A/N: Hello dears, here I am again with yet another story. I don't know what I think about it, I actually don't. I have so many questions with how I am writing this piece, yet I feel comfortable writing it. I just... I just think it might be a bit too early for something, but you have to read it and tell me what you think so... Please, leave a review! Reviews are fuel to my writing!

Has she noticed me already? She didn't even glance at me, so I guess not. Maybe I should get her attention. Would it help if I shove my chair a bit further from the table. It would make a lot of sound, so let's see...? Emma did what she thought, shoving her chair further from the table she was sitting at and she waited, while looking at the brunette in front of the class. Apparently not. What if I cough? And Emma Swan did cough, harder and louder than necessary and Miss Mills still didn't turn around or look at her. The woman was writing on the blackboard, explaining things and asking some questions, sometimes turning around to ask someone something and she never glanced at the blonde.

"Hey, Ruby", Emma said not so quietly, "Would you like to hang out this afternoon?"

It didn't help that Ruby was sitting two rows away from her, so she had to speak up to get the attention of the other brunette who was in the same class as her. Ruby looked at her, practically begging her with her gaze to shut the fuck up because she got enough detention, but she nodded anyway.

"Great! We can go to Granny's if you like, and even hang out at…", Emma said, until a loud "Miss Swan" was going through the class. The brunette at the blackboard had turned around, was looking at her for the first time since the lesson had started. And Emma stared back.

"What?" Emma barked back. It worked. She's giving me some attention now.

Miss Mills eyebrow shot into the air, the blonde never had given her such a tone and was never this annoying in her class. She had heard from other teachers that she wasn't always a good student, but Regina couldn't agree with them. Emma was always on her best behaviour in her class, she was helpful and knew a lot of stuff about many subjects. But Regina had found out, the girl wanted her attention and a lot of it and if she didn't give it to her, she grew impatient. This had started a little while ago.

"If you want to discuss what you're doing after school, you have to do it in your break, not in my class", Regina said, looking the blonde in the eye, "or aren't you interested? If that's the case, please leave the classroom now. I won't tolerate you disturbing my class multiple times."

"Oh, I get the privilege to leave? That's not fair, Miss." Emma threw back. She didn't knew what was getting into her. She needed this.

"Actually, you don't. If you leave, you'll get detention and after school activities. I guess your classmates understand that this is also a rule for them."

"Ah, yes, of course. Because if we could leave whenever we like, nobody was sitting here in you class. I get it. But, Miss, I'll just skip this one." And Emma stood up, the expression of the brunette unreadable, yet, she saw a sting of pain in her eyes. It was behind the mask she was wearing and in no time, the expression was gone.

The brunette couldn't help herself and slammed her fists on the table: "Then go. I don't want to see you again today."

This isn't what I wanted. She shouldn't be angry.

"Now, Miss Swan, or do you want to have detention until the end of the year?" Her voice was hard and low. It was kind of sexy, and Emma got goosebumps from the sound, but she knew better than keep standing there. She got the woman angry.

Emma took her backpack and left, swinging the door open and shutting it with much more noise than necessary. She went outside, outside classroom and outside the building and once she got there, she took a cigarette. She couldn't help it, she knew she had to stop, she knew she couldn't keep affording those addictive things. Every time she finished a package, she told herself it was the last one. It never was.

Meanwhile in the classroom, after some mumbling, it got quiet again. Regna had acted like this never happened, she acted like she didn't care. She did. She did care about this all and even though she kept going on with her lesson, explaining what WIlliam Shakespeare had written in his novel and what other people had made of it, Emma was on her mind. The blonde had never showed any discomfort, she had never showed she didn't care about her class because she was always participating. Yes, it's true she participated less the last few weeks, but still, she never acted like this. She never heard her colleagues telling her stories like this about Miss Swan, yet she knew they would tell her they warned her if she told them this. When the bell rang and everyone had left, she sat down at her bureau. Her hands in her hair and sighing. When she heard the door open, she looked up and she saw the blonde.

Tell her you're sorry, Swan, do it.

"I came to get my detention", She said. Idiot.

Regina nodded, "Yes, you indeed did", she waited a moment, "Am I the only teacher you have a problem with?"

I have a serious problem with you, but it's not what you think.

"No, but I kind of need to get my feelings out in one way or another."

Well, it's the truth.

"I see…", Miss Mills kept silent for another minute, "I want you to stay after school, sometimes to help me with paperwork, a whole month long."

Shit.

"Are you kidding me? A whole month?!" Emma almost chocked

"It's not supposed to be something fun, Miss Swan."

You are going to be the death of me, Miss Mills.

"Hmm", Emma said, "And when is it starting?"

"Today."

Shit, I didn't get myself off… I'm not prepared! I won't survive this.

"Can I go to the toilet first?" Emma tried.

Miss Mills looked up, "You can't. You could have gone while you weren't in my classroom."

"Alright, I guess that's fair...", Emma said and took a seat. She waited and when she got bored she started shuffling on her chair.

"Can you just sit and do nothing, Miss Swan? I believe my colleagues told me you were pretty good at that."

"Right. Sorry."

It had been ten minutes since she sat down and the brunette had taken out her glasses and bended a bit so Emma had nice view on her breasts. It had taken a lot to not choke or die at that moment, and she started moving her hips against the chair as silently as possible, trying not to move anything. Yet, when the girl found the spot right spot a quiet moan escaped her lips. As quiet as the blonde thought it was, it wasn't at all and Regina's gaze went up. Yet Emma had her eyes closed and didn't see the brunette's face at first. The blonde was flushed from arousal and Regina just kept looking, a shocked expression had taken place on her face when she understood what the blonde was doing. Even though she wanted to ignore it, she couldn't. The brunette couldn't take her eyes of her student and couldn't help but feel her own wetness between her legs. She wanted to say something, she wanted to tell the blonde this was inappropriate, she wanted to tell her this couldn't happen, even though Emma was an adult, even though she was attractive. This couldn't happen, Regina knew she wasn't supposed to know.

"Emma", she said in a low husky voice and at that moment Emma came undone and her body went limp.

Fuck.

"I think we have something to talk about…", Regina said and looked at the blonde.

"I indeed think we do", Emma nodded, still panting.

Fuck.