"Thank you for helping me Emma, these sets will take forever to get painted."
Emma smiled at her drama teacher.
"No worries Red, glad to help."
Ruby Lucas glanced at the blond beside her, grateful for her offer of help. As a new teacher, only her second year at the high school, Ruby was still so keen to prove her worth. So that meant she was over eager at times. But she was so excited to be working, and a performance of Midsummer Night's Dream was too much fun to turn away. So what if the kids that had offered to help with painting sets had backed out when they realised that the time Ruby or, as her students called her, Red had set aside for doing it was a Friday afternoon? She could have done it all on her own, even though she wanted the kids to be involved. But she had so many meetings during the week and what with rehearsals taking up so much time... Well it had to be Friday afternoon and that was that. She'd do all the work on her own and the kids could just learn their lines. It wasn't like Ruby had anywhere else to be on a Friday night. Not after she had left.
But Emma had promised to help and had even shown up right after the bell went, and Ruby had been thrilled for the help. Emma could be a bit of a wild child in some other classes, but she was always fantastic in Drama, and Ruby knew that she would work hard.
Of course, when she'd ducked out to get changed and come back in a tank top and torn denim shorts Ruby had been thrilled for all sorts of other reasons. Not that she could admit that to herself even. Emma was 17, and her student. So what if Ruby was only six years older? She could lose her job if she did anything with her. But holy hell she was a beautiful girl, and it made the afternoon look even more promising if she had something to distract her, so Ruby didn't have to think about how broken hearted she was after her girlfriend had walked out on her the month before.
"So we need a couple of backdrops we can use for the Forest of Arden," Ruby explained. "They don't have to be super realistic, but as long as they are basically forest like we should be good."
Emma grinned, enjoying the look of the woman in front of her. It had been a week since she and Regina had made their plans, and Emma had decided the drama teacher would be a fun first target. When the opportunity had come up to work on the sets she had done all she could to make sure that nobody else would volunteer. She wasn't sure how long it would take her to seduce the other woman, but she was eager to get started.
"Do you want me to draw the trees and stuff first?" She offered, and Ruby stared at her.
"You can draw?" She asked, surprised, and Emma gave a meek smile.
"I think I could manage some trees," she grinned. To be honest she loved art, almost as much as she loved drama, but she figured if she was modest about it then Red would be more likely to compliment her and it might make it easier to convince her to show her the compliments, rather than just saying them! Emma was a girl with a plan!
"Let's put the screens down then," Ruby suggested. They had screens two meters tall that they were going to be painting. They had been given an undercoat during the school holidays, so they were ready for their next incarnation, and they had been hanging up because Ruby had thought they would just start painting. But having them flat on the ground would make it easier for Emma to draw.
Once they were set out on the stage floor, Emma grabbed a pencil from her bag and crawled over to the screens. Ruby has been standing on the other side of the screen and didn't realise at first that she now had a perfect view down Emma's top. Her breath caught when she noticed the red lace of her bra peeking out from the black tank top. Gods but she should not be looking at her student like that.
Emma pretended not to notice as she moved slightly, knowing that she was swaying her breasts. Instead she focused on drawing the lines that would eventually become trees. Ruby found herself mesmerised, before she forcibly made herself look away. She got up and moved around to the other side of the screen, thinking she could watch over Emma's shoulder, but she was struck by the sight of her pert little arse barely contained in those tiny little shorts. Holy hell the girl was sex on legs.
Inappropriate! So very very very inappropriate!
"So how come you're free on a Friday night Emma?" Ruby made herself walk over to the wings, where she had left her bags filled with paints and brushes. "Don't you have a boyfriend waiting to take you out?"
As soon as she spoke she felt bad. She didn't know about Emma's personal life and she really had no right to pry. What if the poor girl had just had a bad breakup or something?
But before she could apologise, Emma started to speak, apparently focused on the task at hand.
"Nope, no boyfriend." She replied. "Nothing to do either. My parents are out of town for the weekend, so I could stay out all night and no one would be any the wiser. I figured that since you were going to be stuck doing this on your own, the least I could do was offer to help. At least I don't have a deadline, if it takes all night."
Ruby's eyes were getting wider and wider as she listened to the teenager. When had she suddenly become so attracted to Emma Swan? Ok, so she'd always had a thing for blondes, but she had never been so drawn to a student before. But there was something about Emma. She was innocence wrapped in wickedness and it was such a turn on.
When Ruby looked up, sure her cheeks were burning, her breath caught again. As Emma stretched over the screen her tank top was riding up and it took all Ruby's self-control to not go straight over there and run her tongue along her sides.
Emma looked up when Ruby didn't say anything, and had to force the triumphant grin from her face when she saw how distracted the teacher looked. This might be easier than she thought.
"Red?" She prompted, and Ruby blushed.
"What? Oh, yeah, well that's generous of you Emma. I'm sure I won't keep you all night" although my God do I want to "but I promise to feed you," and feast on you. "How does pizza sound?"
Emma beamed at her.
"Sounds perfect," she replied, and then went back to her drawing.
As expected, Ruby was very forthcoming with her praise when she saw Emma's artwork.
"Oh Emma, these are going to be perfect. You're so talented."
Emma gave another meek smile as she cast a critical gaze over the work.
"Thanks. Do you want to start painting now?"
God Ruby wanted to kiss that smile. That sexy little pout. Did she even known how sinful she looked?
"Um, sure, ok, I'll just get the paints."
"Do you mind if I put on some music?" Emma asked, trying not to smirk too much.
"Oh yeah, that's fine," Ruby nodded. "Dock is just over there."
Emma jumped up and plugged in her iPod. She'd put a lot of thought into this playlist. It was filled with songs that were as sexy and sensual as she could find. She was using it to set the mood after all.
There was the sound of somebody knocking on the door and Ruby glanced up at the theatre door, unable to hide her pout. She didn't want to be interrupted.
"I wonder who that is?" She started to walk over to the door, but Emma told her to stop.
"It's ok," she grinned. "It's just my phone, text message."
"Oh," Ruby blushed and headed back to the paints. "Let me guess, you got a better offer?" She tried not to look sad at that. Emma's head shot up.
"What? No chance." She insisted, and Ruby couldn't help but smile. Then she turned back to pouring out the paints. Emma went back to reading the text from Regina.
How goes operation RedSwan?
Emma smirked.
Music is on, and I've said I am available all night. How goes OutlawQueen?
Regina replied very quickly.
Still planning. Looks like tonight is a bust, but I'll get there.
Emma nodded and sent a quick reply.
Good luck. Talk to you tomorrow.
Then she put her phone away and walked over to help Ruby. She stood rather close to her, leaning in to her, and letting her body press against the teacher's. Ruby looked up in surprise.
"Everything ok?" She asked, embarrassed at how flustered her voice sounded. Emma just smiled.
"Yeah sure, it was just Regina, saying she wasn't able to hang out tonight. I told her I was busy anyway."
Ruby stood up straight, taking the filled pots of paint with her.
"Regina Mills, right? She's your...?" And trailed off, not sure how to proceed with that sentence. Emma looked like she wasn't paying attention.
"Best friend," she replied as she took the brushes up. Then she glanced at the teacher, trying to look innocent. "Sometimes I ... No, doesn't matter." And she walked over to the screens.
Ruby watched the teenager head over to the screens, wondering what she had been about to say.
"Emma, are you ok?" She asked gently. Emma took a moment, but didn't reply at first. Instead she considered the paints, wondering where to start.
"Emma?" She prompted again. "Look, I don't mean to pry, but if there's something you want to talk about, I'm happy to listen, you know that right? You can trust me."
Emma chewed her lip, rather proud of the fact that she was such a damn good actor. Although it wasn't really acting. She wanted to be with the sexy drama teacher. But she still needed a bit of a performance.
"I'm afraid you might judge me." She said softly, and almost cheered when she felt Ruby's hand on her shoulder.
"I won't judge you, I promise." The teacher spoke softly, and gave her an encouraging smile. Emma put down the paintbrush and sat down, Ruby taking her place beside her.
"I... Red, have you ever ... been attracted to a woman?" She sounded so nervous that Ruby couldn't help but chuckle. As soon as Emma heard the laughter though she stiffened, drawing away and looking furious. Immediately Ruby felt guilty.
"Oh Emma," she put a hand on the teenager's arm. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you."
"Sure as hell sounds like it," Emma muttered, and she wasn't even sure if she was pretending to be upset or not.
"No, I'm not, I swear. I just, I thought you knew. I'm gay."
Emma's eyes opened wide, not realising that. Well that was an interesting turn of events. Might make things easier.
"Really?" She asked, and Ruby nodded.
"Really." She smiled gently. Emma beamed. "So yes, in answer to your question, I have been attracted to women. Rather often in fact."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Emma asked, and Ruby frowned.
"Not anymore." She muttered, and dipped her paintbrush into a pot of brown paint.
This time it was Emma that put her hand onto Ruby's arm to comfort her.
"Bad breakup?" She asked gently and Ruby grimaced.
"You could say that." She grumbled.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Emma asked, and Ruby glanced at her, wondering if she should. She had always been told that she should keep her private life private when she was speaking to her students, but it was obvious that Emma was wondering about her own sexuality, and if Ruby could help her out by sharing her own story then why shouldn't she? That was why she got into teaching anyway, to help students.
So she put the paintbrush down and sat down. Emma sat beside her, and for a moment the only sound was the music coming from the stereo.
"Her name was Billy," Ruby began. "Wilhelmina, but yeah, she hated that name!" Emma smiled.
"Fair enough!" she agreed, and Ruby smiled.
"We met at uni, and we were together three years. Then, a month ago, she upped and left me. For a man!" She shook her head. "Broke my heart."
Then she turned around and picked up her paintbrush again, thinking she shouldn't have said anything after all.
"She was an idiot." Emma said softly after a while. Ruby glanced over at her.
"Excuse me?"
"I said she's an idiot." Emma focused on dipping her paintbrush into the brown paint and started to paint the trees. "I mean, how could any guy compare to you?" And she glanced at Ruby, making a point of dragging her gaze along the teacher's body.
Ruby realised she was blushing, but she couldn't help the smile.
"Well thank you," she said. "But maybe if you were actually in a relationship with me you might have a different opinion." She couldn't look at the student as she spoke; she was desperately trying to sound casual as she painted a tree.
"I'm willing if you are." Emma said softly, still painting, and it took all of Ruby's concentration to not scream in anticipation.
"That's sweet Emma," she gulped. "But it's ok. You don't have to say that."
Emma frowned as she looked at the teacher.
"What do you mean?" She asked, confused. "I'm not just saying it."
Ruby glanced over at the blonde, not sure how to handle this.
"Maybe we should just paint." she finally managed to say, and went back to what she was doing.
Emma froze, not sure how to react to that and more than a little offended. It had been looking so simple for a moment there.
This challenge wasn't for any other reason than she and Regina had realised that they had some incredibly sexy teachers on their staff and since they were planning on leaving Storybrooke as soon as they graduated at the end of the year, they wanted to go out with a bang. They wanted stories to tell, or at least share with one another. It was, they had decided, criminal to have such an attractive staff (Well, except for Sydney Glass, but he had his appeal when he had his camera, apparently). So why the hell not be criminals themselves?
But how possible was it, if they knocked them back?
Oh well, Emma wasn't about to give up just yet. She still had some plans.
They painted in silence for a while, listening to the music and occasionally brushing their hands against one another as they painted nearby one another. Ruby's breath caught every time she felt Emma's fingers against her skin, but Emma managed to make it look innocent, even if it was most definitely intentional.
They chatted about a couple of things, mainly how to paint the various trees and the other possible props they might need, before Emma stretched a bit too far and knocked the paint over.
"Oh fuck!" She cried, as she was suddenly covered in dark green paint. Before Ruby could say anything, Emma had ripped off her top and was using it to wipe up the paint that had spilled on the screen. She had aimed it carefully of course, making sure that she didn't get it too close to an important part of the canvas, but she still managed to make it look like an accident.
Ruby had gone to help, but then she was confronted by the sight of Emma in just a deep red lace bra. The hints she'd had of it earlier did not do her bust justice, and Ruby was actually drooling.
"I'm such a klutz." Emma was saying as she stood up. "And oh man, I've ruined my top!" She looked around, trying to find somewhere to wash her top. "I think the screen is ok, don't you?" She asked, and tried not to laugh when she realised Ruby was speechless. "Red, you ok?"
"You need to put your top back on." Ruby stammered, unable to take her eyes off Emma's chest.
"I can't," Emma posed a little, subtly pushing her chest out just a little. "It's covered in paint."
Ruby finally looked into Emma's eyes, and the anguish there was palpable.
"Emma…" she couldn't keep the whining tone from her voice.
Emma pouted.
"What's the problem Red?" She moved a little closer. "It's not like you're attracted to me, so what does it matter?"
"What?" Ruby spluttered. "I mean, right, but… Emma, this is not appropriate." She gulped, finding it so hard to keep her eyes on Emma's face. Emma was proud of the fact she wasn't smirking.
"You're not attracted to me are you Red?" she moved a little closer again.
Ruby's gaze dropped down and then she squeezed her eyes closed.
"Yes." She whispered, and it was so painful to admit.
"Yes you're not?" Emma asked, now right in front of the teacher. "Or yes you are?"
"Yes I am!" Ruby finally admitted, and then she dropped her own paintbrush and pulled Emma into her arms, crushing her mouth to hers, one hand in Emma's hair and the other on her arse. "God yes I am!"
Emma was cheering inside, even as she had her first kiss with a woman.
Ruby knew she shouldn't be doing this; she really really shouldn't be doing this. She could lose her job, and it was such a breach of trust. She was in a position of power and what she was doing to this poor girl was criminal. But the feel of Emma's lips, the taste of her tongue in Ruby's mouth, was driving her insane, and she just couldn't stop kissing her.
And then Emma moaned softly into Ruby's mouth and Ruby felt like she was drowning. When they broke away to breathe, the sight of Emma's lips all red, her eyes wide, and her breathing short, Ruby almost lost it.
"I'm so sorry Emma," She whispered, and Emma growled.
"Don't you dare apologise!" She cried. "Don't you dare!"
Ruby frowned at her.
"But Emma, I'm your teacher, I …"
"If you weren't my teacher it would be legal." Emma pointed out. "So just for tonight, don't be my teacher. I'll drop out of drama if you want. I quit drama. How's that? You're not my teacher."
They still had their arms around each other, their pelvises pressed against one another as they leaned back to speak. Ruby couldn't help but smile.
"It doesn't really work like that Emma," she admitted. Emma just frowned.
"But I want this!" She insisted, and Ruby stared into her eyes, searching to see if that was the truth.
"Have you ever been with a woman before Emma?" She asked gently, not wanting to offend her. Emma frowned and shook her head.
"No, can you tell?"
"Oh God no!" Ruby couldn't help but exclaim. "No that's not what I meant. I just… "She paused and drew a deep breath. "Are you sure you want to do this? Because if you don't, it's ok. I will let you go, we can go back to painting, and nobody has to know about this. You won't be in trouble."
Emma was honestly touched by her compassion. She leaned forward and gave Ruby another soft kiss.
"I really want to do this." she said softly, and Ruby couldn't help the swell of excitement that filled her.
"You are so beautiful Emma." she whispered. "And if you really want …
Emma cut her off.
"I want you to be my first. Well, first woman." She smirked at her, trying to hide her nerves.
Ruby gave her a gentle smile.
"Well I'm honoured."
And as simply as that, Emma knew that she had Ruby right where she wanted her. It had been easier than she had thought!
"Come with me." Ruby finally let go of Emma but caught her hand, walking with her back into the wings. There were some beanbags that the drama class usually lounged around on when they were in the theatre for lessons, and now they were going to provide a comfortable place to sit. Emma was beaming, this was perfect, and she couldn't help the butterflies that were taking over her stomach. She wanted to do this, god did she want to do this. She was so damned wet at the thought of what was about to happen, and she was actually surprised at how excited she was.
They lay down on the beanbags, and Ruby couldn't help but smile. She knew she should feel guilty about this. It was such an inappropriate thing to be doing. But there was no way she could turn back now, not unless Emma told her she wanted things to stop.
"Tell me if you change your mind Emma," she said, as she ran her fingers gently over her flat stomach. "If we do anything you don't want to do, just tell me, and we will stop, no questions asked, ok?"
Emma nodded, barely able to stop her shivering.
"Ok." she whispered. She wanted to touch the teacher but she suddenly found she was nervous. She gulped, her eyes drifting closed as she savoured the feelings of Ruby's fingers. "Tell me what I can do?" She managed to stammer.
"You don't have to do anything Emma," Ruby leaned over and pressed her lips against Emma's stomach. "Not unless you want to." Then she started to trail kisses up to Emma's breasts, and Emma found she wasn't sure she could move even if she wanted to.
Ruby took her time, only kissing bare skin at first, as her gently dragged her nails down Emma's sides. The motion made Emma thrust her chest forward, and Ruby pressed kisses in the cleft of her breasts.
"You are so beautiful." Ruby whispered again. "So very beautiful."
She moved her body gradually up, and started to kiss Emma's neck, as her hands went to massage her lace clad breasts. Emma finally managed to open her eyes and she slipped her hands under the hem of Ruby's top.
"You're overdressed." She murmured, and Ruby lifted her head.
"Are you sure?" Ruby looked deep into Emma's eyes, and Emma smiled.
"Please let me see you?"
Ruby waited a moment, wanting to be certain this was what the girl wanted, and then, after another quick kiss on her lips, she sat up and pulled up her top, tossing it behind her, before lying down again. She was wearing a simple green bra, cotton, not all that revealing, and she found herself wishing she had worn something a bit more appealing. But then again, when she had been getting dressed that morning she hadn't expected to be making out with a teenager that evening.
"You are so hot!" Now it was Emma's turn to speak, and Ruby felt herself blush. Emma started to feel a little bolder, and gently placed her hands on Ruby's bra. At Ruby's soft gasp, Emma rubbed her thumbs over the teacher's nipples, and the heat seemed to sky rocket.
All too soon they had their hands all over each other as they crushed their mouths together, tongues in each other's mouths and bodies pressed together. Ruby rolled onto her back and pulled Emma on top of her, and Emma immediately started to rock against her hips. After a moment she broke away and blinked in surprise.
"It feels different." She admitted, and Ruby raised an eyebrow. "No dick."
Ruby laughed softly.
"So glad you noticed." She muttered dryly, and Emma blushed.
"It's still good though." she added quickly, and Ruby grinned, kissing her again.
"Trust me, it can be more than good!" the teacher promised, and then she pulled back as she considered her next move. "Are you sure about this Emma?" She asked, and Emma rolled her eyes.
"YES!" She groaned, and Ruby chuckled.
"Ok then," and she pulled back and stood up. Emma pouted at the absence of Ruby's body, but then her eyes lit up as she realised that Ruby was taking off her jeans and heels. She lay down again, just in her underwear, and Emma found her face flushed from the view. Then she quickly started to squirm out of her Converse and shorts, before she lay beside Ruby again, just clad in red lace.
"So beautiful!" They murmured to one another, and then chuckled. Ruby leaned forward then, and started to kiss Emma again. Emma moved into the embrace, her hands running down Ruby's thighs. Just as she was getting used to the feel of Ruby's breasts against her own, Ruby tilted her hips and Emma almost died.
"Oh fuck!" She moaned as she felt their pelvises touch. Ruby smirked and, lying on her belly, slipped one leg between Emma's thighs. As she started to rock against Emma, Emma gasped. She started to rub against Ruby, loving the sensation of them rutting together as they kissed.
Ruby slipped Emma's bra strap off her shoulder and started to kiss her way down her breast. When she finally brushed her tongue against Emma's nipple Emma wasn't sure how much longer she could last. As Ruby's other hand started to rub her other breast Emma's breathing became laboured. How the hell could this feel so damned good?
Ruby slipped her hands behind Emma's back and lifted her up gently. Then she undid Emma's bra and tossed it to the side.
"Better not lose that," She teased. "Otherwise I might have some explaining to do later!"
Emma chuckled, but it was a breathless laugh as she lay there, bare for her teacher. Ruby took a moment to drink in the sight of the blond in front of her, and then, before Emma could get nervous, she started to kiss her way down Emma's body. She circled her tongue around one nipple as she massaged the other with her hand, rubbing her thumb against the hard nub as she nipped with her teeth. After a while she swapped over, so the other breast wasn't neglected. Emma was feeling so damned turned on, and it was driving her insane. She'd had ideas about what this might have felt like, but it was so much better!
She was starting to think she should take a more active role in the proceedings, when Ruby started to kiss her way down Emma's body, and it was all Emma could do to keep breathing.
"You sure?" Ruby asked again, as she hovered over Emma's belly button.
"God Fuck yes!" Emma moaned, lifting her head to look at the teacher, and Ruby just laughed. Then she hooked her fingers through the sides of Emma's knickers and dragged them down her body. Emma was breathing heavily, and watching Ruby intently, but then she thought she saw something. She flicked her gaze up to the lighting box at the back of the theatre and she gasped. There was somebody in there!
She froze, and Ruby, who was kissing her way back up Emma's body, lifted her head for a moment.
"You ok Emma? I can stop if you want."
Emma glanced down at Ruby and then looked back up at the lighting box. She wasn't sure who it was who was watching them, but they were clearly staying where they were. What were they going to do? Wait and see how far it went before they reported Ruby?
"Emma?"
"It's ok." Emma finally said, a bundle of nerves, but wanting this anyway. She'd figure out a way to deal with whomever it was that was spying on them.
"Are you sure?" Ruby asked, still lying between Emma's legs, and looking up at her.
"Are YOU sure?" Emma asked, tossing the question back at her. Ruby just grinned.
"Definitely!" she replied. "If I'm going to burn I'm damned sure I'm going to enjoy it!" Then she resumed kissing her way up Emma's legs, and Emma found it difficult to worry about what was going on behind them.
