Last chapter with a sexy and dominating Regina for tonight (COMPLETELY unedited, whoops)! I hope you enjoy! Thank you reviews, favs, and follows! Sleep tight, lovelies. I'll see you in the morning.

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Chapter 7:

On Monday morning, Emma arrived at Storybrooke Prep more than an hour before classes began for September's staff meeting. She yawned her way into the conference room that connected to the principal's reception area. There, the sight of Regina in a powder yellow dress that stopped midway up her tan thighs woke her up at once.

She's wearing my favorite color.

A fleeting thought of peeling that dress off Regina's shoulders took over her reasonable brain. She bit her lip to hold back a moan.

The principal didn't look up from her animated conversation with Mr. Nolan as Emma sauntered in. Only when Red called, "Over here, Swan," and indicated the vacant leather seat beside her, did Regina's eyes flick in her direction.

The other woman's tongue ran across her plump lower lip as she watched Emma maneuver the room.

"Morning, Dr. Mills," she said, adjusting the low-cut blouse she'd bought special for today.

"Good Morning, Miss Swan." Regina's gaze dropped to her cleavage. That pink tongue of hers made another swipe over her lips. "Before you sit down, may I speak with you for a moment in private?"

Emma caught Red's wide stare, as well as Mr. Nolan's for that matter, as Regina traversed the space between them, took Emma by the wrist, and pulled her out of the conference room.

Regina shut the door to her office and twisted the lock. The principal crossed the space between them in two long strides. One hand tangled in Emma's hair. The other yanked the blonde close.

"Don't you think your shirt is a little too revealing?"

Emma wriggled in her firm grasp, needing to feel Regina's body against her own trembling form. "Shut up, and kiss me."

Her boss held her in place as Emma tried to lock lips. "Miss Swan, as of right now the entire faculty can ogle your beautiful breasts. Wouldn't you rather keep them just for me?"

"They are just for you," Emma said breathlessly as her boss pushed her back onto the desk.

Her legs fell open as Regina moved in between them. She cursed herself for wearing pants instead of a skirt.

"If you parade around half-naked, I am unsure I will be able to control myself," the principal cautioned. "Please dress more appropriately for work in the future. Otherwise I will have to punish you."

Emma took Regina's chin in her hands. "I don't want you to control yourself. I told you my decision yesterday."

She rocked her hips against the brunette's stomach. Regina let her breath out in a hiss, her eyelids fluttering closed. Emma surged forward and captured the other woman's mouth.

She pushed for more, for Regina to grant her entrance. The principal accepted her tongue, and Emma explored the hot, wet cave as she continued to gyrate against the brunette's solid body. The other woman's hands fell to her ass, fingers tightening almost painfully, encouraging Emma's movement.

"I'm going to dress like this all the time," she whispered, trailing her kisses along Regina's jaw, then down her long throat, "if this is how you punish me."

"Emma," the older woman moaned, "what are you doing to me?"

She nipped at the brunette's neck, then soothed the skin with her tongue. Regina jumped underneath her, moaning louder. Emma's hand traveled up the yellow dress, aching to cup the principal's full breasts.

A knock interrupted them.

"Dr. Mills?" Tink's voice filtered through the door. "It's 7:01. Are you ready to start the meeting?"

They sprang away from one another. As Emma stared at the disheveled principal, she realized she'd completely forgotten where they were.

"We will be out in one moment, Miss Bell," Regina called back, her voice uneven. "Please start reading through the agenda without me."

The principal lowered her voice. "Miss Swan, your mouth is covered in my lipstick."

"Yeah." Emma touched her lips. "Your face is wrecked."

"Fuck," Regina snapped. She went to the other side of her desk and pulled out a compact.

Did I just hear Dr. Mills curse?

She grinned.

I like it.

"Don't just stand there," Regina said. "Clean yourself up."

She wiped her face off with the sleeve of her blazer, earning an eye roll from her principal, and adjusted her hair. "Better?"

"Brilliant," Regina deadpanned as she reapplied her lipstick. "What about me?"

Emma stifled a snicker. Her boss's hair looked like a bird's nest, and Emma's love bite had left a red mark on her neck.

"I'll help you." She smoothed the brunette's hair, wet her thumb and discovered the redness came from Regina's lipstick, not her teeth. She made a note to remedy that fact the next time they stole a moment.

"Your hands are very gentle," Regina grumbled.

She saw a rare tenderness in the brunette's gaze before Regina looked away.

"My, we're quite the morning person, aren't we?" she replied. "As for the way yours were gripping my ass, I think you left bruises."

Her boss strutted to the door. "I did tell you I would punish you."

Back in the conference room, Emma locked her palms on the mug Regina had given her the week before. She worried if she let them wander even an inch away from the scalding porcelain, they'd somehow wind up attached to the principal's bosom.

Can't have that while we're trying to be all professional.

Regina droned on about the meeting she had the week before with the Board of Trustees. Emma tried her best to focus on the words, but her gaze kept slipping to those plump lips she'd kissed not once but twice now. How many more kisses could she steal today? she wondered.

It would be her goal, she determined, to kiss that vixen at least once more before they parted ways at the end of the day.

"Did you hear me, Miss Swan?" Regina's fingers drummed on the conference table as Emma awoke from her fantasy.

Her cheeks flushed. "Uh, no, could you repeat that?"

"For the third time, I said I will completing more classroom visits to please the Board. As you are the newest teacher here, you are prepared for me to watch your lectures today, yes? I must ensure you're following the syllabus I gave you."

How would she be able to focus on a lesson plan with Regina in the same room? Half the time, she could barely form complete sentences around the woman.

"Sure," she said, clenching the mug in her hands even tighter. "Sounds great."

"As the Board's pressure continues to increase…" Regina went on, and Emma settled back into fantasyland for the remainder of the meeting.

They ended several minutes late. Teachers vacated the conference room, trampling one another to reach their classrooms before the bell.

In the hallway, Red took hold of her elbow. "Can you believe all the crap the Board is forcing on us? It's crazy. Maybe they should try doing our job for a day."

Emma realized she couldn't recall any content of the meeting, though every single one of the curves Regina's dress highlighted were burned into her brain.

"Well, I'm sure they have their reasons," she said.

"Reasons, my ass. Maybe if Dr. Mills had a better relationship with her mother, we wouldn't have to deal with this."

"Her mother?"

Red nodded. "Yeah. Cora Mills is the Head of the Board."

"She is?"

"Try not to act so shocked, Swan. It's on the school's website."

Emma shrugged off Red's words. "I hadn't even looked up directions to this place until the day I got here. I take it Regina and her mom aren't close?"

"Rumor is, they hate each other. So if the Board is coming down hard on us, prepare for your life to become a living hell." Red scanned Emma's body. "In the classroom and in the bedroom."

They reached the stairs as the five-minute warning bell went off.

"We haven't slept together." Yet. She frowned. "Say, isn't it a little weird that Regina's the principal if her mom runs the Board? That seems like nepotism."

Red rolled her eyes. "You really have no clue about this place, do you? The Mills own half of Storybrooke. Regina's forefathers founded this place over a hundred years ago. Of course they're keeping it in their filthy rich family. Anyway, I gotta go, Swan. See you at lunch."

Emma climbed the stairs alone, dumbfounded.

The Mills family owns this place? They own freaking Storybrooke?

She'd figured Regina for a rich kid, but this put her in a whole other league. Emma's stomach knotted as she thought about her own upbringing, the dozens of foster homes, the fact she'd never met her real family.

Maybe this thing between us isn't such a good idea, after all. How could she ever relate to someone like me? How could I relate to someone like…her?

She painted a smile on her face as she entered her classroom. "Hello, everybody. How were your weekends?"

Henry's hand shot up first, and as he spoke, her smile became real. She relaxed into the routine of teaching, forgetting Regina would be coming by until the principal arrived.

The brunette settled herself in Emma's desk seat without waiting for permission. "What are you handing out, Miss Swan?"

She glanced down at the dozen copies of Prince Caspian she held. She remembered the warning Regina had given her not to stray from Mary Margaret's lesson plans.

Improvise, Swan.

"Optional reading," she said. "It's the second book in the Chronicles of Narnia."

Regina's lips pursed. "We will discuss this after class. Carry on."

By the time Emma finished teaching her last class before lunch, sweat had soaked through her blazer from the unwavering heat of Regina's gaze. She all but collapsed into Henry's seat.

"One of your students left you this," the principal said.

Emma glanced up and chuckled when she saw a Gala apple in Regina's hand. "Seems like they like me. What about you? How do you think I'm doing?"

"Your teaching style is very…casual, Miss Swan. You allow your students many chances for interaction."

"Is that a good thing?" Emma pressed.

"It seems to be. However, we need to discuss your decision to hand out those copies of Prince Caspian."

"I remember reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in 5th grade," Emma said, "but I didn't even know about the rest of the books until I was in high school. I wanted them to discover more of Narnia earlier."

Regina leaned forward and clasped her hands together. "Are you aware of the Christian agenda within C. S. Lewis's works of fiction?"

"Well yeah, Aslan is God, right?"

"At Storybrooke Prep, we do not value one religion over another. All works of fiction and nonfiction that we use are chosen because they each address a different bias or because they hold no religious bias at all. This is one of our selling points, Miss Swan. Parents pay high rates of tuition for our curriculum."

"I had no idea," Emma muttered.

She couldn't take her eyes off the black cuff that Regina always wore on her wrist. After her conversation with Red, she guessed the large diamonds that rimmed the watch face were real.

"We come from different worlds," she said.

She stood abruptly and moved toward the window for some air.

"Are you all right?" Regina asked, coming up behind her.

She shrugged off the hand that the principal placed on her arm.

"Fine," she replied, "just ready for lunch. Do you mind if I eat alone?"

Regina's brow furrowed, but the other woman didn't press. "Of course. I'll leave you to it."

Emma watched the brunette go. Part of her wanted to call out, to stop the principal from leaving her. But she didn't because the full weight of reality crushed her spirit.

In a few months, she would move on to a new school. And Regina, who came from traditions and money, would stay here and continue to run the school as if Emma never existed. She would be dust between Regina's fingers, a smudge on her thousand dollar shoes.

She knew. She'd fucked rich girls before. And rich girls never left their money for kids from foster homes, not even when they fell in love.