a/n: FAVOURITE CHAPTER
it's like...smut and angst and regina-emma banter and sort of initiation of some kind of relationship? YEAH. so um, like, warning: sexy office times and emma putting her freaking foot in everything aha. weee, what fun.
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I glowered at any student who even glanced my way. I was in such a shitty mood for a Friday and I was sure we were quite the sight; I was hunched over, hobbling, clutching at my ruined tee shirt guiltily as Regina strode in front smirking with her chin in the air like she was the fat cat that caught the canary. A few of the kids who'd spoke out that one frightful History lesson last week scoffed and sniggered at us.
"Ms Swan, take no notice of the students and hurry up," Regina clipped as she opened the door for me.
"Told you it was true," a little blonde girl giggled to a girl with brown curly hair beside her. I glared at the blonde; she sat in the back row of my History class.
"Ms Powell, do you not have better things to do in your spare time then stand outside the office and agitate my staff?"
The blonde girl paled and I poked her tongue out at her. Yes, real mature for a teacher. Regina was clearly suppressing a childish eye roll and instead opted for her trademark huff then glare with pursed lips.
"Ms Swan, if you please…" she motioned her hand towards the open door and I ducked inside.
"I have come to the conclusion that I have essentially hired a child, yes?" Regina stepped in front of me and smiled brightly at me. How the hell she'd managed to go from scary Principal to sassy hot lady in a matter of seconds scared me. I felt my cheeks flush as my eyebrows rose into my hairline.
"Oh come off it Ms Swan, I'm simply playing with you," she swatted her hand at me playfully as she punched in the code to the sealed off staff area. The door pinged and she rested her shoulder against it. The heavy door swung soundlessly against the thick brown carpet. She winked as she held the door open again for me. Okay, Regina was being unnecessarily kind towards me and I'm still not entirely sure how to respond.
"After you…Ms Swan," she whispered into my ear as I crossed the threshold into my own possible hell. The office was empty bare a single blonde wiry haired woman who tapped loudly at a computer.
"Afternoon Regina, keen for the weekend?" she beamed as she took a sip from a porcelain mug,
"Definitely; I've never wanted to get away from these children quicker," Regina swished off towards the main white washed hallway as I followed awkwardly.
"That's Mal, my assistant," her heels clicked on the floor, "but we all call her Maleficent,"
"Maleficent?" I asked as Regina untangled a set of keys from inside her blazer pocket, "like the dragon lady from Sleeping Beauty?"
Regina hummed in agreement as she unlocked the Head Master's door. She pressed the door back until it clicked and nudged a door stop in the shape of a cat against it.
"Do I want to know why?" I poked the cat with the edge of my boot curiously as Regina made her way to a small black cupboard at the back of the room.
"Students are scared of her and she has a thing for crows," Regina swung the cupboard open and clucked her tongue as she looked at the thin stack of pressed shirts folded in the corner.
"Scared of her? She's tiny and red cheeked and…cute," I muttered. Regina chuckled as she bent down,
"Malory is not cute when she's yelling at students about the clear differences between hexagons and pentagons. Trust me, I know,"
"Sheesh, crazy lady,"
"She's not crazy, she's just…peculiar, Ms Swan," Regina passed me a selection of three shirts; a maroon blouse, a silver button up or a white tee shirt. I grabbed the silver one. "I wouldn't hire her if she was nuts,"
"You hired me so," I shrugged as I unfolded the shirt out on Regina's perfectly organised desk. I smiled at Regina as I played with the buttons on my wet shirt. She grimaced at me,
"By pure chance dear, I would have terminated your employment now if I did not find you…suitable,"
"Hot, you mean," I grinned as she glared at my shirt which had bumped her perfect alignment of ball point pens.
"That too, but your teaching ethics are quite refreshing,"
"I'm a shit teacher Regina; you don't have to sugar coat it," I leaned my hip against her desk, crossing my arms as the Principal sighed. She stepped closer and fiddled with my rolled up sleeves; her eyes grazing across my slightly exposed chest.
"That's certainly not what I'm getting at Ms Swan,"
"Emma," I clarified, "Please for the love of God, can you call me Emma. I feel like I'm being punished when you use Ms Swan,"
"Dear, I can punish you if you like," she had this glint in her eye that suggested that I do just that, just so she could have her wicked way with me. Not that I'd mind at all. "But you and I are both adults – even though I question that term with you most days – so I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement,"
Was it just me or was it suddenly ninety degrees inside this room? I tugged awkwardly at the collar of my shirt, hoping to air it out a little. Regina tip-toed her slim fingers up my arm and wrapped them delicately around my neck. This felt ridiculously natural.
"Now, should we get you out of that wet shirt?" Her voice was low and husky and good God, I could drown myself in it.
"And by 'we', you mean 'I'?"
Regina scrunched up her nose in distaste, "if that's what you wish Ms Swan,"
"Emma," I rebuked, "and not necessarily…um, Regina,"
Regina raised an eyebrow at my last comment, "oh is that so?" she skimmed her hands down the front of my shirt,
"Geez, you're making me all hot and bothered when you look at me like that," I jerked away my head as her rosy lips neared my throat.
"Well it seems to me I've done my job then," Her cool breath caressed the sensitive skin just below my earlobe and I moaned quietly. Regina tittered at my response,
"Now, shirt…off Ms Swan,"
Clearly she was not going to start calling me Emma anytime soon so I scowled at her.
"Don't make me force it off you dear,"
"You'd like that wouldn't you Mills,"
"So very much so but I cannot do it if you are not willing; I will not be hit with lawsuit claims because of sexual harassment,"
She was good, oh boy was Regina good. She was not letting go without a fight. I rolled my head back and sighed up at the roof,
"Fine, can you at least close the door and blinds, like Mary Margaret said, I don't want to scare the children,"
Regina obediently closed the door. I heard the faint click of the lock going into place. There were butterflies smashing their tiny little heads against the lining of my stomach as she flicked the blinds up; suddenly throwing us into a warm dimness.
"Now," Regina edged forward, her nimble fingers going straight for the bottom of my blouse, "where were we?"
There was no way out of this now. She had me up against the cold stone wall, her hands making quick work of the bottom button. Shit, shit, shit. My sudden burst of sexual confidence had instantly disappeared when Regina laid her palms flat on my bare front. Her hands were so warm and felt so familiar and right, and God, I kind of hated it a little bit. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be so damn interested in me. How could a successful, hot Principal be remotely interested in a cruddy contract teacher like me? I was so easily replaceable in the education world.
"Regina, I" but she silenced me with a brutal and demanding kiss. I needed to turn my brain off. I needed to slip into the heaven that Regina was so willingly offering me. And damn, her hands were taking too long on the next button. I reached down and pried her off me as I ripped the shirt clean off my body. I shoved her against her desk, her butt instantly colliding with the hard wood. Regina attached her mouth to my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. Right in that moment, I think I was living every boy's dream; banging the hot teacher on a desk. Well, not necessarily banging, just hard core making out at this point. Oh, wait. Regina was grinding on me. Shit. She pulled me closer to her by tugging me via my belt loops. I let my hands roam down over her curves and stopped to play with the zipper on her side. She slapped my hand away as I tried to jerk it down gracelessly.
"No, not now, later," she mumbled hotly as she trailed kisses down my neck. What do you mean 'not know later'? How long was this going to go for? I had class this afternoon. I think.
"Later?" I queried as she snatched my drifting hands and slapped them right onto her heavy breasts. Regina gasped as I squeezed her boobs; rolling them between my palms and pinching where I assumed the nipples were.
"Yes, later on Ms Swan. I will not let you fuck me in my office; that is what beds are made for,"
Great, so at some point, hopefully in the near foreseeable future, we will be at either one's houses, banging. I liked it, but also wanted to strangle the woman because I had to wait when she had me so easily at the School Disco.
"Fine by me Ms Mills," I purred into her ear, "my place or yours?"
"You still owe me spaghetti dear, don't you forget," she nibbled on my collarbone. Now I had to find a way to get Henry out the house because I could guarantee I would attempt sex on the kitchen counter before moving it to the bedroom.
"And I have the constant presence of a son Regina,"
"And if you wanted me so bad, you'd use your imagination to get rid of him," she hummed as she laid the flat of her tongue against the base of my throat and dragged it up. Wait. Did she just insult me, because I felt insulted? I pulled away, staring her straight in the eye.
"What's the supposed to mean?"
Regina clenched her thighs, hoping to cage me in. She plucked nervously at the hem of my jeans.
"Well, we can't exactly engage in any sort of sexual behaviour while your son is around",
"Oh and why is that?"
I almost regretted immediately asking that question because Regina waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively, "because I can assure you, you won't be quiet."
"Me? Excuse me, I can make a girl come and groan until the cows come home," I scoffed as Regina smiled at my little rhyme.
"So sure of yourself Ms Swan; cocky almost. I like it,"
"Almost as much as my spaghetti," I quipped as the Principal groaned and rested her forehead on my chest.
"That sauce was divine. I am looking forward to this dinner arrangement,"
"If you make that noise at my pasta sauce, I'm keen to see what other noises you are capable of making,"
Regina laughed softly and sighed against my skin as I ran my fingers through her soft hair. She'd loosened her killer grip from around my waist and I felt a nice constant circulation of blood flow head back down my legs.
"I've killed the mood, haven't I?"
"Yes very much so dear,"
"Sorry," Regina peeled herself off of me and the lack of skin contact made me shiver. She smiled sweetly at me and pressed her lips to the skin just above my left boob.
"No matter Ms Swan, it was inappropriate of me to initiate such a situation anyway,"
"Do you ever use dumb words?" I asked as she slid off the desk, straightening her jacket. I stood awkwardly, covering my bare stomach with my hands. Regina snorted.
"Please Ms Swan, I am a woman who enjoys the finer things in life and that includes the extensive usage of a high vocabulary,"
"Yeah okay, but how does someone like me fit into all of that?"
Regina's fingers froze on the silver shirt that had somehow ended up on the floor.
"Whatever to do you mean dear?"
"Come off it Regina; I'm a middle class citizen who lives in a rental on the other side of town with a thirteen year old son with no father figure, and…and…you," I motioned to her impeccable sense of fashion, manicured fingernails and shiny preened hair.
"And what,"
"And you're perfect; a little bit crazy I'll say, but perfect,"
Regina studied the tops of her high heels as she chewed the inside of her mouth.
"Emma, I am not perfect".
"No, you really are Regina. Like, I'm pretty sure we are talking about the same banging hot Regina Mills here,"
She smiled sadly, "Emma…"
"Fine, you can disagree with me now, but sooner or later you're going to have to believe me," I growled as I snatched the shirt out of Regina's shaking hands and stuck my arm through one of the sleeves. Regina avoided my eyes as she quietly helped me into the silver blouse. I let my hands hang beside my sides as she sighed.
"You took that other shirt off, I'd like to put this one on you," she mumbled tenderly. I didn't stop her. I guess she needed this to wrap her head around the statement I had angrily yelled at her moments ago. Her knuckles brushed my tense stomach as she fastened the bottom button. She leaned down and planted an open mouth kiss just above the button; just below my belly button. I gasped as she straightened herself again. Regina bit her lip as she fastened the second one and leaned down again.
I wasn't sure why she was doing this but I wasn't going to stop it. I let my eyes droop as I felt her hot tongue briefly on my skin. She continued this torturous routine with every button until she reached the last top one. Regina glanced at my lips as she popped the button through the hole. I bowed my head slightly and brushed my lips against hers.
"God, I want you so bad," I brought my hands to either side of her face and pushed my tongue into her mouth hungrily. She moaned enthusiastically.
"I'm going to cook you the best pasta you've ever tasted,"
"And I'm going to fuck you so hard; you won't be able to walk straight for a week,"
"Looking forward to it Ms Mills,"
"Now buzz off before I change my mind and completely ravage you on my desk," Regina kissed me quickly again and squeezed my butt.
"Good because I have a class to teach. How would I ever explain it to them?" I winked as she opened the blinds and chucked my old shirt back into the cupboard.
"I'm sure you can use your imagination,"
"Don't doubt that for a second Regina; you have yet to see what I can do with a bit of rope and a can of whipped cream,"
Regina moaned loudly as she pulled open the door. It was a few degrees cooler out in the hall.
"Good day Ms Swan," Regina raised her chin as another teacher headed down the corridor towards us.
"Good day Ms Mills,"
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