AN: Not beta'd. All mistakes are mine. Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time or the characters.

EDIT: I went back to try and fix some of the errors... hopefully it's better now (although probably still not perfect).

Extra Credit

Thursday: Lunch Break

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Emma stilled her movements immediately. They'd been caught. Well fuck.

"Jefferson. I will give you to the count of ten to make yourself presentable and exit my classroom." Professor Mills didn't even glance in his direction as she told him to basically put his dick back in his pants and run. Instead, her cold eyes were locked on Emma's. The blonde wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, not daring to break eye contact with the English Professor.

"Uh right then. I'll see you later Emma," Regina's head snapped up to shoot him a death glare, "or not..." He choked out as he ran out of the room, righting his clothing without braking stride.

Professor Mills never even had to start counting. Normally she would have smiled at the fear she had so deeply ingrained in her students, however she was much too focused on the blonde that was still kneeling in front of her desk. "Please do stand, dear." She ordered in a somewhat passive aggressive tone. Emma hesitantly got to her feet, watching as the professor made her way around to the opposite side of the desk from her. "Now, Miss Swan," she paused to run a hand through her hair before tidying up a few loose papers, "What am I ever going to do with you?" Her eyes shot accusatory glances at the young student. Despite the obvious height difference, Professor Mills at least several inches shorter than the blonde, she still managed to somehow look down at Emma as if she was so insignificant she was nothing. The heels did help with that, to be honest.

Emma folded her arms over her chest defiantly. Her bright green eyes narrowed as she silently stared back at the dark brunette, refusing to say even so much as a 'sorry.' But to Regina it didn't matter much. In the end she would get exactly what she wanted out of Emma, maybe even have her begging for forgiveness by the time she was through. "You could always just let me go. You know, forget I was ever here." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"And why would I do that exactly?" The Professor paced around the desk and rested her weight against it for a moment, her face unreadable.

"Well I just thought…" Emma began but was cut off by the Professor.

"Thought what Miss Swan? That I would find your flippancy in my class endearing and want to keep you in it so badly that I would continue to turn a blind eye to your multiple indiscretions? Especially after a vial display of indecency such as the one I just witnessed?" She pushed off of the desk and hovered mere inches from Emma's lips before adding wickedly, "Hardly."

Emma's breath caught in her throat as the Professor slowly pulled away. She nodded. "Well I… ," she attempted to choke out. Her stomach sank as she realized she may have pushed too far this time.

Professor Mills looked her up and down greedily. "No. Here's what is going to happen next, dear. If you really are so keen on my staying quiet, that's fine, I can play nicely. But, you'll have to do something in return for me. Do you think you can handle that?"

Emma's jaw tensed as she realized she had no other choice than to say, "yes," through gritted teeth.

Regina smiled. "Good. Now get the blinds and lock the door." She ordered with a simple flick of her wrist.

"Professor—"

"Don't make me repeat myself dear. You're my student and as your teacher, you will do as I say." She turned, paced back to her chair, and sat with a regal grace.

Emma complied suspiciously, twisting each set of blinds closed as the older woman let her eyes wander brazenly up and down her body as she went. Emma had of course heard all of the wild rumors that buzzed about the school. One student from years ago said Professor Mills was a witch and cast evil spells on her students, while another claimed she ripped out their hearts and used them as sex slaves. Emma obviously never thought any of them to be true, but her heart began to race as she returned to her spot standing in front of Professor Mills's desk.

"Now, what reason do I have not to just send you straight to Principal Gold's office?" They both knew that if Principal Gold got word of what happened, there would be severe punishments, probably the worst of which, in Emma's opinion, being a call to her foster parents. The other repercussions Emma could handle, but she had already been marked a problem child years ago, and now even the slightest problem she has, gets her thrown back into the system, and oh how she really loves that.

Regina leaned back and looked down indicatively, then back up, "I think a formal apology is in order, don't you agree Miss Swan?" She asked rhetorically.

Emma's eyes narrowed. "If you're implying what I think you are, Professor, then you'll know that demanding sexual favors from a student is not only disgustingly inappropriate, but would also cost you your job."

A smug grin broke across her face. "You know I might be worried about that, Miss Swan, if I ran the risk of being reported."

"And what makes you think I won't?" She pulled her arms even tighter across he chest, suddenly feeling quite exposed. Emma was unwilling to give in so easily, although she was quickly seeing she might not have any other choice, Professor Bitch had just a little too much against her at this point.

"Because I'd have to report you as well for what I saw not just a few minutes ago. And you wouldn't want your foster parents hearing about that now would you?" A knowing smirk crossed the brunettes face, "They would just send back such a dirty girl like yourself, wouldn't they?" She hit Emma where it hurt. Now her only choice was to cower her head down, staring hard at the floor as she thought of any escape plan at all.

Emma expelled a frustrated huff of air. "We wouldn't want that now… would we." She struggled to say through gritted teeth, raising her head back up to glare at the dark brunette. From day one of school Emma could tell there was something… off about Professor Mills. She had always seemed to try a little too hard to find Emma in trouble, even when she had done nothing wrong. And of course now the blonde had just played into her hands. She was helpless against whatever the English Professor had planned for her.

Professor Mills smiled brightly, "Excellent, now you're getting it!" A little, somewhat sadistic, laugh filled Emma's ears, causing her to gulp in fear of what was soon to come. Another brief moment passed where the professor simply was staring at the blonde in her skimpy pleated skirt, knee highs, combat boots and practically see-through white blouse. Practically, but not quite. "Hmm... Let's start by removing this disgusting shirt, yes?"

She bit her plump lower lip as Emma lowered her head and slowly undid the buttons. Finally she slipped the fabric off her shoulders and revealed her black lace bra encasing her perfectly round breasts. Emma felt unbelievable naked. She never would have imagined being in this kind of position with her English teacher before, but the situation was oddly arousing. "Now, dear, get on your knees." She encouraged softly, not wanting to scare the girl off and ruin her fun.

The blonde knelt down and immediately brought herself closer to the woman's thighs. "You want me to…?" Emma asked, looking for more of a verbal confirmation rather than guidance. She was very well acquainted to the requests that were being asked of her, she just wanted to hear the Professor say it.

"I want you to put that flippant tongue of yours to a good use." And she did.

To Be Continued

AN: I was hoping to post the next chapter of No Choice tonight, however when I went back to look at the story as a whole, I wasn't loving where I had left things off plot wise. I am going to take another look at the story and hopefully post a revised version soon.