For all intents and purposes. I do not own Once Upon a Time or these characters. I love this show and thought I should make up my own fanfiction.
I take a deep breath when I see his car pull into the school's parking lot. Everyday I fear that he won't show up, that he is sick, or dying. Of course he doesn't know that I care that much about him, nobody does. Sitting at my desk, the middle schoolers come in and out of my room for various reasons, tape, asking a questions, talking to their friends.
He has a family, a child and a wife. His son goes to school here and is in kindergarden. His wife, how I envy his wife, has medium length dark hair and a fit body, loves him. I have a son, Henry, who is the sunshine in my life, but who can't fulfill my needs all the time.
He moves to the threshold of my classroom door and leans to the side, putting the weight of his body on the door frame.
"Good morning, Regina." he says calmly, looking at me with his beautiful eyes. His clothes, old and stained, yet perfectly suitable for him, catch my eye this morning. He is wearing an oversized sweater and a pair of tan pants that are too short for him making it so you can see his socks.
"Good morning, Robin." I reply hoping I had concealed my nerves bouncing at the way he says my name. He moves closer to me, in his strut-like way of walking, and says, "So what are you going to do in class today?"
"Well, I honestly hadn't thought past first period today so I have absolutely no idea."
"What are you doing first period?" he ask me.
"I hadn't thought of that either." truthfully I hadn't thought past what I was doing after he had gotten here this morning. I had no plans and students coming to class in less than an hour.
He laughs at my response. "Well how 'bout first period we watch the movie together that I was going to show to my kids and then we show it to both of our classes."
"That sounds like a great idea. Thank you very much." I say. My cheeks have already gone past the blushing point and are now at a full blown red.
"Come into my room after advisory and we will start watching." I nod my head and he walks out of sight as I sigh and run to the bathroom.
I splash some cold water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. Looking now at my outfit, I am wearing tight black pants, that show off my legs, and a black athletic jacket that zips up the front and has skinny sleeves. I also have on black flats which make me significantly shorter than him.
I walk out of the bathroom feeling confident about myself and into my now children riddled classroom. I have kids asking me for help on their history homework and kids passing out brownies to their friends. After ten minutes of this, I send the kids on their way to their first class of the day.
I grab my computer and a black pen; then I walk into Robin's classroom nervously. He pulls over a chair for me that is right next to his. We are so close that I can feel his body heat and I can hear every breath he takes. He smells faintly of the woods, a crisp clear air smell that makes me swoon.
As we watch the movie our hands touch twice, once brushing over the keyboard, and second when he needs to get a piece of paper that is beside me.
The movie is about the civil war, but I don't pay any attention. I am aware of him at all times, when he crosses his legs, when he twitches his fingers, and when he turns his head to look at the clock.
At quarter to nine, I go over to my classroom and tell all of my students to go to Mr. Hoods classroom today. I follow them quietly and sit back down next to Robin. We pass out a paper with questions on it to answer during the movie to all the kids and sit back down.
The movie starts and all of the kids seem fascinated by Abraham Lincoln and the battles. I, again, don't pay attention to the documentary and just close my eyes for a second. I can sense him sitting next to me. His eyes are watching the kids that are watching the movie in silence.
Without warning I feel a hand, his hand, slip between my thighs. I inhale sharply, but know I cannot say anything aloud. He isn't doing much, just holding me there, not moving to pull away.
We stay that way until the movie ends and the class starts to get noisy. Standing up he removes his hand from my inner thigh and says to the students to read some pages in the textbook for homework. The children leave the classroom and I stand up, ready to leave, but wanting to stay. I make my way to the door until he says, "Regina, can you stay for a minute?"
So this is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. Please comment below on what you thought of it! I should be able to write a new chapter within a week so be ready!