Chapter 14

Regina's POV

Granny's Diner has always been a bit of a hiding spot for me. In a small town, it's hard to get away from anything, really, but at Granny's I could at least sit and have a meal by myself without the echoing silence of my house.

I put my hand on the small of Emma's back and guide her across the street to the diner.

"You come here often?" she asks me. I shake my head.

"I wouldn't say often. Just if Henry is having a sleep over and Katherine is out of town and I don't want to sit in my big empty house." She nods her head as I push the door open for her. She smiles shyly and steps into the warm diner.

"Hey Regina!"

"Hi Archie. How are you today?"

"Wonderful, and yourself?"

"It's been an interesting day," I glance at Emma. She extends her hand cautiously still wary from out incident with Mary Margaret, and introduces herself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma."

"Emma, I met Archie when I moved here the first time." Her eyes widen slightly.

"And we've been friends ever since," he adds. I smile warmly at him and move to give him a hug.

"Yes," I whisper, "This is the Emma Swan."

"I've been meaning to extend my congratulations. You look radiant." He whispers back. He squeezes me tightly and then releases me back to Emma. I know Katherine has spoken to him about my relationship with Emma. It's not like I'm keeping it a secret, but nosy little shits like Mary Margaret are common in this town.

"I've got to get going. So I'll let you guys enjoy your meal. It was a pleasure to meet you, Emma." He shakes her hand again and she smiles sincerely at him.

When he leaves, she turns to me. "He seems very nice."

"Archie is one of my dearest friends. Come, sit down." I lead her to a booth and I slide in, expecting her to sit on the other side. I'm surprised when she scoots in next to me.

"Is this okay?" she asks nervously.

"Of course, Emma." I kiss her nose quickly and then I grab a menu for us to share. "Pick whatever you'd like and then go up to the counter and place both our orders. Okay?" Emma nods her head.

We decide quickly and Emma scampers over to the counter and places out orders. I watch carefully, making sure she doesn't have ant more unpleasant encounters. When she comes back to our booth smiling, I'm satisfied.

"Everybody is very nice," she says. I purse my lips. I agree with her, though I struggle to trust some people. Our food comes quickly and Emma immediately begins to chow down her burger and fries, while I pick at my salad.

"How on earth you manage to keep a body like yours and eat the way you're eating, I have no idea," I shake my head. She laughs and nudges me with her elbow.

"I've been blessed!" she explains, particles of food flying from her mouth.

"Emma, jeez, you eat like a child," I admonish teasingly.

"Well, you know, ten years is a pretty big gap." It's a sobering thought, but I choose to push it aside. Emma and I have a lot in common. I love Emma. "Hey," she says through another mouthful of food, "There's gonna be a concert in Boston next month and I've been thinking about going, but Belle and Lacey won't go. Would you like to go with me?"

"Who's playing?" I hold my breath, expecting it to be some obnoxious pop artist.

"It's, uh, Fleetwood Mac." I whip my head to look at her.

"Seriously?!" she nods her head slowly.

"I use to sit in the public library for hours listening to their CD's. I love them." I feel my heart tighten in my chest.

"Yes, I would most definitely go with you. I love Fleetwood Mac. I use to sing 'Songbird' to Henry all the time when he was a baby."

"You're kidding?" I shake my head.

"It knocked him right out." I receive a giant smile and then she leans in and kisses my cheek, thankfully without food in her mouth. I giggle.

"You're the absolute perfect woman. If I didn't think that already, I would be stupid not to now."

"Let's buy tickets when we get home, okay?" Home. The feeling echoes so deep in my chest that I don't allow Emma to respond before I kiss her swiftly, hoping nobody is looking. A throat clears a few feet away and I internally groan, praying that it isn't Mary Margaret.

I'm relieved to see it's my friend, Malory.

"If it isn't Regina Mills," she smiles at me. Emma is blushing furiously and I laugh.

"How are you, Mal?"

"I'm great but I think you're doing better," she winks at me. "And is this Emma?" Emma whips her head around to look at me, panic in her eyes. I nod my head encouragingly.

"Yes, I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you." She stands from the booth and shakes Mal's hand.

"Emma, I also met Malory when I first moved here." She nods again, relieve.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Emma." She had a charm about her that I'll never quite understand. "Mind if I join you for a moment? I'm just waiting for my coffee to go."

"Of course not! Please, sit down." She sits across from us and smiles, folding her hands together on top of the table. I pull Emma's hand into my land and run my finger across her knuckles soothingly. This seems to help, as I watch her shoulders drop back down.

"So, Emma, how long are you here for?"

"Oh, just the weekend."

"What have you two been up to besides the obvious?" I blush and so does Emma.

"Mal!" I admonish.

"Oh relax, I'm only teasing. Katherine told me about you two." Katherine has such a big mouth, I mutter to myself.

"Katherine seems to be doing a lot of that," Emma states bluntly. I nearly choked on my water that I was drinking. Mal seems to be taken aback as well.

"Well, well. Feisty little one, isn't she?" I chuckle recovering quickly from my surprise.

"You have no idea." Mal lets out a heavy laugh before I hear her name get called form the counter.

"Well, that's me. I better get going. See you later Gina. Nice to meet you Emma."

"Likewise," Emma says politely. Mal disappears as quickly as she appeared. Emma turns to me. "You know a lot of people," she says with a smile on her face.

"Small town, Emma. I know everybody. Archie and Mal are really the only people from this town I became very friendly with. I adore Archie. Mal takes a little getting used to. I couldn't stand her when I first moved here. I thought she was into Daniel." I roll my eyes at that memory. "But it turned out she's just that brash with everyone."

"It's nice to see," she says quietly.
"How so?"

"I always worried, even before we started dating, that you spent a lot of time alone. I'm happy to see that's not the case." My heart constricts at the obvious concern in her voice.

"You are so sweet, Emma."

"I just love you," she says quietly.

"I love you too, my sweet girl." I nuzzle her neck affectionately.
"Are you ready to go?" she nods.

"Can I use the restroom really fast?"

"Of course." She stands to go to the bathroom and I walk to the counter to pay for our meal. I hand Granny my credit card and she shakes her head.

"Ms. Swan already paid, Regina."

"She what?!" she nods her head.

"You've got a keeper." I smile, shaking my head.

"I sure do."

When Emma comes out of the bathroom, I am waiting by the door with my hands on my hips, one eyebrow raised. She pauses for a moment and then smiles sheepishly, eyes cast downwards.

"Emma Swan," I growl, pulling her close to me by the lapels of her ridiculously hot and yet completely hideous red leather jacket.

"Surprise," she whispers adorably. My anger undoes it's self in a heartbeat.

"Thank you, baby." I kiss her neck quickly and affectionately before taking her hand and walking in the direction of home.

Emma's POV

Back at Regina's, I'm surprised by how easy it is to make myself at home. Regina is in the kitchen popping popcorn and I'm sitting on the couch flipping through channels, looking for something to watch.

"Babe, how do you feel about Law and Order SVU?"

"Sure, Emma." I cringe a little bit but I bite my tongue. Sure, I'll give her sure. I select the show and wait for her to come and join me. She's popped two bag of popcorn and dumped them into a bowl for us to share.

"May I sit with you?" She asks politely, a playful smile lighting up her face.

"Sure," I say nonchalantly. She flatters for a just a moment before sitting next to me, and placing the popcorn in her lap. She snuggles into my side and we watch quietly for a few minutes.

"Do you want to have ice cream later? I picked up some the other day."

"Sure." I say again. I see her eyebrows knit together for a moment. I think she's getting my point. I can only hope she won't be mad at me for testing the waters.

"Is chocolate okay? I wasn't sure what flavor you liked…" she trails off, obviously hoping for something other than sure.

"Sure, chocolate sounds good." Her eyebrows knit together again and I almost smile.

"Emma." I glance up at her. Opps. She doesn't look happy.

"What's up?" she says calmly, crossing her arms over her chest. This was a bad idea.

"I just wanted you to see how I felt about sure." She stares at me for a moment and I think she's about to go off. I panic and begin babbling. "I just thought it would be funny for you to see how crazy it makes me because, I mean, go that all sounded so ambiguous right? You couldn't tell if I wanted ice cream could you? Or if I wanted chocolate? It felt like maybe I did, but at the same time I didn't. My answer made you feel inadequate right?"

She just stares at me and I suppose I have to try another tactic. Women are infuriating. I huff. "Regina, I'm sorry. It was a stupid thing to do." I'm surprised when she starts laughing.

"You are such a pain in the ass, Emma Swan."

"You mean I'm not in trouble?" She's still laughing.

"Nope. Just a pain in the ass. Now shut up and watch the show."

"Yes ma'am." She turns to me and I watch her eyes darken just slightly. I gulp.

"Ma'am?" Her voice is thick and rough. I nod. I can feel my heart rate start to increase and my breathing becomes shallower. "What are we going to do with you, Emma?" I shake my head, suddenly mute. "I think you need to be punished for being so rude to me." I nod. This women is going to be the death of me.

She stands and grabs my hands, pulling me up the stairs and into the bedroom. I don't make a sound, waiting for her to make the first move. She shuts the door but stays facing it for a moment too long. I don't dare to move.

"Get on the bed, on your knees, hands on the headboard."

"Yes ma'am," and I oblige immediately.

"And Ms. Swan?" I pause, about to sit on the bed. "Remove all your clothes." I feel my whole body start to shake with anticipation as I strip down to nothing and clamber onto the bed.

She still hasn't turned around. In fact, I don't think she's moved at all. The silence stretches on from what feels like an eternity and I move to look at her.

"Do not look, Ms. Swan," she says harshly. I snap my head back. How the hell did she know?! I hear movement behind me and it takes everything in me to keep myself from turning around.

Suddenly the bed dips and my breath gets caught in my throat. She's so close to me I can feel her body head and my arousal spikes exponentially. God Regina, just fucking touch me already. Please. But I don't dare to speak.

"Have you been bad, Ms. Swan?" She whispers into my ear. I whimper, nodding.
"Speak up," she whispers before biting into my shoulder. I cry out.

"Yes, yes Regina." She pulls back on my ponytail and I cry out again.

"That's Professor Mills," I whimper. There isn't an inch of her body on me and it's driving me wild. I push my ass back and quickly groan when I'm met with bare skin. Before I know what's happening, her hand is pushing against my shoulder blades, forcing me against the headboard, and a harsh slap is delivered to my ass. "Shit!" I yell.

"You will do as you are told, Ms. Swan." And I'm given another slap. I cry out again.

"Yes professor Mills." I'm panting and aroused to the point of painful. Her fingers runs down my spine and down to my ass again, where she traces indiscriminate shapes and patterns on my left cheek. I bite my lip, struggling to stay silent. I'm too desperate to come.

"I'm going to make you count as I spank you, Ms. Swan. If you miss a number, I'll start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes professor Mills," I breathe, desperate for her touch.

"If you're a god girl, I'll fuck you so hard." My whole body clenches and I whimper. Her hands stop moving and she gives me one very harsh smack.

"One!" I yelp. Shit that fucking hurt. Another one comes quickly. "Two!" The tension in the room is rising and my ass is burning as she continues.

We've gotten up to eight and I can barely breathe, she's hitting me so hard. I'm hyperaware of the arousal dripping down my thighs. Two more and then she push the front of her body against mine. My knees are shaking and I struggle to hold myself up. Her erect nipples scrape against my shoulder blades.

"You've been a very, very good girl Ms. Swan." Oh thank god. If she doesn't touch me soon, I might implode. "Would you like your reward now?" I nod my head vigorously.

"Yes professor Mills," I suck in a deep breath. Her fingers dance from my ass to between my legs where her fingers run through all the moisture.

"Oh, Emma," she breathes reverently. Are we still role playing or…?

"Please, Regina. Fuck me."

She immediately slides two fingers into my and we both groan at the feeling. Her thumb starts to rub against my clit and I gasp. She starts to pump quickly, building momentum as she goes. I know I'm not going to last long. I suddenly feel her hot, wet center grinding against my ass. She's completely coating me in wetness.

"Oh god. Regina! Yes! Oh fuck!" She starts curling her fingers inside me.

"Emma, fuck. Oh my god!" She's panting in my ear and then starts to suck on my neck, marking me. "Tell me you're mine." I groan.

"I'm yours, Regina. I'm yours. Oh god I'm gonna come. Harder, baby." She slides a third finger inside me and curls them. I come apart at the seams, screaming her name. She slumps against me and I collapse under her weight, completely spent.

We curl up on the bed and then she buries her head in the crook of my neck, letting out a deep sigh.

"Oh, Emma. I love you."

"I love you too, Regina."

It's the last thing I remember before I doze off.