"Emma, do you wanna talk about it?" Mary Margaret asked.
"Haven't you heard it from Ruby already? Considering that you owe her $20 now," Emma retorted.
"Getting information out of Ruby is like the umpteenth round telephone. Besides, I want to make sure that you're okay,"
"I'm fine,"
"Are you sure about that? It would be more abnormal if you were fine rather than if you weren't,"
"Can we please just drop it, Mary Margaret?"
"I'm just saying, you may feel uncomfortable seeing that teacher you kissed. So you may want to talk about it,"
"I'm surprised you haven't gone against everything you've said for the past 300 years and fed off of her blood, considering that you might think she's taking advantage,"
"First of all, I will not go against what I've said for anything, no matter how tempting it may be. Second of all, I might not like the idea of you kissing your teacher, but I don't think she took advantage of you. If anything, you're taking advantage of her,"
"I am not, I'm just doing what I've always done,"
"Which is taking advantage of when a girl has feelings for you,"
"Not my fault,"
"Emma!"
"I'm going to school. I'll see you later!"
Without another word, she waved goodbye and walked out the door. Of course, Ruby was waiting for her per usual.
It was now December, and the weather was getting much colder. It didn't really effect Emma that much, but Ruby was shivering.
"Aw, does your fur not keep you warm enough?" Emma teased.
"Shut up, Swan," Ruby retorted.
Letting out an obnoxious laugh, she took her jacket off and wrapped it around her waist. Now, she was only wearing her thin white tank top. She spread her arms out, then let out a long sigh as the cold air brushed against her skin.
Ruby grumbled, then wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm. She pulled her red beanie over her ears, hoping that it might help.
By the time they arrived at Storybrooke High, snowflakes were falling down upon them. Emma barked out another laugh as Ruby continued to shiver. She almost wished that she had worn shorts as well just to spite her.
Knowing that she might get dress coded if she walked in with her tank top, she wrapped her jacket back over her shoulders. She internally scowled at her school's system.
Ruby waved her a quick goodbye, then bounded off to Dorothy who was waiting for her by her locker.
Emma went straight to the Spanish classroom, then pulled her phone out while she waited. Absentmindedly scrolling through edits, she wasn't expecting to feel a tap on her shoulder. She whipped around to see some scrawny looking kid smiling at her.
"Yeah?" She asked, confused.
"Will you go out with me?"
She let out a laugh so loud, the room next door probably heard it. Seriously, who the hell did this kid think he was?
"Who are you?" She asked, trying to contain her laughter.
"Walsh," he muttered quietly.
"Alright Walsh, how old are you?"
"I'm 14, but my family says I can pass for 16."
"Yeah, sorry kid. I'm too old for you,"
And too gay for you. And pursuing a teacher. She wanted to add.
His cheeks turned red as he walked back to his seat, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Emma almost felt a little bad for him.
Her feelings quickly faded as her annoying teacher entered the classroom. Mr. Spencer hadn't liked her from day one. She didn't like him either. He especially hated how good she was at Spanish. Although she never put in the effort to ask Dr. Hopper to be moved to a more advanced class.
As he passed her, she even muttered a few Spanish curse words under her breath. He couldn't hear her, but there was something satisfying about that to Emma.
That class was definitely one where she could easily be on her phone while her teacher wasn't looking. Despite Mr. Spencer being a pain in the ass, he wasn't very attentive to his students.
With the help of Bechloe and Clexa edits, Emma somehow managed to make it through that class.
After that, she made her way to the physics classroom.
"Emma!" Ariel greeted, motioning for her to come over. "How was your break?"
"Eventful. How was yours?"
"It was fun, Belle and I went to the beach!"
Before Emma could reply, Mr. Glass went around the classroom and places tests on everyone's desk. Well he was an asshole for doing that on the first day back. Everyone around her let out sighs of frustration.
She looked up from her paper, then made eye contact with him. He motioned to her paper, so she sent him a quick glare before getting to work.
The test took up the rest of the class period, so everyone was grateful when the bell rang. Emma handed in her test, then exited the classroom.
It was still snowing outside, but that never stopped her before. She stepped out into the cold air, then made her way to the trees. Just like she had often done many times before, she jumped into the air and landed on the uppermost branch.
As the snowflakes melted on her skin, she got out her book like usual. Unfortunately, this didn't last very long. Emma was fine with being in the snow, but the snowflakes melted on the pages of her book. She really wanted to keep it intact, so she put it back in her backpack instead of reading it outside.
Letting out a sigh, she jumped off from the tree and landed perfectly on her feet. She checked her phone, and saw that she still had 10 minutes before her next class started. So she stepped closer to the school, so her phone would be connected to the WiFi. After that, she pressed the FaceTime button next to Ruby's name.
It stopped ringing after just a few minutes, and she was met with a text.
Ruby: lmao sorry emma i'm in class rn. as much as i'd rather be talking to you than doing schoolwork, i can't. i'll call you later tho!
Sighing again, she just decided to head back into the building. She headed for Regina's classroom, looking forward to seeing her again. Sure, it might be awkward to see her after what happened over break. But Emma was confident in herself that their actions then wouldn't be the last.
"Swan!" She heard someone call her.
"Now now, Killian," she dismissed him, rolling her eyes.
He tried to speak to her again, but she walked right past him without a second thought before he could reply.
Luckily, Regina's classroom was open so she just barged in. Her teacher was staring at her laptop screen, completely caught off guard.
"Miss Swan, class doesn't start for another few minutes. What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to avoid eye contact.
Emma felt a tug at the corner of her mouth, then walked closer to her teacher. She bent down, and placed a hand on her thigh as she whispered into her ear.
"Really, Regina? We're still back to Miss Swan?"
Regina whimpered at her voice, but she still refused to make eye contact.
"If you insist on being early, dear, I'd suggest you take your seat," she replied, ignoring the fact that her face was growing red.
Emma leaned in closer, then trailed her nose against the side of Regina's face.
"Are you sure about that?" She whispered, slowly sliding her hand up higher on her thigh.
Hearing the familiar click of the door opening, Emma backed away as fast as she could. This was definitely one of those moments where she was happy not to be human. Luckily, the student who walked in didn't see anything.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, Emma made her way to her seat. She looked at her teacher, who was refusing to acknowledge her existence at this point.
As the rest of the class arrived, Regina made her way to the front of the room, trying so very hard not to look at Emma.
"Welcome back from break, everyone. Your assignment this week is to write a realistic fiction story, a minimum of 10 pages and a maximum of 15. This will be due on Friday, and you'll have all of class today to work on it," she told them.
Well that was just bullshit in Emma's opinion. How the hell was she supposed to write something that short?
She gave Regina a quick glance as a smile crept onto her face. Maybe she could write about a certain blonde and brunette engaging in particular activities...
If Emma had been a human, she was sure that she would've had a very intense hand cramp by the end of the class. She managed to write 12 pages, which was good enough for her. She didn't care what grade it got, but she wanted to make sure that Regina got it today.
As the bell rung, Emma stayed in her seat for awhile longer so she would be the last one in the classroom. This earned herself a glare from Regina.
"Here's my paper," she said, stapling all the pages together. "I do hope you'll like it,"
Regina didn't look her in the eye, but she glanced at some of the words written on the paper. She let out a small gasp, then finally looked up at her.
"Fuck it," she whispered under her breath.
Regina stood up, and walked to the door as fast as she could. She clicked the lock shut, and closed the blinds.
Without thinking clearly, she walked back to Emma and crashed their lips together. She reacted immediately and deepened their kiss. Emma used a bit more force, and pushed her back until she reached her desk.
Regina made sure their kiss was broken for as little time as possible as she shoved her papers onto the chair, then crawled onto her desk.
She cupped her hands around Emma's face, then kissed her again. Meanwhile, Emma's hands started exploring her chest.
She started to reach underneath her shirt, ready to pull it off. However, Regina instantly pulled back as soon as Emma's hands touched her bra.
"We can't," she said, looking away. "Not here,"
"But somewhere else then?" Emma asked hopefully.
Regina let out a long sigh, then thought about what Robin had told her.
"Come to my place tonight," she said.
She got out a piece of paper, and ripped off a corner. She then picked up a pen, and bit its cap off. As quickly as she could, she scribbled her phone number on it.
"Text me later and say that it's you. Don't put my number in as my name. I'll send you my address and a time. Then we can talk."
"Looking forward to it. Y'know, you look like you could've been a queen once. So that's what I'll save your name as,"
Emma grinned, taking no time to wait. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, then added the number to her contacts. She ended up saving it as 'The Queen'.
She sent a quick text, which was immediately received as Regina's phone chimed.
"Fine, be there tonight at 9:00," she said, rolling her eyes. She quickly texted back with her address.
"See you then, Mills," Emma replied.
Before she left, she placed a quick kiss on her teacher's lips, which she didn't protest.
As Emma exited the room, Regina took in a deep breath. She was risking a lot from this, especially for a girl she had only known for a few months. But there was something about Emma, that was worth the risk.