A/N: hi guys so this is my first ever fanfic and i've had this idea for swan queen stuck in my head so i decided to have a go at it. i've been writing in all my spare time like a crazy lady. please please leave a review so i can gauge how should adjust my next chapter!

Disclaimer: sadly i don't own any of the OUAT characters or any one-liners i've taken from shows

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Chapter 1: Positively Wet

Emma POV

She was dripping wet from head to toe, she was annoyed, and unfortunately, she was late. Emma Swan knew it would rain hard again today in Seattle, but had she bothered to grab an umbrella before heading out of her dorm room? No. Had she bothered to put on a thicker layer instead of wearing her trademark red leather jacket? No. Had she packed up all the things she needed for her first day of English class the night before instead of shoving everything into her backpack and missing half the material required for class? The answer was no, again.

Damn it Swan, get your shit together. You're already late for Advanced English 101 and walking into the classroom soaking wet won't help either. Just hope like hell your teacher won't be too anal.

Taking large strides through the ancient brick building with her combat boots squishy and squeaking, Emma arrived at the door of room B141. Trying to look as presentable as possible, which clearly is impossible, Emma took a deep breath, and quietly pushed through the double doors.

Taking in the contrastingly dry scenery, Emma's eyes landed on an a friend and ally, Killian Jones, and the open seat next to him and started heading that way. With her eyes casted downwards, trying not to draw attention from the well-dressed teacher who had already started her lecture, Emma silently pleaded, please don't notice me. Please don't notice me. Please don't notice me.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss Swan."

Damn it, she noticed me. Emma felt her face blush as she sat down with a soft squish of her soaked skinny jeans. She ran her hand through her soggy blonde hair, a nervous gesture.

"What up Swan, Ms. Mills was just telling us abou-"

"As I was saying, the rules for this class are fairly simple. Turn your work in on time, pay attention in class, participate, and don't be late." With emphasis on her last rule, Ms. Mills blatantly directed her gaze at Emma, willing her to lift her head and make some kind of indication she had heard but Emma kept her head down, eyes focused on the syllabus in front of her.

As the hour dragged by, Emma tried hard not to curl up into a fetal position in her seat due to Ms. Mills' obvious warning and also the coldness from her damp clothing but soon realized that would draw too much attention to herself. So instead, she kept her eyes on the floor and focused on listening to Ms. Mills drone on about the importance of citing sources and using the MLA format on the research paper they would be turning in at the end of the semester.

We've already covered this in Basic English 101 Regina, can we just cut to the important stuff? But as Emma listened to the lecture, she couldn't help but notice the pleasant, mildly deep, rich cadence Ms. Mills had. Emma closed her eyes for several seconds, listening to her teacher's voice, filling her with a kind of tingling sensation up her arms and down her spine.

Emma, almost in a dream-like trance, felt the voice coming closer and closer, until suddenly, "Excuse me." Regina's authoritative voice shattered Emma's pretty pink bubble she had been floating in.

Shocked green eyes met icy brown eyes. Holy shit.

Standing in front of the blonde was Ms. Mills, dressed impeccably in a bronze mid-sleeve sweater dress, sheer dark stockings, and suede boots that had started tapping in annoyance. "Have you been paying any bit of attention to what I have been saying, Miss Swan?"

"What?"

"I asked you if you were actively listening to my lecture or were you just sitting here, twiddling your thumbs to pass the time?" Regina's voice was now dripping with sarcasm. A small smirk pulling up the sides of her mouth clearly showed she was enjoying this embarrassing moment for Emma.

Emma noticed, sitting up a bit straighter in her seat. A bit of her past was bubbling up past the walls containing past memories she had created for herself, causing slight annoyance and a tingle of snarkiness to come out.

"No, I was definitely listening Ms. Mills. You were talking about how we had to indent exactly five spaces every line after the first and how you would catch every missing period in the works cited page if we failed to do so ourselves." With Ms. Mills' jaw left hanging momentarily, Emma tried to hide her smile, knowing she had won.

"By the way, you have a really lovely voice" Emma blurted without thinking. It took her a second to register what had slipped out of her mouth. Fuck. What did I just say. SWAN.

Both locked gazes and blushed simultaneously, speechless at the sudden outburst.

Regina recovered first, glancing around the room, only to find that her 100+ new students were gawking at the two stunned women and Emma's exclamation.

The brunette cleared her throat. "...Alright, class... turn to page 269." She made her way back to the stage podium, her body slightly stiff.

Emma was still sitting in her seat, frozen from what she had just confessed in front of her very full classroom to her teacher. Taking off or going into a fetal position now both sounded like very excellent options.

Killian nudged Emma, trying to get her to turn her book to the correct page before Ms. Mills could find another fault in her already dented first impression of Emma. Sliding him a grateful smile, Emma tried to focus the rest of the class time, only to fail once again as her mind wandered back to Ms. Mills' reaction to her comment. Clearly she had been unnerved and there was a blush. What does that mean? Wait, you can't be having feelings for a teacher. Not again. She felt that tingly sensation she last felt in high school. It was coming, it was the inevitable and yet Emma Swan pushed it down, holding it at arm's length because she did not want things to end badly again.

The shuffling besides her from Killian caused Emma to snap back into reality and she started packing away her things, neatly this time.

"Miss Swan I'd like to speak to you for a moment." Regina raised her voice slightly over the rustle of the group. Killian offered her a pitying smile and a pat on the back before he and the rest of his peers left the two ladies alone in the theater-like classroom.

The silence was choking. Emma pretended to dig through her backpack for several more seconds, trying to buy herself precious time before facing what she believe would be a very awkward and embarrassing lecture.

Regina POV

Regina felt Emma slowly coming closer to where she sat at her table, but didn't look up until Emma cleared her throat.

"About tha-"

"Miss Swa-"

Regina and Emma both paused as they cut each other off, momentarily embarrassed yet again.

For god sake why are we both acting like awkward incompetent schoolgirls. Get a grip. Regina tried to suppress an eyeroll until she saw the blonde's faint blush and observed Emma running her hand through her volumized hair. She heard herself in the back of her mind whisper pretty but internally rebuked herself for that unprofessional comment.

"Miss Swa-"

"Emma. Call me Emma."

The brunette paused for a second, a tinge of annoyance coming back as the blonde had interrupted her again. "Miss Swan," Regina drawled out, "you do seem to have a slight problem with what comes out of your mouth. I suggest you think before you speak and not interrupting me would be greatly appreciated."

Emma's eyebrows furrowed but she nodded and Regina took it as a cue to continue.

"I rarely tolerate tardiness in my domain but due to this weather, I will make one and one exception only. The next time you're late, you'll be staying after class an hour for every offence. If this continues, I will punish you differently as I see fit."

Regina peered up through her glasses as she sat there and studied Emma processing what she had just said. The blonde was slightly shivering, probably from her damp clothing and that ratty worn red leather jacket Emma probably thought was good enough to protect her from the cold. Regina smirked.

Direct eye contact was made again. Her eyes are so green. The brunette could feel herself falling into that gaze. The smirked dropped, as did her gaze.

The blonde stood there, using the tip of her brown combat boots to rub off an invisible speck on the floor, still in discomfort.

Regina cleared her throat as the silence ensued. Her voice dropped an octave. "And about that comment…" The brunette did not know how to address Emma's comment even with her fair share of warding off flirtation from both male and female college students. She wasn't even sure if it was sarcastic or if the blonde really meant it, something she would ponder over later tonight when she was alone. But whichever it was, it didn't matter. It had to stop now.

"It was very inappropriate for you to blurt that comment out in front of all your peers, whether or not you meant it s a compliment. Given the situation and circumstance, it was even more inappropriate when you actually said it. Word of advice, work on your timing Miss Swan." The trademark smirk was back.

Emma POV

Wait what? Does she think there'll be a next time? Work on my timing? Is she flirting with me? Gotta say that smirk looks sexy as hell on her. Emma's gaze widened as her confidence started to come back. Two can play at this game Regina.

A smile tugged at Emma's lips. "Well Ms. Mills," the blonde drawled back, "I'll think about what you've just told me. Very carefully." With emphasis on her last two words, Emma let that sink in. She could see the brunette's pupils slightly dilate through her brown eyes. The blonde bit her lip to hold back a small moan. Aha, so she's not a stone-cold bitch after all.

"Well if you don't need me anymore, I'll be headed out now." Emma raked her eyes over Regina for the last time, slowly and purposefully, before she turned around, grabbed her things, and sashayed out the door. Who's in control now?