscles around him very soon.

"David," she moaned, unable to think of another way to answer. Though part of that may have also been her mother choosing then to tweak both of her nipples at the same time. She couldn't claim she was about to come, but that did feel good. Her body was growing warmer, her legs were beginning to shake ever so slightly, and she could not take her mind off of that denim imprisoned bulge which now seemed to almost be taunting her.

David let his fingers slowly stroke her, enjoying the feel of her wet heat drenching them. He smiled as she moaned, watching as her breathing quickened, seeing how she responded beneath Snow's touch as well. Whether or not she would admit it later, he was sure this would be her best birthday yet.

"I- I can't do this standing," Emma finally admitted as her hips bucked towards David's hand. It had been minutes now and she knew she was no closer. Wet and frustrated with her heart pounding... Just like all of the other times.

David and Snow each smiled. With that David finally unbuttoned his jeans and lifted up off of the bed just enough to be able to take them off. Clearly it was time for phase two of this plan, and he was certainly ready.

Emma's eyes went wide, unable to look away, as David let his jeans and boxer briefs fall to the floor. Now there was nothing left to her increasingly heated imagination, and she was finding herself disturbingly thankful for that.

"Okay, come sit on my lap," David offered.

Emma did as she was instructed, trying not to ogle her father's massive erection. She had turned him on... Or something about this had. And now she was sitting naked on his lap, just in front of him, straddling his thighs. And her mother was still looking on.

"Would either of you like for me to stay?" Snow asked. She was fairly sure her role here was complete. Emma would be good hands from here. Quite literally, she thought to herself.

"No, I think it's my turn now," David told her. Snow's job here had basically been to help convince Emma that this would help her and then to help arouse her. Now it was his job to keep her aroused and finally give her the orgasm no other had.

"Okay then, have fun," Snow told them as she headed out of the bedroom with a smile.

Emma glanced over her shoulder to the door, unable to believe her mother would still let this happen. But then she couldn't claim to entirely mind given where and how she was.

"Look at me," David told her as he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I'll need you to tell me how I'm doing. This isn't me using just what I've learned from Snow. This is taking what you yourself enjoy into account as well."

That sobered Emma slightly. No one else had ever put it quite that way, implying they were literally there for her and her pleasure. Granted it was still weird given who it was in this case, but it was also kind of nice. With that, she nodded.

"Now I know you enjoyed this," he told her as he let his fingers return to her slick folds. She moaned as if to prove him right. "And this," he added as his lips briefly latched on to one of her nipples.

Emma moaned again, this time lowering her hips further onto his hand, ready to ride them so long as his hot mouth moved only to suckle at her nipple or for his tongue to dance against it.

"But this is what we're really here for," he told her a moment later. She looked to him in confusion for only second, only until she felt the head of his cock being guided towards her opening. "Are you ready?" he asked, his blue gaze locked on hers.

Emma swallowed and nodded. The man who she had come to find out was her father was about to literally be inside of her. And she didn't have it in her to either protest or complain. She wanted it.

David went slowly, careful so as not to hurt her or to rush her. Only it proved to be his turn to groan as she slid down his impressive length to take all of him. She was still hot, still so went, and now wrapped completely around him. David wouldn't let himself think too much about it then. This wasn't about him or his need or his desire. This was about Emma, and giving her what she'd never had.

"You're, wow," Emma told him. She was still a little stunned by this, but she was certainly beginning to enjoy it more now.

David smiled. "Is this position alright for you? Would you rather I laid down? Or -"

"No, this is really good," she answered. She often preferred to be on top, but this, with her arms around her partner's shoulders, face to face with them, connected as David and she were then, was her favorite.

He smiled again. "Do you want me to go higher?"

"I just want you to move," she admitted, her knees digging into the mattress beneath them.

He did as she asked, or perhaps ordered, slowly again and she raised up as he came back down. Clearly she was picking up on his train of thought, though she seemed to be picking up speed. Soon it was becoming clearer that she liked to be in charge, he couldn't be sure whether she got that from him or Snow, but he enjoyed it. Either way it was familiar and he supposed that could have been one of her problems with any other she had been with before. If they had tried to take the lead rather than let her go about it in the way she chose, it would certainly make sense. With that David chose to stay where and how he was with one tight around her middle to keep her steady and let his other hand cup and occasionally squeeze her ass. She moaned louder each time, picking up her pace once again until finally she was absolutely riding him, chasing the orgasm which he would be damn sure to give her.

Emma swore under her breath in surprise when she felt herself actually getting close. It was the closest she had ever come like this, with David's hands and mouth nowhere near the parts of her that usually made her cry out. Faster she bounced, still unable to believe it, getting closer with every thrust David gave. She couldn't deny she was also impressed with his ability to keep up with her, his arm holding her tight, him clearly still focused on his apparent mission even through his own groans and quickened breaths.

It was when she opened her eyes again, to find him staring down at their joining with his mouth half open that the sudden waves of pleasure came crashing over her. Only a gasp escaped her, but she was certain he felt every shudder that surged through her slim body.

Indeed David did, and he couldn't deny his satisfaction with himself. Still, he quit moving just long enough as she came, not only to preserve that sensation, of feeling her hot muscles coiling around him, of her juices drenching his still throbbing dick just as they nearly had his fingers earlier. But he also knew better than to let himself come right then. It hadn't been easy to stop himself as it was, not with his victory coupled with how amazing she had felt around him, but he managed. Years of practice, he presumed. Also too the sex alone may have been wrong, but that would have been worse.

Only when she began to move again, even if to lift herself off of him, it proved too much. With a groan of, "Oh, god, Emma," he came over his own chest.

Emma couldn't decide what she felt at that, or at the sight of him finally laying down, panting, a moment later. She had turned her father on, the sight of her bare breasts had gotten her father hard, and she had just made her father come... After he had gotten her off in a way she had never expected from anyone. She supposed it didn't help that the only other time she had ever experienced an orgasm that powerful it had been from under the shower head back at her Boston apartment.

Turning to her, David smiled again. "Happy birthday, Emma."

"Thanks, David," she replied, even more unsure if she would ever feel comfortable calling him "Dad" after this. Deciding to bite the other bullet, she added, "And thanks too for the one of best birthday presents ever."

"You're welcome. Any time," he told her. He wasn't sure he should mean that, but he did. He was never one to back down from a challenge, particularly not one as rewarding as that one had been. "Just remember that was from your mother and me."

"I don't think I'll be forgetting that any time soon," she replied, deciding that maybe she wouldn't need Archie's assistance after all. Maybe her relationship with her parents was pretty screwed up in more ways than she had initially thought, but if it led to more days like that, she decided she could handle it.

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