When Emma woke the next morning to find the boy beside her, she cringed. Just tell him, her heart whispered, but she couldn't bring herself to wake him.
At school the next day, all she could think of was the beautiful brunette, and the way the girl would flick her hair out of her face when it fell into her eyes. But when she sat down in her math class, the last thing she expected was to see Regina storming towards her, holding the paper Emma had put in her locker the day before.
"Was this you?" Regina snapped, slamming the paper down on Emma's desk.
The blonde flinched, stuttering and barely making words with her lips.
"N-No. I mean... No. W-What is it?"
Emma knew full well what it was, though, and she wasn't sure if her denial was more to convince Regina or to convince herself, as she was overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment. When Regina met her gaze, she felt a twinge of pain in her chest.
Regina's eyes narrowed.
"Read it."
Emma took the paper cautiously and saw her own handwriting on the page. What could she say? She could certainly lie. That was one option, but it wasn't a good one. Emma decided that she had to tell the truth.
"What about it?"
"Was it you?"
After a pause, Emma challenged, "What if it was?"
Regina's tone suddenly softened as she sat down beside the girl, setting her books on the desk.
"Then I'd be very surprised."
Emma looked away at the teacher walked to the front of the class and stayed silent as the woman began to talk. She was grateful for the break in the conversation and happy to have time to think over her next choice of words. Maybe she'd get away with saying nothing. Maybe Regina would just drop it.
Avoiding meeting the brunette's gaze, Emma focused hard on the lesson, until the teacher finally dismissed the class and collected her things.
After this, Regina leaned in and whispered, "Come home with me," in Emma's ear.
Why? Emma wanted to ask. Why would you suddenly pay attention to me? But she kept her mouth shut as she gathered her books and left the classroom.
After the final bell rang, she felt her heart begin to race as she made her way to the entrance of the school where she waited for Regina. When the girl found her, she stayed quiet, but took Emma's arm in hers as they boarded the school bus. Regina clutched Emma's arm until they reached her stop.
Even when they reached Regina's bedroom, the girl said nothing at first. Instead, once Emma was sitting on the bed, she took both of the girl's hands and leaned in slowly, kneeling in front of her on the mattress. Only then did she speak again.
"I knew you'd come around," Regina said softly, the burst of her breath making the skin on Emma's neck tingle.
"Wait," was all Emma could whisper in response, leaning back against the wall.
But Regina pressed her forehead against Emma's, letting go of one of her hands to stroke her friend's cheek.
"I can't," Regina said quietly. "I've waited too long for this already."
When Emma didn't respond, Regina kissed her softly, letting her fingers slide through Emma's wavy locks of smooth blonde hair. At first, Emma started to pull away, but when Regina continued to lean in, keeping their lips connected, she finally gave in and let their lips move together. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she left them at her sides, but the kiss didn't end there. Regina grabbed a hold of Emma's thighs and pulled hard until Emma had slid down on the bed and had one leg on each side of Regina's waist.
"W-Wait," Emma tried again.
"Are you sure?" the brunette asked, her voice low and seductive, making Emma shiver.
"N-No," she stuttered, clenching her hands, which were still at her sides, into fists.
"Then kiss me."
So the girls locked their lips again as Regina leaned over Emma, sliding her hands up and down the girl's sides. At first, the kiss stayed slow, but Regina grew hungry and began to slide her fingers under Emma's shirt, lifting it just slightly. The cool breeze from the bedroom window gave Emma goosebumps.
"Put your hands on me," Regina said slowly, breaking their lips apart until Emma obeyed.
The blonde put her hands on Regina's arms at first, but the girl pulled away and moved them to her waist.
"You've never kissed a girl before," Regina noted, earning a nervous nod from Emma. "Pull me closer. Make our hips touch."
Emma blushed at the suggestion but did as she was told, even though the movement was half-hearted, barely making their bodies touch.
"No," the brunette said. "Touch me like you want me. Don't you want me?"
"Yes," Emma whimpered, pulling their hips together a little harder.
Their lips locked again, but this time, Emma was more eager. When Regina slid her tongue over Emma's bottom lip, she moaned softly and pushed her hips up. The brunette's smiled against Emma's lips, but the blonde could only blush in response, embarrassed at her involuntary movement.
"It's okay," Regina whispered. "It's supposed to feel good."
But this didn't calm Emma's nerves. In fact, the sound of Regina's voice made her feel weak. As Regina pushed her hips against Emma's, she pulled another little moan from the girl's lips. Again, this made her smile, but only brought more embarrassment to Emma's face as she blushed and turned her head away.
Regina was persistent, though, and turned the girl's girl's face gently, kissing her lips.
"Move against me," Regina said, "until it feels good."
Reluctantly, Emma tried this, and found her head spinning when the friction made her core hot with desire. Regina continued to talk her through the steps of seduction until Emma felt she might burst from the burning between her legs.
"Undress me. Slowly."
So, after Regina rolled onto her back, Emma moved on top of her and did as she was told, removing each item of clothing at an agonizingly slow pace until she noticed Regina's chest heaving and her face growing red with warmth.
"Touch me," she said, "wherever you want to."
Emma started at her hips, savoring the feeling of her fingertips sliding over soft, smooth skin.
"Kiss me there."
Scooting down on the bed, Emma leaned in and pressed her lips just beside Regina's left hip, causing the girl's hips to lift just slightly. Emma couldn't help but smile at her own success, finally encouraged by the subtle movement.
"Take your clothes off."
This made Emma nervous, but she did it anyway, leaving only her panties, just as slowly as she'd removed Regina's clothes moments before. When she looked back at Regina, the girl's eyes seemed to spark like two pieces of flint. When she settled back in between Regina's legs, the brunette slid the panties down to her thighs.
"It's okay," she encouraged Emma. "You'll like this."
And Emma learned quickly that Regina was right.