Emma wasn't thrilled that Regina hadn't found out if it had been a date between the art teacher and Killian, and she was also disappointed that Regina hadn't videoed the dance routine. But she WAS happy with how well it all seemed to be going for her with the English teacher.

"When are you going to babysit Roland again?" she asked as they made their way to homeroom. Regina shrugged.

"No idea, but hopefully soon. The kid really is adorable. And you should have seen him dancing! So cute!"

Emma stopped and stared at her friend.

"Oh Em Gee!" She deadpanned. "Regina Mills is getting clucky!"

"Shut up." Regina hit her on the arm, but she was grinning.

The day progressed fairly well, they had sport, then they headed back to their corner of the world for their free lesson. During English they were looking at poetry, and Regina was excited. They'd had to choose a poem to recite to the class and she'd found the perfect one. She volunteered to read it out after the class had settled down.

"Ok," she stood up the front. "So apparently this is an Australian poem, and it's called Mangoes."

Robin raised an eyebrow, not familiar straight away with it (there were a lot of poems in that book.)

mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are fleshy skinful passionate fruits

mangoes are hungry to be sucked

mangoes are glad to be stuck in the teeth

mangoes like slush & kissing

mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are idiosyncratic seasonal seducers

mangoes are worse than adam's apple

mangoes are what parents & parliaments warn against

mangoes like making rude noises

mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are greedy delicious tongueteasers

mangoes are violently soft

mangoes are fibrous intestinal lovebites

mangoes like beginning once again

mangoes are not cigarettes

mangoes are tangible sensual intelligence

mangoes are debauched antisocialites

mangoes are a positive good in the world

mangoes like poetry

The way she spoke was soft and seductive, and even though there were those in the class that clearly thought it was just a really weird poem, Emma made sure she watched the teacher's response and she couldn't help but smirk.

"Thank you Regina. Anybody else want to read something? Come on." Robin was rather proud of the fact he managed to sound vaguely calm.

When Regina took her seat, she glanced down at the note Emma had written her

Bet he can't stand up any time soon!

Regina just grinned and they listened to a few other students get up and recite poems.

"Mr Locksley?" Emma raised her hand.

"Yes Emma?"

"Do we have to recite a poem from the book?" Robin opened his mouth to reply, but Emma kept speaking. "It's just, if we find a poem we really like, that isn't in the book, can we recite that instead please?"

Robin considered her question and then nodded.

"I suppose so." he agreed. "As long as it is appropriate and you can show why it's worth including, then I don't see why not. Just please make sure that it's safe for a classroom."

There was scattered laughter around the room, and Emma just smiled.

"Thanks Sir."

Regina just drew a question mark on their note and Emma quickly wrote a reply.

Got a brilliant idea. I'll tell you later.

When they got to Maths Emma was determined to spend some time with the Hatter. She was so excited whenever she marked a question right, and Regina couldn't help but snicker when she looked at the teacher's response.

At the end of the lesson Regina stood up and glanced at Emma.

"Lemme guess, you're sticking around?"

Emma looked up at her best friend.

"Well it was so very confusing, I need all the help I can get!" she fluttered her eyelashes, and Regina just chuckled and walked out. Emma smirked.

"Miss Swan, the bell has gone."

Emma stood up once everybody else had left the room and she walked over to the teacher's desk.

"Oh Mr Chapelier, I'm sorry, but I was so very confused by what you were talking about today. I was hoping you might have time to help me now? And I've been getting my homework right, and you did mention something about rewards?"

Chapelier raised an eyebrow and then stood up. Walking over to the door he closed it, flipped the lock, and then stalked back to her, his eyes locked to hers.

"And what exactly do you need help with Miss Swan?" He asked, his voice low. Emma had to force back a gulp. He was looking at her like there was nobody else in the world.

"Well, for a start," she tried to keep her voice calm. "I think you owe me for the answers I got right."

"Five for Thursday and, was it 8 today?" He was still moving towards her, and Emma was leaning back against the desk.

Emma blinked in surprise.

"That's right." She smiled, wishing she could straighten up. He was right in front of her, just inside her personal space.

"And did you want the same reward?" he asked her, leaning close so he was murmuring in her ear. This time Emma couldn't resist the gulp.

"That would be fine." her voice was so breathless. She felt she could hardly breathe.

"If you insist." The teacher turned his head and then crushed his mouth to Emma's, and when she gasped in shock he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth, his hand in her hair, holding her close.

Emma finally had the peace of mind to wrap her arms around Chapelier, and pressed her body close to his, unable to hold back the moans that his kiss demanded.

The kiss just seemed to last forever, and when Chapelier finally pulled his mouth away from Emma's, resting his forehead against hers. Emma was breathless, and she was rather proud that the teacher seemed to be as well.

"I'm sorry I wasn't available on Thursday." he spoke softly. Emma had to think for a moment, and then she shrugged, not able to meet him in the eyes.

"No worries. Just needed distracting." she admitted, pulling herself up onto the desk, rather than just leaning against it. The teacher looked like he was going to ask her for more details but clearly decided against it.

"Well I'm here whenever you need a distraction Emma." He said softly. Then he stepped back. "But if you don't actually need help with anything, I really should go and get myself some lunch. Plus I need to go on duty at second half."

Emma pouted, but she let him go.

"I'll see you tomorrow then I suppose." She said, turning to gather all her things together. Mr Chapelier nodded, and then pulled Emma back to him, kissing her again, before licking her along the side of her neck. She giggled in surprise, and he just gave her a crazed grin.

"Don't forget your homework Miss Swan." He told her, and went back to sit at his desk, as she left the room.

"Getting more maths help Swan?"

Emma jumped when she realised that Killian was standing beside her.

"Jesus Christ! You're seriously stalking me aren't you!" The music teacher just chuckled.

"I told you Swan, I like to watch. And if you're going to keep giving me interesting things to look at…"

Emma glared at him although she was smiling a small smile.

"So you'll watch, but you won't do anything yourself? Don't you ever wish you could do more than that?" She leaned close to his ear. "Don't you ever want to actually take part?" Then she moved past him. "Or do you realise that you couldn't handle it?" And she headed down the corridor.

"Pretty sure you're the one that couldn't handle it Swan!" Killian called out behind her, but she just flashed him a smirk over her shoulder and swayed her hips as she headed to her locker and put things away, before meeting Regina outside.

Killian watched her walk away, and then, groaning, found he really needed to go to the bathroom.

Damnable minx!

A/N: The poem is called, funnily enough, Mangoes are not cigarettes and it's by an Australian poet named Richard Tipping. It is my favourite poem of all time, i just love it. I hope at least one of you likes it as well. I first read it in a poetry book in high school English. Unfortunately i had a middle aged woman teacher, not a sexy man. So finding the poem and having the same colour hair are the only things i have in common with Regina. Sigh. Oh well.