Savior University – Future Storybrooke AU

The Wicked Witch was defeated 2 years ago. The battle with the WW was so large that it is now infamously referred to as "The Magic War", and made it apparent that for Storybrooke to survive it would need a trained knighthood. As more magical and fairytale persons keep popping up, many elect to join the Storybrooke Royal Guard, and apply for its rigorous training camp, Savior University, run by Emma Swan and Regina Mills.

*M Rating is for a very SQ future – I don't want to call this slow burn…perhaps medium? Medium burn? Medium well?

**Also, first attempt at FF, so help, please! Suggestions, criticisms, anyone interested in beta-reading…all helpful!

Emma Swan doing her morning chin-ups and push-ups were the former Evil Queen's favorite morning activity to watch. As the Queen sipped her morning coffee on the balcony of the campus main house, she watched as the Savior took off her shirt, preferring to work out in just a sports bra.

Thus, the Queen was free to watch the flex of every muscle; she could outline every bead of sweat slipping down the Savior's body. Regina's tongue flashed out of her mouth to lick the coffee flavor off of her lips; a poor substitute for where she really wanted her tongue to be this morning. If only the Savior had known that the Queen didn't need to start her morning coffee at 8AM. She could just as easily sleep a bit later, have coffee at home, and not come to the training grounds until 9AM. However, the sight of the Savior, shirtless, and now switching to sit-ups, made the decision of morning routine absolutely worth every second.

Since the Great Magic War against the Wicked Witch, the demand for knights in Storybrooke became apparent. It was decided that starting a Royal Guard would be the best solution, and that Emma and Regina would run training – somewhat of a magical military. Emma for physical training and tactics, Regina for administration. It would be a perfect balance if the two weren't behaving at all times like two teenagers with a crush on the most popular girl in school.

Emma now added running around the main training field as part of her morning line-up, still without a shirt on. If she were to be honest, she preferred working out with a shirt on. It catches the sweat and helps prevent sunburn. However, once she realized that not only had the Queen required all PT to be done in the morning, on the main field, and scheduled it in such a way that Emma would have to do her workout before the students arrived to have time to fit it in, she knew in all likelihood the Queen would be showing up to make sure that's what occurred.

And show she did. The first day of morning PT requirement, Emma showed early to get in her workout. And the Queen appeared on the balcony, far enough away that if Emma hadn't looked, she wouldn't have noticed, but close enough that the Queen could see everything if she chose to watch. This is when Emma made the split decision that a shirt wasn't necessary, and since the Queen then showed up every morning to "have her coffee", the decision served it's purpose.

If she glanced at the balcony she could see Regina licking her lips in such a way that she contemplated putting herself on the lunch menu for the Queen, skipping the charade and offering herself up. It's what she wanted. Clearly, it was what they both wanted. But Emma also knew that she wasn't interested in a one time locker room sneak-around session, and that if she seduced the Queen fully on any of these mornings, that's all she would get. And besides, she did enjoy this particular morning game.

"One more lap, Swan. One more. Don't you dare quit in front of her. She can see you." The Savior's conversations with herself showed what good motivation it was to have an attractive woman watch your workouts. The giant square field occupied a space larger than a football field in front of the main building that Regina primarily worked out of. There were chin-up bars, tire runs, pole riggs, and all kinds of outdoor training equipment on the sides of the field, which Regina had made sure were immediately available the day Emma had requested them when first designing the school.

"Nope. Not gonna make it…okay back to chin-ups. She likes the chin-ups," Emma said to herself, occupying role of both hunter and wingman in her head.

Regina, interestingly enough, was unknowingly answering through her own internal conversation with herself and her cup of coffee.

"I can't believe she's still running. She's going to wear herself out before breakfast! Maybe not. It's good to know that the Savior has…endurance. I'll bet the Savior has all kinds of endurance. Oh good lord not the chin-ups again!".

The chin-ups were by far Regina's favorite. They were her weakness. She knew to stay on the balcony during chin-ups, because if she were ever closer to Emma during chin-ups, Emma would surely be able to see the flush they cause across the Queen's face and chest. The way Emma's biceps flexed, the way Emma's abs tensed up on each pull, Emma's hair still long and flowing, perfectly framing her body…let's just say that many-a-mug of coffee had been sacrificed to this morning ritual, as Regina frequently lost track of everything only to feel the cup slip from her hands, each time trying to cover the smash with a coughing fit, which Emma appeared to buy.

As Emma heard yet another mug drop, she heard the sure-to-follow coughing fit that she wasn't buying at all. She smirked to herself.

"Mission accomplished, Swan. Hit the showers!" She said to herself. If this was the kind of grin she wore just from making the Queen drop her coffee, she could only imagine the shit-eating grin she would wear for weeks if she every actually gave her an orgasm.

She did chance a glance up at the Queen on her way in, who was already beet red, and still having a "coughing" issue.

"Mission very accomplished, Swan," Emma congratulated herself and continued on in the direction of the locker facilities, still wearing her sports bra and grin of triumph.

Keep going? Do we want a knight training school in SQ land? I know we all want Emma doing chin-ups, but do they warrant a fic?