A/N: Thanks for the favorites and follows! Here's part two. (Note: all of this is backstory leading up to part five, which was the original idea I had for this story). And my apologies if you've received multiple notifications. When I uploaded this earlier today I got an error message so I had to delete and reupload. This site has changed a lot since I was last publishing stuff on here so I'm still figuring it out :)

PART TWO – THE TEACHER'S LOUNGE

"Did you have a good Thanksgiving?" Robin handed Regina the cup of coffee he just poured in the teacher's lounge as he grabbed another cup for himself. It was their first Monday back at work after the long holiday weekend, and the preceding elevator incident, and both were in dire need of caffeine.

"Yes, thank you. Did you?"

"It was fine. I caught up on grading and watched American football, though I've spent eight years in this country and I still don't understand why everyone here seems to be obsessed with it."

"I never understood that myself. Thank God Henry never wanted to play. I can't imagine having to sit through a game every Friday night for months at a time."

"Especially here. Storybrooke High School football players are not exactly known for their athletic prowess." Robin and Regina both chuckled, thinking of their school's humble team that hadn't won a game all season.

"Well, hello there!" Killian Jones interrupted the pair as he reached for a tea bag with Emma Swan not too far behind. "I heard you two had quite the adventure before break." He winked at Regina before wrapping his arm around Emma's waist. "You sure chose a good spot to wait out the power outage."

"Yes, a six-by-six box is a delightful place to be trapped." Regina rolled her eyes.

"It is if you're with the right company, am I right?" He lightly patted Emma's ass as he gave Robin a knowing look. Robin ignored him. "Oh, come on, really? As much as you two hate each other, passionate hate sex never crossed your mind when confined to a small, dark space?"

Regina did her best to look disgusted. "There was absolutely no hate sex. Not in the elevator, not ever," Regina said as she tossed her now empty coffee cup in the trash. For good measure, she added: "and there never will be," looking pointedly at Robin.

Emma chimed in, changing the subject. "Hey Regina, Mary Margaret will be here soon. Let's go finalize details for her bachelorette party." Emma grabbed Regina's hand and led her over to the couches in the corner of the lounge, leaving Robin and Killian in the kitchenette.

"Thank you." Regina sighed as she sat down.

"No problem. Now, are you going to tell me what's going on with you and Robin?"

"Ugh, not you, too. Nothing happened."

"Maybe not yet, but everyone can smell the pheromones coming off you two."

"There are no pheromones. I can't stand him. He's cocky and a giant ass, and screws any woman that so much as looks at him."

"Are you speaking from experience?" Emma smirked and Regina just stared back at her friend in feigned horror. "Fine. But for not being able to stand him, you sure have strong feelings."

"Yeah, strong feelings of hatred." Regina picked a piece of lint off her skirt.

"It's foreplay."

"What?" Regina turned her head sharply to look at Emma.

"It's foreplay, not hatred."

"Did you really just say that?"

"What? You know I'm right."

"You're not."

"What about the Halloween party?" Emma was the only person who knew about Halloween, and Regina was grateful Emma had kept her word and not said anything to anyone else - she really didn't need rumors circulating. Killian had thrown his annual over-the-top Halloween party down at Storybrooke Harbor and on his family's yacht. After a few drinks and a particularly scary haunted cannery experience, Emma had caught Robin and Regina making out in the yacht's utility closet. "Had I not been drunk and lost looking for the bathroom when I walked in on you, who knows what would have happened between you two."

"Nothing would have happened. I was coming to my senses and about to stop it right when you came in."

"Uh huh. It sure looked that way with your tits nearly popping out of your corset."

"Ugh. Don't be vulgar." Regina sighed and unconsciously crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the back of the couch.

"Okay, sorry. So, you're seriously saying it was a one-time thing and you're not ever going there again?"

"Correct." Regina kept a straight face as she waited to see if Emma could see through her blatant lie.

"Okay. I believe you. For now." She looked at her friend as she leaned back on the couch.

"Seriously, Emma, it was a one-time lapse in judgment fueled by whatever the hell was in that punch Killian made. Never. Again." She punctuated her statement with a flick of her hand.

Emma gave her a questioning look. "Uh huh. For what it's worth, I do think you guys would be good together...or at least have really spectacular sex if nothing else." Regina shook her head and sent Emma warning glare. "Alright, I have to head to class. Don't forget about Mary Margaret's bachelorette weekend. We leave at 4pm on Friday." The two women picked up their purses and headed out the door.

"Of course. I'm looking forward to it. It'll be nice to get away for the weekend. I just have to drop Henry off at my mother's house after work but I'll be ready to go by 4."

"Where are you ladies off to?" Regina jumped as she heard Robin's voice behind them, not realizing that he and Killian had jogged to catch up to them in the hallway.

"Class."

"Ha, funny. I meant this weekend."

"Mary Margaret's bachelorette party is this weekend. We're going skiing in Vermont," Emma replied as Regina did her best to ignore Robin's lingering presence.

"That sounds fun. Well, this is where I must leave you." Robin hit the call button for the staff elevator to head up to his fourth floor classroom. When the doors opened, he paused. "Mills, are you coming?"

Regina stared at him. "I'll take the stairs." She turned around and walked toward the stairwell, her heels echoing with each step she took.