A/N: Okay, holy shit. I'm a ho, I know. I lied. I hadn't expected to be bombarded with a bunch of stuff upon returning home, so I wasn't able to upload the chapter right away as planned. But now it's all hooked up and everything and I am so terribly sorry for giving you all false hope. :/ But I really hope that this makes up for it and I really hope that you enjoy this chapter.

I cannot cease to apologize enough. But, thank you all very much for reading and staying with me! I love you all and I enjoy your support. Have a good day and I hope you have happy reading times.

"You can't stay silent for three more hours, Emma. Come on." Regina sighed from the driver's seat, stealing a quick glance towards the blonde who was adamantly remaining quiet with crossed arms.

It had already been an hour into their trip and she hadn't uttered a single word. She knew what she was doing was clearly childish, but the annoyed looks from the brunette and the grunts of irritation that she had made were just too damned entertaining to pass up- especially for this long trip. And she wasn't about to break now. She would stay quiet for the remainder of three hours. There was absolutely nothing that would make her dare to speak.

"Emma…" Her voice was a defeated sigh, which earned promise and a victorious smile- that was until Regina used her last resort. "I love you."

Now that was harsh and completely unfair. Emma didn't want to leave the older woman hanging with those three words thickening the air. She just couldn't bring herself to keep quiet, because every second that she went without repeating the words back burdened her with a heavy guilt.

"I love you, too…" she whispered. Perhaps if she had done it quiet enough, Regina wouldn't hear her and wouldn't think that she had responded and broken her little quiet game. But, they were in a car after all and the radio had been turned off- no doubt that Regina was waiting for some sort of peep from the blonde.

"A-ha! She speaks!" The Benz jerked as the brunette woman had spoken, which ultimately caused Emma to have a mini heart attack when all she saw was the off-road ahead of her. Luckily Regina had straightened them out before they flew off the road, but holy shit, that had scared the piss right out of her.

"Well, I won't any longer if you drive us off the fucking road!" Emma couldn't help but to reprimand, her heart still trying to come down from her throat. "Fuck."

"I'm sorry…" Regina whispered, her eyes glued to the road. The smile that she had worn upon Emma's reply beforehand had now disappeared into a downturn of the lips.

When the blonde had gazed over to see how the brunette was doing after taking the recovery from their near off-road adventure, she felt her heart fall from its spot. Regina wore the most heartbreaking look and appeared to be thoroughly chastised by Emma's reaction. Shit. Did she really just make Regina feel that bad by making that comment? She wished she could take it back and shut her goddamn mouth. Really, she needed to get this conflict fixed.

"Hey, Gina…" Emma reached over, her hand was gentle on the older woman's thigh. "Don't listen to me. I'm just a fucking idiot, you know this by now, yeah? Sometimes I don't have a filter."

"I am fine, Emma."

Emma narrowed her eyes at the brunette, but she hadn't taken a single glance towards the blonde. Nibbling on her lip, she gazed at the traffic around them, noticing there to be quite a few cars, but not enough to damper her new plan.

"Pull over," she quickly muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Pull over," the blonde repeated herself. Emerald eyes were back on the tanned and confused face of Regina's as the older woman reluctantly did what she had instructed.

"I don't know what inane reasoning you have-" But her words were cut off as Emma lunged forward and pressed her lips to her own, taking Regina by complete surprise- which had taken the woman a few heartbeats to register what was happening and a few more before she had responded.

When Emma had pulled away, she was met with puzzled chocolate orbs and red, parted lips.

"What was that for?"

"I wanted to make up for yelling at you. I'm sorry. I was just panicked and I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. That's the last thing that I would ever want. And I feel like we've said this a lot, but I love you and it just… rips my heart out when you look like that." Emma explained, her voice was hesitant and the hand that still reside on the brunette's thigh was even more so as it lightly stroke the stocking covered skin. "And I really suck at trying to comfort people."

"Please do not fret, my love." Regina rest her hand on the blonde's, stopping its movement. The contact had the hairs on the back of Emma's neck stand on end as pleasant shocks fueled them from her arm.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you, Gina." She whispered. "I was terrified."

"I don't blame you, dear. I would be, too, if my life were on the line." The smile she wore was one that of understanding and her eyes were warm, melting into her cheeks as the corners of her mouth had upturned. "I forgive whatever unneeded apology that you are giving me just to sate your mind. We do need to get back on the road, especially if someone were to pull over or call another somebody because we are sitting on the side of the highway."

"Thanks. I'm glad you get me." The blonde offered her a sheepish smile and quickly wrapped her arms around the brunette, intending to pull back shortly after, but had found herself entranced by the older woman's sweet perfume and her comforting warmth.

"You'll have to let go, Emma." She heard Regina's deep voice rumble against her hair, arms constricting for one last time around her before releasing. "Come on."

"I don't want to. I like it down here."

"Oh, I know you do, dear." The teasing lilt to her voice sent shivers down Emma's spine. She bit her lip and kept from moving.

"I do, you see. So that means that you must let me stay down here, because I know you like it, too." That's when she smirked at the way Regina's cheeks had taken a lovely pink shade to them. "And maybe I can… do something for you?"

"That is…" Regina's voice trembled as she spoke, which had made it clearly evident that Emma had succeeded in flustering the brunette teacher. "That is inappropriate, dear, and how much that I would like for that to happen, it cannot. I need to concentrate whilst driving and you need to sit properly in your seat. I do not wish to get pulled over and delay our time home even further."

"Fine…" The blonde muttered, sitting up on her side of the bench seat once again, replacing the seat belt across her chest. "But you owe me cuddles when we get back."

"How about I take a rain check, dear?" The brunette pulled back onto the road, starting their journey home once again.

"You can't just-"

"I have to drop you off at your apartment. Hadn't you told your mother that we would be back rather early? It's already quite late now." Regina cut her off to elaborate.

Emma could only nod in agreement because she knew that it was true. She had told Mary Margaret that she would be back quite early in the day because she hadn't thought it would have taken them this long to leave town. She figured Regina would have an alarm of some sort to wake them up early so they would be able to dress and leave to visit Graham before they left- which Emma would have assumed would all be before noon. But, of course, they had woken much later than Emma had thought and they had busied themselves with each other after. And it hadn't helped that they were so far away from Graham's apartment with heavy traffic and no sense of direction.

"Speaking of which, you should contact her and tell her that you'll be arriving rather late. We still have about three hours left in the trip."

"Yeah, problem."

"Problem?"

Emma sucked her lower lip between her teeth and turned her attention to the scenery outside, her face resembling that of a cat who had gotten caught with their paw in the fish tank. "I sort of forgot my phone at home. I realized that when I went to text Mary Margaret yesterday before we got to the hotel."
"Emma…" Regina spoke with an exasperated sigh. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Let me borrow your phone?"

"Just don't text her." The brunette sighed, using one hand to search for her purse on the floor between them. She soon found her mobile device and handed it to Emma.

"Why not?" The blonde quirked a brow, typing in her foster mother's cellphone number.

"Do you have a house phone?"

"Yeah?" Emma had now turned her full attention to the older woman.

"Does it have caller ID?"

"No. It's super old and we barely use it. Why?" she inquired again, her thumb hovering over the green call button.

"Mary Margaret has my number and I don't think it's a wise idea for you to call her from my cell phone to tell her that you'll be coming back from Boston in under three hours." Regina hastily explained, worried brown eyes on the blonde's hand that held the smartphone.

"Well, shit, why the hell do you have her number?"

"She had contacted me about… tutoring? Apparently I am tutoring you now. In Government."

"Oh, yeah…" Emma shrunk in her seat. "Well, I had to make up some excuse as to why I was gone after school for a couple days and I couldn't have Ruby or Belle cover for me, so I thought this was the safest plan."

"I wish you would have told me, dear. I nearly denied it."

"Thank god that you hadn't."

"You better be thanking your lucky stars." The brunette's lips quirked up. "You need to call your house phone… And get off that screen. You're going to make me have a panic attack because I don't know how to explain my reason for calling her-"

"Shit…" Emma muttered.

"What? What shit? What shit, Emma? Don't tell me you-"

"I did…" The words were hollow coming out of the blonde's mouth, which had earned her a rather worried stare from Regina.

"You did not…"

"I-I did!" She wailed, putting the phone on speaker before throwing it towards Regina's direction.

"What the fuck am I going to say to her? Oh god, it's ringing." Regina's voice had raised a few octaves as her cellphone rang, the sound deafening in the silence of the car.

"Maybe she won't pick up?" Emma had thrown the phone on the seat between them in her own panic, not trusting herself with the device any longer. She knew she should have exited the screen as soon as Regina had started to ask her questions. But, no, her goddamn thumb had to act on its own accord and press that call button. Did she just hate it when her fingers unconsciously move?

"But she'd still return the call…" Regina muttered numbly, and as soon as those words had left her lips, the ringing had ceased and a voice was heard.

"Hello? Ms. Mills?"

"Fuck…" Both Emma and Regina mumbled under their breaths, their hearts pounding wildly in their chests. Because, yeah, what the fuck was Regina going to say? How was she going to save her ass on this one?

"Regina? Are you alright?"

"Yes!" Her voice was nearly a squeak as it had escaped her lips. "I do apologize for disturbing you. I must have pressed the wrong number."

"Oh! That's quite alright! I'm glad that you're alright. It happens all the time to me."

Regina chuckled, and god, was that the most that Emma had ever seen her so tense and awkward.

"I'm glad that you understand. Again, I am sorry for disturbing you."

"It's okay! I wasn't really doing anything. I'm just waiting for Emma to get back home. Did she tell you that she was going to see her friend in Boston?"

"Oh, I do believe she had."

Emma blanched and shrunk further into her seat. Oh, god, now she was talking about her and going to Boston… and, shit, what was she going to tell Regina? Why the hell was she even making conversation with the brunette when clearly Regina had supposedly dialed the wrong number? But that was just like Mary Margaret. Emma loved her dearly as a mother, but boy, did she just get under her skin sometimes. Although, the ill thoughts of her foster mother had her feeling twice as guilty.

"I'm a little worried, though. I mean, she went up there alone with him. It's not that I don't trust him, he's a good boy, but… I think they fancy each other. And she hadn't bothered to inform me of her arrival yesterday." There was a pause, but it wasn't long enough for Regina to come up with a response. "I had called her only to realize she left her phone here, though. What a silly girl. I love her. And, oh! Am I sorry for rambling! I'm just so anxious for her arrival, I'm nothing but a bundle of nerves! You said you pressed the wrong number, so I'm sure you're meaning to do something."

"I am, actually. And do not apologize. I understand your concern. I'm sure that Emma is doing quite fine. She's a brilliant girl, and I have confidence that she knows better than to disobey anything that you might have said."

"I know. You're right. But it still worries me that she's up there all alone… well, perhaps not, but she's- An-and she hadn't bothered to call or text me."

"She's a young girl in Boston, and without any parental supervision. I'm sure that it must have slipped her mind to ask her friend for his phone if she had realized hers was gone. Just give her your trust and I'm sure everything will be just fine." The brunette soothed.

"You're right. I will. But I hope she'll be here soon."

"I'm sure she will be, Mary Margaret." Regina clipped, keeping her tone to the point.

"Right! I'm sorry, I ought to let you go. But, since you're here… I want to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Will you be tutoring Emma tomorrow afternoon?"

"Only if that is alright with you, and Emma herself, of course."

"Oh, it's fine! I just wanted to know if I should save her a plate for dinner or wait for her, since she still has her detention."

"Of course."

"I suppose I should let you go. I'm sure you have things to do. I will see you at conferences!"

"Yes. I will see you then, dear. Do have a good night and I hope that your Emma will arrive safely home soon enough."

"Thank you, Regina. You have a good night yourself!"

"Thank you, and goodbye."

"Buh-bye!"

And then the line cut.

"Please do not make me go through that again." The brunette teacher took her phone with sweaty fingers and exited out of the call.

"I'm so sorry… I really am." Emma was quick to apologize, her fingers knitting into blonde curls. "I-I'll definitely make it up to you, I promise."

"You better, my dear." Regina husked, and when the blonde had lifted her gaze with surprise to the brunette's face, she saw a devilish twinkle in brown orbs.

"Tomorrow. I will. Trust me." Emma concluded, her confidence regaining in her words as she spoke them.

There was that smile again on her lips. "I do trust you, dear."

"Well, then, it's a plan. Locked in place."

"Locked in place, indeed." Regina echoed. "Why don't you call your house phone and inform your mother, alright? I assume that she is home, since she had said she was waiting for you."
"Yeah. Let's just hope our phone didn't magically get caller ID or anything." The blonde mumbled, half to herself, as she retrieved the English teacher's cellphone and dialed in her home phone number. She was rather surprised that she had memorized the damn thing. They rarely had ever used it and she had so many other numbers in her lifetime, it was insane. But she had this one down, especially after the two hour lecture from Mary Margaret in case of an emergency of some sort.

"Let us hope not, because I do not think I can bear another conversation with your ever chipper mother. She's a nice woman, but she talks a little too much. No offense, dear." Regina kept one eye on the blonde, and she had noticed, for every time she had looked up, she saw the teacher's gaze on her- and what she was holding within it, more specifically.

"None taken, really. I know what you mean." Emma shrugged. It was true, really, and she knew that Regina had meant no harm in her words. Now, if it were someone else insulting Mary Margaret like that, and without a courteous apology, she would be wailing them to the ground. She really did love her foster parents and would defend them, if needed, and keep their honor set high.

"I probably shouldn't be saying such a thing, though. It is quite unprofessional, after all." The brunette mended quickly. "Don't get me wrong, I like her- to an extent."

Emma quickly finished typing in her home phone number and set the device on her lap, careful not to call it just yet. "I get it, Gina. It's alright. There are people in life that we meet and that we don't really get along well with. I sorta felt the same when I first met her, and sometimes I still do. She's a little too optimistic for her own good."

"As long as you won't hate me for saying such a thing."

"You're an exception, Gina."

"Well, I am certainly glad to hear that." Emma could literally hear the smile in Regina's voice as she had spoken. It squeezed her heart knowing that she could make the older woman smile the way she did.

"Now, I gotta call her…"

"I'll stay quiet, dear."

"Thanks." Emma grinned and quickly leaned forward to press a kiss to the brunette's olive cheek, then proceeded to call the number still displayed on the screen after straightening out in her seat.

…

It had taken three hours before their arrival back to Storybrooke, just as Emma had promised her foster mother when she had called her that time ago. When they had crossed the town line, reality had hit the blonde like an elbow to the face. Her weekend trip with Regina was nothing but that and upon their return, they were back to where they were. They were teacher and student and their relationship had to be, once again, hidden from everyone.

That thought had Emma's heart sinking in her chest. She wanted to go back to Boston just so she wouldn't have to hide her relationship- her feelings- her love- of this woman from everyone. Here, people would judge- mainly because they knew who each was. Regina could ultimately lose her job if the secret had ever gotten out and Emma… Well, she would lose the only true joy that she had had if that were to happen. It was a lose-lose situation either way.

Of course, there was graduation day. The day that they could announce their relationship to everyone. Although, that still might not be the wisest of ideas for they would have been dating before she had departed from high school, and that would be proven if they were to announce it the same night. So, even after she had graduated, their relationship would still have to be kept under the table. Perhaps not from her two very best friends, but her mother and father could never know unless it were to be long down the road.

All in all, the two of them were ultimately fucked with their relationship. They would have to move in order to keep it stable and actually go into public without risk of job-losing or a ruined reputation. Emma wouldn't want that for Regina. The woman already had a hard enough life and doing so would only make it much worse.
They would have to sit down at some point and discuss this, for that future was not too far ahead. Emma had quite fallen in love with the bits of Boston she had seen and wouldn't mind proceeding with her move up there for college. But that had meant leaving Regina behind unless the brunette had decided to follow her up. Of course, they would only be four hours apart, which would be a hell of a lot better than any other further distances. This meant that Emma, or Regina even, could visit on weekends and any major breaks. But the thought of that still sent Emma's heart sinking. She didn't want to live that far away from the brunette teacher. She wanted to stay close to her and see her every day. But if she were to do that, it would be a four or five hour commute to her classes, and that didn't sound appealing nor possible.

The conflicted thoughts just terrified the blonde to no extent. She really didn't want to think about these things, but she knew that they needed to be addressed at some point and they needed to be cleared up. Emma just didn't want to think about this alone. She couldn't. She needed Regina's opinion and thoughts upon the subject, and she needed them soon since the time was coming rather close.

"Emma, dear, we're here." The older woman's husky voice ripped Emma from her thoughts. She whipped her head up to take a glance outside to see that they were, in fact, outside her apartment. It was rather dark out tonight. The streetlamp wasn't working again, which was rather fortunate for them since she could see Mary Margaret's silhouette in the loft window.

"Yeah…" Emma muttered solemnly. "I should probably get inside before she comes out here, and knowing Mary Margaret, she probably will."

"I suppose you must." The brunette's voice had taken a similar tone and there was a flash of something cross over her features before quickly disappearing when she offered a tight smile. "I shall see you tomorrow?"

"Yup! Same time, same place." Emma let a grin rip across her face as she unbuckled the seatbelt and leaned over to give Regina a tight hug. She nearly melted against the teacher's body when she felt those warm arms embrace her in return. "And I'll bring you something special for lunch- to make up for that little talk with my mother."

"I cannot wait to see what it is, dear." The brunette smirked, pulling away from the blonde teenager. "Now, you must hurry. She's no longer standing by the window."

"Oh, shit!" Emma quickly gathered her backpack and opened the passenger's door in a haste to get out. "Better not wait long enough for her to say hello to 'Graham.'"

"Indeed," she chuckled. "So I shall see you tomorrow. Have a good night, Emma."

"I will, thank you. You, too, you hear?" The blonde twisted her body to give Regina one last smile before sliding out of the vehicle. Her hand was on the door, ready to slam it shut, when she heard a voice from inside.

"And, Emma?"

"Yeah?" She ducked her head down to peek inside the car.

"I love you."

And that's when every fear and burdensome thought that she had melt away to replace with the events of the past weekend and the entire reality of it. Those three words have confirmed the doings of this weekend and every word, gesture, and moment of it, and that it had naught been a dream. A dream that Emma had usually found herself waking up from almost every morning. Did she certainly hope that she wouldn't be waking up from this dream, because she wouldn't want to let go of what she and Regina had created for themselves.

"I love you, too," she whispered breathlessly, the largest smile on her face. She swore she could hear Regina purr at the words.

"Good. Think of me tonight, will you? Think of our… time together, because I know I will."

"Oh, I probably won't be able to sleep I'll be thinking of it too much." Emma's cheeks burned. "Think of me, and think of that thing I slipped into your purse on our way back. I hope you like it."

"What?"

"Wait until you get home." The blonde giggled as the brunette had started to pick her bag up. "I want you to see it when I'm not here and you can thank me tomorrow during lunch. But for now, I gotta go because I'm scared my foster mother'll be down here."

"Yes. You are correct. Have a good night, darling."

"For the twentieth time…" she mumbled, but forced a smile on her lips when Regina gave her a quirked brow. "You have a good night. AndI'mclosingthisdoorbeforeyoucansayanythingelsetoprolongmystayingouthere." Emma quickly shut the door and whipped around to head towards her apartment, only to run into her foster mother who had just opened the outside door as Regina pulled off.

"Is Graham not going to stay?"

"He wants to get back before midnight. He has a class tomorrow." Emma shrugged nonchalantly. Now, that, she had planned in case Mary Margaret were to ask about her friend.

"Oh. That's a shame. I wished he would have stuck around long enough so I could say hi to him." Mary Margaret wore a slight pout, but it had quickly disappeared as the two had begun to walk inside. "So, how was your trip? You should tell me all about it!"

Emma internally groaned as she followed her mother up the stairs and into their apartment where an awaiting David stood in the kitchen.

"Emma! It's good to see you back!" He greeted with a kind smile. "We've missed you!"

"I've missed you both, too-"

"Emma was just going to tell us about her trip!" Mary Margaret interrupted, guiding her blonde daughter over to the living room. David had pushed himself away from the counter to follow, both wearing large, anxious smiles.

"Oh, was she now?" Emma's foster father grinned, perching on the couch next to his wife. The blonde, herself, took the chair next to it.

"Yeah, I guess."

"So tell us, what did you do?" Mary Margaret chirped happily.

Emma ran her fingers through her hair, trying to hold back any of the guilt that she had been feeling since she had first lied to her parents about Boston. At least she could replace 'Regina' with 'Graham' when she spoke of what they had done. The only thing she really needed to leave out was the hotel bit and going to visit the actual Graham. But then, by doing so, it appeared that her mini vacation was rather boring since all Regina and her had actually done was go to see a show and eat dinner.

And make love in their hotel room.

Yeah, she would promptly avoid telling her parents of that. Especially if they thought it were Graham. Would they have a cow? Hell, they'd probably have a whole herd of cows and then some. Maybe they'd even shit enough bricks to build a barn.

"Did you buy a new perfume?" David had leaned forward with a curious gaze, his nostrils flaring.

"David! I asked her a question first." His wife gave a slight whine, but she had also bent towards the blonde to give her a whiff. Her brows furrowed. "But, did you buy new perfume?"

No. No I didn't. That's Regina's perfume that you're smelling that had somehow infused itself into my clothing after spending four hours in the car with her.

"Yes and no. Graham gave it to me as a birthday gift."

"Well, that certainly was nice of him." Mary Margaret grinned, elbow bumping her husband. "Wasn't it, David?"

"Yeah…" he mumbled.

"Now, I hope you two didn't do anything you weren't supposed to…"

"Mom!" The blonde groaned and wiped her face with her hands. Of course she would ask that, and at least Emma could answer her honestly, because the question orbited around Graham. No, she did not sleep with him, and no, they were still not dating.

"What? It's a serious question to ask."

"No. Graham and I are literally just friends. There's nothing going on between us. I just really wish you would stop asking. It's starting to even freak him out and he has a girlfriend, I think. Or a boyfriend. Someone that isn't me!" Emma lay limp in her chair. She had literally lost count on how many times that Mary Margaret alone had questioned her about Graham. David had only asked once and merely nodded when she said nothing was going on between them, and now he always just sits there with a mental eye roll every time his wife asks. The blonde just hoped that she would be able to convince Mary Margaret enough to finally drop the subject. Perhaps saying that Graham had a significant other would seal the door. She heard him, at one point, mention that he had met someone, so she wasn't exactly lying to them. And she hadn't caught the name of said person, either. He had been more interested in her relationship with Regina.

"You don't know?" Mary Margaret quirked a suspicious brow.

"No. He said something about it, but we were talking about other stuff after that and I forgot. Now can we just drop it? There's nothing between us."

"Well, I thought… since you would be moving in with him…"

"I thought the only reason you let me go on this trip was because we were just friends?" Emma dropped her hands onto her lap, avoiding the meticulous stare given to her by David when he next spoke.

"We did. At least, I had. Your mother had been fretting all weekend over the fact. She had even told your teacher she was worried about you two." He husked, bringing a hand up to stroke his wife's back when she had begun to deny what he had just said.

"What do you mean? Why would she talk to one of my teachers about it?"

"Your English teacher, Ms. Mills, she called here- by accident- and I may have said some things. It was earlier today, really, it was before you had called. Strange, is it?"

"Yeah…" The blonde bit her lip as memories of that conversation had relived in her head. She remembered nearly every word of it and the stiff, panicked way that Regina had responded to the babbling Mary Margaret on the other line. But she couldn't let her mother know that she had listened to the entire conversation and knew what had been said.

"What did you-… What did you tell her?" The blonde asked quietly. She was curious as to what her foster mother would come up with if she weren't to tell the entire truth of the conversation.

"That I was just worried about you being in Boston all by yourself. She seemed to be quick to defend your actions, though. But I assume she's a mother, also, and maybe more experienced. She's older than me, after all." The pixie-haired woman quickly elaborated.

And her words had struck Emma, causing her heart to stammer in her chest. That was true. Reality had, once again, bitch slapped her in the face. Her teacher, her girlfriend, was older than her foster mother and by almost ten years. Mary Margaret and David were twenty-eight and thirty, respectively, and that had brought a whole new terror to the blonde. What would they even say if they had ever found out about their relationship? Regina was nearing forty while Emma would be just starting her life.

"Emma?" Mary Margaret's hand found itself on Emma's knee and the blonde jumped slightly, her emerald orbs immediately darting to her brunette mother. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. I was just thinking." Emma stuttered, rapidly trying to erase all burdening thoughts so she could think more clearly. She needn't have these age and relationship conflicts floating around in her head and accidently spill one of her many worries to her unsuspecting mother. That would be one hell of a shitstorm.

"Did you hear what I said?" She asked, tilting her head with brows creased in concern.

"I did. Yeah. And she doesn't have any kids, but she's like a big mom when people are actually nice to her." Emma's voice was nothing but a sigh.

Saying that had brought her back to one of her previous conversations with Regina. The teacher had said something about wanting children, but had wanted to find the right woman beforehand. Emma was assuming she had acted somewhat of a mother for that reason, and she had gone so many years yearning to be one but never able to achieve her goal. She hoped that Regina would be able to become a mother someday, and if they were still together when that so happened to occur, she wouldn't mind so much. It would be a sweet thing to raise a child with the woman that she loved- and hopefully would still love to no extent whatsoever in the future. That future sounded rather terrifying as well since she was naught but a child herself and whatever reality that might be would take quite a while to get to. The two of them still needed to sit down and discuss their plans for the future.

How she was getting her mind off track once again, Emma never knew. One moment she was telling Mary Margaret how mother-like Regina was even though she wasn't one herself, to thinking about raising their own kid together! Her mind was on the highway to insanity just about now, hitting every goddamn inane obstacle that it could on the way.

"Oh. I thought she would be married by now or something. But I guess that I believe everyone should be married by my age since I am, myself." The small brunette shrugged and offered Emma a rather sheepish smile. "I hope she finds a nice man, if she hadn't already. She's a really nice woman. I just hope, as I've heard you tell me, that her reputation with the students in the school won't ruin her image."

"She's attractive. She won't have any problems." Emma found herself saying, but immediately wanting to slap herself afterwards. Did she really just say that?

But, luckily, Mary Margaret had thought nothing of it and readily agreed. "She is. Any man would be lucky to have her."

Yeah, but she wouldn't want any man.

"I'm sure." Emma muttered, hoping that Mary Margaret would soon drop the subject. She really didn't like lying nor pretending anything to her foster mother, and if they continued on about how Regina would be suitable with any bachelor in town, well, she might as well shoot herself.

"Anyways!" The pixie-haired woman suddenly said, jolting David upright in his spot. "How was your trip? What did you guys do?"

"I can honestly say that I enjoyed every minute of my trip." Emma smiled tentatively. "We went to the Paramount to watch a show and ate at the restaurant next to it. But that had its own entertainment."

"How so?" David queried before his wife could ask.

"There was a problem with two tables there. Two separate parties, I mean." The blonde began. Since she honestly hadn't anything else to tell them that she wanted them to know, she might as well satisfy them with hers and Regina's little problem at Salvatore's with the couple. Also, that would be a great way to know how her parents would react to same-sex couples since she, herself, was right up that alley.

"What happened?" That was Mary Margaret this time.

"Well, there were these gay women just minding their own business and eating, you know, like everyone else. But there was this couple next to them, I think in their middle-ages. A man and a woman. I'm not exactly sure what the women were saying, but the man made a remark and he just wouldn't stop insulting their way of life. The chicks were actually handling it calmly for the most part. Then the manager came over." Emma told the story, leaving it rather vague so she wouldn't have any difficult questions to answer from the two.

"Oh, my!" The brunette gasped, David frowning in response. "What did the manager say?"

"Well, the middle-aged couple said that there was a problem and it was the two women and their lifestyle and that they should be kicked out of the restaurant for disrupting their meal. The manager, I think, asked the women what was wrong and they just told it how it went."

"Did those assholes get thrown out?" David's gruff voice finally spoke beside Mary Margaret.

"Yeah! They were really nice to the women and I heard that they got their meals for free." Emma concluded, a smile on her face. David seemed to be satisfied with that, but his wife looked rather indifferent. This, of course, had Emma worried. What did she really think about all this? And what would she do if she knew that it were Emma and Regina that suffered this problem, not just a fictional couple that she had witnessed from afar?

"Well, that's very nice of them, indeed. I'm glad that they put those rude people in their place." Mary Margaret finally spoke and Emma could have wept. "I'm glad that there are still decent human beings on this earth."

"Me too. I probably would have kicked someone's ass if they would have kicked those women out. I mean, it's wrong to judge people for liking a certain gender, right?" Emma shrugged, leaning back in her seat with her backpack perched rather uncomfortably on her lap.

"You're correct, sweetheart." The pixie-haired brunette agreed, giving her daughter a look of concern. "Are you alright, dear?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm just tired and cramped up from sitting in the car for more than four hours." The blonde shrugged.

"Why don't you go upstairs and rest, okay?" David suggested. "You have school tomorrow and we don't want you to be too exhausted."

"Yeah, because that's a shame." Emma muttered underneath her breath, preparing herself to get up. Both her parents stood as well, each giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, just as her phone buzzed for an incoming message. Emma's emerald orbs widened for a moment, wondering how the hell they could hear it from all the way upstairs. That was, until, she had found the small device sitting on the coffee table. Her foster parents had ignored it, as did she. She'd just check the damned thing when she got upstairs.

"Listen to your father, honey. You look tired." Mary Margaret gave her a soft smile before kissing her on the forehead once again. Her phone buzzed. Twice. "Have a good night's sleep and we'll see you tomorrow, okay? And don't let that phone keep you up all hours of the night…"

"It won't, mom."

"Alright… Um, would you like for me to pick you up after your tutoring session? I heard that it is going to be rather chilly tomorrow and the wind will be picking up."

"Uh, I can walk home, or else Ms. Mills can give me a ride if it's too cold. I'll be fine."

"If you're sure, dear."

"I am. Don't worry." The blonde shrugged and, once again, her phone went off.

"You should answer that before it-" And another buzz had cut David's sentence off, ending with an irritated grunt from her father.

"Yeah…" The blonde mumbled, picking her phone up off the table. She wondered who the hell could be texting her so urgently like that. Maybe Ruby or Belle caught wind of her arrival back in town and had decided to pester her about the trip.

Shrugging those thoughts away, she quickly unlocked the screen and clicked on her messages to see that they were from several smiley faces.

Regina.

What the hell was she messaging her like this for?

What the hell is this, Emma?

Emma?

EMMMMAAAAA! BAAAAAABBBBYYYY

I do apologize for that.

Sweetheart? Am I just being an idiot? Do you not have your phone? I am going to call you.

Then her phone buzzed, and wouldn't stop, as the incoming call screen popped up with the smiley faces as the title and a crown as the picture.

Now she was calling. Shit.

Emma quickly answered, grunting into the phone.

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck is this, Emma?" Regina's voice frantically inquired, and quite loudly as well.

"What is what?"

"This… that you gave me."

Oh. Shit. Regina found the gift that she had left for her in the purse. And with the brunette teacher's response towards it, that had made Emma immediately regret ever sticking the damned thing in there.

"I can't talk about it right now." Emma quietly muttered, turning away from her foster parents who had glued their eyes expectantly on her. "I'll… I'll explain at lunch tomorrow."

"Fine. But… I've got another present for you, then." Regina's voice was soft, tentative even, as she spoke those words. Whatever the hell she had planned now had Emma's stomach doing flips.

"You do?"

"Yes. You'll see tomorrow afternoon when I take you home with me."

"I can't wait." Emma tried to hide her smirk.

"Until then, since I hear that you're in a sort of predicament at the moment, I shall see you tomorrow, love. I love you."

"I… I love you, too." She whispered quickly, trying not to let her foster parents hear. But, of course, she was quite sure that they had. Emma could always lie and say it was Ruby or Belle calling her.

"I'm glad. Have a goodnight, alright?"

"You too. Bye…"

"Goodbye, darling." And the line cut off.

"Who was that?" Mary Margaret quirked a brow, taking a step towards her rather flustered daughter.

"It was Belle. She was calling to see how I was. She must have seen us pull into town or something."

"Oh. I hope that she's doing well."

"Yeah."

Satisfied, her mother nodded and gave Emma a hug once more. "Why don't you run off to bed, alright? You need your rest. We can talk more tomorrow after you return home."

"Alright." Emma mumbled agreeably as she slowly inched her way towards the stairs. "Goodnight, guys."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, honey."

It wasn't long before Emma was up the stairs and stripped to her undergarments and hidden underneath the sheets of her bed. She wasn't exactly as tired as she had claimed to be, but she could do with the extra sleep. And who only knows what Regina had in store for her tomorrow. Another present, she had said. But what if it wasn't exactly something good. After all, Emma had given Regina that.

But tomorrow could only give Emma the answers and she needed to fall asleep and rid of these constant wonders, or else she would never get to sleep. So she lay back, a pillow tucked safely in her arms, and tried to relax with a mind cleansed of thought.

For the life of her, she could just not take her eyes off that woman. The way she glided elegantly across the room in her black pumps to the way her hips swayed from side to side as she moved down the aisle, her perfect raven hair bouncing with each step. Emma took every opportunity that she had to keep her eyes glued to the English teacher, not wasting a single second.

All she could think about while watching the brunette was that night in Boston. And by thinking about that night, she could imagine Regina wearing nothing but what she was born in and the noises that she had made when Emma touched her in the right places. Just so much as thinking about that made the blonde hot and bothered, and she could tell that she was having the same effect on the brunette herself.

Emma hadn't been quite sure at first, merely passing off the rosy cheeks or the awkward way she had tucked a piece of hair behind her ear for something else, but then she had stuttered. And Regina Mills never stuttered during class.

Regina had started in the front of the classroom, her body leaning against the podium to relieve the pressure on her feet from the heels. There was a PowerPoint presentation displayed on the Smartboard as she read from it the notes they were to be taking for the chapter.

"I do recommend that you take these notes and wisely. You never know what will be on the test, and it's…" Then she had trailed off, her jaw slack as chocolate orbs met with Emma's emerald ones. Her entire face had instantly turned a lovely shade of pink, and even more so as she had tried to complete her thought, and coherently at that. "It's… uh… it's very important to know this information when you do an assignment. It's the key to success, please keep that in mind."

The students had definitely noticed the blip in her speech, and they had even more so expressed their thoughts to one another. Of course, it was 'quietly' and in their tone of 'whisper' to make sure that the teacher hadn't heard. Emma amusingly caught parts of the conversational theories going on around her, but more or less chose to ignore most comments. But, soon, the collective whispering had turned into a soft buzz about the classroom that had the brunette teacher attempting to speak over the ever growing conversation.

"Silence!" But that hadn't seemed to phase them, or at least they just hadn't heard Ms. Mills' voice over their own. Emma kept her eyes on Regina as she walked towards her desk, a hand pressed against her forehead. That had the blonde frowning. Did she have a headache? She always seemed to have one by lunchtime. She suspected it to be due to the students' constant talking. Emma knew that she always gained one by the end of the day. They were relentless.

"Hey, are you gonna be alright?" Emma murmured to the brunette who had popped the lid off her pill bottle now and threw back a couple capsules.

"I have a migraine." Regina replied, leaning against her desk as she faced Emma. "I believe I just have one constant migraine that just never goes away and that worsens each class period."

"Damn…"

"Damn is correct and it's only getting worse." She whispered, her eyes clouding with moisture. "I just wish that they would shut the fuck up!" Regina's words were much louder this time, extending to the entire classroom. Her distressed voice had everyone at a standstill and Regina with wide eyes for the salty language that she had let slip.

Emma had a strong urge to take the older woman into her arms just then. She looked as if she were about to burst into tears at any given moment. But she knew that she couldn't until it was lunchtime. Hopefully, everyone would opt to remain quiet for now on. They had pushed Ms. Mills to her absolute limit and Emma knew how terrible migraines could get, and how irritable they could make someone if they weren't able to rest.

"Thank you," she muttered, retaking her place back at the front of the room. "I would appreciate it if you would so kindly keep the noise level down. We do not have much time until the end of the semester and we need to finish the last chapters before the times arrives. These items will be on the finals."

When silence was met in reply, she gave a slight nod.

"Is everyone finished with this slide?"

No one had protested when she tapped the bored for the next slide of notes to show up. The remainder of the class had progressively gotten better and had seemed to pass by quite quickly, which had Emma thanking whatever higher deity.

As soon as the last student had left the room and the door had clicked shut, Emma popped out of her seat and gave Regina- who had been standing by her desk now- a tight squeeze.

"I've been waiting to do that all period." She muttered, a sheepish smile on her face. "It looked like you really needed one, babe."

"I did, thank you, darling." Regina's visage melted into something sweet as she returned the hug with a snug grip. "Can I have a kiss to make me feel better?"

"Of course." Emma purred, pulling slightly back to give the brunette woman a smile. Regina had the same look on her face and appeared to be much more at ease than she had been the hour prior, but there was still a spark of something in her eyes that indicated that the migraine still wasn't gone.

"Thank you," she whispered, her lips ghosting slightly over Emma's own before fully pressing against them in a slow, tender kiss. The blonde had eagerly responded, her eyes slipping shut as she let the tingles course through her body and take over every sense, a soft moan escaping her lips.

As they breathlessly pulled away, tongues licking lips, Emma couldn't help the heat burning her cheeks, painting them a rosy pink. "You're welcome."

Regina chuckled richly, pulling the blonde tighter against her body in another embrace. They stay like that for a few moments, the brunette humming a soft, sweet tune into Emma's ear before finally whispering.

"I really, truly love you, Emma, and I hope that my feelings towards you won't scare you away. I do understand if they do and you do not-"

Emma had now quirked a brow at the brunette's inane rambling, a slow smirk creeping on her face. She was still voicing her insecurities. Of course, Emma could understand that. They hadn't exactly been dating for long and they just recently expressed their feelings for one another. But the blonde was true to her word when she said that she wouldn't leave Regina in the dust like that. Sure, the feelings towards her had scared the teenager to death, but her own feelings towards Regina had her even more so.

Though, she didn't want to give into her fears. She had always done that in the past and she had always lost out on opportunities that could have ultimately made her life much better. But this time she knew, she knew, exactly what she would be missing out on and this something was one of the most important things that another could have in their lives. It was love and love was quite rare to find, especially when it felt like it was meant to be. It felt so right.

Regina was that something, that someone, that she couldn't let slip through her fingers. And she was a somebody that had feelings just like she, and ones that would get absolutely destroyed if she were to chicken out like she always had. She had to keep strong for the both of them and hope that it would work. So far it was. And she knew that by the future scenarios that she was mapping out in her head. Even her other fears had never had any sense of future within them. She normally bailed before thinking about how they might affect her future.

So she was going to take her fears and make them her bitch. She didn't want them to take over and taint her mind like they seemed to be doing to Regina. Emma knew that there would be quite a bit of work to be done in the future to put the two of them at ease, but for now, they must take things one step at a time.
And so Emma had started by silencing Regina with a quick peck on the lips.

"Regina," she whispered calmly, finding the older woman's hand to lace their fingers together. "I won't walk away from this, Gina. Please, trust me on this. I am scared shitless of your feelings towards me and of my own towards you. I'm quite sure we feel mutually towards each other, because I… I can't even describe in words how you make me feel. I really can't and that terrifies me. There's always a way… there's always a word to describe something, but I just cannot find it. When I think of one, it is not suitable enough…" The blonde tried to keep herself from spewing more vocal diarrhea and immediately cut herself off to continue on. "Anyways… I'm scared and I'm quite sure that you are. But we shouldn't really question our feelings right now. We should worry about our demons, or the fears that haunt our thoughts. We must drag them into the light and make them our goddamn bitch."
"I know, dear… I just have too many worries and fears going through my mind right now and I am utterly stressed out. It is no wonder that I have this terrible migraine. I just cannot keep my mind off anything, and most of everything that pops into my brain is you." Regina pulled away from the blonde to sink into her rolling chair, although tried her best to keep their hands together.

"Then I'll help you relax in any way that I can. How about a neck massage or something?" Emma suggested, her free hand's fingers skittering lightly across Regina's exposed upper back before disappearing underneath raven locks to continue up the nape of her neck. "And perhaps a cold, damp paper towel will help ease the pain. I can turn the lights off in here on my way back in."

"Emma, you don't-"

"Yes I do. I love you and it is my job to take care of you, is it not? You have done the same for me, although in a different way. Just let me do this, okay? You still have two periods left and your head will only get worse." The blonde shook her hand from Regina's to quickly guide her feet towards the door before the brunette woman could protest. "I'll be back, then we can eat."

And with that, Emma had scurried out of the room as fast as she could to avoid any protesting arguments from Regina. She quickly made do with a paper towel from the women's bathroom and dampened it underneath cool water. That should work for now and help ease some of Regina's migraine, or so she hoped. Cold and dark always helped her.

When she returned to the room, Emma had flicked the lights off, which had earned a slight gasp from somewhere across the room. The blonde nearly chuckled to herself as she made her way towards the teacher's desk, weaving through the smaller desks until she had reached Regina once again.

"Hey, baby. I tried to hurry…" Emma offered her a small lilt of the lips. "Why don't you put this on your forehead, or all of your face if you need to, and I'll get the special lunch I promised."

"Well, I am certainly anxious to see what you have to offer." Regina mumbled after slapping the soggy paper towel on her forehead in a bunch.

"I hope you'll like it. I made it all by myself this time. It's not a day old from the diner."
The blonde made haste with grabbing her backpack and bringing it over to Regina's desk, setting it on top of a few papers. The brunette watched her with curious eyes as Emma unzipped the bag and brought out a container with two plastic wrapped sandwiches, two small bags of potato chips, and a package of snack cakes for a makeshift dessert. She set the container, opened, on Regina's lap before pulling out two bottles of apple juice and handing one to the brunette who seemed to have struggle enough trying to hold a sandwich and keep the container from falling.

"Well, this certainly looks delicious, dear." She commented, her voice a stressed grunt after finally putting the items on her desk. "What kind of sandwiches did you make?"

"Take a bite and find out."

"As long as it isn't fish, I am perfectly fine." Regina muttered, concentrating on trying to remove the sandwich from the copious amount of plastic wrap that Emma had put on it. Finally, after a few grunts and a curse or two later, the brunette tossed the balled up plastic wrap across the room and took a bite of the sandwich itself.

"Peanut butter and jelly?" She blinked, licking jelly from her lips. "What…"

"But I made it. All by myself. It's special, isn't it?" Emma smiled innocently, bits of the sandwich's contents smeared across her lips.

"Of course it is, dear." Regina's visage immediately melted upon sight of Emma's smile. "You've got yourself all messy, darling."

"I'm a messy eater. Sorry." Emma chuckled softly, taking another bite of her sandwich. "Maybe you can clean me up?"

"Oh, I most definitely wouldn't mind, my sweet." Regina husked, daintily nibbling on her bread.

"Alright!" That was when the blonde stuffed the rest of her sandwich into her mouth and made an attempt to chew the large ball of bread and gooey peanut butter.

It had made Regina utterly speechless, and by speechless, she was completely immobile. Her jaw was slack and her brown eyes were wide as they followed every movement that the blonde had made thereafter. And Emma just laughed.

"I'm also quite disgusting. I hope it's not a turn off."

"Holy… Holy shit, Emma." Regina managed to squeak, one hand dropping onto her lap as the other still froze in air. "Th-that was half a goddamn sandwich."

"I don't do it often, but I wanted you to lick me." Emma tightly crossed her arms over her chest, emerald eyes dropping to the ground.

"Emma…" Regina brought her hand over to Emma's cheek, fingertips gracing the pale flesh. "I will lick you regardless. But I do not want you to choke on your food to quicken things up. If you wanted me… You could have just said, alright? You do know that I will do anything for you at any time you wish."

"You would?"

"Of course, honey." The brunette flashed that perfect smile of hers, melting Emma's heart like an ice cube in the middle of the desert. Then she was tilting her head up, her little pink tongue slipping from between her plump, red lips to slide across the blonde's pale, rose ones. Emma shuddered as pleasant tingles shot straight to her core, heat pooling in her lower belly at the thought of where else exactly that tongue had been.

"You taste yummy with that peanut butter and apple jam on your lips, dear. Or should we say that the sandwich tastes yummier with you mixed in it." Regina purred against the blonde's lips. "I can think of a place where it would taste even more delicious."

Emma's breath hitched at the thought of where Regina was exactly insinuating. The way her voice had dropped a couple of octaves had the blonde's skin crawling and had caused funny things to happen to her insides. Oh, god, her heart felt as if it were going to explode the way that it had sped up like that.

And when Regina had found her lips with her own, she thought her head was going to explode. It felt so wonderful, and the way that their lips seemed to mold so perfectly together was something of its own. She felt the brunette's body rise from her spot in the chair and it press tightly against Emma's lower half, pinning her to the desk behind them. Olive toned fingers toned curled into blonde tendrils, using her grip to tilt Emma's head to the side, deepening the kiss. Emma couldn't stop the moan that emanated in her throat, feeling something reverberate against her lips- in which she had soon found out was Regina's own noises.

The two had ended up pulling away, due to lack of oxygen. Each of their breaths were ragged, and their eyes locked in on each other's with dilated pupils and flushed cheeks.

"Did you get all the peanut butter off?" Emma murmured, tilting her head ever so slightly.

"I do believe- oh, wait!" Regina dove forward and quickly drug her tongue across Emma's chin and cheek, the corners of her own mouth tilting upwards into a rather devious smirk. "Now I did."

A blush crept up the blonde's neck from the older woman's action, causing her to fidget in her spot and look anywhere but at the brunette in front of her.

"That's good."

"Indeed. I might have to swing by the store after school today to pick up some peanut butter." The brunette retook her seat and bit into her sandwich once again, although, now, it had been crushed in her hand and jam oozed between her fingers. Emma had noticed, but Regina seemed to not, or she hadn't cared enough to take any actions.

"Uh, you sort of got some…"

"What, darling?"

"You've got some jam on your fingers."

"Oh, I know." Regina smirked, finishing off her sandwich with a few swift bites.

"You're… I know what you're insinuating." Emma narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms as if it were to be effective, although it had only made her look like an angry toddler.

"I am sorry that I had ever insinuated anything, then, dear." The brunette let her brows fly up for a moment before turning to crack open the bottle of apple juice.

"Hey… Hey! Wait." Emma squawked and made a grab for the teacher's sticky hand, bringing it soon up to her mouth to press a kiss to the back of it. "You taste like apples all over the damn place."
"Well, I do believe that is obvious since I have apple jam all over my fingers."

"Okay, smart ass." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully. "I meant before you had it on you. I think your apples are turning you into an apple."

"Well, that certainly is interesting, isn't it?" Regina watched as Emma lave her tongue across the sun kissed skin, cleaning up spots of the jam there. Then she stopped by her index finger and licked between it and her thumb before taking the digit into her mouth to give it a good clean.

Emma could feel the brunette's heated gaze on her and the way that she shifted ever so slightly, attempting to press her thighs together. And the way that she had moaned when the blonde had shifted to her middle finger sent shivers down her spine and that aching throb between her own legs.

"They still smell faintly of you, don't they, dear?" Regina whispered, her eyes following every movement that Emma had made, her lower lip getting sucked into her mouth every so often and that tongue coming out to wet them beforehand.

Although, her words had made Emma pause her little cleanup and pull Regina's hand slightly away from her mouth. "What?"

"And I just could not help but to take every chance that I got to remind myself of what we did."

"You're naughty." The sly look on the blonde's face could not be hidden. All Emma could picture at that moment was Regina in class and the way she seemed to keep scratching her nose or lean against the podium with her hands by her face. That woman must have been taunting her then, or at least took some joy in watching Emma in the back of class with her scent. Whatever it may be, that woman was quite wicked and undeniably sexy.

"I know I am, love. You really have no idea what I hide. But you'll soon find out." And that wink that she gave sent Emma's heart fluttering. What the hell did she mean by that? Well, at least she would soon find out, right? Although, there was something both terrifying and exciting about that statement and made her scared and both curious to find out what the hell Regina was talking about.

"I think I'm rather terrified of what your dark side would be."

"Oh, I don't think you will be, Emma. At least, not with what you had given me." And then she was smirking once again, using her free hand to fumble around by her chair for what Emma guessed was her purse. It wasn't long before she had the black bag on her lap, searching through it for the gift that the blonde had given her yesterday. Then she pulled it out and Emma very nearly blushed.

"Had I known you were into this..." Regina twirled the strip of leather between her fingers and looked up at the blonde whose eyes were not locked on the rope-like material.

She honestly had no clue why she stuck the damned thing in Regina's purse. It was something that Graham had given her when the brunette wasn't looking. He had mentioned something about giving it to Regina. She would either know what to do with it or just be thoroughly confused as to why Emma would have given her such a strange object.

Emma had talked to Graham last night and told him of Regina's reaction towards the leather. She nearly ripped him a new one over the phone until he had somehow convinced her that all would be fine. Maybe Regina was just shocked that Emma would be into such a thing and the blonde didn't even know if she were. She would be awkward as hell with whatever techniques that her friend had suggested because she didn't remember half of them. But there was something about tying Regina down that sent shivers of excitement coursing through her body.

"I'm more curious about it, really. I heard and read things, but..."

"I see, dear." Regina nodded absently as she shoved the leather piece back into her purse. There was a twitch on her lips and Emma knew she was trying to bite back whatever smile she had going on. "Well, I still do have my present for you at home, if you still so desire to see it. Perhaps we can even combine the two?"

"We can do that?" Emma quirked a brow and Regina nodded.

"You'll just have to wait and see, dear. But, I'll have to grade the remaining tests beforehand." The brunette stuffed the remaining food in the container they came in and shoved that into Emma's backpack. "Think you can handle the wait?"

"As long as I'm with you, I can wait for anything." Emma smiled, although it didn't quite reach her eyes, as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Well, if you're so sure, darling." Regina stood, pressing a kiss to the blonde's cheek. "I shall see you after school, then. Take care, my love, and have a good rest of the day."

"I'll try, but I still have detention afterschool. Thanks, Gina. I, uh, I love you, yeah?" Emma quickly pecked Regina's lips just as the bell rang. Both made a noise of displeasure before the teacher replied.

"I love you, too."

Emma couldn't help the grin that easily spread across her face as she left the classroom, but not before giving Regina one last glance, in which was returned by the sweetest smile that could have very much given her cavities.

As she made her way to her Government class in Mr. Glass' room, she just couldn't seem to erase the damned smile from her lips. She was quite anxious about what Regina had planned for her later that day. The next two periods and that worthless detention would probably drag on with just her luck. Time was never fast enough when there was something she wanted to do. Hopefully the day would go by rather quickly because she was curious as hell about what Regina had meant. Was she really into stuff like that? Or was she just pulling her chain? And what was she going to give her?

So many questions and the answers to them were hours away. This wouldn't just be the slowest periods that she would ever been in, they'd also be the most agonizing. Her brain would probably be too occupied with questionable thoughts for her to pay attention in class. Maybe, then, she'd be able to get through the day. Oh, did she hope so.

After what had felt like hours more than the hours spent in school, the day was finally over and so was detention, especially with Jefferson and Victor. Those two had bugged her the entire time as Mr. Gold sat in his office and had immediately stopped whenever he showed any sign of checking on them. It was rather annoying, of course, but at least Emma occupied her mind- like she had throughout the entire day- with thoughts of what the hell Regina had planned. And every time that she had thought about it, and tried to ignore the two teenage boys, she gazed up at the clock or snuck in a glance at her phone to take the time.

That had always made her feel better, because she was counting down from an hour and each time that she checked it, there was less and less time for her to hitch a ride with Regina. She had become quite ecstatic when Mr. Gold had dismissed the three of them from detention, and so much, that she very nearly ran down the hallway towards Ms. Mills' room.

The brunette was outside the classroom, waiting with her purse, a few folders, and a warm smile. Emma immediately returned the smile and strutted the distance in haste to reach the awaiting teacher.

"Sorry it took me so long."

"It had only taken you a couple of minutes, dear. And, besides, while you were in the office, I was able to make a rather large dent in the tests. There are now less to grade, so that means more time to spend with you, my love. But there's bad news." Regina spoke as the two headed outside and to the Mercedes parked by the other staff cars- which had now declined immensely.

"Bad news?" Emma frowned, ducking her head to enter the passenger's side. Regina only nodded and handed the blonde the folders that she had in her hand before closing the door and rounding the vehicle.

When she got inside herself, did she then explain.

"I had found a neat stack of ungraded writing assignments from, I do believe, last week." The brunette muttered disdainfully as she start the car, soon after pulling out of the parking lot. "I'll have to at least make a dent on those tonight."

"Damn… Can I help with something?"

"You can't grade the papers, or the written part of the tests, but I will allow you to check over the multiple choice. Alright?"

Emma shifted slightly in her spot and nodded. "Alright."

"And that will let me at least get a start on the papers." The brunette concluded, parking the Mercedes in the driveway. "I want to at least get the tests done before anything, alright? I have… things planned if you do not mind."

"'Course not, babe. As long as I get to spend my time in the same vicinity as you, I am perfectly fine." Emma said as she and Regina exited the car and headed towards the house.

The blonde was nearly shivering by the time they had entered the house. It was damned cold out there and sitting in the car- which was also quite cold- hadn't helped much. Thankfully Regina didn't keep it too cold in her home, or too hot for that matter. It was the perfect temperature and Emma was thankful for that.

"Perfect. Would you like anything to drink or eat before we sit down?" Regina shrugged her pea coat off and hung it up in a little closet by the stairs. She had Emma remove her red leather jacket to hang up as well before taking her hand and leading her to the sitting room after the blonde had murmured a negative response.

"Come, my dear, we shall sit and grade papers."

"Oh, joy."

"Welcome to the life of a teacher." The brunette chuckled, taking a seat on the leather couch, her purse hitting the floor next to her feet and the folders on the coffee table in front of her. Emma gladly occupied the space next to her and immediately got handed a sleek, black folder and a red ballpoint pen.

"I have the answer key on the front of the stack. There should be one class period's tests left which, if I am not wrong, will be underneath the key bound with a paperclip. You may check the other stacks in case I had missed any, but as far as I know, those are the only ones that are left." The teacher explained as Emma opened the folder and removed the stacks of paper from inside.

As she looked over the tests to make sure that the brunette was correct, Regina had begun pulling out the papers from her classes' writing assignments. She had also gained a red ballpoint pen and started to read through the paper on the top of the first stack. Emma, on the other hand, had started to grade the very first paper. Luckily it was set up rather easy with the answer on a separate line on the far left side of the paper. Now she understood why teacher's made their tests like this. It was a hell of a lot easier to grade.

And so she found out as her eyes scanned over the answers on the first page's key, then over the test of the student. When she had checked what was incorrect and finished up with that, she proceeded onto the second page and did the same thing, and continued with that for the rest of the answers until she hit the page where the short answers had come into play. She set that test aside and picked up the next, becoming rather concentrated with her work now. It really wasn't so bad and quite easy at that. Perhaps she could help Regina often with grading tests. She wouldn't mind and it would be a lot quicker if she were to do this part, especially if there were no written response questions- although on Regina's tests, that was quite the impossibility.

But for now, she wanted to get through this stack of tests and hope that they would be completed rather early to get to whatever the hell Regina had planned. Emma was still quite anxious about it and spending the entire day coming up with scenarios wasn't agonizing enough, it was sitting here, knowing that at any moment she would be getting the answer that she had been looking for all day.

Luckily, it had seemed like no time before she was done grading the tests in that stack, and ones that she had found that had been left ungraded. Seeing that there wasn't any more tests to be graded, she kicked back on the couch and watched as the brunette teacher read through the written responses on the tests. She just looked so unbelievably sexy in those thick, black framed glasses, and the way that she pressed the butt of the pen to her lips as she read was almost agonizing.

Emma wanted so desperately to touch her, but she knew that the older woman was concentrated and needed to be so in order to finish her work. But, god, did she look just so goddamn tempting. The blonde, for the most part, tried to keep her hands to herself, but let her eyes roam over the brunette's hunched form. She had spent what felt like hours watching Regina sift through the papers, stacking the finished ones beside her (which she had only gotten through five out of twenty-two). Emma knew how many tests were in that stack and she also knew how many that the teacher had gone through, and it seemed as if things weren't getting done fast enough. Boy, did she wish that Regina would allow her to grade the written bits of the tests, because this sure as hell would be going by faster. But, it didn't work that way, and there were still about seventeen more tests to grade before they were freed and allowed to spend time together doing something other than work for school.

Emma flopped on the couch beside Regina, grunting with each movement. She could feel the older woman pause her work momentarily before shooting her an annoyed gaze, then go back to grading the tests splayed before her on both the couch and coffee table.

The blonde huffed slightly and shifted once again, bringing her legs up underneath herself to lean her body towards Regina. That woman was too damned tempting and she had only finally finished the sixth test. It felt as if it had taken them three hours to get that far, even though she knew her brain was exaggerating, but it still had felt as if it had been forever and the blonde was absolutely bored out of her skull.

In her new position, she attempted to brush raven strands aside to expose olive toned skin. Leaning even further, she pressed her lips to the soft flesh and started to trace patterns up and down the side of her throat.
Regina's breath hitched upon contact, and tilted her head slightly to the opposite side, allowing Emma more access to the tanned flesh. The blonde couldn't help but to smirk against the older woman's skin. She was giving in. She must be just as bored and done with this work as she was.

"Emma…" The brunette hummed. "We can't do this. I need to get work done."

"Oh, come on! It's boring as hell." The blonde slightly pouted, but hadn't ceased her peppering kisses.

"I need to get these graded." Regina tried to straighten herself and continue to read the answers on the current test in her hand. But Emma, ever relentless, shifted onto her knees and swung one leg across Regina's own, ending up with a straddle on her lap. The brunette had gasped with surprise at the sudden movement and snapped her head up to meet Emma's emerald gaze.

"Please, baby?" Emma bent her head down to capture the older woman's lips with her own. Regina had hesitated before returning the kiss and the blonde could feel the reluctance. But when she had made a home of the teacher's lap and pressed her mouth hungrily against the plump red ones, she felt all sense of indecision melt away.

Regina had now eagerly slid her mouth against Emma's, her tongue slipping out to taste the teenager's pale lips. Her fingers dug pleasantly into the blonde's sides as the latter had tugged at brunette locks, earning a soft squeak.

But then Emma was off Regina's lap before she knew it and looked up, dazed, at the brunette who now stood above her. Excitement shot straight to her core at the possibilities running through her head that the teacher might plan on doing next. All those core-burning thoughts immediately quenched upon seeing the brunette grab her purse and gesture towards the stairs.

"I'll give you your present now since you seem so impatient. But, before I take you home, I must finish those papers. And, yes, I will make you sit through another boring hour. You wanted to help, dear, remember that." The corner of her mouth tilted up as she headed towards the foyer, Emma hastily jumping up to follow behind.

"Fine." Emma shrugged. Really, she didn't mind. At least she wouldn't have to wait any longer to receive this gift that Regina had for her. She was getting rather anxious now and there really was no way she could wait any longer. The blonde wouldn't mind sitting for another hour of boring hell hour as long as it was after this present.

And they were getting warmer, she suspected as they reached the top of the curled staircase. She hadn't really been paying attention to where they were going, and when they stopped inside a rather large room, did she finally get her brain to boot up and process where the hell they were at and what the hell they were doing. This was Regina's bedroom.

She was in Regina's bedroom.

Of course, she should have figured at some point in their relationship they would be in here, but really, now that it was happening, she couldn't believe it. She was in Regina's lavish bedroom, and it just looked so goddamn fancy. Like, really. She had a huge bed. And if that weren't enough, there was this area at the far side of the foot of the bed with a few chairs and end tables. She had her own fucking living room in here, and there was a fireplace. God, she was almost afraid to see what the en suite bathroom looked like.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be out with your present in a moment." Regina's husky voice broke through the blonde's thoughts. She could only nod, muttering something incoherent before perching on the edge of the bed. The brunette had smiled and there was something just so conniving about it that sent shivers down Emma's spine. She had something planned and that something was probably a big something that had the blonde even more anxious. Even though Regina had just went through a door and she wanted her to hurry and return with whatever the surprise was.

"Shit…" Emma mumbled under her breath and began to kick her shoes off, soon tossing her socks in their general direction. Then she sat there, looking around at the meaningless art on the wall. It went rather well with the décor, really, and Emma really liked it. It was something she could definitely get used to. But, right now, she didn't want to stare at any of it. That was an experience to have post-coital. She wanted Regina to get out here because she already missed her warmth and kisses, and the way that she had left her hanging all hot and bothered should be illegal.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm gonna snoop!" The blonde threatened, sliding her butt off the bed to idly walk over to the nightstand on the right side of the bed. What did she have in there? Books? Magazines? Papers? Glasses? Something… dirty?

"Go right ahead, dear. My home is your home." Regina's voice echoed from across the room and Emma shrugged. If she didn't mind, Emma wouldn't protest to some snooping. Perhaps, then, she could find out a little bit more about her and see what she hides in her nightstand. Of course, if the brunette was so ready to offer…

So she quickly opened the drawer to the nightstand and peeked inside, only to find, with great disappointment, one of the romance novels that Regina liked and a pair of reading glasses. With a slight pout to herself for not finding something juicy, Emma shut the drawer and rounded the bed to check the other side. Might as well, seeing as to how it couldn't be any more disappointing, even if the damned thing were empty.
With a shrug to herself, she pulled open the drawer, expecting to find more disinteresting objects, like a paper of some sort, or another book. But to her utter amazement, and slight shock, she found something quite more phallic than a book or reading glasses.

"You goddamn naughty woman!" Emma squawked, shoving the drawer back into its place.

"Oh, did you find my little toys, dear?" Regina purred from the doorway. Emma's eyes immediately locked onto the woman who now appeared visible to her, and her jaw had very literally dropped.

Regina was standing there in nothing but leather. She was clad in a tight, leather corset that punctuated her breasts, and a small, black leather pair of panties. In one of her hands was the leather rope that Emma had given her and in the other held what appeared to be a whip of some sort. And if that weren't enough mouth-watering leather, the woman was wearing thigh high heels that made the whole outfit.

What the hell did I just get myself into?

Whatever it was, it had Emma standing in wet panties, because that woman looked sexy as hell in leather and even more so with the objects in her hands. All the possibilities to be had with those items had another shot of heat sent to her already aching core.

"Are you going to be alright, dear?" Regina's voice seemed nothing but a growl as she slowly made her way over, appearing as if she were an animal stalking its prey.

Emma could feel a lump forming in her throat and had tried so desperately to swallow around it, because here she came and, holy fuck, was this definitely worth the wait.

"Y-yeah…"

"Good, because I will be needing that mouth," she smirked, closing the space between them with only mere inches separating their parted lips. "Also, before we further anything… I would like to wish you a happy belated birthday. Here's your gift and I do hope that you enjoy."

"I know I will-"

"Too much talking." Regina surged forward, crashing her lips on Emma's already parted ones. She felt the older woman's tongue invade her mouth without warning, which had her pressing closer against the brunette's body with a soft groan. Her own tongue slid against Regina's in a twisted tango as she felt the woman's hands explore her curves with great contempt. The hairs on her body stood on end from the contact, and when those very curious hands slid underneath her T-shirt, she shivered and gave the brunette's tongue a hard suck.

Then Regina had pulled away from the kiss, retracting her tongue from the blonde's mouth as she swiftly removed the teenager's shirt, tossing it somewhere behind her. Emma's cheeks burned from being left without her shirt, but the older woman didn't seem to take notice, for her lips were soon again on her, tasting the pale flesh on her throat with fingers working at the clasps of her brassiere.

"There we go…" Regina's voice was nothing but a sensual purr as the material snapped forward and she removed it, dropping it on the floor by their feet. Her lips connected themselves with Emma's collarbone and soon ventured their way down with a soft, peppering trail.

Emma watched as she only went further, even passing through the valley between her breasts, then straight down to her flat abdomen until she had hit the barrier of jean. Regina lifted her gaze up to the blonde with a small lilt on her lips as her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper.
Emma shifted in her spot, trying so hard to ease the burning throb between her thighs. But it was rather futile as the brunette teacher reattached her mouth to the silky surface of Emma's heated, porcelain flesh. As she trail her plump lips downwards, she started to drag the jeans off the blonde's hips. It wasn't until the article of clothing was halfway down her thighs did she notice that Regina had also hooked her fingers onto the blonde's panties.

"Gina…" Emma gasped when she felt those lips grace over her tender flesh, which had her knees buckling and her hips bucking against the older woman's mouth, desperate for more contact. She could feel Regina's tongue slip out and lave across her sensitive folds, earning a squeak from the blonde as she tried to grind against the brunette.

"Please…" the blonde moaned into thick air, her head tilted back with her fingers curled tightly in raven locks.

But Regina had pulled away and stood straight up, that teasing tongue of her coming out slowly to lick off any juices on her lips. "I have something else planned for you." And if the sensuality in the brunette's tone weren't so promising, Emma would be protesting against her sudden halt.

"Wh-what?"

"Get on the bed, my pet, and you shall see."

Emma quickly obeyed the older woman's request and clambered onto the middle of the bed.
Regina had soon joined her with the leather rope in her grasp and a delicious smirk on her face. It didn't take a genius to know what she had in mind and the thought of what she was about to do sent delightful shivers down her spine.

Both of Emma's wrists were soon bound together by the leather as Regina sit on her knees next to Emma's head. She tied her wrists up onto what appeared to be a hook placed on the wall above on the wall, which was conveniently placed in the middle of where the mattress would be.

Had she done something like this before?

That thought had sent Emma's heart sinking. She didn't like the thought of Regina with anyone else, and in her bed. She wanted the brunette all to herself and if she had to, she would let Regina know that.

"All secure, my dear." Regina grinned, her teeth pearly against her red painted lips. "Now it's my turn."

"What do you mean?" Emma lifted her large, green gaze to meet with the brunette's.

"I mean that it's my turn to be pleasured. You must find a way to satisfy me with your hands tied above your head. You are free to contemplate it for a moment, but if you come up with a bad egg of an idea, or fail to satisfy me to an orgasm, you shall be whipped." And as to enunciate what she had just said, Regina brought the whip back into her possession and held it up with the wickedest of looks.

"Whipped?" Emma squeaked.

"Yes. So I do suggest you get to planning, and wisely… That is, unless you like the pain."

"How the hell am I supposed to do this? It's fucking impossible!" The blonde wished she could have taken those words back out of the air, because the quirked brow and the sparkle in Regina's eyes told her that she was in for it.

"Wrong answer." Regina only slightly turned her body from the position by Emma's head and let the whip fall across the blonde's pale abdomen.

Emma yelped from the lash, only able to see stars as pain shot through her body and, surprisingly enough, straight to her core.

"Do you have a different answer?"

"I don't know! I don't know how to fucking do it! This is so stressful, I hate being put under pressure." Emma squeezed her eyes shut as Regina, without a single warning, lashed out with the whip once again. She didn't know how the hell to do anything to Regina at this point. All things logical had flown out the window and the pressure she was under was only forcing her brain to turn off. She just couldn't think with Regina breathing down her neck and there was that fear of having to be whipped for not coming up with a correct answer.
"Fuck! Can't you just lay off and give me a goddamn moment?"

That had earned a frown from the brunette. The playful smile and twinkle had completely left her visage as she gazed down at the blonde below her.

"Do you not want to do this? I-I'm sorry if you don't… I didn't mean for this to not be fun… I thought you would like it."

Emma felt like she just got hit with a truck after turning her attention to Regina. The poor brunette looked like a goddamn kicked puppy and Emma knew just how exactly she must be feeling. She was firstly excited to show this all to Emma, believing that she would like it and that it would please her, only to be rejected for all the work and thought that she had put into it. It wasn't that Emma didn't like nor appreciate what Regina was doing for her, so much as the fact that she hated being put under pressure and every time that she attempted to speak, she only got hurt.

"No… I want to. I like it, Gina. I just hate… I hate being put under pressure with what you have on my shoulders and not being able to express my current inability to think about what I can do. I probably know how to do this, but just… I need some time and no whips threatening me until after I think up something. Okay, babe?" Emma tried to reach up to cup the older woman's face, only to be stopped by the leather bound to her wrists. She only huffed and gave Regina a pleading look, which had the brunette bending over her in a matter of seconds. With a fresh smile, the blonde tilted her head up and pressed her lips to her lover's.

"Alright, pet, I will give you some time to think."

"Thanks." Emma said through a sigh and closed her eyes. Now she needed to delve deep into her mind to find ways to give Regina some pleasuring without use of her hands and she knew that she needed to do most of the work. There really was only one other way- so far, at least- that Emma could think of using at the moment and that would be her mouth.

Okay, so her mouth would work. Now how the hell would she do it in her position? She was on her back and not exactly where she wanted to be with what she was thinking of. Maybe she could reference some porn stuff that she had read. There must be some technique that would be brilliant to use in her position.

Wasn't there something-… Ah, yes, there was!
"I got it!"
"What is it, dear?" The brunette sat up on her knees once again and peered down at the blonde.

"Well, you oughta take off your panties, first."

"I suppose I might as well give you this one, right?" Regina chuckled and set the whip on the opposite side of the bed before slowly sliding the leather underwear down her hips and legs. The blonde watched the enticing movements with hungry eyes and licked her lips.

"Oh, yes, good…"

"What do you have planned?"

"I need you to… uh…"

"Yes?"

"It sounds so crass for me to just say it…" Emma could literally feel the blush creeping up her neck and heating her cheeks.

"Just spit it out, Emma. I love dirty talk."

"Oh, I know…" she muttered.

"I'll whip you again, dear. Is that what you want?"

"No thank you…" The blonde took a look at her stomach and the two red marks contrasting against the pale flesh from the earlier whipping. Sure, it did feel rather arousing to be struck by a whip with Regina on the other end, but it hurt like a bitch.

"Anyways, I, uh, I need you to get on my… my, uh, face."

"Your face?"

"Yeah. Straddle it. Like… It would work, right?"

"Oh, more than you would know, Emma dear." Regina's voice was a purr. She chuckled again at the way the blonde seemed to sheepishly sink into the bed before winking at her and changing positions.

Before Emma knew it, Regina was where she had wanted her to be, both thighs on either side of her head on the pillow with her hands clutched onto the headboard on either side of Emma's arms.

"Are you alright, dear?" She asked as her hips hovered over the blonde's face.

"Yeah! Just… go ahead and lower yourself, babe." Emma wished her hands weren't bound as the brunette lowered herself, taking a sharp inhalation of breath as her aching core had come into contact with the blonde's awaiting mouth. It would have been less awkward if she were able to hold Regina hips, especially as she started moving against Emma's already rapidly thrumming tongue.

"You know, Emma," Regina's voice was breathless already as she rocked against the blonde. When she got a grunt in response, she continued. "They call this queening."

Ah, so that's what this was called.

She tried to make a sound that resembled "oh?"

"Yes. It suits me perfectly, don't you think? They call me the Evil Queen of the school."

Emma could just hear Regina's smirk. She must have just been so proud. But it was true. It had suited her perfectly. She was dubbed the Evil Queen and, well, she was queening now, or whatever the hell one would call it. Perhaps Emma should show her how much her loyal subjects appreciated such a queen?

So the blonde had made sure to hit every sensitive spot that she knew so far on Regina the best that she could on repeat, because if the older woman was as aroused as she, it would be for the best. She could feel Regina's arousal dripping down her thighs, which had ultimately coated bits of her face and had only shot more heat to her core. Oh, god, did she hope that Regina would soon return the favor because she was absolutely aching and yearned for a release of her own.
With that in mind, it had only made her work faster with her tongue, working it between the sopping folds to find Regina's sweetest spot that had the older woman very nearly crying her name.

"Oh, god! Right there! More!"

Emma groaned a reply against her as she allowed the pace of her tongue to move faster, and tried for hard, against that very spot that had Regina rocking her hips in a wild, desperate tango against her mouth.

"Emma please, I-I'm so close…" The brunette's plea had the blonde working faster, and somehow working her wrists free from the leather rope because her arms snapped forward from the tug that she had been consistently holding ever since she had started. Really, she hoped Regina wouldn't mind, nor whip her again, because her now free hands were gripping the older woman's hips and taking advantage to move her body up and down vertically in time with her thrusts.

And that had apparently done it in for Regina for her own movements had slowed to a stop as her inner walls clamped around Emma's tongue. The brunette's breath had hitched and hit a breathless frenzy as she tried to ride out the spasms taking over the functions of her body. Emma tried to help her ride it out all she could, and ultimately make the orgasm much more intense for her, as she continued to relentlessly thrum her tongue on that spot, which had the brunette moaning her name and clutching until her knuckles were white on the headboard.

"Fuck, you're going to kill me, Emma…" Regina panted, her body had now finally relaxed from what felt like an endless spasm of her body. She lifted one leg over the blonde onto the left side of the bed, but not before the blonde had held her in place and gave the inside of her thigh one hard bite. Regina squeaked a profanity as she was released and collapsed next to Emma, her chest heaving and her brow sweaty.

"Did I do well?" the blonde smirked, her tongue coming out to lick the area around her mouth clean.

"That was the best orgasm of my life, dear. I think you did more than well…" Regina tossed onto her side and gazed at the blonde, her visage completed sated. "But what the fuck was that bite for?"

"Really?" Emma's eyes widened incredulously. Had it really been that good? And, shit… hopefully her little act of 'mine' didn't turn the brunette off. "I… I want you to be mine. Mine and no one else's."

"Really, dear. And I already am yours, don't forget that. If you want to mark me, try somewhere else. My thighs are a little sensitive. I'll have a bitch of a bruise there tomorrow."

"I'm sorry… I'll, uh, bite you somewhere else, then."

"Good. But, before you do that, let me repay you." The brunette purred before tossing onto her other side and reaching for the bedside table. She opened the drawer and Emma could hear fumbling before it had closed again and Regina was facing her once again, only this time she held something.

"What is that?"

"It's a bullet." Regina smirked and pushed herself up into a sitting position. "I take it you must have seen my-"

"Yeah. Yeah… no need to…"

"I'm quite sorry if I had traumatized you. I do hope you won't think of it as a self-pleasuring tool after I will have used it on you in the future. Because, I plan on doing just that." The brunette winked and leaned forward to press her lips to the blonde's florid cheek.

"I'm really having a hard time trying to imagine you buying that stuff."

"Why?"

"Because you're… you're all regal and classy and stuff. I just can't see you going into some adult store and buying a dildo."

"Well, it is quite a normal occurrence, dear. It's only natural."

"But, still…" Emma shifted slightly and eyed the little black object between the brunette's fingers.

"Don't worry about it, my pet. Just enjoy the pleasure that it brings." Regina whispered and hoist herself on top of the blonde once again, this time her entire body covering Emma's. She fumbled with her fingers for a moment before letting the one with the little bullet on it find the soaked folds between the blonde's legs.

"Your pet?"

"Yes, you are my pet. You are my… teacher's pet." The brunette smirked, leaving Emma blushing against the fluffy pillows. Did she really just say that? It had brought an entirely new meaning to the term 'teacher's pet', and the new definition was far more arousing than the original. Of course, Emma had started off as a typical teacher's pet, but now she was literally the teacher's pet and it really wasn't as bad as it might sound. She quite enjoyed being Regina's.

"I like that." Emma whispered, nosing against the brunette's olive cheek. "It makes me feel warm and fuzzy in all the right ways."

"Good, because you make me feel the same, Emma. And every time I see you…"

"Especially now. I can just picture you… squirming."

"Oh, god, you've got my insides already turning for another round, love." Regina chuckled, a rich sound that had Emma moving almost impatiently underneath the brunette.

"I want you to make me come, Gina. Please. I need you. I want you. I crave you."

"Then it is me you shall have." Her voice was laced with sex as she flipped the bullet on and pressed it against the blonde's aching center. She made sure to coat it with Emma's arousal, which, in itself, had the blonde already writhing impatiently under her and her hips bucking for more pressure.

Regina hadn't hesitated to abide Emma's silent wish and slipped the object attached to her finger between the slick folds, almost immediately hitting the blonde's swollen clitoris.

"Reg-G-Gina!" She cried, stars blurring her vision from the intense pleasure. Her entire body had jerked, hips meeting with Regina's hand and her back arching taut against the leather bound to the older woman.

"I found a good spot, hm?"

"Please…" The blonde whimpered, holding onto the brunette for dear life, her face buried in the crook of her neck. Regina pressed a kiss to the side of Emma's head as she, once again, granted her wish and began to thrust the object against the sensitive bundle of nerves, mercilessly making each hard and fast.
Emma felt as if her head would explode at the amount of pleasure that had her body in a frenzy. Her hips barely had enough time to rock against the hand pleasuring her, meeting with each pump. She could feel her body already building up for climax and soon all that was on her mind was finding her release. Whatever that thing was felt absolutely amazing and worked rather quickly as well- although, that could have been from the sexual tension already built up from waiting so long after the initial interaction.

"Fuck, fuck… Gina… I-I'm… I'm gonna…" Emma couldn't form the right words to say when her peak had hit her suddenly like a semi. Her hips bucked up one last time, slamming painfully into Regina's own, and her teeth sinking into tanned flesh. She didn't know how hard, and barely cared, until she tasted blood and heard the sharp gasp from the brunette who had slowed her fingers to a sudden halt.

Then the two were soon slumped against the bed, Regina felt like a dead weight on top of the blonde who was already struggling enough to breath with her heart rapidly thrumming against her chest like a jackhammer.

"I hope you do realize… that that bite…"

"Was too hard?" Emma frowned as she had noticed crimson trickling from the fresh wound on Regina's shoulder.

"No." The brunette lifted her brown gaze to meet with emerald, plump pink lips curving upwards. "It made me come again, my dear."

"No shit?"

"You are just amazing with your mouth, Emma. You are." She complimented, her voice husky, yet quite breathless, as she removed the little device and switched it off before tossing it onto her nightstand.

"What can I say? It got me this far in life." Emma shrugged, a smug smile on her face.

"Well, I certainly am glad, dear." Regina giggled, light and airy, as she brushed a strand of golden hair behind Emma's ear. "Because that means you're here and I have you all to myself."

"Yeah. And I have you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm super glad that the Nolans took me in."

"I am, too, darling." The brunette bent her head down slightly to press a kiss to the blonde's forehead, then moved down to peck her nose before sealing a kiss on her lips. Emma returned the kiss almost instantly, melting into the older woman like she was her safe haven.

"I love you, Emma Swan."

"I love you too, Regina Mills." The blonde's words were said on a yawn and she blushed, opening her mouth to apologize but Regina had interrupted her with a chuckle.

"Sounds like someone it worn out."

"Sure as hell am."

"Why don't you take a small nap, dear? I ought to clean up this blood and change before I can join you, if you don't mind?"

"Aw… I can wait?"

"If you wish, dear." The brunette chuckled and gave Emma a quick kiss on the lips before rolling off her and the bed to stand at the side with a warm smile. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Okay." Emma nodded and watched as Regina picked up a few things from the floor and headed off to through one of the doors. That was the last thing the blonde had seen before she dozed off.

Emma had woken up what felt like only five minutes later to a lamp light and scribbling. When she shifted, she felt the weight of Regina's comforters wrapped around her and saw the woman responsible for covering her up with them sitting cross-legged on the opposite side with a pen in her hand and her black, thick framed glassed resting halfway down the bridge of her nose.

The blonde rapidly blinked her eyes, trying to shove the drowsiness away, and sat up, bringing the covers with her. It was rather chilly in here now that she had absolutely nothing on and Regina wasn't necessarily sharing the blankets with her. She was sitting on them, which aroused a problem, since only half the blankets went up with Emma. The blonde sat awkwardly, watching as the brunette read a piece of paper on her lap with a stack of papers underneath it.

"How long have I been out?"

"About an hour." Regina answered without taking her eyes off the paper.

"Didn't you nap, too?"

"No." The brunette pulled her glasses off and turned her head towards the blonde, a brow quirked. "You were snoring not a minute after I went to change. So I decided to do all my chores quietly and try to finish grading these tests. I've got most of them done except for three."

"I'm sorry I fell asleep." Emma mumbled, lowering her head. "I normally don't fall asleep so fast."

"It's fine, my love. You were exhausted. Just be happy that you won't have to sit through an hour of watching me grade tests." Regina offered Emma a lopsided smile. "Why don't you come over here and snuggle me while I finish these off? Then we can get you home."

"What? I don't want to go home." The blonde's tone was rather whiny now as she crawled over to Regina and hooked an arm around her waist, her chin sitting on the woman's shoulder.

"You will have to, Emma. Your mother will be worried if you do not arrive soon. It's almost eight thirty now. I don't think it would be appropriate if you were tutoring with me for this long." Regina explained soothingly, rubbing the blonde's back in slow, circular motions.

Emma nodded and sighed without any further argument. She knew that she couldn't stay here late at all. It was strange enough that she was tutoring with Ms. Mills for government, but arriving home so late at night was even more so. It really shouldn't take the four or five hours it will have been to study.

"Good girl." Regina rumbled. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Emma replied, a small smile gracing her lips as she watched the teacher return to grading the tests. She would never get tired of hearing those three little words coming from the older woman's mouth. They were like music to her ears- the sweetest melody that she had ever heard.

So she had decided to remain a good girl and keep quite through the next three test gradings until the brunette was finished with them and had also obeyed when Regina asked her to get dressed so they could go. It wasn't long before they were leaving the house, Emma reluctantly so. She wished she could stay here, even live here, so she would never have to leave the brunette. Sadly, she couldn't, or at least not until she was old enough to do so- and that would be if Regina would have her there. But, really, that was something that should be put off for a later date. That was something that needed to still be discussed with Regina because she didn't know where the hell their relationship was going, but she did know that it was quite serious and might develop into something even more so later down the path. Just hopefully it would stay as strong as it is now and perhaps build even stronger the more their relationship progresses. All Emma knew at the moment was that she never wanted to leave Regina and missed every minute that they were apart. That was typical for new lovers, and Emma knew that, but she certainly hoped that their relationship so far wasn't based on something that of puppy love or flimsy feelings. What she felt seemed real enough, but she couldn't be sure. She hadn't necessarily been in love before. But maybe, just maybe, this was the real thing. And maybe, it would last for a very long time.