Deadly Class

Class Nine: You're Mine

A/N: Lots of smuts in this one; ye be warned.

Sitting in class and pretending that Emma was just another student of Regina's, became even harder for Emma once they'd fucked. Because all she could think of was the way Regina's fingers dipped inside her, the way she'd pinned Emma under her, the way her hands ghosted over Emma's hardened nipples. Even the way she kissed Emma all down her neck and bitten her so damn hard. Emma still bore the mark now and it was why she was wearing a scarf inside the classroom.

But, things would get even harder when Regina started sending her dirty texts in the middle of class.

I can't wait to fuck you again. Would be one.

I love the way you moan my name when you come on my fingers so hard. I'd keep you coming all the time in my bed if I didn't have classes to teach.

And fuck, the thought of spending all day just being fucked by Regina, at her disposal, was so arousing that Emma had to clamp her thighs together and stick a fist into her mouth as she almost came at the very thought of that. There was a pulsing wetness between her thighs and she could see how wet her jeans had become there.

How was she going to leave the class looking like this?

Another silent buzz as her phone shook with another incoming message. Did she dare look? She didn't know if she could take anymore.

She snuck a look up, seeing that Regina was writing notes on the chalk board. When had she even had the time to send these messages? Were they scheduled to be sent?

Emma looked down at her phone, thumb hovering over the button to open the message. Should she do it?

She swallowed harshly. She couldn't resist.

She opened it and choked back a loud wanton gasp from escaping her lips.

I wish I could be underneath your desk right now, eating you out.

Emma bolted out of her chair and ran for the bathroom, needing to be alone and now. She didn't care if anyone saw the wet mess on her jeans. She needed relief.

"Miss Swa-" she could make out the start of Regina's questioning voice but didn't stop, because if she did, she would combust on the spot from all her wanting.

She ducked into the nearest bathroom, each brushing of her thighs, sending waves of pleasure up her core. Barely making sure it was empty, she locked herself into a stall and jerked down her pants with shaking hands.

It only took her a minute to find release.

That was the first time ever that Emma had cum in a public bathroom.

She did her best to clean herself up before going back to class. When she sat down shakily in her seat, Regina shot her a knowing look, a hint of a smirk on her lips before she went back to her lesson.

"You wanted to see me?" Emma asked in a tremulous voice as she approached Regina. The professor had summoned her to her office after class had ended, a mysterious smile on her face.

"Close the door," she instructed and Emma did so. She turned back to face the professor who was so much closer to her face than before, an assessing look in her eyes. Emma thumbed the strap of her book bag nervously.

"I was worried about you Miss Swan," Regina said and it should not turn Emma on so much to hear her name being said like that. But it did. "You ran out of my class today. Are you feeling okay?"

Oh, so Regina was going to play coy.

"You know why I did," Emma blushed, shifting on her feet. "You sent me those lewd texts."

"Oh, I did?" Regina asked, getting even closer. She let her hand rest of Emma's hip as she placed a gentle, almost there kiss against her racing pulse. "Can you remind me what they said?"

"Um, they said-" here Emma sucked in a huge gasp as Regina pinned her against the door to her office. Her free hand went to turn the lock on the door closed. The snap of it made a shiver go down Emma's spine because it meant Regina had naughty plans for her.

"Yes, they said what?" Regina breathed into Emma's neck, placing more gentle and slow kisses.

It was getting hard to think. "That you would um, you would eat me out under my desk during class."

"Did it? Well, then I suppose I should keep true to part of that, shouldn't I?" Regina said with a filthy chuckle, tugging on the loops of Emma's jeans and bringing her hips right into Regina's hips. "Take off your jeans, and make it quick. I'm starving," she licked a stripe right down to Emma's collarbone, the poor blonde undoing her jeans as quickly as she could. They snagged a bit on her feet as she tried to get them off, hopping on one foot then the next.

Regina helped her a bit there, taking her jeans and throwing them away somewhere to Emma's left. Then, still staying kneeling in front of Emma, Regina slid her warm hands up her legs, starting from her knees.

Emma was shaking with anticipation above her. Fuck, this was hot. Having the professor down on her knees in front of her. Emma felt like one lucky girl. She could feel those warm yet strong hands peeling her thighs apart, revealing the wet mess there.

"You're so wet, Em-ma," Regina murmured, curling her tongue around Emma's name like she would soon be curling around her clit. "Is this all because of me?"

"Yes," Emma replied with shakily, not daring to look down. If she did, she'd melt on the spot and she really wanted to experience this orgasm. Wanted to feel Regina's wicked mouth on her.

She didn't have to wait long.

Regina had sent her an image this time. An image of her hand sliding down between her thighs, captioned, I can't stop thinking about you.

"Miss Swan!" Regina snapped in that commanding and displeased voice of hers. Emma instantly jerked up, dropping her phone into her lap and remembering she was still in class.

"Yes?" she squeaked out, her face red and her heart hammering in her chest. Everyone was looking at her.

"Why are you on your phone during lecture?" Regina was looking intensely at her, hands on hips.

"Um-I-" she floundered for an answer.

"You know phone use is prohibited. Do you want to be punished for disrespecting the rules?"

The idea of being punished by Regina had Emma shifting in her seat like it was hot. She really wanted to say yes, but she knew it would be smart to say no. Yet, she couldn't trust her mouth to not blurt out yes so she kept it shut.

Regina arched a brow. And then turned back to her lesson.

Regina was the one always teasing Emma. Maybe it was time for Emma to tease back? For sure, Emma wanted to actually pleasure Regina. The one had always been the one to bring Emma to a climax simply because she was so mature and knew the body so much better.

It was time for Emma to make up for it. She wanted to taste Regina. Wanted to make her fall apart in her arms. With determination, she would set out to do as much research as she could on pleasuring women to double check her technique. And then, she'd finally get the upper hand on Regina.

She scheduled a meeting with Regina, saying she had some questions about the upcoming final essay they had.

But it wasn't actually about that. Emma couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. This was the first time she was going to be the initiator in the relationship and she didn't want it to look dumb.

"Emma, you wanted to talk to me?" Regina asked, as Emma came into the office. Emma locked the door behind her, mouth dry as she dropped her bag to the ground. Regina looked up at the loud click of the look, eyes flitting over to Emma who was approaching her steadily until she was behind the desk, one hand on the professor's chair armrest and spinning her around.

"You've been teasing me a lot lately," Emma started, glad to hear her voice wasn't wavering.

"Oh, has it bothered you?" Regina asked coyly, a small curl to her upper lip.

"Immensely," Emma confessed. "Because I can't concentrate in class. Not when all I can think of is taking you on your desk in your office until you scream my name." Saying these filthy things out loud felt so wrong and yet it only excited Emma more. Regina arched a brow, impressed by Emma's bold nature.

"And you think you have it in you to make me scream your name?" Regina playfully pestered.

"Why don't you get on the desk and let me prove it?" Emma said, hoping Regina would go along with this. Emma really wanted to touch Regina. To make her feel good instead of Regina always being the one to make Emma feel good.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to Emma-"

"I need to," Emma cut, not wanting Regina to feel obligated as the more mature person in the relationship to cater to all of Emma's tastes.

There must have been enough desperation and determination in Emma's tone to convince Regina this was not something Emma would give up easily, because she assented with a short nod of her head. Her dark eyes got darker and she got up, sitting on her desk instead and drawing Emma towards her by the front of her shirt.

Last time Emma had been on this desk, they had been making out heavily and Emma had been the one with Regina in between her thighs. Now it was Regina who was going to have Emma between her thighs, for a whole other reason. Emma's hands were shaking a bit as she let them rest on Regina's hips, coming in closer to press a kiss onto her lips.

The professor gratefully accepted the kiss, sliding her hands over Emma's and dragging them down so that they went under her skirt. The first touch of heated flesh was wonderful and Emma moaned into the kiss. "Don't be shy," Regina murmured between kisses.

Emma massaged the soft flesh there, a bit over whelmed with how she was actually going to do this. She had dreamed of this so many times and now it was a dream come true. With her thumbs, she hooked down Regina's underwear, a red satin thing, before putting it into her pocket. Hands continued up to ruck Regina's skirt up higher and then Emma was bending down.

It was clear from the shock on Regina's face that she wasn't expecting Emma to go down on her. Emma dove right in without another seconds hesitation, eliciting a small sharp gasp from Regina. The only downside was, Emma couldn't see the expressions her professor was making. But she could hear all the glorious sounds, get to taste her, get to feel the way her thighs quivered as her pleasure grew. Eventually it became too much for her to stay sitting up and she had to lie down, a soft curse word leaving her lips as Emma flicked up and down and used every trick in the book.

Regina was soon writhing above Emma, one hand grasping at the smooth surface of her desk, the other in Emma's hair.

The sounds she was making were everything. Emma didn't want them to stop. If she could just stay in this moment for all eternity, it would be perfect.

"Oh fuck," Regina suddenly keened as Emma tongued her clit one last time and then she was coming, dripping down Emma's chin, thighs clamping around Emma's head and hand in blonde hair tightening until it was painful.

She bucked her hips up as the final waves subsided and then she was sitting up, panting. Her hair was a bit mussed up and her chest was heaving. She was looking at Emma in a new light.

"Where did you learn that from?" she asked in a raspy voice, hand still holding Emma's hair as Emma peered up from between sensitive thighs.

"Uh, google?"

"Thank god for google. And for your talented mouth," Regina huffed in amusement. And then she pushed Emma's head forward again, the message clear.

By the time they were done, Regina was going to need to sanitize her desk properly.

Emma was barely able to focus on her finals, especially because her mind was filled with thoughts of Regina and their budding relationship. Somehow, Emma managed to focus just enough to study and take the exams. And then the semester was over and it was time to go home.

Emma worried over how she would keep in touch with Regina. There was a whole month of them not seeing each other, and there was no guarantee that Regina would even be in town because she had mentioned in passing going to the islands to visit family for the holidays. So Emma would be left in Storybrooke all by herself, with only her nagging parents to keep her company.

It was no going to be too much fun. Emma would miss Regina terribly before school for the spring started again.

"Are you sure you'll really miss me?" Regina chuckled as Emma went to see her off. Regina was packing up her clothes into her suitcase in the mansion, Emma dropping by and lying to her parents, saying she was just getting some last minute things at her dorm.

"What? Of course I will," Emma said, because had cared for Regina for so long. And now she had her, for what, two weeks? Two amazing and short weeks? And now she wouldn't see her for a whole month!

"You might not say that after you get your grade for the class," Regina said as she folded something else into her suitcase.

Emma's jaw dropped open. "What-!"

"I'm teasing," Regina smiles and Emma instantly relaxes. "You got one of the better grades in my class."

"What was your highest grade?" Emma asked.

Regina tsked at her. "Trying to be sneaky, huh? Well, if you must know, it was a B plus."

"You really don't play around with grades, do you?" Emma chuckled, still a bit worried for her grades now. "One of my friends took your class, and she's a straight A student and she got a really low grade from you."

"Let me guess, Belle French?" Regina said as she continued folding. Emma wanted to help her pack up, but she wasn't a neat packer at all. She just threw her stuff into her suitcase.

"Yes, you remember her?"

"I do. She was very over confident in my class. Thought she knew everything and tried to outsmart me. I don't take kindly to that, especially when her work couldn't stand up to her ego." Well, that would the reason Belle had the low grade. "She gave me a lot of trouble. But not as much trouble as you."

And the teasing was back.

"I tried not to!" Emma protested. "I tried to do my best, always."

"Which is what makes you so endearing, Emma," Regina smiled at her here, pausing in her packing to give that stomach melting smile. Emma's insides lurched. She was really going to miss her over winter break. How would she survive it? "Which is what made me fall for you, without me even realizing it."

"Regina..." Emma started a bit breathlessly as she approached her professor tentatively. "I'm going to really miss you over break."

"I'll miss you too, Emma. I'll make sure to call you when I get there."

"I know, but..." Emma bit her bottom lip. "Uh, I kinda..." she didn't know how to phrase it what she wanted. But she wanted to touch Regina before she left. Taste her. Memorize the shape and texture of every last part of her.

Regina seemed to understand that unspoken desire in some way. Maybe it was because she was a psychologist and she just got people. She approached Emma, sliding a hand into her long blonde hair and letting her fingers tangle there. Emma eagerly leaned up, letting their lips brush together. The kiss was slow. Deliberate.

Emma clung onto the back of Regina's shirt as if any second her knees might fail her. Which was a liable thing to happen when in Regina's presence. As they kissed, Regina's hand began to undo the buttons on Emma's shirt. Emma then allowed herself to be lead to the bed.

Just listening to Regina's voice on the other end of the line, Emma couldn't help from smiling as the fuzzy feeling in her stomach grew. It wasn't the same as actually talking to the woman or having her nearby, but it satisfied Emma's loneliness for the time being. This month long break was going to be awful especially because Emma and Regina had just started their relationship and Emma wanted to be near Regina all the time, getting to know her better.

Still, she would have to grin and bear it, looking forward for the start of school again, just so she could sit in Regina's class.

Registration for spring classes happened two weeks into break. Emma sat there, refreshing her page, waiting impatiently for registration to happen. Regina had a class next semester that Emma could take because it didn't require any additional requirements or for her to be a third year. There was no way in hell that Emma wasn't going to take that class. She was. Because she wanted to be in the same room as her professor. Wanted to spend as much time with her as she could.

Emma had never woken up this early for anything. But she sure as hell wasn't going to miss out on this.

When 8:00 hit she was on her computer like flies on sugar, making sure she picked out Regina's class first. It was with a sigh of relief that she was able to, finding only three spots had been filled. Once that spot had been secured, she picked out the rest of her classes with less urgency and then went back to sleep. Her dreams were filled with lessons in which Regina would teach Emma many, many things involving anatomy and Emma slept with a smile on her face.

Three months had passed by now. Three months of them dating (not counting December or January since for Emma those months they had either not been completely girlfriends or not seen each other enough). Emma was the happiest she could possibly be. It was like everyday was a dream. A dream she would never wake from. In class she pretended to be into Mulan to throw of her friends, leading to them actually developing a friendship and realizing they had a lot in common. But after class was over, she and Regina would sext each other, make plans for dinner or other fun couple like things to do in secret. Sometimes they would just have sex for hours, Emma learning from a pro and giving back as good as she could get.

What Emma liked best, however, was leaving Regina little thoughtful gifts. Like her favorite coffee on her desk when she had many papers to grade. Sending her happy memes when she looked down. Tucking her in when she feel asleep at home reading essays.

Each time Emma did something soft like this for her, Regina got this look on her face that Emma couldn't describe. A look like Regina was in pain but not really. Almost like the meaning of it would crush her. As quickly as those looks were there, they disappeared, leaving Emma to wonder what they meant.

Naturally, Emma's friends began to wonder why they saw so little of her. Of why sometimes she didn't come back to her dorm. She had to lie and say she feel asleep in a friends room during a project. Or she had to say that she'd gone out on a couple of dates with boys and girls to see what her type was. And to maybe get over her fruitless crushes.

Emma might have to employ hiring someone to be her fake date if only to throw them off. Because she really didn't need them figured anything out. Maybe even Mulan could help her out.

"So...I was thinking," Emma started slowly as she waited at the kitchen island for Regina to finish searing the chicken. It smelled amazing.

"Thinking about what?"

"That maybe...I could...get a beard?" she said hesitantly.

Regina turned around, confusion on her face. "You want facial hair?"

"No, not that!" Emma laughed. "It's a saying. A beard is like a fake girlfriend or boyfriend so that to hide a true relationship or to cover something up."

Regina frowned, hand on hip. She was wearing a cute apron that said kiss the chef and Emma had. Many times against the counters, until Regina had almost burned the rice. "Why would you want that?"

"People are noticing my recent behaviors. They think I might be up to something and if I had a special someone, they would stop asking me about my business. They wouldn't mind me being gone over night or stuff like that," Emma explained.

Regina twisted up her lips. "Logically that makes sense. But our class is going to be over for the spring semester soon. Do you think it might stop once we finish it and go over summer break?"

The thought of yet another long break made Emma sad. It meant they would have to try even harder to see each other off campus and it would be harder to maneuver too. "I don't know," Emma shook her head.

Regina let out a sigh. "Well, if you think it might become a real issue than I'll pay for an escort to take you out on a couple of dates to cover things up and then your friends can stop asking you for details."

"I don't want you to have to pay-"

"Emma, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you. It won't be easy to keep this secret and sometimes we might have to do things we don't like. I'd rather not have to share you with anyone, even if it's fake, but this will have to do."

And with that, Emma knew the topic was ended.