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

27. As We Go On

Emma wore a soft rose on her pale cheeks as she stood there, being observed like a bride in her wedding gown by her two exuberant foster parents who each wore the proudest smiles that they could bear.

Meanwhile, the blonde felt as if she could sink under a rock and never return. She was never one for attention, unlike most girls her age, but she knew her desire to remain hidden would only be ignored as she walked down that aisle.

And she would have to do it proudly as to not disappoint everyone there to see her graduate… And every other person that would be there, which would be a frightening amount of people.

But Emma tried to swallow the bile rising in her throat and think of something to pep talk herself into a more relaxed mood. She needed to ease the worries raging to break through the stone barrier she built earlier that day.

Even as David and Mary Margaret hauled Emma from the apartment and into her foster father's truck, she lost herself in her mind.

She was Emma Swan. She's a foster child, tossed from house to house, family to family. She had been broken into a thousand pieces by hard words given to her throughout her young life.

The other children, bullies in spite of their own insecurities, tearing her down to the support beams, removing every last bolt and crew until she collapsed.

Their words still stung her heart, piercing an emotion deep, yet so easily concealed within the eighteen-year-old.

They told her that no one wanted her.

They told her that no one would ever love her.

They insulted her, called her cruel names that shouldn't have hurt but they did anyways.

They broke her in a way a glass vase would when it made impact with a hardwood floor.

She told herself that what they had said was true. She didn't believe it at first. She never believed it.

Until she made herself believe it.

Then she was taken in by the Nolans with loving smiles and welcoming arms.

And that was when all of the tormenting demons that had once haunted her mind vanished because David and Mary Margaret did want her.

They wanted her as their own child and treated her as such.

They loved her unconditionally, as any parent should and as any child should deserve.

They called her sweet pet names and made her feel as if she belonged instead of misplaced.

They helped pick up the broken pieces and put them back together.

And Regina… She came into Emma's life as an added bonus that made her feel wanted, loved, beautiful, and whole.

And her wonderful, yet sometimes irksome, friends are more than anything that she could have ever hoped for. They had accepted her for who she was and treated her with such kindness that the blonde hardly believed they were legitimate in their endeavors.

With those three factors: The Nolans, Regina, and her friends, Emma was on a cloud. She would give more than anything to shove that in the faces of the ones that had put her down.

Emma Swan was no longer a broken girl, she was a while woman.

And she was graduating unlike those few foster parents that thought of her as nothing more than a bratty child that had said she would never make it out of school without failing. They did nothing but discourage her throughout her short time with them, treating her just as the other children had. They gave unfiltered promises that she was a no good kid, worth nothing more than the soil that they walk on- sometimes if even that.

And as a child, a young girl with a still-developing mind, was influenced by their words. After all, they were the authoritative figure- the adults that were supposed to know better. In Emma's young mind she knew that it was wrong for them to say such things to her, to antagonize her inner feelings like the horrible bullies her own age had. She saw other children's parents, their real parents, be kind and gentle with them. Not like the rough way that she was treated like she was nothing more than an uncared for toy.

But now she was no longer with the abusive ones in her life, instead, she was surrounded by the loving ones. They were proud of her for making it this far and had encouraged her of it. Hell, they had even encouraged her to shoot beyond her high school graduation goals and apply for college, more than certain enough that she would get accepted.

And she did, no less than the expectations that they anticipated.

That was why she smiled up on that stage in the traditional graduation garb with her hand readily approaching the diploma getting passed to her by the proud Mr. Hopper.

Emma was taking that little document in spite of the demons in her past that tried so terribly hard to rip holes into the fabric of reality that was laid out before her.

They attempted to rob her blond of her elation, but she beat them down because, along with taking this document for them, she was taking it for the current angels that had touched her existence. They lit her life up with an ethereal ball that banished those demons to the past and gave her the light that had guided her down the current path in which she led.

And damned she be if this path weren't glorious.

The blonde beamed for that camera, the crazy upturn of her lips unable to be stopped. Even Mr. gold had a foreign grin on his alligator face when she approached him, hand extended in congratulation. She took it blindly, shaking the tight grasp with a snap of the picture and moved down the line.

Emma didn't care that the world's eyes were upon her as she walked down the aisle. She was happy. She accomplished something. A big something and there was not a thing that could take it away from her.

"Congratulations, dear." Emma heard a voice sound from beside her, forcing her to nearly stumble over her own feet as she attempted to catch where it had come from.

Regina.

She caught a glimpse of the older woman's smile before being forced to continue down the designated back, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end and her entire body flowing with warmth.

If there ever was a way to calm her frazzled nerves, it would be the smile on that brunette woman's face. It always seemed to be the quickest remedy in any situation. Emma would be able to face the world given Regina would be next to her.

Bring on the apocalypse.

Give her a gun and her girlfriend and she was ready.

Emma saw that same smile when the ceremony was over, her cap lost amongst the hundreds strewn about on the ground.

Regina stood with the group of teachers, standing and clapping for the seniors that they had spent four years (or less in her case) teaching. Proud and tall they were with moisture in their eyes and grins as bright as the sun.

The blonde still grinned even though her head pounded from a mixture of the sudden arousal in the crowd's volume, turning into a deafening roar and the tight cap that she was forced to wear for five hours. The freshly graduated students cheered for their victory of conquering high school, almost loud enough to cancel out the announcement for them to exit the building as a class.

And they did, all in a clustered group as they fought through the exit. Emma pursed her lips at the rowdy teenagers in front of her, trying to squeeze through the exit with no luck.

"There you are!" belle exclaimed with a smile that had once matched her blonde friend's, bright and excited. "I couldn't find you for the longest time."

Emma's grin returned as she slung an arm around the small brunette just in case they would get separated. "I know. Too many people in there. It doesn't help that they act like freaking animals!" She shot an accusing glare at a particularly loud group of boys cheering for the class of graduates, which had others around them join in.

"Tell me about it." Belle mumbled. Emma would have missed what she had said if she were not so close. That was the thing about crowds such as this and that was the reason why she quite despised going to school events.

Luckily, her last on would be tonight unless she were to go to anything that happened at college. Which would be unlikely, of course, unless Graham were to drag her to something.

The blonde scowled to herself at the though. Honestly, she would be happy locked away in an apartment with Regina and internet, but she supposed that she couldn't live her life as a hermit.

With a sigh on that note, Emma finally made her way outside and into the dim light of the evening, the crowd seemed to have doubled, nearly tripled. She groaned.

Why did they have to run into this?

Friends and family of all the students were here and eager to greet. What the hell? Now it was going to be doubly hard to search for her foster parents and Ruby.

"Oh my goodness. What is this?" Belle's eyes widened, the light irises standing out perfectly in the evening glow. "There are so many people… I'll never find my dad or Ruby…"

"I'm sure we will." Emma attempted to reassure, though her hope was waning quickly the more they delved into the sea of bodies with not one face looking familiar. "Oh, we're totally screwed."

"At least we have each other?" The brunette muttered monotonously, sticking as close as she could to the blonde as to not get lost. Emma was doing something similar, wide forest eyes on the groups of people still pouring out of the arena. This was a time in the young woman's life that she wished she did have her cellphone and that it wasn't quite literally forbidden during the ceremony (though she knew that policy wasn't strictly enforced after seeing several other of the graduates with their phones out during rehearsal) and regretted not taking it with her just in case. Now there was no way in hell she would be able to message her parents to see where they were at.

And now she was lost forever.

"There's Ruby!" Belle squealed from beside her blonde friend and squeezed her arm so tight, Emma swore it would have been severed.

"Girl, keep it down. You're driving the dogs crazy."

But her quip remained unheard as Ruby had seemed to magically find her way to the two of them, a wolfish grin on her face.

"Now you're one of me!" The lanky brunette squealed just as her girlfriend had moments before, engulfing the two of them in her arms. "We are officially adults and no one can tell us what the hell to do! Well… there is your future boss and, I guess, professors from the college… and your parents or Granny on occasion… But you're an adult and no more kid stuff!"

"I think we get it, Rubes." Emma chuckled jovially, shaking her head when the waitress released her. "But we still can't legally drink until we're twenty-one, so I'm not sure if we're complete adults."

Ruby narrowed her eyes at the blonde and shoved her shoulder. "Girl, there really is a special place in hell for you. Right next to the devil himself."

"Now, RuRu, be nice to Ems." Belle chastised, her nose wrinkling angrily, though it looked more as if she had an itch on it instead. "She's a woman now."

"Oh, I bet she is." Ruby smirked, forcing emerald eyes to widen incredulously.

And then the blonde snorted as what Belle had said came to her. "You bet I am, RuRu."

"Shut up!" That had the taller brunette quiet, her cheeks turning the same color as her name had stated, a deep, ruby red. She quickly turned to the smaller brunette, giving her a look that of an irritated lover. "I told you not to call me that."

"But you know you like it, Ruby." Belle gave her an innocent smile, her sweet accent adding onto the adorableness in her aura.

Emma merely giggled because, yeah, they had to love each other that much. Those two reminded her of Regina and herself when they bantered playfully over the smallest of things.

"Not when you say it in front of people."

"What's so bad about it?"

"Just… no."

"Come on, Ruby!"

"Belle, please."

Emma watched between the two as they continued to bicker back and forth, the blonde long separated from her brunette friend. They were definitely meant for each other. Hopefully they would stay together for a while.

"You two are cute as hell." The freshly graduated blonde student smirked, forcing the two of them to cease their banter. "I don't know how anyone can think that you aren't dating."

"Shut up." They muttered in union, both turning crimson with mortification.

"You are. Just saying. Keep like that." Emma smiled, her heart shriveling in her chest as she stared at her two best friends, both shooting her embarrassed grins. She was going to miss Ruby and Belle when she left to Boston. Now that they had graduated, they would no longer have all the free time to spend together after school or on the weekends. They wouldn't joke around in class anymore and get in trouble by the annoyed teachers, nor would they be able to stop by Granny's to grab lunch.

Granny's.

They wouldn't be able to sit and annoy Ruby while she worked and stuffed their faces with the delicious food cooked by their older friend's grandmother as they gossiped about everything that happened that day.

Emma would miss that the most. She always loved spending time with her friends- something she never really had when she was growing up. But now that would be something left behind as she left to the bigger city. Of course, she was able to return to Storybrooke to visit her friends from time to time and the addition of the Bug Mary Margaret and David were going to give her would help with that.

Though she was sure Regina wouldn't mind taking her back up every so often. Emma would want her with no matter what.

A lot of changes were going to be made from now on and it seemed terribly frightening.

Emma was an adult now. She was eighteen, the age she longed for, and graduated from high school. Her life has started. She was moving away from what she knew- or what she had come to know so well.

The blonde had never suspected she would feel this way when she reached her dream age. She never thought that she would miss the place she would be leaving. Of course, that was when she was far younger and in the terrible situations of her foster homes with anguished dreams and impatient hope. But now she couldn't bear the thought of leaving this sleepy little town behind, even though she had to.

It was as much of a surprise to her than anything that had happened so far.

She committed to more things than just one.

It both made her heart swell and shrivel.

Joy and pain all wrapped up into one.

The blonde frowned to herself as those thoughts ate her up. This night was supposed to be fun and special, happy and celebratory, not a pity party for herself because she was grown up.

"Are you alright, Emma?" Belle asked, breaking Emma from her mind as she popped her eyes up to meet with her friend.

"Yeah, just thinking." She shrugged nonchalantly, but it was more chalant than not for her friends.

"What about?" Ruby quickly asked, brow quirked.

"Leaving Storybrooke." Emma answered, which surprised all three of them because she usually danced around the question to avoid it. She never came up with a straight answer, but she did now and she knew that would only draw more questions from her friends.

Luckily, before either one of them was able to open their mouth to ask said questions, Mary Margaret and David popped out of the thinning crowd with big smiles, a big bouquet of flowers, and a camera. "There they are!"

"Hey!" Emma grinned, happy that they finally found each other, even though the blonde hadn't done much searching after running into Ruby. She was immediately greeted (and smothered) by the two as they hugged her tightly, still murmuring congratulations before moving onto Belle.

"Were you excited?" Mary Margaret asked, hands clasped together. "Were you nervous? How was it? You're officially graduated from high school!"

"Yes, mom!" The blonde chuckled, hands in the air as if to calm the pixie-haired woman down. "My head hurts from that stupid cap and the loud noise, but overall, it was pretty exciting. It only happens once in your life, you know?"

"Oh! My baby's all grown up!" Mary Margaret squealed once again, engulfing her in a tight hug before pulling back to elbow her husband. David jumped slightly, his brows furrowing until he realized just why she had done that. He quickly handed Emma the bouquet of flowers, the smile clear in his eyes.

"We got you something!"

"Oh, flowers!" Emma cheered with forced joy as she grabbed them, smelling the natural sweet scent with a chuckle. "What I've always wanted after five hours of being in a room with chattering, smelly people."

"Well, it does freshen things up." Ruby muttered, earning a glare from the blonde.

Mary Margaret gave her foster daughter a look which shut the two of them right up. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't like the real gift, now, would you?"

David was coughing and gesturing towards the paper the bouquet was wrapped in, trying to act inconspicuous.

"What's wrong with you?" She blinked at her father, watching his little gestures that she couldn't quite place. Mary Margaret, on the other hand, was rolling her eyes at David's "hints."

"Do you know what likes flowers?" The older woman inquired, dark eyes on those flowers as if they would tell her the answer.

"Birds? Nature? I don't know." The blonde blinked slightly. "I'm done with school. No more learning."

"I think your mother means to imply that there's a reason we gave you those flowers." David cleared his throat, giving his wife a quick glare, which only earned a glower in return.

"Graduating?"

Then it hit her. There was definitely something in the flowers, or at least the paper of them.

Emma quirked a brow at the two of them before taking the not-so-subtle hints to look inside the wrapping, soon finding what appeared to be something metal. Then her heart skipped a beat. She excitedly pulled the little scrap out to find the metal in the shape of a key.

"Oh. My. God!" She squealed, throwing the bouquet into Belle's arms just in time as she threw her arms around her foster parents. Why the hell she was so excited to see those car keys after she knew that she was going to be getting the bug, she would never know why. But she was.

Perhaps because it was the biggest gift anyone had ever given her… Especially after they had promised it.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Emma's gratitude was muffled between the two of her foster parents, tears welling automatically in her eyes.

"Oh!" Mary Margaret kissed the top of her head. "You're so very welcome, Emma. You deserve it."

"Now, to teach you how to drive." David chuckled and it was then that the blonde realized she didn't know how to operate the Bug that was given to her.

Alright, that was a lie, she did know how to drive… well, barely, but she wasn't exactly equipped for it legally. Somehow, they managed to gloss over getting her license, or perhaps that was her own fault for never necessarily feeling comfortable enough to test for it.

"Wait. You got a car and you don't know how to drive?" Ruby laughed, and Emma should have known that was coming.

"Don't do it, Ruby." The blonde turned from her parents and glared at her lanky friend, eyes narrowing into slits.

"But seriously, why?"

"Because we all can't be special like you, Ruby."

"Hey, now, Emma. No need to be rude!"

"Guys, will you stop arguing?" Belle frowned, crossing her arms. "I don't know how to drive, either."

"Yeah you do." The waitress turned her attention towards the shorter brunette, one of her perfectly trimmed brows quirked. "I've been teaching you, remember?"

"I know. I just mean that I don't have a license, either." She elaborated, nibbling on her lower lip.

"You girls are so funny." Mary Margaret suddenly stated, a joyous smile on her face as she watched the bickering trio.

"Yeah… funny." Emma pursed her lips, giving her taller friend a quick jab in the ribs to stop her bubbling chuckles. But it had only rubbed off on Belle, as well, and soon enough, the two of them ended up roaring with laughter.

"See? She likes us." Belle smiled.

"No. No she doesn't."

"Emma!" Mary Margaret reprimanded, wrinkling her nose. "Do not say that. I like them!"

"I know, I was just… joking." The blonde pouted softly, arms crossing over her chest.

"But you can't joke about how I feel about people, Emma."

"Mary Margaret, please." David sighed softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"But, David!" She whined to her husband and it was then that Emma knew she had been playing along with the blonde because she never did that without a reason such as this.

That had the blonde giggling and her friends laughing harder because, no, they weren't their parents, and yes, it was funnier when they were acting like this and they were someone else's parents.

Emma didn't particularly care, at least when they were around Ruby and Belle. Mary Margaret and David always tended to act childish around them to embarrass the blonde, but it never worked anymore. Now, with other people…

Oh, she could never imagine having Regina there with those two. Maybe she shouldn't mind and the older woman was easy-going, but there was still something about the thought that made her cringe.

Though, speaking of Regina, Emma glanced passed her foster mother for a second time as she swore she had caught a glance of the raven haired beauty. And she had. The older woman was just exiting the building with her purse around her shoulder and creased brows as she attempted to squeeze through the crowds that had decided to linger.

The blonde couldn't take her eyes off the brunette who made her w1fhuay towards the sidewalk, though had quite a bit of trouble with getting through the gross of people. She smiled, swallowing the bubble of laughter welling in her throat when Regina donned an irritated visage from a particular group of teenagers who kept blocking her way. It wasn't something they were doing on purpose, of course, but they were looking rather bothersome in their careless acts as they stumbled about with jokes and laughter.

"What are you staring at?" Mary Margaret finally asked, the question this time directed towards her foster daughter. The group had been buzzing with idle chatter until the older woman caught her attention divided otherwise.

When the blonde shrugged instead of answering, her mother looked behind her to notice the group of teenagers and the brunette teacher who had finally made it passed them. "Oh! Look! It's your teacher, isn't it? Ms. Mills?"

"Yeah." Emma mumbled. Ruby and Belle both shot her a knowing look, little smug smirks on their faces because they knew that she still had a thing for the brunette (as far as they knew it was nothing but a crush).

"Maybe we should go talk to her before she leaves? I know that she thought of you as one of her favorite students." The pixie-haired woman grinned softly before quickly grabbing her daughter's wrist to drag her in the direction of the infamous Ms. Mills. "And I know that she was your favorite teacher."

"Mom," the blonde groaned softly, trailing after her ever-persistent foster mother along with the rest of the group in which half (Ruby and Belle) were snickering and the other half (David and Mary Margaret) wore eager expressions to meet the brunette English teacher.

Well, David would be meeting the older woman for the first time since Mary Margaret had made a habit of going to conferences whenever they popped up. Emma always had opted to stay home for those special days, not exactly wishing to join in on the embarrassing parade no doubt to burst with her foster mother.

"Hey, Regina!" Mary Margaret called out to the raven haired teacher to catch her attention before the older woman had attempted to cross the street. The teacher paused and turned at the sound of Emma's foster mother's voice, her brows rising in surprise.

"Oh, Mary Margaret. What a pleasure." She stood there awkwardly as the group approached her, a smile on her perfect, crimson lips. "Emma. Belle. Ruby." Regina nodded to each person as she acknowledged them, pausing on David for a moment with a slightly confused look before grinning. "You must be David."

"And you must be the infamous Ms. Mills." He held his hand out to her and she took it, Mary Margaret's eyes on the two like a hawk.

Emma could have laughed. She wondered what was going on in that woman's head. Mary Margaret tended to get jealous when it came to her husband and didn't particularly enjoy any woman make any sort of contact with him, let it be eye or physical. She was probably having a cow right now with Regina shaking his hand.

The teacher was attractive, even Mary Margaret had said so herself and she no doubt was envious in the way David looked at her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He mumbled, pulling his hand away to wrap around Mary Margaret's waist as if to announce himself taken.

"Likewise, Mr. Nolan. I have heard so much about you from both your wife and Emma." Regina's molten eyes landed heatedly on Emma for a moment, the corners of her mouth tugging into a strange smile before she offered it to David and his wife. "What brings you two here? Or should I say five?"

"We just wanted to say hi before we left!" Mary Margaret cheerfully chittered, the jealous mode out of her system. "But we've really ought to get going if the girls want to make it to the dance in time! Are you headed there?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact." Regina smiled politely with a nod. "I am one of the chaperones. Somehow I keep getting myself caught in that position this year." Her eyes landed on Emma for but a moment because it was the blonde's fault. She begged the teacher to volunteer as chaperone to the dance, just as the last one. This time, Regina hadn't minded much. It was the last dance, after all.

"Great!" Mary Margaret hummed, clapping her hands together. "I suppose we must be off then?"

As they said their goodbyes, Emma only thought of how this night was going to go. She was going to return back to the apartment with her foster parents to get ready, more specifically, she was going to change into the dress that Regina had picked out for her weeks ago. She had already tried it on when it came in the mail to make sure that it had fit, and boy did it. The brunette teacher had never got the chance to see her in it for the blonde wanted it to be a surprise until the dance. She hoped that Regina would like it on her because that's who it was for.

Emma sighed softly as she climbed the stairs to her room, the time seemed to fly by all too quickly. This year was nothing but a breeze and she seemed to have missed it from day one. Regina had made her final school year even more special than it was initially supposed to be. The year was a big one upon meeting the brunette teacher from adding a new friend to her very small list to forming a relationship with the older woman and making life-altering plans with her.

Even though it had only been approximately nine months, Emma felt as if she had known this woman for her entire life. Perhaps that's exactly what love was meant to be. Feeling both emotionally and spiritually bonded with your significant other to be connected on such a deep level, it felt as if you were one and whole with each other. Some might say that level would be called soul mates, though Emma believed you could have one even if it weren't romantic. But the case in which she thought of now was far from platonic and more beautiful than a horizon on an ocean's surface.

There was something that Emma believed that drew her to Regina aside from the brunette teacher's looks. There was something else inside that woman that brought the blonde towards her like a moth to a flame. Perhaps they were destined to have met, to be together and form a relationship- though it may not had to have been as they made it. It was beautiful, regardless, and Emma would have never regretted taking that first step to water the blossoming seed.

She would even be willing to relive her life over again if it meant leading up to where she was today; happy, in love, complete with loving friends and family. Never, in her wildest dreams had she thought she would even make it this far in her life with the things that she had. Whatever Emma could think of, she would restart over. It was as simple as that.

Simplicity was best.

The blonde grinned to herself at the thought. She was actually happy to be in her current situation, even if that meant having to dress up with makeup and a frilly dress with her stepmother breathing down her neck to help with preparations.

Emma stood in front of the mirror after the terrible struggle with her dress. The blonde had thought a not-so-flashy one would have worked well in the mundane white that Regina had suggested she pick.

It was a little tight in certain areas that she had noticed prior to when she had first tested it out. Unfortunately, then and now, the material was slightly see-though in those parts (which was more specifically around her chest area with the padded push-up brassiere that Regina had purchased for her a while back). Luckily she had got it just for this dress, but the outline and solid white was still easily noticeable.

"Damn that woman." Emma muttered because she was settled for a black dress almost similar until Regina had already decided on a color scheme for the two.

The blonde crinkled her nose as she looked over the outfit that flayed at the skirt with soft ruffles, ending at the top of her knees. It was pure white and nothing but as it asked to get dirty by the natural world.

There were reasons Emma didn't wear certain colors in abundance.

She looked like a marshmallow in this thing, and so did her feet with the matching ivory heels that she was barely able to balance in.

The only color that she did have was purple. Little purple accents such as the weird little flowers around her ankles, wrists, and pinned up in her hair.

She quirked a brow at herself in the mirror. The purple seemed to attract attention to itself from her ghostly appearance. The dress had a square neck which seemed to have defeated the purpose of the special bra, and a slightly ruffled arm sleeve which had only covered the very top of her arms.

Fortunately those little puffs would be covered by the final accent of a purple ruffled scarf.

Regina and the ruffle.

Something was terribly wrong with that woman for wanting to practically look like a walking fluff ball with all of those ridiculous layers of fabric.

But at least Emma wouldn't be the only one wearing ruffles to the dance because Regina had purchased something similar to Emma's own, except it was purple and seemed to be less playful around the skirt area. The ruffles, instead of flaying out, would hug the older woman's muscular legs in a more elegant, conservative fashion suitable for her age.

White and purple were the colors that the older woman had decided they should wear, for whatever odd reason. Emma didn't mind all too much so long as Regina was happy.

The blonde smiled softly and moved from the mirror, a finger playing with her golden curls. Any time now, she was going to be leaving for the final school event that she would ever have to attend. Her foster parents wanted to drop her off and Emma had decided it for the better, considering her date was a chaperone at the dance.

"Are you ready, Emma?" Mary Margaret's voice filtered through the loft.

"Yeah, just a moment!" She replied, quickly gather up her cellphone before heading down the stairs.

As she descended, she heard a soft coo come from the woman who had called her down just moments before. Mary Margaret donned the brightest of smiles in which had easily reached her eyes that were lit up with excitement. She squealed happily upon Emma's final arrival to the landing and immediately attacked the younger woman with the hug from hell. Her organs would surely be turned to paste and squeezed from any orifice if the embrace were to be even a decimal tighter.

"You look so beautiful!" The brunette released her foster daughter, allowing Emma for a chance to get oxygen back into her lungs.

"You said that the last time I got all dressed up." Emma crossed her arms self-consciously, quirking a brow at the woman before her. "Anyways, are we going to go?"

"Oh… yes. Of course, Emma." Mary Margaret offered a sad smile (though she tried her hardest to hide it) and grabbed the blonde's arm to usher her out of the apartment along with her husband who trailed along, chuckling.

"You can get pictures before we leave if you want, Mary Margaret." Emma paused before her foster mother could open the door, not at all ignorant to the forced look on her face.

That seemed to have brought the older woman's smile into a full curve, her dark eyes lighting up once again. "Stand by your father! I want one of you two together. Then David can take one of you and I. And then we need one of just you." There was a pause as the schoolteacher hesitated, a slightly pained look on her face before she continued with her unfinished thought as if it were a piece of glass in her candy. "It's too bad that you hadn't brought a date so we could get one of you two."

Emma nodded awkwardly, her hands wringing in front of her because she knew how weird it was for her foster mother to even attempt to think of what kind of date her daughter would have brought. None was going to be better to lie about than admit that she was actually going "to the dance" with Regina, of course, that was in a sense of speaking. They weren't technically going with each other, but the teacher was going to attempt to dance with the blonde if she could.

In other words, she was going to wait until one of her coworkers decided to dance with a student, or at least, amongst them. It was common, after all, and the two of them were looking forward to actually being able to dance with each other within the confines of the gym.

Emma beamed for the pictures that she took for her parents and beamed even more as she sat in the car on the way to the school for her final dance of the year, all prior thoughts still fresh in her mine. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, whirring up a mighty storm within that small organ. She didn't know why on earth that she was so damned nervous to get in there. Perhaps it was excitement for the evening. After all, the dance would be lasting until midnight, and then the students would depart to a convention center until four to party casually with fun activities. The blonde had graciously declined going to that and opted to spend the rest of her night with Regina doing a more preferred activity with the older woman.

"Looks like we're here." David announced, turning towards the blonde with a smile, hand clasped on her shoulder. "Have a good time, honey, and call when you're ready to leave. We'll come pick you up."

Emma gave him an awkward look. She hadn't planned on getting a ride from him back to the apartment because she wasn't going back to the apartment tonight. Hell no.

"I'm gonna be staying with someone else tonight." She mumbled, hands placed on her lap in a ball. It was rather silly to act so timid about something so small. She was an adult now and surely capable of making her own grown-up decisions. She could do whatever the hell that she wanted now. But, for some reason, it just made her feel… guilty to abandon her loving foster parents tonight. "I won't be needing a ride, if that's alright."

"Oh… Are you sure?" He had his brows squished together, but made no further move to guilt her into staying over. Unlike his wife.

But, surprisingly, Mary Margaret hadn't said a thing. She simply sat there with a smile, a hand on the blonde's arm.

"Have fun, sweetheart. Stay safe and… be safe." She leaned in to give the blonde a kiss on her cheek. "I love you."

"I will, I promise." Emma moved in to give her mother a side hug, her heart sinking slightly. "I love you, too."

"Call me if anything happens, okay?" David was the next to speak, his voice rumbling in the otherwise quiet truck.

"I will."

"Alright. Be safe. I love you." His stern stare was gone, replaced with that of a loving father as he, too, kissed her head.

"Love you, David." She chimed in response, moving to open the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, Emma." Mary Margaret watched as the blonde hopped out of the truck, a saddened twinkle in her eyes. "Drop by as the first thing you do tomorrow." She quickly added, scooting to where Emma had been seated moments ago. She donned a cheesy grin as if she played, though her eyes had told just how serious she was.

Emma's leaving the apartment seemed to have taken a great toll on her foster mother which was the reason why she had stayed there as often as she could (or wanted to). Now that she was moving away to a while different city, Mary Margaret was even more desperate to squeeze in as much time that she could with her. At times, it was rather bothersome, seeing as to how she barely got a minute alone, but on the plus side, she didn't mind so much over the added attention.

So the blonde have her a sweet smile in response and nodded, hand on the passenger's door. "I will make it my first priority, okay?"

"Good. Now, go have fun while you can!"

"I will! See you tomorrow." She nodded towards them and shut the truck's door before making her way hastily towards the entrance of the school. Her stomach was already in knots once again as soon as those doors had opened and the large, boisterous crowd was revealed.

Loud, obnoxious music blared through the gym's speakers while the graduated class sloppily danced to the upbeat music with provocative moves. Others stood aside to merely watch while some remained disinterested, talking within their groups of friends, taking advantage of the free drinks and snacks.

Emma took a deep breath and searched the wild crowd, her eyes wide and overwhelmed as she tried to decipher out any familiar faces within the sea of them. Even the teachers seemed to be lost amongst the multitude of ex-students.

She groaned. She would have to enter the thick mob of people in order to locate her friends or Regina, which was already proving to be a rather difficult task. It was hot, sweaty, and loud, and frankly, she was already anticipant on leaving.

"Look at Mr. Booth!" A fair haired girl pointed out the teacher in subject. That, of course, had the blonde stopping in her tracks to get a look at her former teacher dancing with a group of students. The man didn't have bad dancing skills if you asked her, but it was no Regina.

Emma chuckled softly as she watched him. Teachers were already getting in on the fun. Perhaps Regina was even in the spirit to dance and currently was amongst another crown.

With an anxious smile for the unlikely scenario, the blonde continued forth to find said brunette teacher. Her eyes darted from face to face, dress to dress until they had finally landed on a ruffled purple one and eventually slid up to meet with the gorgeous complexion of her girlfriend who had worn a bright smile on her face upon seeing her.

"Emma!" She almost seemed to cheer, taking the few steps that had been left between them. "It's good to see that you finally made it."

"I'm fashionably late." Emma joked, tossing a curl behind her shoulder. It was true that the blonde was late to the dance, as were a few others. She wanted to spend as little time as she could at this loud, sweaty mess. There was a different loud and sweaty thing she'd prefer to be partaking in.

Of course, that wasn't all that she had on her mind. She would just prefer to sit at home, even, and snuggle up with Regina and a thing of junk food while watching (or bashing) a movie. That was, by far, one of her most favorite things to do.

"Of course you are, dear." The older woman's mouth twitched with amusement. "Meanwhile, the party seemed to have escalated without you."

"Oh, what a shame that I had missed it." The blonde lucked her tongue, shrugging unenthusiastically. "I guess this means we should catch up with the in-crowd and dance?"

"Since when are you so eager to dance in front of other people?" The question stopped the blonde's unsubtle suggestion and threw it to the ground. Regina's brow was quirked in her usual manor, arms crossing in mock annoyance.

"Since I can do it with you?" She gave a cheesy grin.

"Mhm. Well, I am unsure if we should dance right away. It's currently a slower song and I hardly believe that would be appropriate for us." She pointed out, mocha hues focused on the slower moving population on the dance floor.

It was then that Emma had noticed the change in pace and grew red. Well, she hadn't meant for them to dance to this. At least not here, anyways.

"Yeah, of course." She mumbled, changing positions to stand next to her partner instead with a deflated look, allowing for her to survey the area.

The two stood there for a quiet few minutes, observing the party happened around them. The beat of the music thrumming into their hearts with each hum. The sounds of the teenagers drilling into their heads. It seemed fun enough, enjoyable even, as the couples and even singles danced their way across the floor to a sober beat.

Emma breathed in the air around her, drawing her attention from the people and to the rich, spicy perfume of the woman next to her. She grinned, turning to gaze at the tan beauty who tapped her foot to eh current melody and wore a stunning white smile on her crimson lips.

"How was your day, Regina?" The blonde inquired, head cocking to the side. She hardly had time to speak with her today over the fuss of graduation and getting ready for the dance afterwards. The few minutes in the parking lot of the arena were hardly anything to go by.

"Rather mundane, dear. It's still strange to wake up in a cold bed." She turned her chocolate gaze tot eh younger woman, a mirthful look on her features.

"Yeah." Emma chuckled, realizing the statement to be true. The two of them had become so spoiled with each other's warm bodies in bed and took great advantage of it, that it had been rather difficult to adjust to sleeping alone in bed. It seemed much cooler and far lonelier.

"And trying to roll over to find you at the edge of the bed, only to fall off my own."

This earned a chuckle from the older woman, her head shaking. "I do hope you won't have to suffer that long."

"I probably will. I'm clumsy and fall off the bed a lot." She shrugged, earning yet again, another stifled chuckle.

"Remind me to put restraints on the bed to prevent that from happening."

"Ooh, that sounds kinky." Emma couldn't help the comment that had heated her lover's cheeks. It made her heart swell in her chest the shades of emotion that Regina emitted. She was gorgeous and adorable with each one. Except when she was angry, then that was just plain scary. Especially that vein in her forehead that popped out and looked as if it would burst with her temper at any time.

"Emma, now mind your mouth. We are in public." Though the embarrassment never faded from her visage as she remained pink.

"Sorry." The blonde giggled, tugging at the brunette teacher's arm soon after in her own way of the changing the subject.

During their conversation, a new song had aroused on the stereo, something far more upbeat and appropriate for the two to dance.

"Where on earth are you dragging me to?" Regina blinked slightly as the two had soon found themselves in the middle of the dance floor. "Oh, you sly fox, you."

Emma merely smirked at her comment, body already swaying with the beat as her eyes seemed to lock in on Regina and only her. It was going to be the only way that she would sanely be able to dance in front of the hundreds of eyes watching, or felt as if they were.

"Look! Now Ms. Mills is gonna dance!" That same voice that had called for Mr. Booth earlier had spoken once again, her hand waving towards the teacher whose eyes seemed to have grown to the size of saucers.

"Fuck yeah!" A masculine voice exclaimed from somewhere else within the group and soon enough another uproar of chatter stirred.

Meanwhile, Emma still had her eyes focused in on the stunned teacher who seemed glued to her spot. She stood as if she were a statue, eyes still wide.

"I refuse to do this." She mumbled to the blonde, her olive hands wringing against her ruffled skirt. "They're staring."

"Try not to think about it." Emma attempted to reassure the frazzled woman and stood to face her. They eyes locked on each other's as she continued to speak, the hard chocolate melted into reassurance. "You don't even have to dance. Hell, I don't want to."

"No, but I did promise you and I cannot go back on it." Regina looked as if she were pep talking herself, standing there in her ruffled purple dress that only got abused by her anxious hands. "Why should I care what they think, anyways?"

"They aren't even watching." Emma flapped a hand in the air, eyes doing a quick once-over at the suddenly disinterested crow. They must have given up on the miracle of their former English teacher dancing to the upbeat pop.

"Then what the hell?" Regina chuckled, muscles relaxing when Emma's words (and her own once-over) had soaked in.

That's when the brunette started moving to the newest song that had begun, one that sounded all too familiar.

Emma laughed as she started to join in, the joy of this dance and the familiar tune boosting her ego to do so.

It was that same song that she had played for the two of them during Winter Break for their makeshift dance. Each note had brought back the memories of that day and Regina's amazing dancing skills. And by skills, Emma had been referring to the sexiness of the moves she used.

And boy was it.

Regina had let herself be free with her inner dancer and began to sway her hips in a way that no doubt had the blonde eager for more. Emma would have damn near stopped her own dancing if she could, just to stare in awe. But they were in public and the brunette's dancing had inspired her own crazy moves, despite the urge to continue watching the saucy way she shimmied her body.

The two of them lost themselves in the best, eyes on each other the entire song through. Hips swaying, feet moving, arms seemed to tangle with one another from time to time until the song slowed to its finale, leaving the two breaking for a breath.

"That was fun." Regina breathed, allowing for herself to take a few deep breaths. "Didn't know I had that in me."

"Neither did I…" Emma stared wide-eyed at Regina because at some point, she was quite sure that she was watching some sort of soft-core porn. "I mean…"

"Holy shit!" A voice shouted from the crowd, damn well finishing the rest of Emma's thoughts.

But the blonde didn't care for that damned mind-reader, instead she glared towards the masculine voice, unsure of where and who it came from. She would beat the hell out of that dude with his own happy parts if he tried anything.

"Way to shake it, Ms. Mills!"

"I wish I had her as my teacher."

"You should fuck me."

Emma continued to glare at the people, though it was Regina's laughing that prevented her from taking any further action. The brunette teacher must have found it amusing that her former students- and some that were not- commenting about her… interesting dance moves.

The younger woman grinned softly, watching as Regina's cheeks grew aflame once again, despite her obvious amusement.

"You're famous now, Ms. Mills." Emma couldn't help but to chuckle, moving closer to the teacher. "How do you feel?"

"Strange." The answer was simple, yet humorous as the blonde merely laughed again.

"You're hot, you know?" her query was a mere whisper, quiet enough that she didn't know if Regina had even heard her over the other voices and blaring music.

But the blush that had suddenly flourished down the brunette's neck and brightened her cheeks was the indicator that she had.

A smirk weaseled its way onto Regina's lips soon after because, gods, did she have such control over Emma.

"I am quite certain that most of the students seem to think the same." She hummed, lips twitching at the green look her young lover had shot her.

Emma didn't think too kindly of others seeing Regina in the way that she had. It was a jealous rage of green that soaked her aura so quickly, forcing her equally as green eyes to glare once again at the others around. That was, until her friends seemed to have popped right from that crowd giving her equal looks.

"What the hell are you stinking about?" Ruby snarled playfully at her, pushing the blonde slightly.

"What do you mean?" Emma sniffed, shooing her friend's hand away to stop the playful taunt. "I'm not doing anything."

"Yes you are. You're about to kill someone, or looks as if you will." That was Belle who spoke, giving her that special look that told she knew. After an intense moment of the stare down, Emma finally broke contact and turned away, shaking her head. The two of her friends chuckled, lost in their own amusement at her free range guilt.

"Hello, girls." Regina greeted them belatedly, an amused smile on her own red lips. "Are you two having fun?"

The two quickly sobered upon realizing the brunette teacher had been standing there beside their blonde friend. They must have overlooked the teacher the first time because their eyes were bulging, thought it may have been the surprise of her joining in the conversation to save Emma's behind.

Though it was Ruby who had sobered the quickest from it, already supplying her ludicrous nature as she replied to Regina's question with a different subject. "You dance pretty well for a teacher."

"Thank you, dear." The brunette teacher's nose twitched at the statement.

"Are you even a teacher?" The lanky waitress queried suspiciously, tilting her head with a wolfish grin. "I mean, dayum girl, you really got it going on with your moves there."

"Ruby!" That was belle who had reprimanded the tallest brunette, giving her a look that reminded Emma of Regina when she said something wrong. "Can you be the least bit of appropriate? She was my teacher."

"So?" Ruby dared to venture, her wide smile reappearing. "She's still a human, too. We're adults."

The little brunette scoffed at her girlfriend before moving away from the group to idly stare at the snack table. Ruby, on the other hand, had snapped into a different mood but had chosen to remain behind, her face stoic. "Woops. I made a big no-no."

"Why is it that you know every way and a half to get on people's nerves?" Emma snorted, trying to sate the laughter burning in her chest. Those two were like an old married couple. She loved watching them bicker as one or the other would storm off, leaving their counterpart shell-shocked. Of course, they never stayed angry at each other long and were laughing together before you knew it.

Sometimes the two of them reminded her of her and Regina when they got into small tiffs. They would be made up by the end of the day and acting as if nothing had ever happened.

"Reminds me of a certain blonde." The husky voice situated with the three had spoken, seeming to loosely let the words roam free without the consent of her logical mind.

Emma didn't think a thing of the statement before it hit her like a two ton cement brick… Or Ruby's hand across the back of her arm.

"Annoying your 'favorite' teacher, now, are we?" The long haired brunette mocked, using Mary Margaret's words from earlier that evening.

"Ruby, no." Emma glared at her friend because here she went again. The damned waitress still taunted her over anything that had dealt with Regina. If Emma didn't have half a brain, she would have already told her friends to shut them up over their obsession to mess with her.

Maybe that would be something on her agenda before she left Storybrooke. Time has succeeded enough in building the two of her friends up to this point. Perhaps they even matured for it.

…Yeah, right.

"Oh, come on, Emma. You know?" Ruby quirked a brow, stepping forward to give her that look. She was referring to Emma's initial feelings towards the brunette teacher, though she was decent enough to refrain from saying anything in front of her. For now, anyways.

"I know that you should shut the hell up and go apologize to Belle." Emma muttered, teeth grinding impatiently against each other. Sometimes she wondered why she ever became friends with that girl. She could be so damned button-pushing and always seemed to detonate just the right one.

Ruby scoffed at her friend's comment, a hand on her hip. "You are so rude."

"Likewise, Rubes." Emma bit, pushing her friend towards the snack table where Belle had still stood with a soda in hand. She was met with protests when the tall brunette planted her feet on the ground with a dirty look, but it was thanks to the blonde's strength that had the nineteen-year-old stomping off.

But not without comment as Ruby headed off, her arm in the air to flip Emma off. "God will get you for that!"

"There is no God where you're going, Ruby." The blonde caught the last laugh before finally turning back to her "date."

"Now I can see where your attitude comes from." The brunette quirked a brow at her young lover. "And your not-so-witty comebacks."

"Oh, shush!" Emma huffed, glaring towards the two of her friends that stood in the distance, arguing at one another. "I'm too slow to come up with something good."

Regina shook her head, an amused smile on her face as she lift a hand to pick something out of Emma's blonde curls. The latter watched on when she pulled her fingers away with what had her interest. "You are anything but slow, my dear."

"You're just saying that." But the statement had her blushing, her cheeks heating up more than they already had been as she continued to stare at that brunette. Her brows had now furrowed when Regina had, once again, plucked something from her hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" She finally asked, hands drawn to her sides.

The brunette merely shook her head with another stunning smile, bright and white in the gym lights. "Would you like to prove to yourself just how… fast I believe you to be?" Her tone had suddenly dropped into a husky whisper, plum lips twitching slightly. "Because I will show you how correct my statement will be."

The blonde's eyes had widened at the silk in her lover's voice, the words in which she had spoken could find Emma's release alone. Oh god, what was she doing to her with all of these people around them?

"Are you trying to lead me on, Ms. Mills?" Emma inquired, brows rising as they awaited an answer.

And the response was anything but what she had hoped for as that brunette licked her plump lips with a swipe of her taunting tongue. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"

"Yes," she whimpered. It was the overwhelming sensation snatching her body from all things logical, forcing her knees to become weak and her heart to thump almost painfully against her chest. That woman could seriously annihilate her if she desired it. And the way that she stared at her was both frightening and somehow majestic in the way that she gave her that look. Her bedroom eyes.

"Then meet me outside." She smirked and leaned in, her voice dropping even more as she spoke into Emma's ear, her breath hot and moist against the latter's skin. "I parked a few blocks down so we could leave together."

Y-You want to leave now?" Emma swallowed thickly, jade orbs widening.

The brunette straightened, shrugging. "We don't have to."

"No." The word could have left Emma's lips fast enough. "I mean… it's boring anyways. Being here."

"Alright, dear. I'll make haste to leave first. I'm quite sure that the other chaperones won't miss me." And with that, the brunette departed from her girlfriend's side to do as she had said. Her hips swaying from side to side with each step, almost as if she had known that Emma was going to observe.

And she definitely was. Her eyes never leaving the older woman's posterior until the round rump disappeared within the sea of bodies. Emma sighed at the loss and turned from Regina's path to find out where Ruby and Belle had run off to. She might as well tell them that she had planned on leaving or else they would surely have another conniption like the last time that she had left early without informing them.

Her friends. She didn't know how she found them.

Must have been in a barn by the looks of it.

Emma wrinkled her nose slightly as she witnessed Ruby scarfing down a piece of cake with Belle at her side, giving the waitress a pissy look. She warily made her way over to them.

"I told you!" Ruby cheered, tossing the empty plate into the trash can behind them. "I can eat it in less than a minute."

"I question myself, sometimes, as to why I even tolerate you." The shorter brunette made a face. "And how you never gain a single pound. I've seen the way you eat."

"What the hell are you two doing?" Emma quirked a brow as she had finally met up with the two, soon propping herself against the table that they stood next to.

"I'm showing her how much I really like cake." Ruby smiled, earning an eye roll from her counterpart.

"More like how she can inhale it within five seconds."

"Two seconds, thank you very much." The taller of the two gave a wolfish grin.

Belle scrunched her nose up, making a face that clearly showed her annoyance at the other brunette before turning to look at the blonde with a smile. "What brings you to this insanity boat?"

"My own little messed up mind is a free roaming passenger." Emma shrugged, pushing herself from the table. "Also, I'm plan on leaving. Like, now." She hummed, fixing the ruffled layers of her scarf.

"Leave? Why?" That was ruby, jumping forward to interrogate her friend. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Home. It's boring and I have a migraine." Emma monotonously stated, shrugging off the look her friends had given her. She knew that they had to have sensed her lie. They gave her the look that they always did when she flaked out early and made up a lie to get out. They never said anything, but always tended to grow suspicious.

Though she knew that they always hated it when she ditched early and left them alone, although it wasn't like there wasn't much that they would be missing if she were to leave. She normally secluded herself (or felt secluded), leaving the two to miss whatever fun they could be having for they would always chase her around.

Frankly, she was the party pooper… and a third wheel when it came to the two.

"Don't try to stop me because I can't be." Emma raised her hands and turned around to prove just that point. She ignored the protests that her friends shot in her direction and made haste towards the door before she caved and turned back around.

"You're a bitch, Em!" Ruby shouted over the heads behind Emma.

That was just like the waitress. It was a harmless statement, of course. She would never hatefully call Emma a bitch, but she knew the brunette was pissed off that she was leaving early once again. Emma had tended to do that more often than not anymore, and she did promise that she would be here tonight for the dance. In which she had been, even if it were for only about a half hour.

Oh well.

Emma was on her way to Regina's car now and there definitely was no going back. She grinned to herself the entire way, the cool night's breeze caressing her skin like a lover's touch. It was a perfect night, she thought to herself, head tilt back to look up at the star dotted sky.

She had absolutely no idea where the hell Regina had parked.

Huffing to herself, she dropped her head back down as she fished her cellphone from her bra to message the brunette. She was not at all tolerant enough to get lost and go the wrong direction. Yes, it was a gorgeous night and thankfully not cold enough to freeze her nipples off, but she was also uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in the best way possible, of course, as she continued to think of what the brunette had said. Her excitement was rising and her patience wearing thin.

Exhaling softly, she pressed on in the direction in which she had started. Perhaps it was for the best that she would walk off some of the extra energy building up within her. She wouldn't want to be too pumped up, or else things might not end that well. It had happened once before after a long, taunting day and by the end of it, she had been too anxious. Way too anxious and ruined the entire evening.

She didn't want that happening again. Not tonight. It was a special night, or so Regina had told her the night before over the phone. She had something up her sleeve, leaving the blonde even more anxious about that as well.

Buzzing with anxiety, Emma quickened her footings until her phone had vibrated in her hand with a new message, that from Regina.

I see you. Keep walking and cross the street.

The blonde blinked slightly and stuffed her phone back in its hiding place before quickening her pace once again. It was rather dark out and hard to see what the vehicles in the distance had looked like. There were several parked along the street for the dance and, unfortunately, quite a few were dark colored.

She kept her eyes peeled for that black Mercedes across the street. If Regina could see her, that had meant she wasn't too far ahead. Why couldn't Emma see her?

"Over here! You're starting to look paranoid." Regina called from across the street, ironically in front of where said blonde had stood.

Emma quickly hopped across the street to meet Regina who had been standing outside her car with a hearty grin. She looked cuddled up within herself, arms crossed over her chest and a white scarf that she seemed to have donned recently wrapped around her neck.

"There you are, Ms. Swan. What took you so long?"

"Ruby, Belle. I told them I was leaving." Emma grinned, taking in the woman that stood in front of her, finally landing on the ruffled white scarf that matched her own. "Where was that?"

"Oh!" The teacher chuckled softly to herself, loosening the scarf around her neck to allow the material to hang loosely against her chest. "I had forgotten to put it on and left it in the car."

"Liar," the blonde fingered the white material. "You didn't want to wear it."

"That is untrue!" Regina's eyes fell to Emma's pale finger, a soft smile floating across her features. "What…"

"I don't know." She dropped her hand, giggling. "So, here I am."

"Are you raunchy like a hurricane, dear?" The brunette leaned forward slightly, though it was close enough for Emma to feel the older woman's warmth radiate onto her.

"It's 'rock you like a hurricane,' Regina." Emma wrinkled her nose with a large grin. The misheard song lyrics of that song was something her older lover had always made fun of, speaking it to be "raunchy," even though she knew that wasn't what was sung. She did it regardless just to get on the blonde's nerves. But Emma didn't mind much anymore. In fact, she actually found it a little cute.

"But I can be raunchy if you want me to." The blonde's words were a gentle growl, her body gravitating towards Regina's.

"And you can show me just how not slow you can be." The older woman smirked, the distance between them growing smaller. She quickly licked her lips, mocha eyes focused on the blonde's sweet, pink lips.

Emma couldn't help but to react the same, her own emerald hues dropping to the tongue that slid across dark, luscious lips. "I'd love to."

"Then do it." She whispered in response, the words hitting Emma's wetted lips like the breeze that roared around them.

Emma didn't hesitate to accept the invitation and surged forward to meet those taunting lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Pulling away, she breathed, their air mingling together between them for but a moment before she had dove in again to get a better taste. And boy did she.

Regina's lips were sweet and soft, the sensation of them against Emma's own was pure bliss. She moaned when they responded to the kiss, her breath growing ragged. The pleasant sensation sent a shock down her spine, forcing all the hairs on her body to stand on end.

It was the brunette's soft moan that had her blonde lover's body to heat up instantly, the cool breeze no longer affecting her. She was hot and her body was responding to Regina the more the kiss had deepened into a fervent desperation that had Emma pushing the older woman back against the car. Her pelvis ground into the brunette's in a need to relieve pressure that wouldn't get the attention that it needed, and had only grown far more unbearable the more Regina had pressed desperately back.

"Emma…" She panted against the blonde's lips as she pulled away from the kiss momentarily, her eyes heavy with sudden desire.

"Gina," Emma cupped the older woman's cheek as the latter moved forward to catch her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling and tugging at it as her fingers slid through the golden blonde curls.

"We should probably go…" The brunette whispered breathlessly, those olive digits still tangled in Emma's hair while the other rested on her behind.

"Yeah… can't fuck against the car." Emma muttered unhappily, licking her lips. "Too bad, because I would." She grinned, earning a salacious smirk from the brunette herself.

"No, no. We do need to go." Regina stated, though mostly to herself before she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Mm… damn. You taste so sweet."

"I know." The blonde beamed self-righteously, her thumb stroking the brunette's cheek. "I ate some cupcakes that my fos-"

"So is that how you plan on losing your migraine?" A voice different from Regina's had interrupted Emma's thought, causing her to freeze as if she were a deer caught in headlights.

Because that voice belonged to Ruby.

"Shit!" She quickly stepped away from Regina who had already released the blonde's ass, though had troubles untangling her fingers from the blonde locks.

"My ring is stuck." The older woman panicked, tugging a bit more in desperation to get away, but that had only earned a pained protest from the blonde.

"So… you got caught making out with the teacher. Damn, she was gay." The slender brunette waitress was already behind Emma with Belle at her side. The blonde was thanking whatever force that her back was to her friend because she could see the smirk that she wore.

"Ruby, shut up." Emma hissed, trying to help Regina's ring get uncaught.

Meanwhile, Regina just stood there, frozen in her spot because like hell she knew what she was going to do. The two of them got caught. They were stupid and careless and got caught. Thankfully it was by Ruby and Belle. They wouldn't tell a soul without their heads getting chopped off.

"Hah! It's free!" Emma pushed her lover's hand away, happier than hell to get that painful piece of metal out of her sensitive scalp. "How in the hell did that happen?" She stared at Regina who had gazed at her with confused look.

"I usually take them off." The older woman seemed to whisper.

"No. No. You're explaining this." Ruby interrupted once again, this time forcing the blonde around to face her. Then she grinned, a laugh falling from her bright red lips. "Your cheeks are so pink!"

"Wha- No!" The blonde quickly covered her cheeks and immediately felt the blood rising to the surface of her skin. "What the hell are you doing here, anyways?"

"You lied." That was Belle this time, her soft-spoken voice finally rising above. "And apparently to leave us and-"

"Screw the teacher." Ruby finished her girlfriend's sentence with her patented wolfish grin.

"Could you seriously not be so inappropriate?" Emma muttered, arms crossing over her chest. "Why the hell did you have to follow me?"

"We wanted to see where you were going." The taller brunette elaborated, eyes falling to the teacher who was still pressed against the car. "And obviously not where we thought… or where you said."

"Now you know. Now you can leave us alone." Emma waved a hand in the air towards the older woman, who in return, had stared at her with a dubious look.

"Do you honestly believe that Ruby will just leave us alone in a situation like this?" Regina finally spoke up, her voice slightly hoarse. She finally moved from her spot to stand next to the blonde and in front of Ruby. "I tend to know how she reacts."

"See, even Ms. Mills knows that the hell goes on in my mind. Now, Em," she turned towards her blonde friend with a sardonic look. "Explain me this: what the hell is going on? I mean, I knew you had a crush on her, but… What the hell?"

"Obviously it's not a crush anymore. Okay? Done? Done." The blonde hastily brushed her friend off, clearly in no mood to deal with the persistent waitress. She didn't want to have to explain herself to her friends, not now. She and Regina were something that was meant to have been kept a secret, but it seemed that little by little they were getting exposed. Thankfully the end of the school year was done and over with, leaving the risk to lower.

"Fine. I won't bother you with it." Ruby mumbled, the smile vanishing from her face. Belle, on the other hand, remained curious as she gazed between the two lovers in front of her with a thoughtful expression.

"What?" Emma couldn't help but to notice the smaller brunette's curious blue gaze upon them.

"This couldn't have possibly just happened tonight." She quietly stated, eyes falling upon her former Creative Writing teacher. "Could it?"

Regina stared at her former student, then turned her attention to Emma before sighing softly as she admitted the truth. "No, it hasn't. But you cannot tell anybody. At least not tonight."

"I never would." Belle took the oath, smile softly to the older brunette before bringing her attention to her blonde friend. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because of how you reacted before. How the hell was I to know what you would do?" The blonde narrowed her eyes for a moment, sighing.

"Nothing. We would have supported you, Emma. That's what friends are for, aren't they?"

"Yeah, girl. You can lesbian with your teacher. We don't care." Ruby smirked, causing her friend's cheeks to burn aflame. "Especially since she's hot."

"Ruby." Emma hissed, stepping forward to slap her friend's arm but was prevented to do so by Regina grabbing her arm.

"Emma, honey, no. Act like an adult. I do not wish to date a child." The brunette quirked a brow at the blonde, giving her that look. "Children do not get the adult things."

"But I like the adult things…" Emma muttered, giving her a playful pout. "I know, I know. I'm an adult. But Ruby brings out the kid in me because she pisses me off."

"So I gather." Regina shifted her gaze from Emma to the other woman in question, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.

"Oh, this is disturbing." Ruby voiced her thoughts, eyes wide while she had listened to the prior conversation. "Maybe we should just go, Belle. Leave these two… secret lovers to their crazy ass 'adult things.'"

"Yes. You should." Emma readily agreed, waving off in the direction of the school. "Pretend you saw nothing."

But her comment was met with laughter as Ruby shook her head, clasping a hand to her back. There was something almost condescending about it. "How can I even attempt to forget this? Now if it's going to blab to people about it is your main concern, don't worry, we won't. We aren't that horrible."

"Good." Emma narrowed her eyes at the older teenager, soon after shrugging her off to step away from the Benz. "Anyways, Ruby."

"Anyways, Emma." She smirked at the mock of her blonde friend's words, eyes floating, once again, between the two. "We're leaving you and… Ms. Mills-"

"Her name is Regina." Emma interrupted, humming towards her brunette lover.

"Regina. I know what her name is, smartass." Ruby still looked slightly perturbed, though, at the thought of the two associating. Emma wouldn't blame her. "I just want to know one last thing… How?!"

"What happens in Boston, stays in Boston." The blonde smirked, eyes hovering towards the brunette next to her, whose dark eyes grew black at the memories.

"Wait. Wait. Hold the phone." Ruby looked baffled at the statement, hands in front of her. "You two have been together since… then?" When Emma merely nodded, she gawked and remained quiet, as if the words had failed to leave her mouth.

"You lied. You didn't see Graham at all." Belle gasped, bright hues turning molten when she had realized just that. "Actually, I did. We saw him just before we left."

It was Ruby this time that had spoken, regaining her lost voice. "So he knows?"

"Yes, he does."

"Damn him!" She growled, having a small fit. "I hate it when people keep secrets from me."

Emma shrugged, rolling her eyes as she decided not to offer a consolation to her best friend. Ruby didn't need to know everything that went on in her life, even if it were something this large. It was best to keep things close, for Emma had much practice in the arts of secrecy. That's all she had done her entire life and it worked well for her up to this point.

"You don't need to know everything. It didn't hurt you before and now you know. Just be happy." Emma sighed softly, voicing her thoughts. But it was the cool breeze that had her falter, the night's air nipping at the exposed surfaces of her skin, forcing a shiver down her spine.

Thanks to that shiver, Regina had noticed her young partner's state and inched closer to her with an extended arm that had immediately found its way around her waist. "Are you chilly, my dear?"

"I'm alright." The blonde mumbled her lie, despite the chill she still had. But she was given away as she remained still, not twitching a single muscle to move from the warmth of Regina's body.

She was alright.

Ruby made herself known from the mild interruption, coughing unsubtly at the two of them because she absolutely hated it when no one paid any attention to her. "Fine." She gritted through her teeth as if it were painful to say the word.

Emma brought her gaze up to the tall brunette, quirking a brow at the older girl. She merely stood there, eyes upon the two, letting her initial mood vanish and transform into a bright, cheerful smile. Even Belle had gazed strangely to the brunette as had the other two parties. That girl was bipolar if Emma hadn't seen it.

"I am happy. For you. I mean… You had this major crush on her and somehow you made it work. Like… What the hell?" Ruby blubbered out, stepping towards them in her tall, crimson heels. She dove forward without shame, engulfing the two of them in her arms. "Go be gay together, okay? We'll stay back and I'll text you later… Or tomorrow."

Emma blinked and laughed, squeezing her with an arm as Regina had quite literally stood there as if she were a statue with features frozen in horror. The blonde quirked a brow.

She knew how awkward the brunette got when it came to situations such as this- where they needn't hide themselves or their relationship- and people like ruby pointed out the obvious technicalities of it so blatantly.

Emma always found it odd how Regina seemed to shy away from labeling herself. Sometimes others, for that fact, though it was mostly personal. She had barely mentioned the nature of their relationship, instead, thinking their lifestyle to be just as the "normal" couples. Of course, Emma understood that. They were human with feelings and desires as everybody else. They weren't anything special or different at all. They were a mundane couple- two people who loved each other and shared their lives with one another- and she marveled in the way that Regina acted as if they were just that.

Though, the factor of having to hide their relationship changed the scenario. They had really only been out in public once, and that was in Boston. The older woman still seemed to think nothing of it, and even seemed proud of herself with Emma by her side. But what would it be like when the two of them would be able to make their relationship public? What would happen then when they went out? It shouldn't be any different, right? Regain was a calm, open minded woman that wouldn't let a thing get too far under her skin.

Hopefully.

"Yeah. You do that. I think it's time to-"

"Get our asses home." Regina finished the blonde's sentence and turned to open the driver's door of her car, face entirely flushed from Ruby's comments.

"Well!" The brunette waitress laughed, moving once again to hug her friend with Belle joining in this time. Each wore a satisfied, yet equally as jovial, smile on their face. "Have fun, Em. Kay?"

"You too." The blonde laughed, saying her goodbyes to the two of her best friends.

She soon after climbed into the Benz next to Regina, exhaling. "I wasn't expecting that."

"I suppose that is the consequence of being… Naughty." She smirked, pulling from the curb.

"You wanted me to prove that I wasn't slow!" Emma's cheeks were burning at the memory.

The brunette hummed softly at the response, amusement lighting upon her features. "You did, and rather well, I might add." The palms of her hands slid over the smooth leather of the steering wheel as she turned the corner with the same saucy smirk that she had previous donned.

"Maybe you could exude a little of that quickness into your driving?" The blonde's words were a playful song in the air, not holding long before the response was given by the roar of the engine. They were left taking off down the empty street at a speed that wasn't legal in this small town.

"Whoa, don't get yourself in trouble." Emma's eyes widened, but she couldn't help the joyous bubble of excitement tingling her being from head to toe.

She was met with a grin as the older woman turned down each street, tracing the path back to her house with the eagerness of a horny teenager. Really, this night wasn't just for the freshly graduated students, were they? "With my cat-like reflexes, we'll be alright." She murmured, finally pulling onto their street.

Emma couldn't have been more relieved- in more ways than just one. Her heart pounded in her ears, a deafening sound that resonated when the engine was cut and they were pulled to a safe stop. Her darkened eyes drew towards the brunette who merely offered her an expectant smirk.

"We're here." She nonchalantly stated, unlocking the doors to the Benz before she exited the aged vehicle with a gentle hum. "I mean, if you are comfortable with joining me in my humble abode?"

"Oh, it would only be my pleasure." Emma was battling the various ruffles of her dress by the time she joined Regina on the path towards the front door. The older woman chuckled at the younger one, helping her out by gently smoothing out the layered white material.

"You mustn't fret long over that dress. It will soon no longer be a problem." Regina stopped her grooming mannerisms to catch the blonde's gaze, her hand slowly pulling from the latter's being. A grin hooked onto her lips, drawing them up into a beautiful beam when Emma stopped suddenly in her fretful tracks. The blonde blinked momentarily, a smile of her own soon carving her face.

"You are beautiful, you know that?" Regina breathed, the hand that had once groomed her young lover came into contact with a blushing cheek, cupping it as if it were a delicate white lily.

"Thanks…" She sheepishly replied. As if she knew how to reply to that without striking up a little tiff. "Y-You look… astonishing toni-"

"Shh…" The brunette stopped the younger woman's compliment by pressing a finger to her lips. "Don't speak. Accept the compliment."

"Okay."

The generous nod given by Emma had her older counterpart chuckling softly, but that was short-lived as she silenced herself with a gentle kiss to the blonde's bewildered mouth. A gasp left her parted lips at the gesture, leaving her to lean in for another taste of those soft, sweet lips once again.

But she was met by air when the brunette pulled away, a key in hand. "We need to get inside, dear." Her hand fell away from Emma's cheek to clasp into the hand that idly remained by her side.

"Yeah…" The blonde nodded quickly, eager once again to enter Regina's domain. The two of them were soon inside the cool foyer, left in the dark silence with nothing but their anxious breaths to fill it.

"Come," Regina tugged at Emma's hand, urging the younger woman to follow her through the darkness. She trusted the brunette in front of her as she was guided up the stairs, taking each slowly until they reached the landing and continued onward. Then they turned into a room that smelled strongly of Regina's spicy perfume.

Then Emma's senses were suddenly flooded by a bright light as the light switch was flicked on by the other party. Blinking to get used to the new light, the blonde was able to make out the room's familiar furnishings and the woman who had owned it. Regina stood beside her with an absent smile as if she were doing the same, staring at nothing in particular.

The only difference that Emma was able to point out was the new dressing on the bed, perfected to match the purple and white ruffles that she and Regina wore. There was something odd about the color combination with ruffles and the brunette's obsession over it. But why inquire further? It was her thing, and the blonde was going to go with it.

The two colors didn't look back together, either.

The bedspread was a violet waterfall of satin ruffles, matching the equally as elegant white satin pillows and rich sheets nearly hidden underneath them all. It almost felt a shame to ruin such a masterpiece. The damned bed looked as if it were from a magazine. It even had those fancy little decorative pillows and shams that Emma found useful to stuff around her.

"Do you like it?" Regina curiously inquired, chestnut orbs rising to meet with Emma's jade ones.

"I love it! It's like one of those magazine beds." The blonde squeezed her girlfriend's hand before letting go of it, all too excited to test the mattress out. She rushed towards the bed and perched on the edge of it, immediately sliding off the slick surface. "Well…"

"Dear…" Regina laughed, stepping forward to help the teenager off the floor. The blonde resembled something that of an angry bunny as she attempted to pick herself up, but to no avail when those heels prevented her from doing so. Kicking them off and far away from her, Emma finally managed to stand with a giggling brunette beside her.

It wasn't like she could stay angry-bunny long, for she too joined in with a giggle of her own. "Sit on the bed fully," she noted to herself. "It's slippery."

"It tends to be like that, Emma." The brunette chuckled softly. She held onto the younger woman's arms still, squeezing them slightly as if to keep her steady; and even when their laughter had died down, leaving the two of them to be caught by the one another's eyes.

Whenever that had happened, Emma couldn't help but to let that smile reach her eyes. What she saw in those dark hues was all that she ever needed. She felt as if all the questions she ever had would be answered by a simple look in those chocolate pools, warm with her soul's reflected emotions.

And it was a beautiful thing when that smile was returned to her. Regina's lips couldn't have curved any further if she were the Cheshire cat because she saw the same in Emma's own, the blonde was hopeful of it.

Oh, but dear, as she gazed into those eyes now, the emotion had transformed. It was once something tragically sweet and now it was defiled by the sudden desire of lust; and it was that lust that drew the two beings closer towards one another to share a magical kiss.

Emma moaned softly against her lover's lips as she sought out the older woman's hips, and when she did, she dug her fingers into the delicate flesh as her toes curled into themselves. This was something beautiful, she hummed her tune with Regina as their intimate moment was shared. The kiss grew more passionate, more devoted towards the original intent leaving bruises on Emma's upper arms and no doubt to Regina's hips.

They gravitated towards each other, closer and closer until their beings met and moved as one, the kiss shared bringing them together in other means. It was frantic, but not sloppy, earning desperate groans as they fought to keep up with each other; hands drifting from their original spots to explore other grounds to root onto, unable to locate the perfect spot.

But then they ended up pulling away, Emma breaking the kiss first to gaze up at the brunette before her, eyes wide and eager. Regina nodded towards the bed where the blonde had immediately obeyed, carefully hopping onto the slick surface of the bedspread as she awaited her queen.

"You should join me." Emma smirked up at the brunette. Her entire body was bursting with new energy and staring at Regina who stood disheveled, lips swollen and pinks, had only increased it tenfold.

The older woman grinned at the invitation and slowly padded towards her blonde lover, each step a seductive sway that drew Emma in deeper. Her once bright, innocent eyes had turned dark and full of lust. Her body was just as responsive when Regina had occupied the space next to her, climbing onto the mattress on her knees.

It gave her height against Emma's slightly slouching form, and when the blonde had moved to straighten up to meet her, her face was lost between two olive hands; lips soon covered by those soft, enticing ones that had her moaning at the sweet sensation. She eagerly responded to the kiss, her lips sliding hungrily against the older woman's as they fueled the kindle fire that had already started to burn. The latter groaned against her lips, hands fervently searching the blonde's body as her own pressed hotly against Emma's.

Her insides were on fire, begging to relieve of the pressure that had her heart thumping and the sensitive parts of her body aching. The pressure that Regina had exerted by her own form did little for Emma, for she had merely responded with a pleased mewl and forced the brunette onto her back.

Their lips broke apart from the sudden change in position, the older woman underneath her blonde lover gazed up with obsidian eyes and a salacious smirk on pink lips. Emma had silently flipped a leg over the brunette's, straddling her hips with hands planted down on either side of her head. She smirked, their silence working together to create a novel as they spoke with the emotions in their rambunctious orbs, telling of a world that their souls bore.

Regina followed Emma's eyes, the untold commands soon fulfilled as she made the first moves by unzipping the pure white dress. The blonde watched on as she had peeled it away, heart thrumming against her chest bringing heat to her face. The ache between her thighs grew unbearable by the time the top of her dress was pooled around her waist with Regina already at the hooks of her bra.

"Why can't clothes just vanish?" She groaned to herself, attempting to help the older woman out of her own violet dress with no fruit to bear. Their position had proven rather difficult to do much with the clothing and had Emma growing more frustrated- both sexually and emotionally.

Regina had nodded at the comment, her fingers sliding up the pale palette of her young lover's back and towards her shoulders where those olive digits plucked at the straps. Emma growled softly and watched as the white scrap of material fell away, leaving her exposed.

She didn't mind the least bit and, instead, had taken advantage to shift into a different position. Her dress was easily removed by then as were her panties, in which she had impatiently ripped off before bringing the curious raven haired woman down on top of her.

The older woman chuckled at the younger woman's haste as she appeared to take things far more slowly. "You certainly are… fast, now, aren't you?

Regina's hand fell to the blonde's cheek, cupping the soft surface. A smile as bright as the sun exploded on her face, leaving Emma to do the same, her heart squeezing in her chest.

"Gorgeous," she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against the corner of Emma's mouth, her hot and moist breath falling in steady puffs against the pale surface.

Emma continued to smile as her hands explored up the brunette's sides, seeking out the zipper of her dress. Easily. She slid the metal piece down, the sound of the teeth separating seemed loud in the otherwise quiet room. Regina purred, hips gyrating slightly as that dress fell away, already exposing the sensitive mounds on her chest.

"Along with the scarf, you seem to have forgotten your bra as well." Emma chuckled softly, a hand sliding from her lover's tawny shoulder to slide down the rounded flesh, cupping the globe as if it were fragile.

Regina moan softly, her back arching into the gentle touch. "Oh, god, I need you more than I thought." She bit her lip, brown eyes disappearing behind their lids.

"I know," Emma growled softly, hands falling to her girlfriend's hips to urge the older woman up. Regina protested for a moment before realizing her current situation, dress still looked around her waist, and made a move to take it off.

The ruffled outfit was on the ground before either of the two could blink and the brunette teacher was completely nude as she settled back on Emma. The blonde had noticed the lack of undergarments, once again, her brows raising in surprise. She hadn't made a comment over the fact, instead, she wrapped her arms around Regina, their bare flesh pressed against one another.
Emma let out a soft grunt, the physical contact something that she had been waiting for. Something beautifully cruel as it weren't enough. The blonde hummed, wrapping her legs around the darker woman who lay between them, a pained look on her face as she attempted to grind against her with no relief.

A pale hand slid down the smooth flesh of Regina's back, landing on her rump as she lifted her head to press a light kiss to the plump lips. Her hand squeezed when the sweet gesture was returned, though far from the innocence that it had intended to be.

The brunette nipped and nibbled, tongue invading the blonde's mouth with great vigor as she slowly began to rock against Emma, the movements giving them a sweet friction that softened the sharp edges of their arousal.

Emma arched her back, fingers digging into the delicious, plump flesh of her lover's ass as the pleasure slowly increased. The nerves in her body grew more alert with each passing movement, coaxing the hairs on her body to stand on end.

Regina's breasts were sweet and soft, yet so miraculously hard as they brushed against her own sensitive chest, forcing her to arch even more as she attempted to exert more pressure.

"Oh," the blonde gasped sharply, the moan dissipating into her former teacher's mouth. It was met with Regina's own pleasured noises as an olive hand disappeared between their heated bodies. Emma gasped at the exploring fingers, her body responding jerkily as they brushed over every sensitive part of her body. Over the excited pert of her chest to her ticklish sides and down the curve of them to land on her hip.

Emma merely whimpered, legs falling from around Regina's waist as the latter had that curious hand tease between them. The slender digits explored the slick folds, dipping tauntingly between them with a menacing smile. The younger woman's breath hitched at the long awaited contact, her hips bucking up and grinding down in a desperate need for more. She murmured a plea, her entire body restless now as it was promised the relief it needed. Her own hands had encouraged, massaging her lover's backside as the other wrapped over her shoulder, short nails scratching against the tawny flesh.

This had, in fact, encouraged the brunette, for she thrust two digits between the aching folds. Her body moved with them, forcing a sharp gasp to fall from Emma's lips as she desperate gyrated against each thrust that was given from the brunette.

"Regina," Emma grunted the older woman's name, her face burying into raven locks as she continued to ride those fingers desperate. The duo had turned into a trio soon enough as the brunette shifted, pumping those fingers deeper and harder.

"Do you like that?" She husked, her face glistening with a sheen of sweat and glowing with a salacious smile.

"Mm-hmm..!" Emma barely managed, nodding as she continued to grind up against those pleasing fingers, using Regina's shoulder as leverage to keep up with the set pace.

The brunette growled when her ass had been slapped, another encouragement for her continued pace. Her eyes only grew darker, the thrusts faster, and her own hips moving against Emma's thigh to put the edge off her growing arousal.

This only had Emma's moaning echo in the large bedroom. Her thigh had grown damper with each grind of her lover's hips, adding to the pressure building up within her loins.

Regina purred, a look of bliss on her face reflecting her young lover's as she felt the latter grown closer. Her thumb shifted to find the sweetest spot, brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves that had Emma seeing stars.

White exploded in the blonde's vision as she tipped over the edge, hips bucking into Regina's quick paced ones with a hearty cry. The older woman hadn't bothered to slow her pace as she helped ride that magical climax out.

"Fuck!" The word was a short shout when the blonde finally tumbled down that celestial mountain, her chest heaving and her skin slick with sweat.

The two of them lay there, each breathless as they stared into each other's eyes. A pale smile met a crimson one as chocolate met forest.

And them Emma was on top of the older woman with a giant smirk on her lips. Regina looked beautiful with messy hair and a luscious smile. The older woman looked up at her, legs opening for the younger one as she silently pressed a path of kisses down her chest.

The brunette giggles softly, her fingers curling into thick, blonde curls. She squirmed slightly, moaning as Emma's journey hadn't stopped. Her lips caressed the olive flesh, venturing from the valley between her breasts dipping down across her stomach until she finalized her voyage to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Both moaned.

Emma inhaled the musky scent of her lover, the excitement building between her thighs already. She had been waiting for this for far too long, or so it seemed. Groaning softly to herself, the blonde dipped her head between her lover's thighs to get the long desired taste of the soaked folds, greedily lapping up the sweet nectar.

"Emma!" Regina immediately cried, hips sliding forward to add the desired pressure. Emma didn't hesitate to explore, her tongue delving between the nether lips to seek out the pert little bud that had a sharp cry echo in the room.

Accomplished, the blonde moved closer, her hands latching onto Regina's hips as she quickened her pace to earn more of the honeyed notes. It was a beautiful medley of musical pleasure when she had succeeded in that, the brunette's hips moving in time with each flick of the tongue.

"Yes! Please! I need to come!" The teacher pleaded, her fingers tangling and tugging desperately in those golden locks as she continued to shift wantonly against Emma's face.

The blonde growled softly against her lover as her hair was tugged at once again by those olive digits that had weaved themselves in. It was nothing but pure desperation in the air, filled with cried and the heat of their love. Hips fringing against a tongue that aimed to please and teasing fingers that toyed with the sensitive folds below.

The teacher cried out as she attempted to add more pressure, her legs drifting further apart. "M-more!" A hand fell to the blonde's shoulder to squeeze, nails digging painfully into the hot, pale flesh.

Emma abided the request with a grunt, her head moving in time with her tongue as she carefully slid a single digit into her lover. And that had Regina's back arching off the bed, hands seeking solace in anything nearby as her peak hit hard and fast. She lay stiff, convulsing against the blonde's finger that helped ride out the heavenly heights.

And soon she fell, crashing back onto the mattress of reality. Her chest heaved to catch a breath as Emma pulled away from her position, licking her lips before wiping the rest of the moisture from her face. She had other plans for that raven haired beauty.

Crawling slowly up the length of her lover's scrumptious form, she laid atop her heavily as she sought out the sultry lips awaiting her. Strong, tanned arms wrapped around her, pressing their nude flesh together in an intimate gesture even as Regina had turned onto her side with the blonde. Her legs curled around pale ones, intertwining them as laces would on shoes.

Their intimate kiss ended soon after, leaving them to hold each other as if they were afraid of being separated. Their breaths mingled as one, eyes staring dark and lust blown into each other's own.

"I love you," breathed the brunette, a single finger trailing from Emma's back to her face, petting it as if it were something so precious.

Emma's response wasn't too fast, nor too hesitant as she replied, eyes drooping as if she had gotten drunk off the loving caress. "I love you too, Gina."

Regina smiled at those five little words, her hand moving up the blonde's face to curl into those perfect blonde locks, slightly damped with sweat. Emma gazed up at her, heart seeming to squeeze in her chest. Her grip tightened as she lay her head on the older woman's chest, a happy hum falling from her lips.

Life seemed so perfect.

Emma was happy. Or as well as she could be for what felt like the first time in her life. Perhaps that was because she had finally started it? Would this be that point, she wondered silently as her hand absently stroked the brunette's arm? Or had she long before once meeting the joy of her life?

Whatever that may have been, she didn't mind. She was here now and the technicalities were unimportant, right?

Opening her eyes, she gazed upon the brunette who kept her eyes closed with a soft smile, fingers still combing absently through the gold strands.

Right.

Nothing else mattered.