A/N: I'm enjoying writing this story, and I really appreciate the reviews. Only one person has almost guessed what Emma wants Regina to do so far. We'll find out about that a little later…
"When your heart explodes is it deathly cold?
You must let the colors violate the blackness
There is a magic world parallel so leave your daily hell" ~Tori Amos 'Welcome to England'
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The office seemed cold and empty after Emma left. What did she do now? How was she supposed to go about her day and focus on work when she had just experienced such an intensely erotic and wholly out of the ordinary experience that left her body in want and tingling all over?
She read the message Emma had left for her again, and checked her planner. She had a prior engagement on Friday evening to take her mother to Cirque Du Soleil, but she'd have to reschedule. She half dreaded what Emma wanted from her, but at the same time her curiosity had gone into overdrive.
She decided to leave her panties off, and contemplated going out for lunch and sneaking a glass of wine to help stave off her thoughts so she could concentrate. Regina already knew that was a bad idea. Before Emma had danced for her and practically, but most certainly did not, fuck her on her office chair, Regina had admittedly been obsessed, but now… Now she was addicted and craving Emma, her touch, her body and anything she was willing to offer in a painfully acute way.
Regina rubbed her temples and took some deep breaths. Barring alcohol, maybe some caffeine would help take her mind off things. She made her way down the hall, wondering if anyone who passed by could see the change in her or guess as to what she'd been up to.
No one would dare say anything even if she her lipstick was slightly smeared and she wasn't wearing anything under her grey-now wrinkled- dress. It was the naughtiness she was getting a thrill from and she found she enjoyed the aftermath of having her student in her office and the taboo of it a great deal.
The teacher's lounge was filling up with co-workers, who were busy chatting and preparing their lunches. Regina only intended to slip in and pour a mug of coffee. She took her mug, a gift from a student that read, "I'm silently correcting your grammar" and poured a cup of black coffee. Just when she was eager to slip away, she heard the unmistakable lilting voice of Maleficent.
"Regina, there you are. Care for lunch?" the tall blonde asked her voice held a hint of a grudge, undoubtedly a lingering uneasiness from Saturday night. "You never called me back yesterday."
Regina licked her lips nervously. She was feeling anxious and giddy, but she didn't want to give anything away to her astute friend. "I'm sorry, I wasn't feeling well."
"Yes, I know…I wondered if you had even made it into work today. As you get older those hangovers get to be a bitch. You need to slow down, but I do have some aspirin in my purse if you're still feeling poorly," Maleficent offered her passive aggressive lecture and Regina feigned a tight smile before taking a sip of too hot coffee.
"I'm quite alright, dear."
"And Emma Swan?" Maleficent tilted her chin and asked pointedly.
Regina huffed and narrowed her eyes, in alarm and indignation, "Walk with me."
She was not about to have an extended conversation about this topic with Mal in front of her colleagues. Only a few of them had been privy to the party at the night club which turned out to be a strip club. Even Regina hadn't known until they had arrived for Mr. Gold's birthday. She didn't need those nosy teachers who had no life gossiping about hers.
Regina led the way back to her office, with Maleficent following like a lion stalking a wounded animal.
"So did you talk to Emma in class today?" She said just as they were both in the privacy of Regina's office. Maleficent was fishing for information, but Regina needed to know exactly how Maleficent had figured out the connection between the stripper Cinnamon and the student Emma.
"What do you think you know?" Regina paced the room slowly, watching Maleficent for any tells. She cringed when Mal settled herself in Regina's newly christened sex chair, and looked down at her nails.
"I know you, Regina. That stripper had you in tiz, and I knew there was something to it. I did a little digging and found out that not only is Cinnamon one of the most popular dancers at Fairytailz, she also happens to be a student at our very own Storybrooke Community College. Wouldn't you know she's taking English 101?" Maleficent ended her question and her eyebrows rose up as she clenched her jaw and looked at Regina to explain.
Regina opened her mouth to make a threat or a hurried denial, but she noticed Maleficent was looking at something on the floor. She watched as she left the chair and inspected. At least it wasn't Regina's panties.
"Very…interesting…" Maleficent drawled as she picked two $100 bills up from the floor.
"What?" Regina took a step closer and grimaced when she saw the money. She had forgotten about the cash offering that Emma rejected and it blew off the coffee table when Emma had left the office.
"Why is there a large amount of cash on the floor of your office?" Maleficent spoke distractedly her eyes sliding from the cash to the side as she caught Regina looking incredibly guilty with hunched shoulders and a deer caught in the headlights look in her eyes.
"I-I must have dropped it—out of my wallet," Regina stammered, chastising herself that the excuse sounded flimsy even coming out of her mouth.
"No, I think there is something…untoward going on with you and our dear Cinnamon," Maleficent might know more than she was letting on, but the evidence was pretty substantial.
Regina took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She didn't exactly trust Mal, but the more she denied and played the innocent the more Maleficent would dig her claws in and uncover. At least this way she could have control over the information she shared. It was a risk either way, because confiding her secret encounter with Emma with anyone-trusted or not- could result in huge problems for both: teacher and student.
She bit the bullet and decided to give Mal the PG version, omitting certain leg humping and panty removing activities. But before she got her story straight, she was dying to ask her more tech savvy friend for help.
"Okay, I'll tell you a secret, but first I need you to help me," Regina started, retrieving her phone from her desktop. Maleficent stared at her, eagerly awaiting the dish. "Can you help me get to Snapchat on my Blackberry?"
