A/N; I know, I know, this took forever but you know, real life and all the other typical author excuses... Anyway, I'm already working on continuing this story tho I have no idea where it's heading because it was supposed to be a one shot but here you have an alternative ending. It'd be great if you review from which ending I should continue.
Enjoy and R&R. :)
Mary Margret rushed into the front door, not even bothering to close it for the minute as she almost flew to her room.
"C'mon, where are you?" she muttered under her breath as she went through all the papers on her desk.
"And I'm telling Emma to- AHA! There they are!" she exclaimed, holding the papers up with a satisfied and relieved grin of victory on her lips.
The raven haired woman dropped her bag on the desk to neatly put the papers where they belonged, checking if she really got all of them.
She didn't had the time to came back to her apartment to get some forgotten papers for another time this day.
Speaking of time, he eyes fell on the digital clock on the wall over her desk.
10:16? But...
Mary Margret looked at her wrist watch that clearly said 10:27.
Slowly the meaning sank in.
She groaned, slumping down on her chair.
The digital wall clock was a radio-controlled which meant there was no chance it showed the wrong time, it was her wrist watch that was fast.
And she had stressed over nothing.
So instead of having three minutes to get back to her class before the break was over, she had fourteen in total. No wonder that she felt like time passed by too quickly today if her watch went differently than any other clock.
God, today just seems to be one of those days. the teacher thought as she got up, dragging her bag along, to the kitchen.
First she had slept in and as she left in a hurry with a toast to go (God bless having a room mate) she had not only forgotten some test of her English class for third period that she had grated the day before but also left her phone which was why she couldn't even call Emma and ask if the blonde had time to maybe bring her the papers.
Grabbing her phone from the kitchen counter, her eyes fell on a mug of her now-cold coffee that she hadn't had the time to drink this morning. In fact she hadn't had the time to drink anything today.
Sighing, she emptied the cup in the sink and put it in the dish washer before taking a new glass from the closet.
Water's healthier anyway. she explained that part of her that starved for some caffeine, using the same reason that she tried to keep Emma from her what felt like 26 cups of coffee everyday when she wasn't ordering cocoa (with whipped cream and cinnamon of course) at Granny's.
When Mary Margret turned on the water to fill her glass, she her a loud yelp, almost a squeak from the directions of the bathroom.
It was only then that the teacher noticed the sound of the shower from the bathroom.
Quickly she stopped the water.
The thing with the old apartment was that when someone turned on the water in the kitchen while the shower was running, the water would turn cold immediately. Mary Margret of course hadn't noticed when she lived alone and Emma found out the hard -or cold- way.
"Sorry, Emma." she apologized, sipping on the bit of water that actually made it into the glass as she walked towards the bathroom, hearing the shower being turned off.
Why would the blonde be home at that time?
"I didn't know you were home. Didn't heard the- Emma?!" Mary Margret stopped dead in tracks as her room mate suddenly appeared in front of her only in a robe - but not from the directions of the bathroom.
"I thought you - who's in the shower?"
"Uh, Henry." Emma answered nervously, pulling her robe tighter.
"Henry?" Mary Margret asked for confirmation because a) a ten year old boy should be in school at this time and b) if Mary Margret didn't knew better she'd say the reason why Emma was only wearing a robe was clearly male but not her son.
Suddenly the bathroom door opens, fog spilling out of the room along with a raspy voice.
"Not that I have anything against contrast showers but I'd like to-" the voice hesitates for a split second, obviously having spotted Emma and Mary Margret "-control when to use them."
"That doesn't look like Henry." the teacher stammers at the sight of a certain brunette only dressed in a short white towel, her short hair still wet.
Emma muttered something under her breath, something that sounded very sarcastic but Mary Margret couldn't understand her, her mind occupied with the task to keep herself from watch droplets of water slide down smooth skin of a beautiful neckline until they dipped in between two barley towel-clad breasts.
"Miss Blanchard. Shouldn't you be at work?" Regina says in her typical sarcastic, accusing and annoyed voice covered up in a fake polite smile.
"Uh, yeah I should go. I didn't want to... interrupt." the pixie haired woman says slowly, still trying to grasp what was actually happening.
"Mary Margret, wait! It's not what it looks like." Emma stops her room mate, looking almost in panic.
I'd be too if me and my supposed enemy were caught barley clothed. The short brunette thinks, cheeks heating.
"It really isn't my business and whom I to judge after that Whale thing, I mean you're an adult and perfectly capable of making your own decision no matter how questionable they-" Marry Margret rambles in her embarrassment, making the mayor roll her eyes before she cuts the teacher off.
"Do enlighten us, Miss Swan. What does it look like?"
Regina seems the only one not uncomfortable in the situation. But what did you expect? Mayor Mills always keeps her cool.
"Uh... you know... like you and me... and a bed... and lack of clothing... because-" the blonde stutters, suddenly even more of a babbling mess than her roommate.
"For god's sake, Miss Swan, please before I freeze to death!" the brunette exclaims.
"I can assure you, Miss Blanchard, we're not having an affair... I merely got splashed by a car outside Granny's and Miss Swan offered me to use her shower and borrow me some dry clothes because her apartment is closer." the mayor explains Mary Margret in her unimpressed political tone.
"-which would be the perfect opportunity to give me back the blouse Henry borrowed you, by the way." Regina suggest, or more like orders Emma, her voice holding hints of the frustrating woman the Sheriff used to complain about.
"Uh but..." Mary Margret fades out, eying Emma in her fluffy light blue robe from head to toe.
"It's raining." the blonde shrugs.
"So?" the teacher asked, not sure if the absurd situation made her slow or if Emma's explanation really didn't make any sense.
"You know I always walk to Granny's, it's just three minutes but it started pouring on the way here and neither Regina nor I had an umbrella. I was just getting myself dry when I heard a squeak from downstairs-"
"I did not squeak!" Regina throws in defensively, almost scandalized.
"- and wanted to make sure that the bathroom isn't destroyed just because Madame Mayor saw a spider or something. So I just threw a robe on."
"Oh, well... that explains a lot." Mary Margret says but can't help but think how them sleeping together sounds more believably than them being civil towards each other out of the blue.
"But what it doesn't explain is why you aren't teaching my son and all the other children right now." the mayor's tone sounds accusing and annoyed again.
"Oh god, I gotta go! I only came here during the break to get some papers that I forgot and then the whole-" the shorter brunette snaps out of her haze, looking hectically around like she didn't know what to do.
"Just go." Emma cuts her off, rolling her eyes somewhere in between of 'you are so scatterbrained sometimes that you should be thankful your head is attached to your shoulders' and 'just go before this gets worse'.
"Trying to get rid off me, huh?" the raven haired woman chuckles absently as she rushed into the kitchen to put away her glass and grab her bag.
"What?!" Emma asked, almost in panic, her voice in a high pitch, which was understandable when you considered the growl that was heard at the same time: "I beg your pardon?"
"You know, so you both can get dressed." she covered her attempt to tease the two woman about getting caught in an awkward situation (even it 'wasn't what it looked like') because for a split second she forgot that the mayor is not one for joking.
"First utilitarian thing said today. Miss Swan, would you be so kind and bring me that blouse and show me where you have a blow drier. I have places to be today." Regina goes full on demanding mayor mode, flashing Emma one of her political smiles.
"It was nice meeting you, Mayor Mills." the teacher stops at the door, never one to forget paying authoritative figures respect. Especially ones so intimidating.
"Yes, tho I hope the next time will be under... more appropriately dressed circumstances."
The raven haired teacher gulped. She had completely forgotten that Regina was only clad in a white towel that was just long enough to cover the important parts as she leaned against the door frame of the bath room, her tan legs looking like they went on forever even without the usual 4 inch heels.
'Couldn't blame Emma if she had an affair with her...' Mary Margret quickly dismissed the thought, after all Henry was proof that the blonde was straight. Wasn't he?
"Bye, Emma. See you at lunch." the brunette shouts from the stairs, leaving her roommate to close the door.
"Later." Emma calls back, closing the door. She drops her forehead against the door, taking a moment to collect herself.
"I'm so sorry." the blonde whispers as she turns around to the mayor.
"You should be." Regina snaps.
"If I hadn't come up with that story, the next head line in The Mirror would be one we both don't want to read."
"Hey, it was you who insisted on going to the apartment because it's closer." the Sheriff defends herself.
"And it was you who assured me that Miss Blanchard would be at work." the brunette holds against her, both already driving each other up the wall.
"Now this is my fault?! But well, what did I expect?" Emma huffs crossing her arms.
"Of course is your reputation more important to you than this..." she adds quietly, already missing the playful state the other woman had been in after... you know.
She isn't sure if she maybe said it out loud because suddenly the brunette's face softens, her eyes regaining that playful sparkle.
"And what is this? I would love o hear your definition." she husks, sending shivers down Emma's spine.
"Uh... well, this is... fun, I mean, you're quite something with... and without... we're, I mean this isn't..." the blonde stutters, her mouth going dry when Regina walks towards her, teasingly slow.
"My, my, Miss Swan. I wouldn't have taken you for a prude. But then again, even tho you have a sharp tongue, we both know words are not your strong suit." her whisper and closeness raising Emma's temperature.
"Then maybe you should be the one talking." the blonde suggest.
"I know much better things I could do with my mouth." Regina whispers dark and seductively.
"God, woman, you're gonna be the death of me." Emma groans as the brunette invades her personal space.
"I certainly hope so." is the short responds before both of the women's mouth are occupied with the other
Meanwhile Mary Margret can't get the picture of her roommate and the uptight mayor out of her head. At some point during her lesson a sudden thought comes up.
Why would Emma say that it's Henry in the shower if she had nothing to hide?
Maybe she could ask Ruby if Regina actually got splashed in front of Granny's.