"Are you okay in there?" Elsa calls from the kitchen.
"I'm fine," Emma grumbles as she picks herself up off the floor.
It's 9:45 A.M. and the blonde has to be in Professor Mills' office at 11:15 A.M. She grabs some clothes and heads for the bathroom. After a steaming shower, she finds a cup of freshly brewed coffee waiting for her on the kitchen island and a big smile from her best friend.
"Thanks, Elsa." the blonde smiles back brightly.
"Sounds like you could use a pick-me-up," the lighter blonde says, exaggerating the pop on the final p as she stifles a giggle and hands Emma the cup.
"Oh, ha-ha." Emma giggles along with her.
"Breakfast?"
Emma looks at the clock on the microwave. The green numbers show it's 10:25 A.M. "Nah, I think I'm gonna head out. I don't want to be late. I'll grab a bite at Granny's when I'm done."
Elsa nods. "Good luck! I'll see you later."
"Later." Emma sighs as she grabs her keys and prepares to head to what she is certain is her doom.
Regina stifles a yawn behind her hand as she sits in the front of her first class of the day. As she takes a long sip of her caramel flavored coffee she lets her mind wander back to the previous evening.
After three hours of grading papers, Regina had finally made it to the end. She capped her red pen when she read Miss Swan's name at the top of the paper. She rolled her chair away from the desk in her home office and stretched her arms over her head. When her back cracked between her shoulder blades she released a small groan. "That's better. Now Miss Swan, let's see how this story ends," she said to herself as she started at the beginning.
'She smiles up at her lover with warm, trusting eyes. Her hands are bound above her head with velvet ropes and secured to the headboard. She watches as her lover slowly places feather-light kisses down her abdomen. She struggles slightly wanting to wrap her fingers in her lover's hair. She moans softly as the heat between her thighs increases with every kiss. Her lover's hands tease her sides, tracing slowly down to her hips which rise slightly as she gasps.
"Please, I need to feel you." Her plea is sweet but desperate. The only response is a moan from her lover's throat. Their hands now tracing lightly over her thighs, from outside to in. Their lips are mere inches from her hot aching core. Her lover blows a small puff of air on her exposed clit. She raises her hips trying desperately to find any contact.
"Now, now. Patience." her lover says before using the tip of their tongue to tease the bundle of nerves. She moans louder, pleading, "Please …" but is cut short as her lover dives into her.
Her partner's tongue moves languidly over the sensitive bud at the apex of her sex. Her head falls back onto the pillows.
"Gods, yes," she moans loudly.
Her hips rise in an attempt to gain more contact, but her partner has other plans. They pull away from her, a wicked grin upon their face.
"You're torturing me," she groans, raising her head to look at her love.
"Just a little," they say as they climb up her body and place a chaste kiss upon her lips. "I just can't help myself. I love the way you taste and want to savor every second," they whisper into her ear as their hands grip her hips.
Her lover pats her right thigh playfully as they rise from the bed.
"You're going to need your hands for what I have in mind," they say as they untie the velvet binds.
Her sensitive folds clench tightly as her lover climbs back onto the bed, a thigh on either side of her head and their sex mere inches above her face. She is enjoying the view of her lover's supple ass when the caress of her lover's voice, laced with arousal cuts through the quiet of the room.
"I need the attention of my babygirl," they say as they lower their body atop her and suck her sensitive nether lips into their mouth. Their tongue dances across the sensitive flesh.
"As you wish, my Queen," she moans.
They cling tightly to each other, neither able to get close enough to the other as they show the other just how much they love them. They shower each other in love and pleasure until the first lights of dawn. Only then do they surrender to sleep wrapped tightly in each other's arms.'
Regina's heart raced. She read over the line several more times. 'As you wish, my Queen.' She pulled the memory of the blonde to the forefront of her mind, standing in front of her classroom door bent over and panting. She was eager to please and though outwardly she seemed shy, she let herself go in her writing.
Regina sat the paper aside and decided that it was time for that bath. As she sank into the lavender-scented water the heat relaxed her muscles. She lazily trailed her fingers between her thighs, a small gasp escaping her lips as she found her heated center. Her hips moved in time to her ministrations as she quickly picked up speed. She ran Emma's story visually through her mind, replacing the bound trusting girl with the blonde and she was her Queen.
Regina's eyes shoot open. She looks around for a moment for the source of the intrusions to her daydreams. Sighing, she takes the paper offered to her by one of her Creative Writing 2 students. She shouldn't be so disappointed by the intrusion. Emma Swan is her student after all, and while not against university policy, it is frowned upon to engage in any form of outside relationship with a student. "She's probably already in a relationship," Regina thinks.
When she looks up at the clock it is 10:45 A.M. She really needs to get her mind back on her work and off the blonde who seems to be taking over. Regina stands from her desk and walks to the podium in the middle of the class. "Your first official assignment will be a minimum of five pages. A short story set in a fictional land. I want detailed descriptions. I want to be able to feel, see, smell, hear and taste your writing when I read it." She dismisses the class in front of her and heads to her office to prepare for her meeting with Emma Swan.
Emma pulls up to the diner with 20 minutes to spare. As she exits her yellow bug she hatches what she believes to be a genius idea. Perhaps if she brings the Professor lunch and coffee, she will go easy on her. Right?
Emma enters and walks up to the bar plopping on an available stool.
"Hey, Ems." Ruby grins at her friend. "The usual?"
"Yes and no. Can I get my grilled cheese and fries along with …" she pauses for a moment thinking about what the brunette professor might enjoy. She is thin but filled out in all the right places. Her hips are voluptuous, and her ass, Emma could get lost watching that ass all day. A goofy grin paints the blonde's face.
"Yo," Ruby snaps her fingers in Emma's face. "Earth to Em."
"Sorry," the blonde murmurs. "A grilled chicken salad and two coffees. To go."
Ruby quirks a brow at her daydreaming friend. "Lunch date?"
"What?! NO!" Emma protests quickly. "I have a meeting with Professor Mills about the paper I wrote yesterday. I'm trying to soften the blow by bribing her with food and coffee."
Ruby laughs at her friend. "Uh-huh." She gives her a wolfish grin and disappears to put in her order.
Emma rolls her eyes. "I'm just trying to keep out of as much trouble as possible." the blonde thinks to herself. "There's no harm in bringing someone food and coffee as a peace offering." She lets her mind drift back into the clouds. She licks her lips just thinking about her professor. She can see the image that stood before her after she had caught her breath yesterday. Those round supple breasts, while not exposed, pushed the boundaries of the fabric that held them. Emma stifles a moan as she is jerked from her musings.
"Do not leave a puddle for me to clean up after you leave." Ruby laughs as she drops the bag with her order in front of the blonde.
"What the … what are you talking about?" Emma turns away from her friend as a blush heats across her cheeks and down her neck.
Ruby laughs. "You looked like that scene in 'When Harry met Sally'."
"Whatever." Emma huffs and stands, throwing a few bills on the counter. "I'll see you later, Rubes."
"I want details!" The tall brunette calls after her.
Emma rolls her eyes and continues out the door.
When Emma is outside and safe from the teasing of her friend she looks at her phone to check the time. "Fuck!" She huffs. She was so lost in her own mind she hadn't kept track of the time and she has to be in Professor Mills' office in two minutes.
Emma takes off in a sprint trying not to jostle the contents of the bag she is holding, too much. She hopes Ruby put the coffee in a cup holder and not just loose in the bag. A soggy lunch would be less than helpful. She makes it to the tall building and bolts in, turning quickly at the stairs. As she hits the second-floor landing, not paying the least bit of attention, she runs smack into something. The blonde slides across the floor on her ass, eyes closed tightly as she clutches the lunch bag tightly to her so it wouldn't spill. When she opens her eyes to see what she ran into they widen and all color drains from her face.
"Professor Mills, I am SO sorry!" The blonde says scrambling to her feet. She reaches out her free arm to help her professor up.
"Miss Swan. Why, pray tell, were you sprinting up the stairs?"
"I um .." the blonde stumbles over her words, "I lost track of time and didn't want to be late to our meeting."
"Yes, well that is still no excuse to come charging in like your ass is on fire."
Emma giggles.
"What is so funny?" The professor huffs in agitation.
"Nothing!" The blonde shouts as she comes back to her senses. Though internally she is still laughing at the fact that her professor said ass.
"Then, shall we?" Regina motions with her hand toward her office.
Emma nods and follows her professor. As they walk the short distance, Emma's eyes begin to travel down the back of the woman. Gods did this woman have knock-out curves. Today she wears a pantsuit, and the curve in her back just before the pants hug her ass leaves little to Emma's imagination. She licks her lips practically running into the brunette again.
"Here we are." The professor looks at her with a raised brow. "Are you quite alright Miss Swan? You look a bit flush."
"Yeah, no, I'm …" Emma scolds herself internally. "Yes, Professor Mills, I am fine. It's just from running all the way down the block."
The professor nods and opens the door to her office.
"Please, come in and have a seat."
As Emma enters the room she is completely engulfed in the scents of apple, cinnamon, and vanilla. The blonde closes her eyes, inhaling deeply and letting the aroma overtake her. There is a fourth note in the symphony that she can't quite place. The scent is subtle yet slightly musky; alluring even.
"Miss Swan?" Emma is snapped back to reality by the slightly annoyed voice behind her. "Are you going to sit, or do you intend to stand in the middle of my office daydreaming?"
Emma's cheeks pinken. "Sorry," she offers. "Your office just smells like apple pie a la mode with a hint of …" the blonde let her sentence fade for a moment. She isn't about to blurt out sex … "something I can't quite put my finger on."
"It's amber," the brunette looks at her questioningly. "It helps me relax, so I have an automatic spritzer." She points to the device on the bookshelf behind her desk. As she makes her way to her chair behind said desk, she motions for Emma to take the seat in front of her. "Now," the professor begins, "about this paper."
Emma's eyes widen slightly and she swallows hard. "Before we dig into that, would you mind if …" she trails off as she pulls a cup holder with two coffees out of the bag, thankful that they haven't spilled, and the two lunches, "we had lunch? I haven't eaten yet and I am starving."
The brunette sighs but obliges. "That's fine, just don't make a mess of my desk please."
Emma hands a cup of coffee and the salad to her professor with a shy smile. "I thought you might be hungry as well."
Regina is slightly taken aback but smiles softly. "Trying to butter up the professor Miss Swan?" She jokes.
"I uh ... what? No, I just thought..." Emma blushes and is cut short by a deep laugh from the woman across from her.
"Relax, Miss Swan. I am only joking." Regina watches as the blonde drops her gaze to her lap and begins to pick at the skin around her fingernails. The pink blush already adorning her cheeks blooms into a beautiful red, spreading across her neck and ears. "Thank you, I appreciate the thought."
"I didn't know what you would like so I got you a grilled chicken salad," Emma says. Though her head stays lowered she lifts her eyes to meet her professor's gaze.
"That is perfect," she says, her deep mocha eyes settling on the jade ones before her."I prefer a lighter lunch with ample protein."
Emma holds her breath. Those eyes are so intense. There is a plethora of emotion within them, but all hidden. It is like a locked door with a window just high enough that Emma can't see through it, and she desperately wants the key that will unlock that door. She takes a deep breath and brings herself back to reality before she is found lost in her dreams for the third time that day.
Regina takes a tentative bite of her salad, swallowing before moving on. "Now, about this paper."
Emma blushes profusely.
"Would you care to explain what you were thinking?"
The blonde squirms slightly in her seat, but shrugs, "You did say to write about a dream we had."
The brunette nods, a small smile creasing her lips. "And is there a reason you didn't write about the job you hope to obtain like the rest of your classmates? Or do you hope to obtain a job writing pornography?"
Emma's eyes widen and her face suddenly feels like it is on fire. Her forehead to the top of her chest turns bright red. "NO! I …" she takes a deep breath. "I do not intend to get a job writing porn. I did however take the opportunity to write about a dream. That was the prompt after all." The blonde lowers her eyes and begins picking at her nails once more.
"Indeed, it was. And I commend your imagination. I do have one more question though." The professor smirks at her student. "Why this particular dream?"
Emma wasn't prepared for that question. Why hadn't Emma prepared for that question? "Dammit Swan," she kicks herself internally.
"I …" The blonde panics. She can't tell her professor it was brought on by the woman herself mere moments before pencil was put to paper. Emma's favorite song had popped into her head at the same time the images of her professor standing in front of her at the classroom door had and the two thoughts mingled together to create the most delicious daydream the blonde had ever had. "A song that I like," the blonde says, offering only half lies.
"They make pornographic music?" The professor chuckles.
"I mean, yes they do, but … No, that's just … it's what I see when I listen to the song."
The brunette woman nods, pondering for a moment. "What song is it that you were thinking of if I might inquire."
"It's called 'Just a Little' by Liberty X."
The professor opens her laptop and after a few clicks, Emma can hear the familiar music fill the room.
Sexy, everything about you's so sexy. You don't even know what you got. You really hit my spot. Oh yeah, yeah. And you're so innocent. Please don't take this wrong 'cause it's a compliment. I just wanna get with your flow. You've gotta learn to let go. Oh baby, won't you.
Emma gulps. Gods, was her professor watching the video on YouTube or listening on Spotify? Was she seeing the tight leather from the video or merely listening? And there was the chorus.
Work it a little (oh yeah). Get hot just a little. Meet me in the middle. Let go, just a little bit more (just a little bit). Gimme just a little bit more (just a little, just a little).
Emma stares expectantly at the woman in front of her who simply keeps her eyes on the screen before her, listening, and from what Emma could gather at this point, watching intently.
Let me, I'll do anything if you just let me (come on baby). Find a way to make you explore. I know you wanna break down those walls, yeah yeah. And it's so challenging. Getting close to you's what I'm imagining. I just wanna see you get down. You gotta let it all out. Oh baby, won't you just.
Regina closes her laptop, her dark eyes traveling up to meet the gaze of the clearly terrified student in front of her.
"Yes, I see how that song could elicit such writings. You have a lot of potential. You are one of the most promising students I have had in the last few years."
The blonde lets out the breath she didn't know she had been holding. "I'm sorry if the subject matter was inappropriate," the blonde offers "I just…"
"Nonsense. We are both adults. You tread a fine line though. You put such detail into the work without being so explicit that the writing turned into nothing more than words of filth on the page. You also added a level of emotion I don't see many young people write with today."
Emma smiles but drops her gaze to the floor.
"I have one final question for you, Miss Swan. What made you decide to conceal the gender of the lover until the very end?"
Emma's head shoots up and her eyes widen in horror.
"I uh …," she gulps and tries again, "I thought it would add an element of suspense.?" Her statement had come out more like a question. She hadn't intended to disclose the gender of the lover in her story.
"That would be my only critique of this particular work. Someone reading it would picture their idea of the lover. When they got to that part they could easily be torn from the story. Consistency is key in writing."
The blonde nods and worries her bottom lip between her teeth. She picks up her coffee to take a sip and it dribbles down the front of her t-shirt. "Damn it, Ruby." She says aloud as she sets the cup on the corner of her professor's desk and holds her shirt away from her. She paled when she noticed the white writing across it. She thought she had grabbed a plain black t-shirt.
Regina watches the scene unfold. As the blonde pulls the black fabric away from her torso and turns two shades whiter, the professor takes the time to read what it says. 'Adulting: Would not recommend' there is a series of five stars with only one filled in before the text continues. 'Overrated and Overpriced'. She leans her head to the side in contemplation just as the blonde begins to peel the shirt over her head. The gray fabric of the form-fitting tank top shows the blonde's very erect nipples. Heat flood's the brunette's body and she quickly averts her gaze.
"I'm so sorry, Professor Mills. I'll just get my stuff and go before I mess up more than my shirt." The blonde says, scrambling to put the lid securely on her to-go cup.
"I have a proposition for you."
Emma swallows, her voice rather soft now. "Okay?"
"I need tutors this semester. I know most students want to get through their classes and be done. They especially don't want to come in on the days they don't have classes, but your talent speaks for itself. I was hoping that you could help me. Tutoring is Tuesday and Thursday from 3-6 P.M. If you agree to help me, I will need you to stay after the other students leave to go over the work you did with them and tell me where they are improving and where they need more help."
After a few moments have passed and the blonde hasn't responded Regina decides to tack on " I will provide dinner of course."
"I'll do it!" The blonde says eagerly. "I mean, I don't have classes on Tuesday, and I only have one class on Thursday, but it runs from 11:00 A.M. to 1:00 P.M. so I could easily grab lunch and be back for tutoring."
The professor smiles at the acceptance. "Alright then, would you like to start today or on Thursday?"
"I'm already here," the blonde shrugs. "Might as well just stay." She smiles at her professor now. As their eyes met Emma's brighten and she can feel a warmth spread through her entire being.
"You should eat your lunch before it gets any colder," the brunette nods towards Emma's food, forgotten in front of her.
Emma smiles and picks up her sandwich taking a tentative bite as she sits back down.
"I have another class at 1 P.M. You are welcome to sit here if you don't want to drive back home or you may leave, whatever you wish."
"I'll probably just go back to the diner and hang out until it's time to come back." The blonde offers her professor a wide grin.
"Alright then. I shall see you at 3 P.M. Feel free to finish your lunch before you leave though." Emma watches the brunette walk across the room opening the door, "And Emma dear," she turns with an expression Emma can't read, "Adulting can have its upsides." The brunette leaves the room and a deeply confused but rather excited Emma with it.
She watches the door close and then turns back to her lunch once more. She picks at the fries while taking in her surroundings. Professor Mills has a solid oak desk in the middle of the room that is lined with oak bookshelves filled with every kind of book one can imagine. She hears something spray and her eyes find the automatic air freshener again. She inhales deeply wondering if her professor's home smells the same. "Wait, what?" she questions herself.
She shakes the thought from her mind and continues her visual exploration as she finishes off her fries and picks up her sandwich. Aside from the oak furniture and books as far as the eye can see, there is an ornate mirror on one wall that looks like it is held in the center of silver branches. The blonde looks at the desk in front of her to see a small basket of honey crisp apples and on the corner of the desk are a crystal and black apple. "She must really like apples," she thinks to herself.
She's near the end of her sandwich and is running out of things to look at in the office, but she notes the contrast of the white walls to the dark oak bookshelves. It is regal but understated. If she is being honest, everything about that woman is regal. She has the poise and refinement of a queen. Emma groans. Why the hell is she letting her mind take her to these places? This is her professor. She is refined and sophisticated. She has her act together and there is no way that she will ever take an interest in a former street kid. She huffs and starts gathering the garbage leftover from lunch. She was just a kid thrown from foster home to foster home, until she was about 14 anyway. Aside from her adopted parents and her few friends, no one will ever take an interest in her.
She picks up the brown paper bag with all the trash and walks out of the office. She starts walking down the hall and stops briefly in front of the classroom door looking through the window. She is met with the gorgeous mocha irises of her professor and the most gorgeous soft smile she has ever seen. She blinks and quickly continues walking. She refuses to let herself engage in these thoughts any longer. In the long run, she only risks letting herself get hurt once more, and that is something she simply will not allow.
Emma picks up her pace. Suddenly the school building, though rather large, feels entirely too small. She runs down the stairs and out of the double doors only stopping once she hits the sidewalk. She looks up at the sky and takes a deep, calming breath. After taking a few minutes to compose herself she walks back down the block to Granny's Diner, setting an alarm on her phone for 2:45 P.M. so she won't be late.