A/N: Incest warning. Zelena and Regina are sisters but they don't know they are. Cora gave up both Regina and Zelena and is teaching at the college they attend. She knows they are her children.
Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time.
"I think I objectify women," Regina says, staring at her dorm room wall, brooding.
"Nonsense," her roommate replies, "only men objectify women."
"That's sexist."
Her roommate tilts her head, red locks cascading.
"It may be," she responds, "but it's also the truth."
"Women can objectify women too, Zelena. I'm afraid I'm guilty of just that."
The ginger stops painting her nails and looks at her best friend.
"Why do you say that?" She was genuinely curious plus her friend seemed rather freaked out, she wanted her to know she was paying attention.
Regina deeply sighs, turning her head she faces her friend.
"You know of my illicit crush," Regina voices, slightly cringing.
"Darling, crushes are not illicit," Zelena tells her.
"They are if said crush is on your professor," Regina debates.
"So, it's your fault your body reacts like it's supposed to? Sweetheart, you do know that you can't control who you're attracted to, right? Stop beating yourself up. Leave that to me."
"While it's sweet of you to not think I'm severely disturbed, I disagree. Something's wrong with me. I've become obsessive. She's all I think about," Regina laments.
Zelena shrugs.
"Sounds like a standard crush to me."
"It's not. It's... Creepy. I'm creepy.
Zelena rolls her eyes. Her friend was being dramatic.
"Just what's so creepy about your crush?"
"Well, number one: she's always on my mind. I think about her constantly. Number two: I try to see her as much as I can. I'm stalking the poor woman. And number three: she's my professor. I shouldn't be thinking about her sexually. It's like," Regina sighs, "I see her only as a sex object and she's not! She's so much more."
"Hey," Zelena sits down next to her friend, hoping to console her, "fantasizing is normal. You understanding that your professor is more than someone to just have sex with, is you not objectifying women."
Regina was doubtful, her face crestfallen.
"I'm disgusting," she muttered.
Zelena wraps her arm around her friend.
"You are anything but disgusting, Regina."
Zelena begins caressing Regina's hair, their touch making the red head's core tingle.
"Now, what do you mean you're stalking her?" Zelena inquires, Regina's head on her shoulder.
"Well," Regina starts, embarrassed about her most recent actions, "I may have printed out her class schedule for this semester. So I uh know when and where she's teaching class."
"Oh," Zelena voices, "and you've been following her?"
"No. I just wanted to know when she'll be leaving her office so I can catch a glimpse of her from afar."
"So you're not really stalking her."
"I might as well be."
"Would it make you feel better if I took her schedule from you and ripped it to pieces?"
Regina knew she should say yes but it wouldn't make her feel any better. And because it wouldn't make her feel any better she knew she was disturbed.