Author's Note : First I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing, it was a really nice surprise to find positive reviews this morning when I logged in. Here's the third chapter, which I hope you will all like. I'm fairly new at fanfictions, so I hope I won't screw it up somewhere along the way and that you will continue to like this story. I'll definitely try.

Gold shook his head, smiling to himself. She was a pretty thing. A pretty 18-year old student. His student! He was also still married and even if he wasn't, he just wasn't a type of guy who would ever make a move on a girl that much younger, especially his student. Still, it was nice to just observe those big eyes and plump lips for a while.

He rushed to his class, looking forward to seeing a look on the pretty student's face when he entered the auditorium.

Regina thought about the handsome stranger while she was going to Gold's class. She knew she was too young for him and sighed, thinking how she'll probably never see him again. That made her sad, because this man unknowingly helped her experience something new. She had never known what it feels like to be attracted to someone so much it felt like someone knocked your air out.

Emma was standing in front of the classroom door and waved a hand at Regina to get her attention.

"Hey. Gold's late", Emma said.

"Good". Regina sighed with relief. "Otherwise I would have been."

Emma chuckled and couldn't help but notice, "Um, you really don't seem like that type. Being late and stuff."

"I'm not, really. Just today...", Regina cut herself off in the middle of a sentence. She never really had any female friends, aside from her childhood friend Mal who moved to Europe a couple of years ago. She wanted to tell Emma about a handsome stranger, but Emma seemed fairly into boys, meaning she probably at least had some experience and Regina felt silly talking about how she just saw a guy.

Emma waved her hand in front of her, "Heeey, Earth to Regina. What's going on?"

"Umm, let's go inside and find a place to sit, then I'll tell you", Regina answered, hoping Emma would forget.

Finding a seat was close to mission impossible. Half of their college was there, not just their generation. Those were people who failed Gold's course and had to take it again. The whole scene was in a way intimidating. Those students certainly weren't stupid, so the course was probably extremely hard. Regina and Emma found a seat in the back row of the classroom. Killian Jones was walking by and stopped to tease Emma.

"Swan, what are you doing up here? Didn't anyone tell you two?"

"Tell us what?", Emma asked, a little bit irritated, but for the most part happy he noticed her.

"If you want to sit anywhere near Gold and his blackboard, you have to come a bit earlier and leave something like a notebook to save you a seat", Killian explained.

"Oh, thanks...", Emma said, pretending she forgot his name.

"You wound me, lass. Name's Killian and I'll strongly advise you not to forget it this time", he said with a grin.

"Or what?", Emma really wanted to know and hoped for something dirty. Killian saw it in her eyes and decided to play along.

"Oh, I think I have just a way to make you repeat it until you're hoarse", he said, getting closer to her and Emma blushed. Wow, this guy was moving fast, she thought.

"And what makes you think you have any chance of doing that?", she shot back.

"I just hope I do", he said, sincerely. Then he left. It was a mystery for Emma how he could act like a bad boy thinking every girl wants him at times and then admit he's not sure of that.

"You're positively blushing", Regina laughed at Emma.

"Am not. And sorry, you were about to tell me why you were late".

"It's not really that interesting", Regina tried to convince Emma.

"Doesn't matter, I'm curious".

"Umm ok. So, I got to university on time and wanted to wait outside, light one up, when a man approached me and asked for a lighter. He was so sexy I could barely speak and I felt like I wanted nothing more than to spend a day just standing next to him and smoking..."

"So, you took his hand, dragged him to the bathroom and fucked his brains out?", Emma suggested.

Regina almost choked on her own tongue. Then she got herself together and answered, "Nooo, I gave him a lighter".

"You're right, it's not much of a story", Emma teased.

Regina just decided she didn't feel like explaining why that was so special for her when Emma asked, "Wait, your reaction to my joke was far more intense than I anticipated. Err, I mean, have you ever...you know?".

Emma suddenly felt shy about asking, so she added, "I mean, you don't have to tell me, I just..."

A slam of the door interrupted them and Regina was relieved she didn't have to answer. Boys weren't really interesting to her, so she only had a couple of kisses here and there, ending everything before poor guys could even get their hopes up. The relief Regina felt didn't last.

She yelped when she realized Gold was in fact her handsome stranger.

"Shit, shit, shit", she thought to herself. Not only was she having a crush on her professor, she also somehow managed to tell him he's not a pleasant person.

"Well, hello, students. I am professor Gold and I'll be teaching you Modern astrophysics for this semester. Rest assured that you will learn something here. However, I cannot promise you passing this class will be easy. In fact, I see some familiar faces today. Perhaps second time's a charm."

Aidan looked around the room. There she was, the raven haired beauty, sitting in the back, looking positively mortified. He resisted the urge to laugh and went on explaining which books they needed and how grading will go.

And then he started handing out some papers. This year, he decided to do an entry test. It will have no effect on the grade, it served only for satisfying his curiosity. He always wondered if the students were really interested in what they had to learn and if they were, they could probably answer a couple of questions.

"You have 20 minutes. You may begin...now", Gold said, expecting to hear the sounds of scribbling pens. But only a couple of students even tried to come up with an answer. He frowned just a bit and looked around the room. His pretty new acquaintance was writing and her blonde haired friend was desperately trying to copy the answers.

"Which part of the "this won't affect the final grade" didn't she hear?", Gold thought, irritated by this. He glanced at his watch and declared, "Time's up. One of you, collect the papers and leave them on my desk".

Then he started his lecture. It was just the introduction and Regina felt she knew most of those things already, but her gaze was fixated on him. He spoke slowly but passionately about the subject, his thick Scottish accent coating every word. His eyes were positively shining as he explained how astrophysicists have to know everything from mechanics to electromagnetics in order to be good at what they do.

Aidan Gold was in the middle of the classroom doing what he does best and he allowed himself to think, if only for a moment, that that dreamy look on this gorgeous girl's face had at least something to do with him. Little did he know it had everything to do with him. To her shock, she realized he sometimes nibbles at his own lower lip when he pauses. Did he have any idea what effect it had on her? She wanted him to nibble at her lip, to pull her flush against his body. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and kiss him and yank at that pretty red tie. She wanted to sleep with him, she wanted him to fuck her until she forgets her own name from screaming his. She wanted...

"Regina! Snap out of it, the bell just rang", Emma told her. Gold was already leaving the classroom and she rushed to him.

"Um, professor Gold, I just wanted to apologize for what I said before. You know, about you being an unpleasant person."

"Don't worry about it. Although you do seem too smart to trust rumors even if they are, as in this case, completely true", Gold smiled and resisted the urge to talk to her some more, seeing that other students were watching them curiously.

Emma wanted to know what was all that about, but Regina didn't feel like talking, so Emma dropped it. They went to the local coffee shop to get the math assignment done and talk a bit. All the time, Regina couldn't get Gold out of her mind. The thing with him was that she already felt as if she knew him, knew his obsessions and passions. She was turned on by him, yes, but it wasn't just for the looks. It was because she admired him, looked up to him and thought they had a lot in common. It was also because of the power. His knowledge was his little superpower he could use to bring Regina to her knees. Perhaps literally.

But he was a genius, an older, experienced man, with a wedding band she noticed when he was taking her lighter. What did she had to offer? She couldn't parallel him when it came to intelligence and she didn't want to be noticed just because of her looks. Perhaps she wasn't even his type.

"What's wrong with you? You're so absent-minded today", Emma noticed. "Still thinking about that handsome fellow you met today?"

"In a way".

"Next time you see him, listen to smart Emma's advice and do something about it".

"Smart Emma? Never met one in my life", Regina joked.

"Heey, what if that hurt my feelings?"

"It didn't. Now, let's do this equations already."

Once they finished it has already gotten dark outside and Regina hurried home to rest and to call her parents. She was an only child and her father Henry was very attached to her. He almost didn't let her come all alone to Storybrooke to study, but knowing it was her dream, he didn't want to stand in her way.

"Hi, Dad. ...Oh, I'm fine, I miss you terribly...Yes, I miss Mom too..."

Regina never had a good relationship with her mother. The expectations she had set for Regina were high and as Regina lived up to them, they only got higher. It was a constant pressure to be the best in everything and Regina didn't want to feel as if she wasn't good enough for the rest of her life.

When she finished her conversation, she lit up a cigarette and took Gold's book, one of many she brought with her to this tiny apartment. She inhaled and caressed his name on the cover of the book, trying her best to convince herself it was just a crush and she had no chance of ever actually being with him.


At that very moment across the town, Aidan Gold was pacing through his living room, trying to think of a way to save his marriage. What happened today, him noticing that girl, has never happened before. His wife was the only woman he could see for a very long time and feeling attracted to someone else scared him. His family came first and he wanted to keep it together. Millah was in her study room, working on her book. She wrote chicklits and while they were very popular and she got good money writing them, he always hated her books. They were dull and predictable and didn't present an intellectually stimulating thing for him. Neither did she. Gold stopped to think about their past and what it was that he once loved about her.

"Aidan, you're home", Millah said.

Her eyes were puffy and he knew she'd been crying a lot today.

"Neal's already asleep. How was your day?", she asked.

"Fine, I guess. Had a full classroom again. I think I failed too many of them last year, soon enough there won't be enough room for all of them to sit."

Millah laughed. He was really strict with his students, she knew and thought it was sexy sometimes.

"What are you thinking about?", she asked him when she noticed his gaze became distant.

"About you, about us. How I don't want to lose you, but I also think this isn't working anymore. And then I think about how it used to be. What happened to us?"

"We grew apart, we weren't happy for a long time. And then I did what I did and ruined every good bit of our relationship that was left", she said, tears forming in her eyes.

"You didn't. Not all of it. I just wish we could find our way to what we were before. But, we've changed."

Millah knew he was right. She dropped her head to his shoulder and enjoyed the comfort of knowing he's still around. Then she decided to try what she tried this morning again. She needed him like that, because she felt close to him that way. She gazed up and whispered, "Make love to me, Aidan".

"Why do you want it so much? Why now?"

"I need to be close to you. I need to feel you somehow and know we're still us", she said, crying.

"But we're not", he said and regretted it immediately, seeing the desperate look in her eyes. He knew exactly how she felt. When you once loved someone, letting go hurts because it questions every beautiful thing that has ever happened. It makes you wonder have you ever loved someone as strongly as you thought you did. The end of a love feels just as intense as the beginning of one.

So he raised his wife's chin up and gave her a kiss, quick and chaste. Millah looked at her husband's lips and kissed him again, desperately and he gave in. His arms wrapped around her, raising her onto his lap. They kept kissing and every once in a while she would grind her hips, to feel her husband's hardened manhood better. He smiled every time she did that. It reminded him of when they were teenagers, she wasn't ready to sleep with him just yet and he wasn't a type to pressure a girl. There's been a lot of situations like this back then and however much he wanted to see her naked and feel her from the inside, that almost innocent grinding was the first kind of pleasure he ever got from her. Suddenly, in his mind, they were 19 again, madly in love and incredibly horny. His hands went to cup her behind, pulling her even closer. He stopped kissing her and his lips now placed soft pecks from her shoulder to her ear, making her shiver each and every time. Aidan was determined to feel like a teenager again, not because those were such happy years for him, but because that was the time they were in love. He was almost nervous, reaching the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head. He felt the same excitement when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. She was always beautiful to him, but tonight, because of all the memories that rushed to his head, she looked like an angel to him. Millah smiled when she saw that look on her husband's face. It's been a while. He carried her to their bedroom, stopping just to pin her to the wall and kiss her some more. Once they were upstairs, she started undressing him. It didn't take her long, she wanted them to be skin on skin, wanted to feel him tremble and sweat. She lay on the bed, his body covering her completely as he proceeded to lick and kiss every inch of her. His cock was long and hard on her belly and just the velvet feel of it made her blood boil and heat pool in her stomach. He felt as if this was the first time, wanting to make it good for her even though he ached for her touch. It didn't take him long to find himself between her legs, and her back arched in pleasure at the first contact of his mouth and her tiny bud of pleasure. He stopped for a second, just to enjoy the way his wife's eyes darkened with desire and then he happily continued, first gently licking and then sucking. God, she loved this. The way he did it, passionate and almost primal made her feel desired. Her hands in his hair, she felt her whole body tighten and then the immense pleasure made her scream. He kept on kissing slowly and gently until her body stopped shaking. Wearing that satisfied smirk any man has after eliciting screams from a woman, he licked his lips and the sight almost made her come again. She pulled him down and kissed him, sneaking one hand between their bodies to pump his member. He moaned at her touch and she felt encouraged so she kept a steady pace while biting any part of his neck she could reach. He knew he should stop her, but it felt too good and he didn't have the willpower. All of a sudden, it all became too much and he growled, spilling himself over her hands and on her flat stomach. "Yep, just like our first time", he thought to himself.

"I'm sorry", he said.

His wife smiled and responded, "Don't be. That little sound you make when you're done makes up for just about anything".

They drifted off to sleep, knowing that their problems weren't solved, but satisfied they felt like a couple at least for a short time.