Teacher's Pet

by RegalChromaggia

Emma Swan just wants to get through her final year of Storybrooke High to start a life in Boston. Then she meets her new Creative Writing teacher, Ms. Mills, who turns her plans inside out. SwanQueen. Student/Teacher. M for Smut/Lang. Completed 12/28/2014. SEQUEL ON MY PROFILE

18. The Finals

A/N: Yay! I have it posted on a day that I had said it would be on. I actually had a hard time with this chapter, for distraction and writing block reasons. But it's all here! Every word of it that I hope forms a coherent story!

But, before you move on, I would like to address a few things. (Nothing bad, don't you worry). First of all, I would love to thank you all for the wonderful, wonderful reviews! They really do make my day and, really, my entire week! I enjoy your feedback, it really helps fuel my writing bug. I cannot thank you enough, really. :) I'm really glad that you all enjoy my story and have stuck with me thus far, or have taken the time to click and read through!

I would also like your opinion on one thing. I had this thought in my head a few days back while writing and it started to bother me. I want to know if I'm writing too much smut? It feels like it, since I've written it for most every chapter since the trip to Boston. It didn't feel like it to me at the time, since I normally take a while to write up and post each chapter, but after I realized it, it might have seemed a little too much, especially if someone were to read it all the way through. This isn't meant to be a smut fic and I don't want to add too much to make it that way. But, I'm just self-conscious about this and I want to hear your opinions, since you are my faithful readers. (Regardless, I probably won't be having as much smut from now on, though).

And to finish up and let you get to reading ( I know I babble too much), I would like to set a warning. A trigger? in here. It's just parts of the beginning, talking about self-harm. I will have it marked with bold words (since I had heard a suggestion about that) in case you need to skip that part. I do apologize about last chapter, like I had said, I am not aware of a lot of that kind of stuff (and I know that I should be). Thank you for pointing that out to me, though, it helps quite a lot.

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"I hope no one else gave you any trouble… Did they?" Regina asked, setting a glass of apple juice in front of Emma before taking a seat next to her on the couch.
They were now at the brunette teacher's house, which had become something of a second home to the blonde. She found herself here quite often, spending more time at the small mansion than her own loft. She even managed to memorize the layout of the place and knew exactly where everything was if she ever needed anything, or Regina asked her to grab a thing.

It was nice to be in a place where she was welcome. A place where she felt so at home- but, then again, wherever she was, she felt like she was at home when she was with the brunette. It was a strange way to put it, or so Emma had thought, but it was the best way to describe how Emma felt with the older woman. At home.

Though, that had explained so much- as they were apart over that weekend- why she had felt so lost, so… empty. She had lost her home, in a matter of speaking, and it had felt as if she had lost every possession within it. Was she ever glad that she had Regina back now, because she could never imagine living anywhere else?

"No, thankfully." She answered, a subtle smile on her face. "It was just the assholes in my second period. They weren't in any of my other classes."

"That's good." Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's waist, pulling the teenager against her body. "So, dear, how was your day?"

Emma gasped softly as tender lips pressed against the sensitive flesh just below her ear. The blonde tilted her head slightly, her skin pebbling with goose flesh. "My day started out shitty, but during and after lunch, it got better. You make me happy, and incredibly so."

"I am glad to hear that, my love." The brunette grinned as Emma turned her head to meet whisky orbs. "You certainly make me happier."

One of Regina's hands slowly made its way up the blonde's sweater-covered arm, continuing its voyage up the side of her neck until it reached Emma's rosy cheek. The smile on the teenager's face only grew as she nuzzled the olive flesh, the softest of mewls slipping from those pink, parted lips.

"I'm baking." Emma whispered. She suddenly felt so goddamn hot, her body had reacted with great exuberance to Regina's teases and it hadn't helped that she wore this damned sweater that only trapped her body heat in.

"Take that thing off, then, dear. You won't need it for much longer, anyways." Regina's words were a sensual purr, mixing kindly with the fingers that slowly eased the black sweater up even as she spoke. "It will prove difficult to make love to you if you were to continue wearing this silly thing."

And as the sweater was pulled over her breasts, Emma began to panic. There was no reason for wearing this heinous thing- and that same reason applied to her excuse of not having taken it off already.

Her reactions had Regina ceasing her movements to give the blonde an eyebrow raise, her perfectly plucked brow propping up with a silent question that thundered in Emma's ears.

"Don't," she whispered.

"I thought you wanted…" The brunette's voice was soft, tentative, and her eyes almost lost as emerald stared into the searching browns.

"I-I do, I just…" The blonde's gaze dropped almost shamefully as her words were lost. Regina would figure out her secret at some point. She couldn't hide it from her forever.

"What is it, Emma?" Now the teaching was sitting straight up, her eyes attracted to Emma's mortified face. Her grip tightened around the blonde.

"We don't have to have sex. It's fine."

"I want to…" Emma sighed, pulling her sweater over her head, though she had left her arms covered in the bunched fabric. "I-I'm sorry…"

Those words held more meaning behind them than Regina would ever know.

"Are you…" The brunette leaned forward, her mouth mere inches from Emma's ear. The blonde shivered as Regina whispered the rest of the question. "… on your period? Because, if you are, I will get you some chocolate and we can cuddle."

"What? No!" Emma gasped, moving from the surprised brunette's grip. "I mean, that would be nice and I would like that very much, but I'm not on my period. Don't worry. No bloody twat today."

"O-okay." Regina blinked slightly, her eyes momentarily lowering to said area before raising to meet with Emma's. "Then what's wrong, Emma?"

"Nothing." She shrugged, leaning back into her girlfriend's arms. "It's nothing, Gina."

"Well, if you're sure."

"I am."

"What would you like to do?" Regina smiled, setting her chin on the blonde's shoulder as her arms tightened over the younger woman's belly.

"Anything that you want." Emma leaned into her, quite content in this spot. She loved being held by Regina. It made her feel safe and secure, and it put away every drop of worry.

"That is quite easy to answer." Regina whispered into Emma's ear, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end. "I want you."

The English teacher's tongue deliciously laved across the soft, pale flesh below Emma's ear. The sensation shot straight to her core, where the fire brewing in her belly roared to life with a desire that only Regina could stir- and ultimately satisfy.

"Oh…" Emma swallowed thickly, her heart already hammering in her chest. "Then… we'll do that."

"Mm, good… I want to show you just how much I really love you." Regina's voice was soft and sensual as one hand moved to rid of the bundled sweater in Emma's arms, the other provocatively made its way up the blonde's abdomen to the swell of her chest. She gave a gentle squeeze, resulting in a slightly squirming Emma as she arched into the touch.

"Do you like that?" the older woman squeezed the teenager's breast once again, resulting in a soft moan, which was mirrored by a sultry groan of Regina's own. Her head lowered, lips making contact with the shell of Emma's ear. "Do you want me to do it some more?"

"Please…" Emma gasped when Regina did just that, her second hand sliding under the thin fabric of the blonde's black tank.

"I know you liked it." She muttered against porcelain skin, her teeth gently teasing the flesh with gentle nips in time with the circular rub of her hand.

"I enjoy anything from you." Emma shifted to press her thighs together as the wandering hand slid p her shirt and over the twitching muscles of her abs. Oh, was this woman ever a tease?

"Anything?" Emma could hear the older woman's smirk. Suddenly, the blonde could feel a sharp pain as Regina's nails were digging into the flesh of her stomach. The grip soon faltered, the hand continuing on as Regina chuckled, acting as if it hadn't happened.

"I know you like the pain." She whispered, fingers caressing the smooth expanse of skin, stopping every so often when her fingers came across the crescent grooves left by her nails.

"Sometimes." Emma replied, biting her lip when she shied her left arm away. The brunette hadn't seemed to notice, for she only chuckled again, the sound a melody that- combined with her gentle touches- had the throb between her thighs only intensify. She shifted in her spot, subtly grinding her sensitive flesh against the seam of her tight jeans for some sort of relief.

This, Regina did notice. She retracted the hand from Emma's breast and pressed it against her thigh to cease her movements.

"You let me do that." A wicked smile reflected Emma's flushed cheeks. "You impatient little Swan."

"I am a horny, impatient, little Swan." Emma grumbled, though the smile on her face fully reached her eyes. "And this Swan needs to get fucked by her Queen."

"I'm your Queen, now?" Regina smiled, eyes softening incredibly.

"Yeah. You queened me, after all."

"Oh, yes." And just like that, those molten brown orbs darkened as lust drove away any other intentional emotions. "And I plan on doing far more than just that, my dear."

"Yeah?"
"Yes. But you must come with me so I can show you." Regina gently removed herself from her position and stood, hand blindly reaching down to grab Emma's forearm.

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The blonde winced. It had just so happened to be her left arm, of course. The damn thing still hurt. Just hopefully Regina didn't notice her moment of weakness.

"Come. Let us go to the Queen's bedchambers." Regina growled, tugging the blonde off the couch as she made habit to move towards the bedroom upstairs. Emma anxiously followed behind, the whole time hoping that her brunette lover wouldn't notice the terrible wounds on her arm- the one that she was currently holding what felt like a goddamn death grip.

"There's no rush. We have all night." Emma gasped from behind Regina who had shifted in a way that agitated the ut underneath it.

Emma always had a habit of picking at scabs. Unfortunately, this wasn't an exception, and as soon as the damned thing had scabbed up, she found herself itching and picking at it, freshly opening the wound again. And, in her case now, she really should have left it alone- as Mary Margaret had always got on her case about- since the damned thing hurt.

"Are you alright, love?" Regina's brows were knit together. She had caught the blonde's latest wince and took a step into her personal space. Muddy eyes met with grassy green, dropping only moments later to her grip on Emma's arm.

"Oh, dear…" She gasped, immediately releasing Emma's arm. "Did you get a scratch on something-?"

The blonde closed her eyes, her head lowering when Regina's words had cut off. She saw. She saw the angry red lines, connected together to shape an "R." Four lines to be exact. Four painful scars that reminded Emma of that night.

"Em- Emma?" Sad, brown eyes rose to meet Emma's, who tried her best to avoid contact. "What did you do…" it was more of a statement coming from her lips than the question that it should have been, but the blonde had answered it as such.

"I was… in a dark place and ventured where I should have never gone." Emma shamefully hid the mark that she had inflicted on herself, head still lowered, though her eyes now met Regina's. "I promise that…. That I don't make this a habit. I-It was my first time and… I was curious, and… there was a lot of blood."

"Emma…"

"I'm sorry, Gina. I'm so fucking sorry that…" she mumbled the last words, unsure of what they had meant herself. She felt mortified and felt as if she couldn't apologize enough to Regina for whatever reason that she deemed fit. The older woman didn't seem to comprehend what she was hearing or seeing, for her eyes were wide as saucers, but blank.

Emma had done something that she wasn't sure if Regina could handle. Her hands were full enough battling everyday wars, and here Emma was, adding a goddamn steak to her already full platter.

And the way that her eyes had started to glisten with unshed tears, ready to push through the walls that they were held behind, had Emma's heart in a tight grip. Regina looked about ready to break when she had noticed that the lines had formed that particular letter that her name started with.

"It didn't help anything. It only made it worse." Emma crossed her arms, daring to break the silence that Regina didn't seem to want to interrupt. The blonde eyed her left arm with disdain, regret immediately making home in the pits of her mind. "I not only had a deep, emotional pain still eating away, I now have a physical pain that will mark me for as long as it is there. I just… missed you so much and I thought writing-… putting your name o-on my arm… would take away all the pain like I've heard. But it hurt too much by the time I… And I still felt really depressed."

"I feel so horrible for making you do this, sweetheart. I-I didn't want you to hurt…" Regina finally spoke, though, her visage was as forlorn as her hunched posture. Her fingers idly played with one another. She couldn't quite bring herself to meet Emma's gaze, and she knew it.

"It's my fault more than anything, Gina. None of it is your fault. At all. I don't want you to think you made me do this." Emma pressed a hand to the back of her neck. "I'm the stupid fucking idiot who made the choice to-… A-and I should have known better, you know? We all have different ways to deal with our pain and… this just wasn't it. Killing myself would have-"

"Don't say that…" Before the blonde could logically conceive what was going on, she found herself engulfed in Regina's arms, drowning in familiar spices.

"Why not? It's true." Emma's words were muffled as the brunette held her tighter, ultimately pressing her face into a mouthful of blazer.

"Emma… Don't speak about taking your own life. Please…" Regina sighed, pressing her lips to the top of her young lover's head. In silence, she pulled away from Emma, allowing the blonde to breathe real oxygen instead of the fumes emitted from Regina's perfume. Orbs, a shade of melted chocolate, roved over the petite frame in front of them, soon shimmering with emotion as they landed on the exposed opposing scar. A myriad of emotion molded Regina's face as Emma kept her sparkling forest eyes on her.

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It was hard to describe what was going on in front of the blonde, but Emma could just feel the things that Regina concealed with a mask that she often slipped on.

Emma had usually noticed that about the brunette teacher when she was around Emma, alone, she normally never hid her emotions. But there were times when the blonde could see the struggle the internal debate with herself as she tried her best to chase the oncoming feelings away.

It happened whenever her mother was mentioned, for sure. It really was no wonder why she clammed up and rarely ventured into the subject. The subject was a painful one for Regina to discuss, since her mother had left her so emotionally damaged throughout the years of her life. Emma had suspected her mother had said something to her when she was younger that resulted in Regina remaining stone cold with her emotions, though, the blonde could still often see them in her eyes- which told everything. Whatever Cora had done to the brunette teacher when she was a child had certainly ruined her to this day- and that had definitely explained why Regina never wanted to talk about said woman. So Emma rarely pushed, if at all. She knew the past for Regina was a sensitive subject as it was for herself. They both closed up.

When the blonde was around Regina in public- namely school- she had tended to notice that the older woman plastered on the fakest, sometimes even coldest, smiles that Emma had ever bore witness to on her face. Whatever emotion that she had shown was nothing more than rehearsed, a default mask that she threw on to hide the human side of her. This act seemed to have been practiced and perfected to seem authentic. Emma could admittedly see why the others thought of her as a bitch- as the insensitive Evil Queen. Stoic. Stone cold. Cold-hearted. No emotion. No pity. No guilt.

But little did they know, that all they had though she was and what they had made her up to be, was just a mask that saved herself from the emotional torment that she had feared she would be forced to endure if she ever let her true self show.

Because, under that mask wasn't a statue, nor a cold-hearted dragon lady- no- behind that mask was a human, believe it or not. One with raw emotions that they could not fathom, and one with a heart as warm as the sun and as beautiful as the set of it over a palette of shimmering blue waters. They didn't understand the true feelings that Regina possessed nor the pain that had caused them. They were all cheerfully unaware of the fact that she- like everyone else- was a person who could love and be broken… One that would spend hours fighting back tears from words that they had spoken.

Emma- the ever awkward-with-emotional-people girl- appeared to be the only one to see behind that mask. She was the only one that took the time to really read the story that Regina's eyes had told, and the one that had spoken to said she-devil with the utmost politeness that the other students had failed to show. Well, perhaps it wasn't exactly polite, but she had- from what the brunette teacher had told her- been the only one to take the time to see how Regina was really doing. And that had certainly meant a lot to the brunette.

Emma was certainly glad that she had, those months ago, or else she wouldn't have gotten to know the true side of Regina Mills- the warm, kind, loving woman that she was and hid so well.

Maybe one day Emma will be able to show people how wonderful Regina really was and open their eyes. She would ease that mask off and hopefully let the hurt go away.

And in her current situation, she wanted to do just that, though, for different reasons. Regina was holding it in, holding whatever that she was feeling back, and locked it away from Emma's prying eyes.

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Emma could feel a rock settle to the bottom of her stomach as she watched the older woman hesitantly bring her hand up to touch the blonde's left arm. When she had given no reaction, Regina let her olive fingers lightly grace the smooth skin until they came into contact with the "R." She stopped, even when Emma had held back a wince.

"Why would you mar your perfect skin?" Regina whispered, her head lowering to the spot her fingers still hovered over. They were replaced by the brunette's soft, plump lips soon enough, her mouth ghosting over the red lines as if she were willing them to heal with just her breath.

Emma watched, her breath hitching when those lips pressed against her skin, light and tender. It was both painful and pleasurable like many of their rendezvous', but she knew Regina wasn't intentionally hurting her this time and that made it all the more sweet. And the more that she kissed that sore spot, the less it hurt and the more pleasant tingles shot up her arm and throughout her body to ignite the fire in her belly once again.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" The brunette murmured against Emma's arm, her eyes coming into contact with the blonde's.

"No…" The word was a breathless whisper that sent the tense brunette into relaxation.

"Good. I do not wish to harm you any further."

"You… you didn't hurt me in the first place."

"Please, I would like for you to tell my eyes that information." Her grip on the blonde's wrist tightened, bringing it upwards as she straightened out.

She was irritated. Her posture was stone straight and her nostrils flared with heaving breaths. That wasn't a good sign. She rarely ever got angry or irritated with Emma, but when she did, it was the scariest shit that the blonde had ever witnessed. She knew that she had to fix this as soon as possible before she knew exactly why the students called her the Evil Queen.

Besides, she was right. Regina did hurt her, like she had hurt the older woman.

"Okay, maybe that's…. that's not the exact truth. But… I hurt you, too. I don't want… I just want to take it all back."

Emma awkwardly stroked the older woman's arm to the best of her ability, for she was twisting the wrist that Regina still held at an awkward angle that didn't look humanly possible.

"And you think that I don't?" Regina snapped, far more aggressively than either one had anticipated. "I acted like a damned child when we could have save ourselves from this heartbreak."

"Gina…" Emma shook her head and seized the woman's face with her hands. "Stop fretting about that. It's over and I know you know that."

"I… I'm sorry…" Regina's whisky orbs filled to the brim with liquid, though never spilling.

"Don't apologize…"

"I wish I could make up my foolishness to you." She stroke Emma's left arm before removing the teenager's hands from her face.

"I thought you were going to do that?" the blonde smiled cheekily, but the air around them had been far too thick, and it had come off rather awkward. "We made up. Now it's time for all the love that was can give to each other."

"Sex…" The brunette sighed, her gaze faltering.

"I-It doesn't have to be that. We could cuddle, if you wish. Or watch a movie. Or kiss. Or just talk. I don't mind if we just sit in silence, staring at each other, with a cup of coffee." The blonde drew her arms to her sides, eyes helplessly watching the brunette.

"I love you, Emma." Regina whispered, her eyelids fluttering shut as she brought Emma's left arm up to her once again, her hands cupping the blonde's.

"I love you, too, Gina." Emma's lips twitched, pulling upwards until she was bursting into a flow-blown smile. This had caused a smile on Regina's own face- small, but still genuine and sweet as hell that still sent Emma's heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly in her chest.

"And… I want to show you just how much I really do." The teacher continued, her voice far huskier than usual. Her sweet smile turned devious as Emma's arm was brought slower to it, her little, pink tongue sliding out to connect with porcelain flesh.

The fire in Emma's lower belly returned to life with a voracious vengeance for desire, and even more so, turning into a desperate, yearning ache as Regina used that little pink muscle to lave across the four cuts on Emma's arm.

"Gina…" she breathed, slightly wincing in response to her delicious acts.

Regina looked up, albeit, her mouth remained, kissing and licking the wound as if she were a canine caring for its owner. Emma's eyes found themselves caught in her brunette lover's, pupils blown wide with desire, they appeared pure black. Her breath caught in her throat when those eyes bore into her, exposing every ounce of lust that her cells were buzzing with, which had now blown into full-on panic as every fiber of her being tingled with excitement.

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"Come with me to the bed." The older woman whispered, sliding her hand down to lace their fingers together; olive entwined with ivory.

"Okay." The blonde followed the short distance behind Regina to the bed, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other as she hesitated. The brunette turned to face her, arms snaking around Emma's neck. And then she was leaning forward, her lips pressing against the teenager's in a fiery explosion of passion that sent Emma's head spinning and her mind momentarily blanking.

It had taken the blonde a few heartbeats to regain herself, but when she did- her lips sliding sinfully against Regina's plump and frantic mouth- the older woman brought Emma's body flush against her own.

Regina's breath, labored, hit Emma's skin like a hot spring's steam, her hands- wild, frantic, and searching- twisted in golden locks, untangling and re-tangling as they tried to find purchase on Emma's flushed cheeks. The blonde's limbs worked to their own accord, though had far more inappropriate thoughts than Regina's own as one landed on the brunette's posterior end, the other working diligently at the buttons to the teacher's blazer.

It was Regina to be the first to pull away from the kiss, panting for air with a smirk on her face.

"Someone is sure eager." Her voice was all kinds of sexy, sending shivers through Emma's body, and that throbbing ache between her thighs only grew.

It was soft, like silk, but husky enough to send her blazer to the floor, her blouse soon following. Emma now knew what impatience was, and she was sure acting on her own impulse, unable to handle the wait any longer.

"I've been horny all goddamn day for you. I did what I was told. Will you praise me?" Emma purred, fingers teasing the black lace of Regina's brassiere.

"Good." Regina murmured breathlessly as Emma's curious digits didn't relent and slipped underneath the fabric, teasing the brunette's already pert nipple. "That means that you're ready to copulate."

"Mhm…" The blonde cupped the older woman's breast, squeezing it as said woman began to unbutton Emma's jeans. "I'm so wet for you."

Regina made a sound of pleasure, the smile on her face telling Emma that she approved. She moved forward, lips inches from Emma's as her fingers tugged on the belt loops of the teenager's tight jeans.

"I'll make it all the more easier as I fuck you lovingly." Regina blatantly growled, pulling those jeans down her young lover's ass and thighs. Emma obediently kicked them off, though, she stared at Regina with wide, green eyes.

"Fuck me lovingly?"

"Yes, dear. Is it so hard to comprehend that I don't always want to have a quickie? Or rough sex? I would like to take my time with you, to love you like you deserve. So, get out of my brassiere and show yourself to the bed."

Emma swallowed thickly at the demand, her heart thundering in her ears. The woman in front of her stared with searing eyes and a face that held no arguments.

"Want me to take my clothes off?"

"That would be nice, dear." Regina shifted away from the younger woman as she retracted her hand and began to undress. Meanwhile, the brunette turned to face the bed and began to pull the covers back, revealing immaculate, black satin sheets.

The best kind, Emma thought, tossing her shirt to the side before taking her animal print bra off, flinging it across the room with a playful smirk. Regina watched and rolled her eyes upon perching on the edge of the bed.

"What?"

"It's a good thing I like your boobs, you petulant blonde." Regina's smile grew upon eye contact with Emma, her hand somewhere up her skirt to remove the stockings.

"I like your boobs, too." Emma smirked, clambering onto the bed behind Regina to unclasp her bra. "They're pretty and really soft."

"Like a plush toy, are they?" The brunette chuckled, rolling her stockings down as Emma slowly pushed the bra straps off her shoulders; pink mouth attaching to the smooth, tanned flesh.

"Hell yeah. I have a stuffed turtle that reminds me of your tits."

Regina chuckled and stood up, away from Emma's grasp to push her skirt down over her hips. It pooled around her ankles on the floor and she stood there as Emma took in an eyeful. And, oh god, the amount of Regina's bare ass hanging out of those skimpy panties had Emma's mouth watering. Then she turned around, a small smirk on her face when she had noticed where the blonde's eyes were. A soft giggle bubbled from her lips when Emma had tried to appear innocent. The brunette hadn't said a thing as she silently stalked back over to the bed and crawled in on her knees in front of the blonde.

"Boobs…" Emma muttered, eyes somehow had managed to attract to the exposed mounds in front of her face. Quickly, she fixed her eyes on Regina's who had chuckled softly, knowing that whatever her little play-by was, it had saved her from having to admit to staring at the English teacher's ass- who had surely noticed at the time. But, hey, no one speaks, no one tells.

Because, really, it wasn't like it was the first time that she was caught staring- both in the bedroom and out of it. The brunette had taken the liberty to punish the blonde as a mother would her child- bent over the older woman's lap with bare ass exposed for a spanking. It had been terribly arousing for them both, and least to say, the two had done a little more than just spanking when it came to Emma's exposed bottom half.

"Aren't you cute?" Regina smiled, wrapping her arms around the blonde, bringing their bare flesh tightly together.

Emma's breath hitched at the new contact and immediately yearned for more. She pressed closer, if it were possible, and initiated a kiss. Their breasts rubbing together in sweet friction as they moved with their lips, which led to erotic moans echoing throughout the room.

Both groaned against one another's lips, their mouths opening wide until they were on the verge of swallowing each other's face. Regina's tongue, like a wad of cinnamon bubble gum, found its way into Emma's mouth, exploring and tasting every nook and cranny as she had in a familiar inspection. Emma had been quick to greet said tongue, marveling in the sweetness as both caressed each other like old lovers.

The panty-wetting moan that she had given was enough to send the blonde in a frenzy, wanting to hear the same noises come from her brunette lover. She always enjoyed giving Regina pleasure, if not for the single fact of the sounds that she had made when in ecstasy. It was a delicious thing that Emma always found herself craving for more and never ceased to get it.

But it was Regina who had made the first move, lowering Emma's back to the mattress as she slowly crawled on top of her. In their new position, the blonde wrapped her legs around Regina's waist, her lips detaching to pepper light kisses across the darker woman's jawline.

The older woman mewled, her lips slightly parted as Emma continued, proceeding down olive flesh with delicate kisses. Her fingers skidded across Regina's smooth back, which had earned her another delicious moan- shooting straight to the center of her arousal.

God, did she need Regina's touch so badly.

"Touch me…" Emma purred into the brunette's ear, her moist breath sending shivers down Regina's spine, causing her to tremble above the blonde.

"I will," she promised, hand moving from the position beside Emma's hand to skitter anxious fingers down fair skin, tracing every scrumptious curve of her side.

Emma shuddered, anticipation hitting hard as she stare into those dazzling, lustful brown eyes above her. Her breath came in quick gasps when those exploring digits lowered, halting at the waistband of her panties before taking a completely different path up north.

The blonde's muscles twitched underneath Regina's hand, urging for it to go further down into forbidden territory. She groaned, short nails digging into Regina's back.

"Please…" she whimpered, as the brunette only smirked, a teasing gesture- and sinister to say the least.

Regina hadn't replied to her lover's plea, instead she silently slid her hand back down the blonde's abdomen, the anxious muscles in her lower belly burned with excitement, and her hips bucked almost involuntarily for more contact.

"Gina." The name was nothing but a sharp intake of air when the brunette finally had granted her request, fingers slipping underneath the thing fabric of her undergarments to explore the tender flesh that had her grinding against the hand.

"You certainly are drenched, aren't you, dear?" Regina whispered into Emma's ear, a seductive growl that made her tremble.

"Y-yes… I'm so ready for you." Emma choked her words as Regina let her fingers move across the slick flesh, delving between the folds. The blonde brought her hips thrusting upwards, already selfish for more of the erogenous touch.

A sharp cry echoed through the room as Regina found the blonde's swollen clit, her pressure hard and movements in tight, tight circles. Emma felt as if she were on the ride of a lifetime, her hips rocking in an erotic dance to the pace of the brunette's fingers. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to feel Regina touch her. It had been so agonizing to wait, but so good to finally have stimulation.

It was slow-loving- as Regina's arm slowed, moving with each rub that sent starts blinding Emma's vision. She had shifted away from that sore little nub to pay attention to the rest of Emma's slit. Her back arched each time those fingers brushed over the sensitive pearl, and with each touch she arched higher and further into her lover's heaving chest; the brunette had moaned from the sudden contact to her sensitive peaks and moved her body to gain the relieving friction that she needed.

"Regina…" Emma gasped, the name rolling perfectly from her tongue as if it were the only appropriate thing to say during this moment because it was just Regina and her and the love that they were making. No other word mattered, and if she were to utter differently, it would feel as if it were a betrayal. A betrayal to her lover who made it known of the love that she harbored, pouring every ounce into each rub, thrust, and kiss.

"My Emma." Regina's breath was nothing but light puffs against Emma's pale flesh. The older woman's lips were hovering over the teenager's neck, twitching with each buck of Emma's hips against her own.

"Oh, Gina…" Emma squeezed her eyes tight when the brunette closed the distance between lips and skin, the digits pleasuring Emma simultaneously thrummed against the aching bundle of nerves.

Emma could see stars, her entire body feeling as if were about to explode with pleasure from each beat against that very spot that sent her back arching and hips bucking, itching for more contact as she worked on climbing the mountain of ecstasy. Her brain fuzzed over as the teacher began biting and sucking at that spot on her neck, each one sending a shiver down her spine and straight to her core.

"Please…" Emma nearly swallowed her words. "Make me come."

Her cry for release had Regina's fingers working faster, two circling the blonde's clitoris as the other hand quickly tugged at Emma's underwear, ultimately snapping the weak sides apart to plunge two digits of its own into her lover's aching heat, thrusting knuckle-deep.

The brunette grunted, her mind concentrated on giving the pleasure needed to Emma, who was writhing under Regina with moans echoing throughout the room. Her hips ground and rocked at a speed almost inconceivable to the blonde's brain as she focused on climbing that mountain.

And then she was there, her peak hitting hard and fast. Her body slowed its frenzied movements, halting soon after as it shook with pleasurable spasms that sent Emma's brain to a far-off land of pure bliss.

Emma completely blanked as she rode that high, the world around her seemed to slow down, except for the teacher's movements as they continued to pump into her body with delicious reprise, holding out her orgasm as it reached limits that she had never known.

Emma could feel herself landing, coming down hard from the high she wished would never have ended. Her body trembled slightly as she sagged against the bed, Regina's hands pulling away from her pulsing center to give them a good clean with her tongue.

"Fluffy panther kitten…" Emma couldn't help but to mutter. Regina had reminded her of a cat as she licked her hands, as well as that smirk that look like a cat who had caught the canary.

"Pardon?" The brunette paused mid-lick, a brow quirked.

"IT was something I dubbed you a while ago- before we started dating." The blonde blushed, closing her eyes. "And you… reminded me of a cat by licking your hands."

"Well, that certainly does qualify as one of the strangest things that I have heard coming from you." Regina shook her head and proceeded to clean Emma's juices from herself. "And you say quite a few strange things."

"That's because I'm weird." The blonde shrugged, opening her eyes to meet with Regina's. "I love you, Gina."

Regina paused, dropping her arms to her sides. For some reason, the statement had caught her off guard, but the blonde only smiled. Why it had, she didn't know, since they always seemed to say those words at random times, but the soft smile that had melted the entire woman's visage had sent her heart soaring.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." She replied, her tone dripping with honey as a hand found its way to one of the blonde's flushed cheeks.

"I love it when you smile like that." Emma muttered, nuzzling the hand on her cheek. One of her own rested on the back of Regina's and gave it a squeeze. "You look really happy, and when you're happy, you're beautiful- absolutely stunning- though you are regardless. Not saying that you're ugly when-"

"Sh…" Regina smiled, silencing the babbling blonde with a kiss. "I understand what you mean, and thank you."

"Yeah. Of course. I love complimenting you because it's the truth." Emma whispered, pushing a strand of hair away from Regina's face. "And you deserve that."

The brunette's cheeks flared a spectacular red that had Emma giggling, a sweet and lighthearted tune that had Regina wearing a grin.

"And not it's my turn to show you how fondly I think of you, since we're on the subject." The smile on her face remained, but the one on Regina's slightly faltered. It raised to alarm to the blonde, for the older woman's eyes grew darker, her breath suddenly short.

"It only makes sense for what you did…"

"Oh, shut the hell up and kiss me." Regina hissed, diving forward to claim those lips that she had silenced. Emma had no problem kissing her back with great vigor, her fingers tangling in the raven locks that tickled her breasts to an erotic stimulation that only Regina's hair could give her.

Their kiss deepened to a war of tongues, clashing- battling- against one another for dominance. Nails dug painfully into Emma's hips as the brunette's own ground against hers pleasurably, if not painfully.

The blonde grunted, bucking her pelvis up to meet the English teacher's whose thighs soon separated, straddling the young woman's hips.

"Underwear…" Emma gasped, her mouth forming an O as the lace fabric of Regina's panties rubbed against her already aching womanhood.

"Mustn't forget…" Regina shot her a seductive smirk. "Take them off."

"Make me do it all, why don't you." Emma joked, reaching to the older woman's hips in front of her to hook fingers under the scrap of material. She tugged them down as far as they could go in the brunette's position and waited, her eyes never leaving her delicious prize peeking from under black lace. Regina made haste of moving to slip the panties off, quickly returning to her position, this time laying herself on the blonde. Her breath was hot against Emma's face, but her eyes were absolutely seething as they bore into the blonde's own.

Oh, she was totally horny.

Emma smirked and ran her hands down the older woman's back, taunting the flesh with the pads of her fingers. Regina's breath came in short gasps as she awaited those digits' next move. With each breath, the blonde's hands moved lower until they gripped the brunette's hips, her own slowly grinding against Regina's center.

"Emma!" Her gasp was so enticing, Emma could already feel her own arousal stir to life once again. This time, though, there was immediate attention given- even if indirectly- as Regina ground her sweet flesh against the blonde, her face contorted with pleasure.

That woman was a masterpiece, an absolute beautiful sight seeing her lover in pleasure. Emma always lived for these moments. It was the way that Regina bit her lip when she it had become so intense, or the way that her eyes wrinkled when shut, to that small smile on her face as it shaped an O, her breath broken into short gasps and delicious moans that she just couldn't hold back always had Emma marveled. She was always so proud that she could make someone feel like that.

"Fuck! Touch me, Emma, please." Her words were a whisper and that's when Emma knew the extent of her need. A hand slid between their bodies as she searched for the center of Regina's arousal. Her other arm wrapped around the teacher's back as she gained the momentum to flip over by rocking her body; soon succeeding with a wide-eyed brunette underneath her. But the surprise hadn't lasted long as Emma worked her fingers into Regina to bring her to climax. And so she had succeeded when the brunette gave a short cry and held onto her teenage lover with a tight grip, body shuddering with pleasure of her inner walls hugged the blonde's thrusting fingers.

As Regina came down from her ecstatic high, Emma pulled out of her to gather the older woman in her arms, cuddling the limp woman close.

"I-I'm sorry…" Regina whispered against Emma's chest, her grip on Emma's arms unrelenting.

"For what, babe?" Emma frowned, not exactly understanding this out-of-the-blue apology. She dropped her emerald gaze to meet with large, brown ones. She tucked the hair dangling in front of those apologetic eyes behind Regina's ears, her heart sinking at the look.

"I… couldn't stop myself. It felt so good."

"What?" Then it clicked, something in the blonde's brain sparked as she gathered what the older woman had meant. "No… no. Don't apologize about that. It's good to feel good and you shouldn't hold back. Besides, there's another round to have, right? I'm already as fuck."

Regina smiled and nodded slowly, her fingers tracing an invisible line down the blonde's abdomen.

"I'll make sure to hold off longer." Emma smirked at the seductive growl that emanated from her brunette lover's lips. She found herself getting pulled onto Regina, those dark, lustful eyes staring at her.

---

"So, I've been thinking…"

"Since when did you have the time, dear?" Regina smirked up at the blonde who held her, idly drawing circles on her sweat-slick back. They had just finished another round, totaling in four, and were relaxing in their post-coital bliss, stealing kisses and sneaking caresses to one another every so often.

"No. Like, before that." Emma stopped her movements to roll her eyes. "I meant that I still owe you a dance, you know?"

"And you want to do that now?" The brunette quirked a brow. "Are you sure you'd be able to even walk?" Her eyes floated to a few toys left on the bed beside them. Sometime during their lovemaking session, Regina had pulled them out of her drawer and fucked Emma senseless, and quite literally so.

Emma could already feel the soreness that had settled between her thighs. She was going to have fun tomorrow after Regina's pounding. "Want to have a little Winter Formal of own after the finals?"

"I would like that." Regina smiled, pressing a kiss to Emma's cheek before settling back down, her head on the blonde's chest.

"Awesome!" Emma giggled, stroking Regina's hair.

"I can't wait. It'll be fun and I could wear my dress for you. You should wear that dress."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Wanna do it on Thursday or Friday?"

"Graham's in touch, is he not? Do you have plans to spend time with him and your other friends?"

"Right. Hadn't thought of that… How about Thursday? I can go home and get ready, then walk to your place? Graham will understand and, if I can convince Mary Margaret, I can even stay the night. She'd think I'd be staying with my friends."

"You really shouldn't lie to your mother, dear." Regina scolded, but there was a smile on her face as bright as the sun. "But that would be nice. There's always a spot for you on my bed and a place at the breakfast table."

"I'll let you know what she says." Emma sighed contently, letting her body sink into the satin sheets. They sat in silence, their breathing the only thing that seemed to matter to one another. The gentle rise and fall of her lover's chest had lulled Emma into relaxation, bringing her to a world where nothing mattered.

"Gina?" Emma whispered, fingers combing through her raven looks. There was no response, or at least not one that she could hear.

"Regina?" The blonde rose her eyebrows, her hand sliding through Regina's hair to gently shake her shoulder. Her only response was a light snore.

She had fallen asleep.

"Sweet dreams, my queen." Emma whispered, bending down to press a kiss to the top of the snoozing Regina's head.

---

Emma sat in her first period class, anxiously watching the clock as it neared the end of the period. She was absolutely dreading second period and its fast approach. The blonde had been lucky enough that none of the other students in her other classes had found out about her little secret, or at least didn't let on if they had known. Besides, it was only the four assholes in Mr. Spencer's class that were nasty to her, and lucky enough, they weren't in another of her other classes.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She could handle a couple of idiots' remarks about her sexuality. She was sure of it. Although, that would be if they were to say anything to her upon her arrival. For all she knew they could have forgotten or moved on to better things. And, if not, Regina said that she would come to her rescue at some point during the period. Just hopefully she would come before it's too late.

The bell rang for the end of the period and Emma stood as slowly as she could. She was not at all anxious to head to class. How if they talked about her? How if Mr. Spencer, himself, said something? Would he kick her out? Would he do that? Could he do that?

As she neared that damned room, limping like a goddamn monster, her stomach knotted up. She could simply just skip the period. But where would she go? And what about Regina? She'd surely rip her a new asshole like that motherfucking pterodactyl.

When she entered the room, no one appeared to notice. Of course, none of the bullies from yesterday were in here yet. The blonde thanked whatever high deity that was the case and slumped into her desk. Her forest eyes skated across the room, eventually landing on the elderly teacher in his desk.

He seemed to be unbothered by the fact that she was in here, if he even noticed her arrival in the first place. That man really should have never been a teacher. He was quite rude most of the time and the students of the school hated him more than they hated Regina- and that was saying something. And if he wasn't speaking negatively and rudely to the students, he was wearing this irritated face like he wanted to take each and every one of them and burn them at the stake. Emma never once saw him shed a smile.

The blonde sighed and averted her gaze from the math teacher to, once again, look around as more students filed in. The four assholes were with the large crowd that had filtered in, all of them wearing a scowl when they took one look at Emma.

Rolling her eyes, Emma pulled out her notebook and flipped it open to doodle, idly waiting until the bell had finally rang. Everyone was here today, by the looks of it. Even Killian, who had seemed to have mysteriously missed first period. Whatever his reason, she didn't care. She didn't care what he did anymore. He lost her trust by uttering her secret to someone, and she suspected that someone was in this class.

Assholes.

All of them.

"Get your study guides out from yesterday." Mr. Spencer announced, taking his place before the class. Everyone silently did as he said, Emma rolling her eyes. She had completed that damned thing last week when he first handed it out. It was simple multiple choice and he only gave completion points for it.

"We're going to go through a few problems, then you're on your own. It's due tomorrow, so make sure to have it complete when you return tomorrow…"

Emma blocked him out and continued doodling on her notebook paper. She already knew how to do most, if not all, the stuff left. And since everyone had decided to keep quiet and not make a scene like yesterday, Emma was able to space off peacefully.

Until.

"Emma!"

"Yeah?" The blonde looked up at the teacher who was glowering over at her.

"Now is a time for studying. You should put that pencil to good use on your assignment instead of futile drawings." The math teacher gestured to the packed tucked away under her notebooks on the corner of her desk. "Do you even have it completed, or had you been wasting your time in my class with art?"

"Yes, it's done. You can check it, if you want." Emma shrugged, pulling the papers out to hold up.

He didn't bother to look through it, let alone take the few steps near the blonde. "Then come up and do this problem on the board if you're so confident to do other things in my class."

"Fine." Emma sighed, sliding out of the desk to gather the electronic marker that he handed her.

As she did the problem with ease, she heard a few whispered coming from behind her. Normally she would pass it off for senseless chatter that they usually had, but there was a put in her stomach as they continued. She had a feeling that those muttered words were meant for her, although, they might not have been. She knew bullies and what they did, and even if they weren't speaking directly to her, it still hurt.

She shook those whispers away and concentrated on the problem, soon finishing it so she could return to her seat. Behind her, she could hear Mr. Spencer mutter, "Very well."

Trying to hide her sly smirk, the blonde shoved her face in the notebook, ignoring the teacher's droning voice as she proceeded to speak. She would have died from boredom if not for Regina. The brunette had lightly knocked on the door before entering, drawing everyone's attention towards her.

Emma smiled. She was wearing the red, long-sleeved shirt with a V-neck that the blonde had suggested she wear. Last night, before the older woman drove Emma home. She had rifled through her closet for fresh clothes. That's when Emma saw the red shirt and pointed out that she had never seen Regina wear it. It was new, she found out. Emma had urged the brunette to wear it today.

And so she did, with black slacks pulled halfway up her abdomen and her black, boot heels. She looked absolutely stunning, as Emma had thought. Hell, she looked even more gorgeous, and dangerously so. One could only handle so much beauty before keeling over in a coma of lust.

"Can I help you, Ms. Mills?" Mr. Spencer stopped his lesson and walked over to the brunette, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at the sight of the woman's cleavage.

Go on, old man, stare harder 'cause that's all you'll get to do.

"Yes, you may. I am looking for Emma Sw-… Nolan." Regina responded politely. "I need her to come to my class. She'll be gone for the rest of the period, if that's alright?"

"Yes, of course." He grunted, gesturing for the blonde to stand. She had already packed up, her stomach doing flips.

"Thank you." She dipped her head, in which Mr. Spencer smiled shortly before heading to the front of the class.

"Are you ready, dear?" The English teacher asked a nodding Emma.

This almost felt futile, since the students from yesterday hadn't bothered her today- of course, she wasn't exactly complaining. She gets to stare at Regina for the rest of the period.

And the way that the red shirt plunged to show a generous amount of cleavage made it all the better.

But before she could even take two steps towards the woman, one of the girls from yesterday had to open her mouth.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Ms. Mills."

"Pardon?" Ms. Mills blinked. There was an emotion in her eyes that was not foreign, but Emma couldn't quite place it. But she knew where this was going. How dare a student challenge a teacher, Emma didn't know? It would be different if Regina were a student.

"She'd probably take that as some endearment or something and hang all up on you." The girl answered.

"Why on earth would she do that?" Regina furrowed her brows, eyes momentarily moving to the blonde teenager next to her.

"She's a lesbian, you know? It's disgusting. She tried to flirt with me yesterday and I'm sure she puppy-chases every girl in school, especially when they show the least bit of attention to her."

The boy that sat next to Emma nodded, his eyes landing on Regina's cleavage before flicking up to meet brown orbs. "It's true and I bet she fancies you, too. You shouldn't wear something so provocative around someone like her."

"I hardly think so." Regina commented, but the girl had interrupted her with the same bullshit that she had said the day prior about her wanting to do obscene things to her.

"Gina…" Emma whispered, her voice barely audible as she moved to stand slightly behind the brunette who looked positively seething. She was unable to utter a word in the blonde's defense, for every time that she had, she had been cut off by hurtful insults, many of which stung Emma's heart. She could only imagine what those words were doing to Regina. But there was just one comment that pushed the English teacher's last button.

"She's an abomination! All gays are abominations. They aren't humans nor are they natural."

Who the fuck was this chick, the head of the goddamn anti-gay committee?

"Excuse me!" Regina snapped, the sudden raise in her voice forcing the girl to shut up and look at her, as well as the rest of the class.

"Don't you agree?" She asked.

"No. I don't agree with your inadequate excuses." Ms. Mills hissed, her face turning red. Emma swore that woman's head would fucking explode. "I had known Emma was gay for quite some time now and that does not change what my initial thoughts of her were the day we met.

"She is just like each and every one of you. I have not once seen nor heard her act the way that you have described. This young lady is smart and diligent, like many of my students. It is not my fault that you cannot see that!

"Homosexuality is certainly not a sin. It is a part of our everyday lives and does not change a thing except for a person's gender preference. It is only natural to be attracted to somebody whether it be a male or a female. It is unfair to bully another human being for their sexuality as it is for their skin color. When it all boils down, we are one and the same; we're human."

Emma gawked, having the sudden urge to applaud her girlfriend. She was sure that just about every student shat themselves, especially the girl that used to sit beside the blonde- the one who had initiated it all.

"And, Mr. Spencer," Regina turned toward her colleague, brows raised in perfect arches. "I do assume that you will take care of this young lady and her friend for counts of bullying and classroom disturbance? You seem to let them say what they wish without attempting to step in. Really, now, do you wish for me to speak with Mr. Gold about your behavior?"

"No… I'd rather you not. I'll write them up…" The math teacher grumbled, making haste towards his desk to gather the office referral slips.

"Right. Come on, Emma. I need to get back to the classroom." The brunette opened the door, Emma jumping from her spot to quickly follow.

As soon as they were out of the classroom, Emma grinned and playfully bumped into the teacher. "That was awesome. What you said. You really put that bitch in her place."

"It's all true." Regina simply shrugged, heels clicking on the floor as they moved swiftly down the hallway, soon turning into the English hallway. "I'm tired of people insulting us, Emma. I wish they could see it as I do… As many people do, gay or not. But, I suppose we cannot change the world in one day. There will always be bigots out there and there's really no way to change their views, so we must let them be."

"I know, Gina. I just wish everyone would see the big picture, but you're right." Emma sighed, stopping just outside her classroom. She looked up at the brunette, a smile on her face. "But I really appreciate what you said… you know, standing up for me and all."

"Of course, dear. I love you. Why wouldn't I?" The brunette had donned a sweet, melt-y smile on her face, her hand raising to cup Emma's cheek but had stopped short and dropped to her side.
"I love you, too."

"Good. Now, let's get into class. I'm sure that the students have lynched my room by now." Regina quickly opened the door, allowing Emma in first as she soon followed. "You may sit in my chair."

"Thanks…" Emma blinked at the size of the class. It was quite large, where every desk was filled with a few sitting at a large table. The blonde meekly made her way to the back of the class and dropped into Ms. Mills' rolling chair. It felt so much more comfortable than those hard desk chairs.

"I do apologize for the interruption." The brunette offered the class, standing in front of her podium. "But it is time to get back on track. Where were we?"

As Regina stood in the front of the room, helping the students study for the final exams, Emma played with the several objects on her desk, a smirk on her face each time that the brunette stopped to give her a disapproving stare. The blonde gave her a sly look as she picked up the older woman's paper cup of coffee and sniffed it; cinnamon coffee. Quickly, as no one was looking, Emma swiveled the chair around and took a swig, letting the warm liquid seep down her throat and tranquilize her body. With a happy sigh, she took another drink that Regina would surely catch her ass for later and set the cup back down.

The English teacher was staring at her, eyes narrowed.

She knew.

Emma burst into a fit of giggles, distracting the class to look at her.

"Sorry."

"Is something funny, Emma?"

"No…" The blonde put on her best poker face and sat back against the chair. "I just thought of something. But, please, continue teaching. Don't let me bother you."

"Anyways, as I was saying…" Regina addressed the class, continuing with the review as Emma sat back and played with her phone, waiting for the bell to ring.

---

"You drank my coffee, Emma." Regina stated at the end of fourth period as the blonde headed over to her, dragging her chair behind her. "You drank. My. Coffee."

"Not all of it." Emma sat down, eyeing the brunette. "Only a few sips."

"Enough sips to drain most of what was left. I need that. It helps keep me awake."

"I'll buy you some later." She shrugged, nibbling on her lower lip.

"It's alright, dear." The brunette chuckled. "I was only joking. It is fine. I can make plenty of coffee at home."

"Sometimes you're a bitch, but I love you regardless." Emma beamed, wrapping her arms tightly around the brunette teacher. This had caught her by surprise, causing her to gasp and jerk, arms trapped under Emma's.

"Well, I am certainly glad to hear that." Regina eventually wiggled out of Emma's grip, a smile on her face as she played with a pen on her desk. She watched the blonde as she had seemed to space out, emerald eyes focused on the pen caught between olive fingers. The brunette stopped, set the item down, and rolled forward.

"What's on your mind, dear?"

"I don't have you for class tomorrow." Emma muttered solemnly. She normally didn't hate the testing schedule of the school, but since she had met Regina, she had suddenly detested it. She knew the periods were broken up, one though three were on Wednesday as the remaining three classes were on Thursday. With this being, the blonde wouldn't be able to see Regina at all tomorrow, unless she were to stop by after the testing was done.

The finals were just a big pain in the ass.

"That's true." Regina sighed, reaching out to take her partner's hand. "But, think of it this way, you get out early. And around lunchtime, when I may or may not be in here."

"You want me to join you for lunch?"

"I wouldn't be opposed. After all, I will be grading the semester exams and that gets rather tedious after a while." Regina gave Emma's hand a squeeze before turning to her desk, staring with incredulous eyes at the papers strewn across it. "I already have so much to get in before next week. I'm falling behind."

"Why?" The blonde let her eyes fall to the papers as well, eyes widening. She hadn't exactly realized how many papers were there in the first place. Most were in neat stacks, probably sorted by class period and the type of assignment, while others were just placed here and there, making absolutely no sense in organization. Emma didn't envy Regina at all. She had a lot of work to do before the final grades needed to be posted.

"Distraction," she simply replied, grabbing the strewn papers to stack together, making a new pile next to the others. "But if I work without breaking often, I will be able to get them graded and posted."

"I'm the one distracting you, aren't I?" Emma frowned. She had occupied much of Regina's time over the past couple of weeks and she knew it. The blonde was at the older woman's house nearly every day of the week and never got home until late.

"It's not all your fault, dear. Most of the blame lands on me. I'm usually swimming in paperwork around this time. I hand out so many assignments and barely have the time to grade them all when I get them back." Regina plucked her glasses off her face and folded them to set on top of a stack of ungraded writing assignments. "That is why I normally do not have graded study guides at the end of the semester."

"Oh." The blonde nodded, eyes roving once last time over the mountain of papers before landing on the woman in front of her. "I wish I could help you."

"I wish that, too. But it's my responsibility. Don't worry about it. This is what I get paid to do."

"Alright…" Emma frowned, plucking at a piece of string on her pants. "Do you want me to just go home tonight, then? If you need to get your work done, I don't want to bother you."

"You don't have to do that, Emma dear. I quite enjoy your company." The brunette sighed. "But I don't want to bore you."

"I can put on a movie or something." The blonde shrugged. She did that often, as well, when she went over to Regina's house. They didn't always end up sleeping together. A lot of the time it was just the two of them relaxing on the couch with a few snacks and a good movie as Regina graded assignments. Emma did have to admit, though, most times she seduced the brunette enough and they ended up in the bedroom, if they could even make it up there.

"If you promise not to distract me with those lips." Regina smiled, leaning forward to give the blonde a quick peck. "As much as I admit to loving it, I cannot afford to get off track. I must get these graded before the end of the week."

"I promise that I won't try anything. I know that it's important."

"Thank you, my love." Regina smiled, wrapping her arms around Emma in a sweet embrace. She held on, her face buried in blonde curls. "I enjoy it when you come over."

"And I do, too." Emma muttered against the brunette's skin. "By the way, you look gorgeous in that shirt."

"Oh… Thank you, dear."

"I made a good choice, yeah?"

"Indeed you have." Regina chuckled softly and pulled away, looking down at the red material. "Everyone else seems to think so, as well."

"Really?" The blonde narrowed her eyes.

"Yes. Every male that I had ran into today had been staring at my cleavage."

"Who are they? I'm gonna kill 'em…"

"Don't fret about that, dear. It's alright." The English teacher smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind her lover's ear. "They can look, but they cannot touch. The touching is your part."

"Damn straight! If I wanna grope you, I can!" Then Emma's hand was on the brunette's breast before either one of them knew it.

And then someone walked through the door.

Regina's breast should have been on fire as fast as Emma had pulled her hand away from it, bringing it to herself as wide, emerald eyes were focused on the intruder. The brunette teacher's head whipped so fast to the newcomer, she could have gotten whiplash.

"Killian!" Ms. Mills gasped, her lips parted as she stared at the bewildered face by the doorway.

Emma shrunk in her seat, staring at the teenage boy with glaring eyes. What the hell was he even doing in here, anyways? Surely he didn't know the blonde dined with Regina for lunch, did he? There was no possible way. She never mentioned it and her friends would have told her if they said anything to him.

Then she remembered, at the beginning of the year. Killian had said something about having a Creative Writing class as well, though it hadn't been the same period as Emma's. He had Ms. Mills? How come neither one of them mentioned it? Or had they and she just spaced out like she normally did?

"I-I can come back…"

"It's fine, dear. What can I do for you?"

"I had a question on the study guide. But, really, I can come back after school." He shook his head, blue eyes darting between Emma and Regina.

"You're not going anywhere!" Emma stood up and stormed over to him, her face scrunched in rage as she neared the boy.

"I-I won't say anything!" Killian rose his arms in defense, looking over at Regina who had warned Emma not to do anything.

But the blonde didn't seem to care, instead, she grabbed the brunet by the lapels of his jacket and hissed. "Who did you tell? Why did you tell them?"

"Tell who what?!" He tried to step back, but Emma jerked him forward.

"That I was gay! I told you not to tell anyone!" She wanted so badly to punch him right there and now, but Regina was now standing behind her, muttering in her ear about how it was a bad idea. Emma wouldn't have done it, anyways. She knew that she would get into trouble. Besides, she didn't want to look bad in front of the brunette.

"I fucking sat there and got bullied yesterday! All thanks to you!"

"I didn't tell anyone!" He pleaded, his voice raised a couple octaves.

"And why the fuck should I believe you?"

"I don't break my promises." Killian stared at her, gazing into her eyes. "Didn't you say you had a superpower or whatever to tell if someone was lying? Look at me! I'm telling the truth!"

Emma narrowed her eyes, quick to deny what he was saying to her. But when she met his gaze, there was nothing but pure honesty in them as he spoke. He really was telling the truth. But…

"How the hell did they find out?"

"The jackass that sat next to you said he overheard us at the dance. I was going to tell you, but you left…" He looked down, Emma's grip loosening on his jacket. "I'm sorry that it got out… I tried to convince him to not say anything, but he wouldn't listen."

"Fucking asshole. I ought to bash his fucking skull in."

"Emma…" Regina's voice spoke from behind the blonde, an olive hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry…" The blonde muttered and looked up at Killian. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you and all that jazz. I really thought that you had betrayed me…"

"I wouldn't. You're a good friend." He offered her a cheesy smile and Emma could feel Regina's grip tighten on her shoulder. "But… uh… Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"What's… What was that that I saw?" Killian's voice was tentative as he spoke, his sapphire eyes looking between the two women in front of him. "I mean, clearly you were groping our teacher…"

"Uh…" Emma looked to the brunette who was now sighed, her eyes closed. She didn't know what Regina wanted her to say about what Killian had seen. Should they tell him that they were dating? She could trust Killian after all… He knew that she would bash his face in if he ever told anyone.

"I'm gay." Regina suddenly said, brown eyes connecting with blue.

"Uh…" Killian blinked, surprised by the news, but also confused that she would say that since it really had nothing to do with why Emma was groping her breast.

"And… we're dating. But you cannot tell anyone. Do you understand?" The brunette added, squeezing Emma's shoulder again.

"You… are?"

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" Emma narrowed her eyes, but he shook his head.

"May I ask how long?"

"Only for a few weeks." Regina answered him this time, a soft smile on her face.

"That's why I was going to pretty much ditch you at the dance." Emma grinned, leaning slightly back against her girlfriend. "But you kissed me."

"Yeah… sorry about that."

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me, asshole. You should be apologizing to Gina. She saw it." The blonde hissed, crossing her arms.

"Is that what you meant by saying that I successfully hurt two people?"

"You said that?" Regina whispered, a frown on her face.

"Yeah. I was pissed." Emma turned her gaze towards the older woman and kissed her cheek before looking at Killian. "And, yeah, that's what I meant. Everything's better, but don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mills. I… it was all my fault that I kissed her. She told me not to do anything, but I can be an idiot sometimes. I guess I forgot." He shrugged, looking at the brunette.

"It's alright." Regina whispered, letting go of her blonde lover's shoulder. "You said that you had a question?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to interrupt your lunch."

"No, it's perfectly fine, dear. If that's alright with you, Emma?"

"Yeah. I gotta get our lunch ready, anyways." Emma shrugged, her heart sinking as she moved back to her seat and grabbed her bag off the floor. The other two moved towards the desk as well as Emma watched subtly, digging out the contents of their lunch.

She hated it when there were others around Regina. It was a natural reaction, she assumed, and she wanted the brunette all to herself. She wanted to be as selfish as goddamn possible. Regina was hers, goddammit. But she was also her own person and a teacher, who had to give her attention to her students. But that didn't mean that Emma hated it nonetheless, especially when they were occupying the brunette's time away from her.

Emma huffed and set the sandwiches she made for lunch aside, her eyes never leaving Regina as she helped Killian with the study guide. She wouldn't have the brunette for class tomorrow since it was the start of the semester tests. It sucked, even though she would be spending tonight with her and lunch tomorrow with her, but that was beside the point. She was sure that Killian had her for class tomorrow.

Holy shit, Emma, since when do you get so jealous over a boy?

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Thursday seemed to have reared up on Emma quicker than she had anticipated, because here she was sitting in Ms. Mills' classroom, a pencil in hand and a test packet in front of her face. She wasn't at all complaining, though. That meant that she'd have two weeks of no school and plenty of time to spend with Regina, if she wouldn't be too busy with paperwork, and get time as well to spend with her friends before Graham headed back to Boston.

Though, the downside of being in Regina's class right now was that it was the first test of the day, which meant that she still had two more to take (totally in about three more hours before she could come back). There was also another: she had to piss like a goddamn racehorse. And there was still another hour of testing left. Regina wasn't allowed to let anyone leave the class, especially if they weren't done with the test.

Fuck.

This was going to be absolutely agonizing.

Just take your mind off of it, Swan.

The blonde repeated those words in her head several times, eyes focused on the words in front of her. She still had quite a bit of the test to complete, so that should be able to occupy her mind long enough. After all, it had worked yesterday during her tests. She had been done with all three and in Regina's room for lunch before she knew it.

Speaking of yesterday, Emma had found that Regina's little blow-out had the girl, Anita was her name, at a complete silence during the second period testing. She never once spoke a word about Emma, let alone give her a single glance. It was in that moment did the blonde want the ability to read minds, because it sure as hell would have been amusing to know what she was thinking. Hopefully Regina's words had gotten through to her and the other three idiots.

Emma told Regina about her math class later that day during their lunch. The brunette had not been at all surprised about it, and had laughed even. "That'll show them," she had said, referring to the way that Emma had described the four, their gazes always faltering before they ever reached the blonde, and the way that they had remained quiet- not even to talk with their friends- the entire period.

Even Mr. Spencer had seemed put off. He was mysteriously quiet- even more so than he originally was- and looked at Emma as if he were seeing her in a new light. It was definitely enough to put the blonde off, herself, but it was worth the laugh later because apparently he wasn't only acting strange inside the class, but outside as well.

Regina had ran into him earlier that day, just outside the school in the faculty parking lot. He had seemed a little kiss-ass to her, or so she had explained, apologizing in an unusual manner as he reached for the door the same time she had. Normally Mr. Spencer wasn't one to apologize, nor to hold the doors for people, but he had for Ms. Mills that morning, flashing a rare smile. Regina chuckled at the memory when she had reiterated them, because she knew he wasn't like this. She had come up with the theory that he was being so nice to her as to not tell Mr. Gold about what had happened yesterday. The brunette didn't have any intention on doing it in the first place, but apparently it had amused her enough not to say anything.

She shook her head to keep from laughing again at just the thought of Mr. Spencer using those muscles on his face to smile. It really wasn't all that funny, but Emma just couldn't help it. It had brought her back to yesterday's lunch with Regina, who had managed to snort after laughing too hard- which had ended in the both of them doubled over and gasping for air.

Pushing away her urge to burst into laughter, Emma focused her attention on completing the damned test. It hadn't really taken too much time, for she knew most of the answers from the night prior when Regina had helped her study. So, before she knew it, she was finished with the test, a half hour to spare.

The blonde leaned over in her seat and attempted to gain her teacher's attention by tapping her with the test. Regina's head snapped up, brows raised as she noticed what Emma had been doing. Emma gave her a cheesy smile and muttered, "done."

Regina only shook her head and took the test, setting it off to the side as she went back to grading the paper in front of her. The blonde sighed softly, changing to the correct position with eyes on the clock. She still had half an hour and nothing to do. Emma had forgotten to bring a new book to pass the time, and had, unfortunately, finished the one that was in her bag.

Her phone suddenly lit up, brought to life by a new message. The device had been sitting on the corner of her desk, for Ms. Mills had instructed that was where they should set their cellphones during the test. They were allowed to use them, but after they handed their exams in, which was a rather lenient thing to do since most teachers didn't allow their students to use their cellphones at all during semester tests.

Emma took the opportunity to check the message, wondering who it might be. Ruby and Graham were the only ones she could think of, since neither of them were in school and were probably bored out of their mind. But, then again, they were them, and they loved to sleep in late. It couldn't be Belle, either, since she was probably taking a test in whatever class she had. Her parents wouldn't message her during a school day. So that left…

A line of smiley faces was the sender.

Regina.

What the hell did she want? She was less than ten feet away from her. Emma opened the message.

Hi.

Emma furrowed her brows and lifted her gaze to the brunette who was now smiling at her, her own cellular device in hand. That woman.

I have to pee.

The blonde sent back, a smirk on her face.

I am terribly sorry for you loss, dear. But I cannot allow you to use the restroom.

I know. But I have to piddle so bad I can fucking taste it. So I'm going to complain to you about it to distract myself.

But wouldn't that make you have to urinate even more?

Let's talk about something else, then. Get my mind off it.

You look lovely today, Emma.

Lovely?

Yes. Whatever is that on your lips?

It's called lip gloss. My lips were a bit chapped this morning.

Oh… Well, it certainly makes me want to kiss you.

Does it? How, exactly?

Yes. I want to nibble on them… Clean them of that obnoxious color.

Hey! It's not an obnoxious color!

Honey, it looks like you stuck your face in a vat of fruit punch Kool-Aid.

Rude!

Emma glared over at Regina who momentarily looked up with a devious smirk.

Let me lick it off.

You can't… At least not right now.

I want to lick you.

Then go ahead, babe. Do it.

I can imagine you right now. On my desk, sitting in front of me.

Oh… God.

And I will be kneeling in front of you.

My pants are gone.

Yes…

And so are my panties.

Her reply was delayed this time. It had only been taking them mere seconds to reply, and just that amount of time for Emma to get hot and bothered by what was happened. The two of them often did this when apart, and most times the blonde found herself struggling to release the sudden tension that built up. Unfortunately, Regina usually messaged her during school when neither one had anything to do. That was a thing to experience, being in class left breathless at naughty texts from her girlfriend.

And speaking of which, she hadn't replied back yet. Emma looked up to see a small group of students by the teacher's desk, handing their tests to the brunette who ended up stacking them on top of Emma's.

After they had cleared out, did Regina pick her phone back up, which had Emma expectantly gazing at her own.

Yes… And what else?

Your jacket is on the floor somewhere.

What are you doing?

My legs are open for you. Waiting for you.

God… you are so wet.

Yes. And I need you. Taste me.

Be patient, my love.

I can't wait any longer. What are you doing?

I'm slowly moving closer to your center, kissing the inside of your thighs.

Oh… You're almost there…

I pull back and smirk at you.

Hey! Not fair!

My hands grip your hips and jerk you forward, closer to my awaiting mouth…

Yes…

I open my mouth…

Yes…

My head nears your center…

Oh, god…

My tongue is now sliding out to taste you…

Eat me…

I dive forward…

Yes…

And lick your slick pussy.

Oh, god! Yes!

Emma suppressed a moan, her thighs pressing together. Regina was a dirty, dirty woman, especially when it came to naughty messages. And the excitement building in Emma wasn't sated by the fact they were in class. Everyone remained oblivious to what they were doing and it had made it all the more thrilling.

She looked up, smiling when she saw the brunette's flustered face. Her cheeks were heated pink and the blonde could see a small line of sweat on her hairline. Oh, god, was that hot?

You taste heavenly…

The message was sudden after another long pause, but Emma didn't mind as she got to typing quickly. They didn't have much time left, since class would be getting out rather shortly.

Fuck me.

I smirk against you, my tongue exploring south.

Oh, please! Gina!

I reverse my movements, looking into your brilliant green eyes.

You're going to kill me!

I smirk again and wiggle my tongue between your folds, finding your sensitive bud.

Shit! More! Do it again!

I abide to your request and run my tongue over you clitoris again.

God, Gina, you tease!

Oh, you love it, dear.

But we don't have enough time.

If you know me, we do…

Do it, Gina! Make me come.

I will make you come in seven different languages, my love.

Your voice alone could make me in eight.

I chuckle and aim for my goal, thrumming my tongue against that swollen bud.

Oh, god… I can already feel it…

And I am ever relentless and ambitious, thrusting two fingers into you.

Yes! You got that right… Ohhh, fuck!

Emma chewed on her lower lip. Her palms were sweaty, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. Why did Regina have to tease her like this? She could take that damn woman right here and right now if it were legal because there was no way that she would be able to survive the next period with the newly formed heartbeat between her thighs.

Especially now, since that damned bell had rang, leaving Emma hanging without the next reply since Regina had been busied with a few more students and their tests. Damn slow test-takers, taking up all of the brunette's time. She should have told everyone to put their tests in a pile on her desk or something, because they only prolonged her replies.

What bitches.

Now Emma was left hot, bothered, and without a conclusion to their sexy messages. The blonde pouted and stood from her spot as everyone filed out of the room. She stayed behind and looked down at the brunette who had been neatly shuffling the tests in a pile to set off to the side.

"Yes, dear?" Regina's husky voice inquired, whisky eyes lifting to meet with emerald. They were dark. She was fucking horny. That made it all the better.

"Thank you for making me aroused." Emma clucked, crossing her arms.

"You're welcome." The brunette smirked deliciously. "But, least to say, that leaves two of us sexually aroused. Perhaps, during lunch, we can take care of that?"

"You owe me big time, babe." The blonde glared at her brunette lover, then at the older woman's desk, landing on the paper cup of coffee that she had with her every morning.

"Don't you dare..." Regina followed her gaze.

"Mine!" Emma quickly snatched the coffee up and took off out of the room, laughing like a goddamn maniac as she made her way down the hall. It was about half full, but she didn't care. She wouldn't even have cared if it were empty so long as she could make an exit like that.

Besides, Regina had left her hanging and didn't deserve that coffee.

Or Emma just wanted to act childish.

Either way, she left her statement on the bewildered English teacher. She was good and satisfied- and she had a half full cup of coffee to enjoy during her Government test.