a/n: so I'm currently stranded in Guernsey so I'm going to update while I wait. This was one of my favourite chapters to write, to be honest. so fun mwahahaha
"She bloody deep throated a frigging banana in front of me Ruby, what was I supposed to do?" I whispered angrily to the brunette Art teacher as she picked through her chicken and bacon salad. The staffroom was fairly packed and I did not want this conversation getting around. I had saved a seat next to me for Mary Margaret for when she came back from lunch duty. Ruby just shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know man, but she totally wants you,"
"Really," I replied sarcastically as I unwrapped my store bought ham and salad sandwich, "because I thought, you know, her sucking a banana off and touching me on the thigh was just friendly things to do,"
"Hey, friends with benefits, you never know,"
"And," I took a bite from the sandwich and chewed it, "her and I are working together for the Disco,"
"Shit man, you are screwed," Ruby giggled as she wrestled a large piece of lettuce in between her teeth. The staffroom door banged open and a less than pleasant looking Mary Margaret stumbled in. I patted the spot beside me and she fell into a heap, her head resting on the large table.
"You okay, buddy?" Ruby snickered as Mary groaned. The pixie haired English and History teacher had definitely hit the vodka hard last night.
"I am never doing that again Emma," I slipped her two Panadols and my water bottle. She took them gratefully and popped her lips as she finished drinking, "I'm pretty sure Jacob Whitlock's essay was where this game totally screwed me over," Mary closed her eyes as the staffroom door opened again; this time, Regina waltzed through.
"Op, banana bitch is back," Ruby placed her empty salad container onto the table and winked at me as Regina came over.
"Ah Emma, I was hoping I would find you here. Uh," she glanced over to Mary who had now put her hands over her eyes and was puffing out her cheeks, "Ms Blanchard is everything okay?"
"Ask Emma," she groaned.
"Care to elaborate dear?" Regina asked coolly,
"Drinking game," I smiled up at the Principal and she frowned,
"On a school night...? Really Ms Blanchard,"
"Emma got me into it. Tell her what you do,"
Ruby was also quite intrigued.
"For every mistake you circle on a final draft, you take a sip. Or in Mary Margaret's case, a shot,"
"Genius," Ruby stared at me in awe,
"Stupid," Regina rolled her eyes at the three of us.
"And Jacob Whitlock is probably the most incompetent student Emma and I teach," Mary cracked open an eye to stare at Regina, "and I happen to get his essay,"
"You could've taken A to M, but you chose N to Z," I handed Mary my water bottle again and she drank heavily,
"Stupid Whitlock,"
"I think I actually love you Emma," Ruby laughed as she patted me sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Block him Kate, go around him. Stephen, take Louis's position. Shoot damn it, shoot!" I threw my fist into the air as the little ginger boy in a blue bib reached up and shot the netball in a perfect arch through the hoop.
"Blue is on four, Yellow is on three. Come on guys we've got ten minutes left until the end of the day. Give it your all,"
A warm breeze caressed the inside on my legs as I stood on the edge of the red netball courts. The sun was super harsh as I wiped a trickle of sweat from my temple and blew the whistle that hung on my lanyard.
The class repositioned themselves on the court and I blew the whistle again. Yellow sunk two balls and a girl from the Red team tripped Yellow's shooter.
"Miss, Jennifer tripped me!" the girl tumbled onto the asphalt, holding her bleeding knee.
"Jennifer! Go sit under the tree, I will deal with you soon! Guys, start packing up". Jennifer grumbled as she marched off to the large tree that shaded half of the courts.
"She did a bit of number on you, didn't she?" I grabbed a nearby water bottle and squeezed cold water onto the wound, washing away the oozing blood. It wasn't too deep but she still needed to go to sick bay.
"Louis! Can you take…sorry, what's your name?"
"Julia," she smiled at me as I helped her to her feet,
"Louis can you take Julia to the sick bay please," I grabbed Julia's palm and scribbled a leave pass into her skin. She giggled when she realised my complete and utter laziness to grab an actual piece of paper.
Louis grinned and took the injured girl away. Dismissing the class three minutes before they were actually supposed to go, got me a few high fives and yelps of glee.
"Now Jennifer," I squatted down to the red cheeked blonde girl, "why'd you trip Julia?"
"I didn't mean to, she just got, like, in the way," she huffed as she watched Louis place a protective arm around the hobbling Julia. I raised her eyebrows at her,
"Or maybe because you're jealous of her?"
Jennifer scowled at me, "None of your business,"
I bowed my head, "You're right. I'm sorry. Just promise me you won't go tripping people again or I will have to give you a detention,"
"Yeah sure Miss," she hopped up and ripped off her bib and chucked it in the mismatched pile beside us, "See you later Miss,"
I sighed and hung my head. Jennifer mumbled another round of apologises and my head snapped up. Bloody Hell, it was Regina.
"Come to punish me for not giving that girl a detention," I sneered as I picked the white ball up and held in against my hip, "Ms Mills,"
"Hardly," she raised her chin up at me as I bounced the ball against the cement, "I came to see how you're going,"
I stared up into the bright blue sky and exhaled, "three times in one day Regina; you don't seem to be giving all the other new staff this much attention,"
She bowed her head in acknowledgement, "but the new staff, they aren't you, are they Ms Swan?"
"Bloody hope not," I grumbled as I started splitting the bibs up into colour coded piles. I definitely could feel a headache coming on and I really did not want to deal with Regina right now. But there she stood, in her damn pants suit, killer heels with her wrists crossed at her stomach. The wind blew again and Regina's perfume hit my nose like a tidal wave of ecstasy. Was she literally wearing lesbian hormones or something?
"You okay Ms Swan?"
"Yep," I popped my lips on the 'P' and continued to sort of the bibs. I was pretty sure Regina was staring at my tits where my loose polo shirt fell away from my chest.
"Would you like to play with me, Ms Swan?"
I almost broke my neck at the speed I looked up at her. Her stiletto rested on the volley ball as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Wouldn't want to ruin your heels Ms Mills," I smirked. Okay, maybe I could withstand the hot woman for a little while longer because how was I supposed to say no when she looked at me like that?
Regina flicked off her heels and stood barefoot on the asphalt, flexing her toes.
"Or…or your outfit," I licked my lips but Regina just grinned as she peeled off her black jacket and flung it over a low branch of the massive tree.
"Are you just finding excuses not to verse me Emma?" Regina untucked her short sleeved white shirt from her trousers and aired it out a little. I caught a glimpse of a toned stomach and almost moaned. How the hell was this woman even interested in me? How, look at her, she's perfection. She tucked her hair behind her ears and waited for me.
"Your move dear,"
I dampened my lips and gave her a quick once over with my eyes. She didn't even blush under my gaze, hell, I think she was smug.
"Fine,"
"You block, I shoot, deal?"
"Hardly; I was the best shooter in school," Regina took no notice to my whine and picked up the ball, holding it gingerly between her fingertips.
"Well, unfortunately for you, I rule this school and therefore, you do what I say," Her eyes sparkled mischievously. Two can play this game you crazy hot woman.
"Oh, is that so? And what would happen if I was to disobey your direct orders?"
The hot Principal padded towards me, spinning the ball in her hands, her hips swaying.
"Like any school teacher, I'd punish them. Severely,"
"Aw, kinky Ms Mills," I winked at her and she was taken aback by my sudden burst of confidence. But her eyes narrowed dangerously at me,
"You're playing a dangerous game, Ms Swan. I'll have you know I always win,"
"I do not doubt that one bit," I pried the ball from Regina's hands. She did not let up easily.
"Then why do you still refuse me?"
Clearly this conversation had completely gone out of context. Oh man, this was a dangerous game.
"You like the chase Regina, what kind of terrible person would I be if I just gave in?" I shrugged my shoulders as she snarled. My heart was thumping away loudly and I was quite impressed it hadn't shattered my ribcage. She chewed her lip as she mulled over her words.
"You are infuriating Ms Swan,"
"And you love it," I leaned in, wiggling my eyebrows at her. I shoved the ball hard against Regina's tense stomach, "your move…Mills,"
In the twenty or so minutes that we played, the school had completely emptied, leaving us alone on the dusty netball courts. If Henry hadn't insisted that he would walk home with his best friend Tom, I would have been out of here, but I couldn't. Not when a pink cheeked Regina Mills breathed erratically as she bounced a ball against the cement, the sound echoing out across the silence grounds.
"Show us your moves Mills," I squatted down, watching the ball rise and fall from Regina's hands. She was quick, that was for sure. Didn't help she was actually pretty small without her towering heels. She had successfully shot five hoops and one was a definitely fluke because I was too distracted by the strip of toned stomach that showed itself every time she raised her arms up.
Regina grinned and straightened,
"Don't sass me Swan, I own your arse,"
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" I quipped as she stepped forward, her wrist ready to flick the ball effortlessly into the hoop. I jumped as she did; my hands colliding unexpectedly with the ball. Regina squeaked and reached out to steady herself before she landed, but her soft hand landed at the hem of my purple polo. Her nails caught the edge and suddenly her fingers were gliding over my stomach. I had to fight every single fibre in my body not too moan.
I stumbled backwards, my spine connecting hard with the metal pole of the hoop. Regina fell onto my chest and her hands landed on my bare hips where my shirt had rolled up from her grabbing at it mid-air. The ball rolled around the rim of the hoop as we both stared up at it. Regina still hadn't removed her hands and I was not complaining. The ball teetered for a second, and then fell through.
"She shoots…" Regina smirked as the ball bounced off my head and rolled away. It was definitely time to wipe that smug look off the Principal's face. I wrapped my arm around her waist, spun her around and slammed her up against pole; her hands in one of my hands pinned up above our heads.
Regina gasped as my lips brushed the skin of her exposed neck,
"She scores," I pressed a kiss to her collarbone and ran my tongue up her throat, flicking her earlobe with the tip of my tongue. She moaned as she pulled me closer.
"Time out, Ms Mills," I wriggled free from her possessive grasp and I had never seen such a death stare than the one I was receiving from Regina Mills at that moment.
"No, no, you…" she lunged forwards, grabbing my cheeks firmly with her palms. She crushed her lips onto mine, but I peeled her off me.
"You don't get to decide when or whether or not we get to kiss, that's my role," Regina fumed, her black hair fluttered in the wind, "I rule this school,"
"Looks like you're about to be brought down a peg there Mills," I wiped the red lipstick from my mouth mockingly and spat onto the ground. She took a menacing step forward, her chest hard against mine.
"I will have you," she moaned, "if it's the last thing I do,"
"Good. I like a bit of a challenge,"
Regina raised an eyebrow, "so optimistic Emma. By the time your contract here is done, I will have you begging me to be in between your legs,"
"Two can play this game, Regina,"
"But I always…win," she beared her teeth at me, her eyes ablaze with lust.
a/n: I'm actually annoyed at how possessively hot I have made Regina. ugh.