Deadly Class

Class Seven: Happy Daze

Emma rushed back to her dorm room, finding it blissfully empty. Good, because she needed to process this. Alone.

She was pacing around the room, a weird combination of energy, adrenaline, and arousal. "Fuck!" she screamed out. She felt like jumping up and celebrating. So she did that, with a little fist bump at the end.

Holy shit. She had been kissed by the professor. The professor liked her.

It was her wildest dream come true.

She touched her lips. They tingled from how they had been kissed and the scene in her professor's office circled around in her head.

Fuck. It had been so hot. The way Regina had commanded her, had taken charge. Emma wouldn't mind being pinned to the wall and fucked like that.

She sucked in her bottom lip as the overwhelming need to touch herself found a place in the lower region of her body. She looked at the door, wondering if she could get one out quickly before Ruby came back.

Maybe?

Emma really wasn't patient enough to go to the shower and masturbate there. She needed it now. Deciding to just go for it, she stripped out of her pants and threw herself onto her bed, going under the covers. Just in case she could pretend she was asleep.

Her hand snaked down to between her thighs, finding them spreading easily as she pressed two fingers against the wet spot on her pink panties. She let out a soft groan at this. She was already ready to have her fingers slip inside. So she did just that, imagining that scene in the office, except this time her professor was slipping a hand down her pants, parting the wetness there.

It was embarrassing how fast she came. All it took was a couple of thrusts and she was spilling all over her hand, muffling her scream by biting down on other arm.

She lay there for a while, the room slightly spinning around her.

And then, noticing that Ruby still wasn't back, she went for a second round.

Emma didn't tell anyone about what happened, but they all noticed her almost giddy exterior. The small secret smiles to herself, the far away looks, the wistful smiles. They asked her what had happened but there was no way in hell she would tell them. She knew enough about how unethical such a relationship could be, about how much trouble Regina could fall into, if that occurred. So, she was going to keep mum about this at all costs.

Atlas, she wasn't the best at deflecting questions.

"Is it the professor?" Ruby asked teasingly.

"Guys," Emma said with exasperation. "Why does it always have to be involving her. Why can't it be that maybe I've got a crush on someone else and I'm obsessing over them now?"

"Like who?" Belle asked. They all looked like they didn't believe her.

Emma floundered for an answer. "Mulan," she said, the name flashing in her head. "I sit next to her in my psych class and she's pretty chill. Funny too."

"Sounds fake but okay," August said dismissively. "Introduce her to us."

Emma blanched. "I...we only talk occasionally. She doesn't know I like her," Emma hissed, suddenly aware this might not have been a good idea anymore.

"Then we'll help you come up with a way to get closer to your crush, okay," August said, scheming. Fine, if this was going to be this way- with them testing her mettle on her fake crush, than so be it. Emma wasn't going to jeopardize whatever she might have with Regina.

"Okay," she agreed.

Now, when she went to her psychology class, she had to not only steel herself against seeing Regina and not combusting on the spot from want, but also managing somehow to talk to Mulan and strike up an actual friendship.

Wednesday's and Friday's would be torture now.

And Emma's theory was right. She hadn't underestimated how hard it would be to focus.

Emma didn't know how she would go to class when each time the thought of her professor's mouth on hers ran through her head and got her all hot and bothered. She squirmed in her seat each time the professor looked over at her and she swore she could see a glimmer of amusement in Regina's normally stoic face.

"You okay?" Mulan asked as she watched Emma squirm.

"Uh, just feeling antsy and all. You know how it is," Emma gave a self deprecating sound.

"Yea. Snort too much cocaine and it'll make you bounce off the walls," Mulan said sagely.

Emma's eyes bugled out. Mulan took drugs? Not really a shocker as people experimented in college but still, Mulan hadn't struck her as the type. She was quiet.

When class was over, Emma reported to Regina's office. She was nervous and yet excited at the same time. What would they do now? Would Regina kiss her again? Emma really hoped she would.

She knocked on the door and Regina called for her to enter. Emma did so, thumbing the strap of her bag uncertainly. "Hi," she said sheepishly, almost breathlessly.

Regina looked up from a report she was slashing with red pen. She had a smile on her face too and god, she looked so good smiling. She looked good doing anything really. "Sit down, Emma. We have a lot to talk about."

Emma nodded her head frantically and sat down, watching the way Regina's hand worked as it made strong marks, or scribbled comments on the margins. Emma wondered what those fingers inside her would feel like.

She bit her bottom lip, growing lost in her fantasy before Regina's voice pulled her free. The professor put her stuff aside, finished with her work.

"What do you want, Emma?" Regina inquired, cocking up a perfectly arched brow. "Because we most certainly cannot have an open relationship."

The fact they were even having this conversation was insane. How the hell did-could- Regina want her? She could have anyone she wanted. Emma really didn't understand this.

"Why me?" she shook her head, questioning once more the motivations.

Regina sighed out, as if it was burdensome to explain this again. "Because, Emma. Attraction is a neurochemical reaction that we can't control. Something about you clicked with my brain and attraction happened. If you'd much rather forget this whole ordeal and move on-"

"No!" jerked out of Emma's mouth like a knee jerk reaction-Regina looked taken aback by the force of it. Emma didn't have time to worry over how loud she had said it when such a horrid fate could await them. "I want this...I want to pursue this thing with you."

"So then exclusive dating? But in secret."

"Of course," Emma nodded her head ardently. "I would never expose you. I don't want you getting in trouble."

Regina smirked at this. "Don't worry too much about me, Emma." She leaned in, all predatory like. "Worry about yourself when I get my hands on you properly."

A shiver ran down Emma's back and she tried not to show it, but Regina noticed her reaction anyways. She smiled, content to see what power she had over Emma. "I intend to take you out on a proper date before anything. Just let me know when you are available."

Emma was always available for Regina, but she didn't want to come off as too desperate. She nodded her head as Regina slid a piece of paper towards her. "Give me your number and don't put me under my name in your contacts, understood?"

"Yes," Emma breathed out, hand almost shaking in excitement and anticipation over what was going to happen. She wrote the number down and when she was done she found Regina looking expectantly at her, head tilted a little bit to the side. There was that unreadable expression on her face again. Emma wondered what it meant- Emma knew she wore her heart on her sleeve sometimes but Regina hid her emotions well. Even hiding the fact she had liked Emma for so long.

Emma got up, ready to leave. Regina got up too.

"You don't need to be nervous about our date. It'll be something causal. Just dinner."

"Okay," Emma nodded her head but secretly vowed she'd wear the nicest dress she could find to it.

Regina could still see the nerves radiating off of her so she approached Emma, pressing a kiss to her lips as her hand tucked back a strand of hair behind her student's ear. Emma instantly melted at the sensation, nearly falling into her professor's arms.

She remembered herself and took a step back. "See you then," she breathed out and left the office.

They settled on a date for Sunday, around lunch time. This was so that Ruby, hung over from her partying last night, wouldn't see Emma getting ready for the date and couldn't ask questions about it. Emma wanted this to be a secret from her friends and roommate.

The night before she shaved everything, moisturized, and even fretted between the two nice dresses she had. Which one would make her look hot, but not slutty? She contemplated buying a new dress but she didn't have enough money. And she couldn't borrow one from Ruby because she didn't have any.

But when noon on the dot arrived on Sunday, with Emma waiting nervously at the parking lot with clutch in hand and all her money stuffed into it so that she could afford whatever date plan it was that Regina had in mind, Regina pulled up to her with her car.

She got out, sliding the car door open, and allowing Emma to get a good look at her.

"Wow," the blonde breathed out. "You look-"

"Stunning?" Regina filled in with that hint of arrogance that made her so damn attractive. She filled out her plum colored dress perfectly and she had even done her make up to make her look more sultry. "And you look...delicious," Regina said slowly, raking her eyes up Emma's form.

Emma had settled on a black mini dress which stopped a bit too high on her thighs but which made her look really good.

Her cheeks flushed red and she ducked her head. "Thank you," she murmured as she sat inside the car and Regina closed the door after her, circled around to the front and getting into her seat. They drove off.

"So, where are we going? Or is that a surprise?" Emma asked, once the silence had settled over them. She was determined this should be a good date so she was trying her best to be not nervous.

"No, it's not a surprise. We're going to get dinner-which I am paying for, so don't even try to argue with me on that point- and then we can go see a movie unless you'd rather come back to my house in the evening. I don't want to presume, of course. So we don't have to do anything."

Oh, did that mean sex? Emma's stomach tangled into knots just thinking about it. She wanted to. After all, how many times had she thought of it. But was she ready? Would she not embarrass herself? "No, it's alright. I want to go back home with you," Emma said, her voice feeling more stable than she did. No, she was going to do it. She was certain Regina would be understanding of Emma's lack of expertise in the area and not toss her out for it.

A small smile graced Regina's lips. It was settled.

They arrived at a fancy restaurant later, which also happened to be out of town so no one would know them there, and Emma was glad she had decided to wear a dress. Pants would have been out of question here. They had a private reservation in the back and Emma was glad because it afforded them more privacy.

The menus were handed out and Emma squirmed when she saw there were no prices there. That typically meant that it was super expensive and she didn't entirely feel comfortable with having someone else pay this much for her. But she knew without opening her mouth to broach the topic that trying to argue for offering some cash would not go well. Regina had already cautioned against making such an attempt.

Soft jazz music played as Emma settled on something that looked like it wouldn't be too expensive. A grilled chicken with pasta on the side.

"Do relax Emma. I won't bite. Unless you want me to," Regina added coyly over the dinner table. While Emma had been studying the menu, Regina had been studying her, a gleam in her dark eyes.

"What- I'm not-" Emma's mouth flapped open and shut.

"It's entirely fine to admit you are. I merely want to tell you you don't have to be. Just pretend we're at a casual place right now."

Emma let out a long exhale, not realizing how tense her shoulders had become.

"If you want to talk about it, we can," Regina said teasingly. Emma smiled.

"I wasn't aware this was a therapy session."

"It's not. But keep being this tense and I might just have to give you one."

Emma chuckled. This actually opened a line for conversation. Pushing down her nerves, because damn it, Regina already said she was interested in Emma so what the hell did she have to be nervous about, Emma followed up. "Tell me more about your work."

The waiter came by and Regina prattled off the orders, buying herself some wine and getting juice for Emma who was underage.

Regina arched a brow in response to Emma's question when the waiter left with the orders. "You already know about my job being a professor. I teach two intro to psych classes and one 300 level course on abnormal psychology currently."

"Yes, but other stuff. What did you do before this?"

Regina swirled the wine she had now been given, something of an older vintage based on the label. She took a sip, found it to her liking and drank some more. "Let me give you a run down of my education. I completed my doctorate at Brown University and then came up here looking for jobs because this was my hometown and I needed to come back to take care of my father's ailing health. I found a job easily in the department, though it had not been my choice to come work here. I had grander aims of going to NYC or Boston, but surprisingly, I've sunken into this town. Dug my roots in again and I've now been with the department for about seven years. I hadn't expected to stay this long and frankly, with my father no longer around I don't have much reason to stay here."

"Oh," Emma's throat felt tight. Regina was thinking of leaving? That hurt. Emma couldn't imagine getting left behind and never seeing her professor again.

"Don't look so put out. It probably won't be for another year or two. I have a lot of affairs in order that I need to put to rest on his behalf," Regina assured.

Emma perked up at this. This meant Regina would be around for a little bit and then everything else would be okay.

"Tell me a bit about yourself. I'm afraid my story wasn't that interesting," Regina said.

"Mine won't be either," Emma gave a wry smile. "I've lived in Storybooke pretty much my whole life. I couldn't even escape it when it came time for college. But one day I'd like to see the world."

"You should. If you ever get the chance to travel, take it. You can learn so much from other cultures and other places."

"Have you traveled anywhere?"

"A handful of places," Regina considered. Their meals arrived and Emma eagerly dug into hers. Despite her nerves, she was starved. "Mainly in the US or going back and forth from the Caribbeans."

"You have family there?"

"My mother. She moved there because she likes the warmer climate. And because she wanted to leave my upbringing up to my father. She always was a wild spirit, never able to stay in one spot for too long. Which is why I have many half sisters. One in Britain named Zelena. You would absolutely love her or hate her. One in Australia named Tink, one in Germany named Mal, and one in DR named Jacinda."

"Are you close with them?"

"Relatively. Though I don't think one of them likes me because they claim I am mother's favorite daughter, though I would disagree with that fact. She never really paid any of us much attention."

Emma felt like walls were coming down around them, allowing them to share secrets. Emma was getting to see her professor in an entirely different light. And she found she liked it. She was hungry to learn even more about her.

"I sometimes wish my mother would pay less attention to me," Emma groused. "She hovers over me like a helicopter sometimes. And so does my dad."

"Ah yes, I can envision Mary doing that. But it shows she loves you and that she cares," Regina stated.

The rest of the meal was spent in conversation, the food barely being focused on. Emma couldn't even recall what it tasted like and before she knew it, it was time to pay the bill and head back.

"Thank you, for the meal," Emma said once they were in the car, driving back to Regina's house where they were about to spend the night.

"It was my treat. I wanted to spoil you a bit. We both know I wasn't the kindest to you at first."

Emma didn't say anything to that because they both knew it was true. And then they had finally arrived at Regina's place.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Regina asked as they went inside. "And what movie would you like to watch?" So it seemed they would be watching a home movie instead. Emma felt a bit disappointed. She had thought she was going to cross that next step with Regina, but it seemed the professor hadn't gotten her intentions.

She tried to console herself with the fact that there would be another time and that maybe Regina didn't want to push things. Besides this would give Emma a chance to actually look up what it was women liked in bed. Emma felt a portion of her nerves flee her and gave a little mixed sigh.

Regina handed Emma a remote. "I've got streaming services on there. Pick any movie you would like," she said and went to the kitchen to get them some homemade lemonade. Emma clicked through and landed on a generic superhero movie. Regina had said she hadn't minded watching one last time so Emma was banking on that.

"Good choice," Regina commented. "I actually have been meaning to watch that one." She set the glasses down and Emma turned the movie on. Regina sat close enough for Emma to touch and the blonde wanted to do so. But she didn't know if she was allowed to. She felt so overly cautious because she didn't want to ruin anything.

She had a crazy chance that people like August would kill for and she wasn't going to ruin it.

They watched the movie in silence for about ten minutes, Emma waffling about whether or not she should put her head on Regina's shoulder before she caved. Regina's hand came up a second later and stroked through her locks gently, making Emma's eyes nearly close with bliss. This felt so nice. Emma buried her head ever closer, inhaling Regina's wonderful scent. It was a perfect moment and Emma felt content and at ease.

They stayed like this for the entirety of the movie, Emma almost drifting off to the rhythmic strokes. When the movie ended, it was 8 at night and Emma had to go because she needed to be up and early for her classes tomorrow, as well as finish any homework she had left.

Regina was going to drive her back because she didn't feel alright with Emma taking a cab this late. And when they pulled up to Emma's dorm, Emma idled a bit in the dark car interior. There was something she really wanted to do. She looked over at Regina, nervously biting her lip. The professor's face was a bit obscured by shadows but there was no missing the curvature of her lips. Emma tentatively leaned in. "I had a good time today."

"I'm glad you did," Regina said, brushing hair back and tucking it behind Emma's ear. Her hand stayed there, lingering against Emma's cheek, before it slowly slid down to Emma's chin.

Emma's heart was pounding in her chest. Would her professor kiss her? She licked her lips, leaning over the dashboard even more. Regina met her halfway and Emma closed her eyes as Regina's soft lips met hers. This kiss wasn't like the one's they had shared in the office. It was soft. Slow. Emma could feel every last inch of Regina's mouth on hers. It made her insides boil into a fever pitch. She wanted to leap over the dashboard and straddle her professor's lap and kiss her way up and down her chest.

But she wasn't athletic enough for that, so she settled on placing a hand on Regina's thigh, feeling the smooth and warm skin of it. Her nails bit into it as her breath hitched in the back of her throat when Regina slowly parted their lips to let her tongue slide over Emma's and tangle with it. But before the kiss could evolve even more, Regina pulled away.

"Good night, Em-ma," she said in a slightly throaty voice.

"Mh," Emma agreed because coherent words were not a thing her mind could do right now. She got out the car, her legs shaking from the arousal she felt in her veins. She could feel it, making her panties stick to her. God, she was going to need release so badly. To the showers it would be.

Regina waited until Emma was inside her dorm before driving off, and Emma entered her room, a dreamy expression on her face as she let her back hit the door. She would have slid down it dramatically too if Ruby's head hadn't popped up from the bed. The girl wasn't asleep yet.

"Why are you dressed all fancy," Ruby asked, eyeing Emma's get up as the blonde pulled herself from the door.

"I went for a drink with a friend," Emma said non nonchalantly, turning to hide a bit from Ruby's view so she could take the dress off. And so her roommate wouldn't see the look on her face.

"Hm, sure. A friend," Ruby said in a sing song manner. "Did said friend kiss you?"

"Can't hear you," Emma deflected, grabbing her shower caddy. "The shower's too loud." And then she rushed to shower, only allowing the full extent of her smile to grow there.