This chapter starts out with the reason this story is rated M.

Emma's head lolled back, her hair sweeping over the edge of the desk as she moaned loudly, ignoring all of Regina's claims of wanting them to keep quiet and have a bit of class. With effort she lifted her head back up, seeing the most arousing sight of her life as Regina smirked from between her thighs. It was almost too much, the glistening wetness of Emma's arousal was glistening on the mayor's face and her pink tongue darted out to taste it.

"Gina, I think I know why they call you your majesty," she said breathily. "I'd certainly bow down to you."

"Emma," Regina said, sliding her hand delicately along the sheriff's folds. "Emma, you've got to control your voice. You're going to alert half the town."

"Don't care," she said, head tossing backwards again with a laugh. "They'll be jealous that my Gina makes me feel so good."

A single digit found its way into Emma's dripping cunt, which earned another moan of approval. Regina couldn't stop looking down at the way her finger disappeared up inside her savior. She added another to the mix, her own moan melding with her lover's as Emma tightened around her. Bowing her head she used the flat of her tongue against the engorged clit and smiled in satisfaction as she heard her name called out as Emma's own hands clawed at her breasts.

"I love that you never get enough," she purred. "So good."

Her lover came just moments after the queen added a third finger, soaking both the hand and the desk beneath her. Flushed and wild eyed, Emma lay panting on the cold surface, her hands still twirling about her hardened nipples. "You expect me to do work after that?" she laughed weakly. "Damn it, Regina. All I did was suggest we have lunch."

Gently kissing both thighs, Regina extracted herself and walked around the desk with her hips swaying. It was all Emma could do to not reach out and caress the rounded bottom of her still dressed partner, instead she grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her still dripping digits toward her mouth. "I'm still craving something," she teased.

"Emma, I was thinking…" David stopped cold, seeing his daughter there with her eyes half closed and her mouth fervently working to lick ever bit of her own essence off of Regina's fingers. "Oh my God."

Regina stepped defensively between the two law enforcement officials, her hand pulled from Emma as she swayed a bit on the heels she was teetering on at that moment. "David, I can…"

"I don't think I need an explanation," he managed to stutter, his skin a grayish pallor as he rubbed his palms into his eyes as if to block out the scene. By the time he blinked them back open to harsh light of the situation, Emma was at least dressed and Regina was gathering her coat and bag.

"Dad, I…"

"Maybe you should go with Regina," he said, backing up to brace himself against the farthest desk from the one where his daughter had been splayed out just moments before. "Obviously there…maybe you would be more comfortable some place private with her." He blanched at the words that had just come out of his mouth, biting his cheek before he said something more fatherly about having fun and being careful.

Emma sighed and lifted her jacket off the back of the chair. "I'm sorry, Dad. I…Nobody wants to walk in on their son or daughter in the middle of…" She blushed. "I will talk to you later?"

***XX***

Henry and Violet stared at the text on the page, huddled over the corner of the music room. "Did you write this?" she asked, eyes wide and questioning. "I mean it is about your moms."

Uneasily, Henry placed bookmark on the page and closed the heavy leather cover over it. "I don't just sit down and say I'm going to write. It's different. Usually I go to sleep and when I wake up it's done. I can't really explain it." Even the tips of his ears were red as he remembered the drawing that had accompanied his words. It was nothing explicit, but the picture of his mothers kissing was not exactly something he wanted to know about that well.

It was clear that Violet wasn't sure how to respond to that, as she shifted in her seat and kept her eyes trained on the book. "Have you shown them?"

He shook his head. "They just finally admitted that they are more than just friends to me. I don't think they are ready to know that it is…"

"True love?" Violet finished for him. "I guess I can see your point, but it is pretty romantic."

"I guess."

Avery, one of the boys from Henry's math class turned around to face them. His brown eyes lit with the newly obtained information that he had just overheard. "Wait a minute," he said, elbowing another kid beside him. "Henry's moms are dating each other. That's kind of kinky, Mills. Ever watched them?"

"Ewww no," Henry sputtered, clutching the book a bit tighter as the other boy's voice grew louder.

"Come on. You gotta be curious about two chicks going at it." A few of the other boys murmured in agreement. "You should video and put it on the internet. That shit would sell in a heartbeat. Everyone loves some good lesbian porn." He guffawed at his own statement, earning a few high fives from his classmates.

"It's not like that," Henry insisted, pulling Violet up with him as he tried to pass by the crowd of students gathering about. "They are my moms."

Henry and Violet tried to ignore them, but the chants and jeers got louder with several of the boys throwing out more derogatory terms about the two women. Violet ran a hand along Henry's arm to try to soothe him. "It's okay, Henry. Don't let it bother you."

Her attempts might have worked had Henry not heard the loudest voice of all, one of the former Lost Boys of Neverland, suggesting that Emma had created Henry in a test tube. "She probably got herself artificially knocked up since she don't like dick and all. She doesn't even know for sure who Henry's dad is other than a label on a bottle."

The stories continued to be repeated long after Henry and a few of the boys landed in the principal's office.

***XX***

"I was wondering when you were going to stop by," David said with a slight frown. Bracing his hand on the door, he backed away and left them inside. "Your mother's putting Neal down, but she'll be back in a minute."

Emma nodded, pulling her jacket tighter around her as Regina stood just as awkwardly. "I wasn't sure if you'd be willing to talk or not."

"Emma, I'm not going to lie and say that I was expecting to find the two of you like that," he said, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "But the fact that the two of you are seeing each other? No, that's not a surprise."

Regina huffed in disbelief at his claim, crossing her arms across her chest. "Really, David? You saw it coming?"

David gave a little shrug of his shoulders. "I could see my daughter turning to you more and more. I could see the way that the two of you draw your strength from each other and not just magic. Hell when you were undercover with the Queens of Darkness, I thought that Emma might have a breakdown worrying about you. And these past couple of weeks have just sort of been proof of that bond."

"And you're okay with all this?" Emma asked, arching an eyebrow at her father. "I mean most parents kind of freak out when their son or daughter comes out as gay or bi. You're not having an issue with that?"

"It's not what I pictured, no," he answered honestly. "I always thought you'd marry a prince and have babies. Then I met you and realized you weren't a typical princess. So you won't marry a prince. And you and Regina have a son already. What matters is that you're happy. And if it is Regina that makes you that way, I can't really do anything to stop that. My father couldn't stop my love for Snow."

"You're talking like you think this is true love, Dad?"

He shook his head and covered his face with his hands for a moment. "Is it? I was trying to figure that out."

"Trying to figure what out?" Emma's mother asked as she came into the room. She stopped short, staring first at her daughter and then Regina. "Shit."

It was all Regina could do not to laugh at the obscenity uttered by the most innocent of all the women she knew. She held back for Emma's sake, feeling the blonde stiffen beside her. If they hadn't been in the midst of having this discussion, she would have pulled Emma in for a hug, holding her as she relaxed and breathed normally again.

"So I guess you're here to finally tell us the big secret, right?" Mary Margaret said, her voice and limbs shaking with what Emma could only assume was anger. "It's not as though we have a right to know that our daughter is sharing a bed with the Evil Queen."

"Snow," David said, reaching out a hand to steady her sweater clad arm. "We can talk about this rationally and calmly."

"Can we?" she asked David. "Can we talk about how Emma is choosing to sleep with her stepgrandmother? Or what about the fact that she's decided to come out of the closet without bothering to tell her family? Do you want to know how I found out? At school today. I found out because Henry was telling some of the other boys at school about his moms."

Emma's eyes dropped, thinking about the way they had felt so encouraged by Henry, Kathryn, and Ruby's reactions. Even Zelena had given her blessing to Regina at least. But her own mother was being driven into a blind rage by the idea of it.

"I'm sure that was embarrassing, Mom." Emma said quietly. She was regretting having hoped for a reaction. It would have been easier to just have a happy mother.

"My daughter is a…"

"Your daughter is still your daughter," Regina interrupted sourly. "I am sorry that you had to hear it from idle gossip at school, but this is not a big news flash for most people. And we had hoped to tell you and that you would understand. I'm sure it is hard to accept, but Emma is still your daughter. That hasn't changed just because she's attracted to women."

Mary Margaret let out a laugh that sounded fake and wooden as she rocked back on her heels. "That's what you think this is about? I don't give a shit if you're a lesbian, Emma. It's your choice in partner. You can't possibly think that we could accept this after everything she has done."

Emma felt herself surging forward, desperate to stop her mother from saying anything more vile. It was Regina's hand that pulled her back into place next to her. "I'm sorry you feel that way," Emma said sadly, reaching her hand out to Regina. "Let's go."

***XX***

"How long?" Emma asked Regina as the two stood on opposite sides of their son. The brunette held the typed and formal letter from the school detailing Henry's punishment for fighting. "I can't believe this."

"What got into you?" Regina asked him, tapping the page with her finger. "I've never known you to fight."

"Sorry," he mumbled, dropping his head onto the cool stone counter. "I was talking to Violet and some of the boys overheard. They said some stuff." He groaned. "Don't make me repeat it."

Emma realized at once what had been said, her face reddened with what was easily recognizable as anger. She could hardly punish her son over defending them, even if he had been the one to start the discussion. Rocking back on her heels, she waited for Regina's attention to shift to her and confirm they were on the same page. A single nod told her as much.

"So this says you're suspended for three days," Regina said, dropping the paper down. "I'm going to see the principal tomorrow, but let's just go with the assumption that it's going to stick. This isn't a vacation for you."

"No, you're going to still have to keep up with your school work," Emma said just as firmly. "And I think that we'll cut the video games out as well." She leaned forward and put a gentle hand on the back of Henry's head. "Thank you for wanting to defend us, but kid, you can't fight your way out of every situation."

Giving his moms a resigned look, Henry rested his head on a bent arm. "You weren't there," he said. "They were saying some really mean stuff."

Regina's hand joined Emma's as they smoothed down their son's hair. "I'm sure it was, but fighting isn't the answer. Emma and I are the two who are in this relationship, Henry. It's not your responsibility to defend us."

"Not everyone is going to like us or even accept," Emma agreed with Regina. "But we have to realize and know that is their problem. We're the lucky ones, okay? In this world it isn't so easy to find someone you care about. And we are more than lucky that we found each other and that we have a great son." She smiled a bit wickedly. "So since this suspension doesn't officially begin until tomorrow. What do you say we go play a little Mario Kart? I've been practicing and I know you have too. We can go kick your mom's butt."

***XX***

Regina and Emma had not shared a bed all that long, but still the feeling of the cold and empty sheets the next morning were a strange sensation to the mayor as she slowly awakened. Sitting up, her eyes surveyed the bedroom that now seemed a bit more cluttered with two women calling it home. Her own beauty products were nicely stored on the vanity while Emma's were strewn out over top of the dresser. The closet held all her clothes neatly arranged by color and style while there were a few piles of Emma's items that always resulted from the woman searching for something to wear. Regina had taken to being more careful about walking to the adjoining bathroom during the night, as she was likely to trip on a pair of Emma's boots or a jacket that she had left on the floor. But there was still nothing about the mess that made her think at all about kicking the woman out of the bed.

"Emma?" she asked, hoping that she had not wandered too far.

"Right here," she said, her voice strained over the toothbrush that was hanging out of her mouth. The blonde sheriff stood in the doorway between the bathroom and bedroom clad in a dark pair of jeans and a black bra. Her long hair hung messily down her back, damp from the shower she had taken earlier. "Miss me?"

"Are we in some bizarre universe?" Regina asked groggily. "I don't remember you ever getting up this early."

Turning and spitting out the toothpaste, Emma dropped her brush back into the holder and walked toward the bed. "Early shift," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Dad's been taking them for me, but with…"

"Yesterday?"

"Yeah," Emma said, dropping back onto the sheets and arching up for a quick kiss. "I didn't feel like now was the time to ask for favors."

"He was more understanding than your mother."

"Thank God, since I have to work with him." She hooked her finger through the strap on Regina's gown. "So you're going to meet with this principal?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm the one of us with the cooler head. It's a better idea if I do it." She grinned as Emma opened her mouth to protest only to shut it again in realization that she was right. "But don't worry. I love that little fiery side to you."

"You have always known the buttons to push to bring it out in me."