a/n: yo guys, if there is any sort of situation (sexual or normal; and when i mean sexual not hard core shit, like emma under regina's desk when she's in the middle of a meeting? i mean, WHOOPS, spoiler alert for another future chapter...) any situation you'd like me to play around with slash place these darlings in, feel free to pm me on here or inbox me on tumblr at ant1ers. tumblr. com :) if i use ya idea, i will shout you out in that particular chapter :) :)
(i'm NOT running out of ideas, i have a shit tonne of my own, but you guys seem to have quite...vivid imaginations so)
Happy reading! x
Emma

"Oh good, you've covered yourself up,"

Mary Margaret barged into the empty classroom as I sat marking the last of my ancient Egypt essays.

"Uh hello to you to Mary Margaret," I threw my red pen down on the table and stretched.

"What the hell happened in that staffroom Emma?" She dropped her classwork onto one of the nearby tables, slammed her hands on top of it and glared at me.

"I accidentally splashed myself with some water from the tap,"

"Oh and suddenly your shirt came undone with the sheer impact of the water?"
"Clearly,"

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes at me, "Ugh, I can't believe you Emma Swan. Regina was there, Regina! She could have had your backside fired for that,"

"Don't talk down to me like I'm another one of your students Ms Blanchard," I snapped, "I am a grown adult and I make my own mistakes,"

'Regina though!"

"Regina…Regina she," I was not going to lie. I never really lied much unless it was a little white one to stop a shit storm of hurt coming somebody's way, but Mary Margaret needed to know the truth, "Regina, she liked it okay?"

Mary Margaret looked taken back, "what?"

"Regina liked it. She thought it was funny and sexy and good God, Mary, she is perfect,"

"I don't care if you think the sun shines out of Regina's arse; we work in a school for crying out loud,"

"I had a backup plan alright? Anyway, I had a spare shirt in my car," No, no I didn't.

"And what was this ingenious, brilliant plan of yours Emma? Get her into her office to get changed and have sex with her on her desk?"

"Actually yes,"

Mary Margaret's blue eyes widened, "no, you can't be serious?"

"I am serious and I did just that, thank you very much Ms nosy Blanchard," I retorted as I stacked my tiny pile of work up and collected it against my chest, "now, do you need any more time to fire shitty judgemental remarks at me or am I free to leave?"

Mary Margaret stared at me. I fidgeted under her glare as she sighed, "look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I've had a long day and I didn't mean to take it out on you,"

I stayed quiet. I was not going to accept her apology so easily.

"To be honest, I would have done the same thing if I was you and Regina was David," Mary Margaret shrugged half-heartedly and a small smile graced her lips. I couldn't help myself,

"What you, a slut for David?"

"Hey, underneath this school teacher persona, a feisty man eater lurks," she giggled as she winked.

"Good grief Ms Blanchard," I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but laugh. The tension dissipated immediately.

"I shouldn't judge you on what tickles your fancy Emma. It's just that…she's totally nuts. She will chew you up and spit you out before you could even say the word 'corn chip'"

"…Corn chip?"

"I'm hungry,"

"Right,"

Mary Margaret shook her head as she smirked. She laid a booklet on each of the tables,

"Nice shirt by the way; you suit Regina's clothes,"

So I now had Henry, Kathryn, David, Ruby and now Mary Margaret on my side for this whole Regina relationship thing. I didn't care for much for anyone else. Leroy was already for it and Astrid would probably just turn a blind eye. I didn't know much of the other staff but I'm sure they'd be slightly appreciative of the fact that I'd taken Regina's attention away from throwing them snide remarks and mildly degrading comments.

I had one last shitty class before this extraordinarily bizarre but fabulous day was over; History. This class was terrible when it came to my own private life. It was like no matter how many detentions I dished out or how many kids I kicked out of the room, they still asked. If I've had other students who I'd never met before comment on the fact my shirt looked exactly like one that Regina owned, this class would slaughter me and string me up for the crows to pick at. I had to do some serious mental preparation as I strode up to the whispering line of petty students.

"Afternoon class," my boots clipped loudly on the linoleum and my long necklace swung widely. How was I going to take the class today? Was I going to be sarcastic and snappy? Or cool, calm and collected?

"Nice shirt Miss,"

I beamed at a tall boy at the end of the line, "thanks Tyson, its Ms Mills". The words had fallen out of my mouth before I time to even think them out or even stick a filter on them. The class mumbled loudly as I unlocked the door, "any more questions kids?"

"Yeah, are you banging her?"

"Nope,"

"Then why do you have a hickey on your neck that wasn't there this morning?"

My hand shot up to my neck and the class sniggered, "I'm banging the Business teacher, you happy?"

"Nope because the Business teacher is a dude and you've got Ms Mill's red lipstick on your earlobe,"

Fucking fuck, hell this was not happening.

"In," I growled and I pointed into the empty classroom. Fucking hell I was going to murder Regina.

Six minutes left. That's all I had until the hell hole of a class finished and I was free for two days. Six minutes left until I could flee the school grounds and throw myself on to my bed and finish myself off where Regina left me so desperately in her office. But also six minutes left until I wouldn't see her again for two days. I wasn't sure if I could bare it. I mean, my skin felt awkward without Regina glaring at it or touching it or kissing it or heaven forbid, tonguing it. I had to suppress a shiver.

"Miss, can we go?"

The clock said 2:56pm. I poked my head out the classroom door and scanned the empty halls.

"Might as well," the class had already stood up by the time I'd finished my sentence,

"Cheers Miss! Have a good weekend, yeah?"

"Not so fast Mr Hampton," Regina chirped. Here we go. Cheers Regina you hot piece of annoying ass. She blocked the door with her arms crossed.

"Well Ms Swan, I see that you're letting the class go a few more minutes earlier than legally allowed,"

"Come on Ms Mills! We promise we won't get hit by a truck or anything," a kid whined.

"It's Friday Miss!"

"Yes thank you for that information Ms Palmer; I am not an imbecile,"

Regina sassed the absolute crap out of my class and they desperately looked at me for guidance. They've been treating me like shit so I guess they deserved whatever Regina dished up. I shrugged at one particular disheartened looking boy,

"Ms Mills runs the show kid, don't think I'll be standing up for you lot after how you've been treating me these last couple of weeks,"

Regina lifted a curious eyebrow as the class refused eye contact with her, "and how have Ms Blanchard's little angels been treating you lately Ms Swan?"

"I have never met a nosier bunch of students in all my life," I raised my chin slightly and stood over beside Regina. They cowered under our glare. I kind of felt good about it.

"We were just playing Miss," one girl piped up,

"How is demanding a whole lot of intimate details about my private life even playing, Sarah?"

The girl ducked her head in embarrassment.

"That is outrageous. How dare you ask such questions to Ms Swan? She is here in her free time to teach you lot History and she willingly marks your work and your essays so that you can pass school and yet you do this?" Regina put her hands on her hips, "I am ashamed and you deserved to be punished,"

There was a collective gulp from the class. I couldn't let this happen. They were kids, bloody annoying, but kids nonetheless. I stepped forward,

"No Regina, its fine". Regina's eyes turned to slits,

"This is my school and I punish where I see fit,"

"Don't, though. Please, they're just kids. Just an apology will suffice," I put a soothing hand on her shoulder and Regina's eyes zeroed in on it. I squeezed softly. Her jaw twitched.

"Fine, you lot should be grateful that you have such a kind hearted teacher. As Ms Swan as stated, all she wants is an apology,"

The class was quiet.
"Apologise. Now,"

"Sorry Ms Swan," they groaned in unison. I smiled weakly at the students who collected their belongings as they disappeared out the room.

Regina sighed as massaged her temples, "I'm so sorry about that Emma,"

"No, no it's fine. Seriously," I grinned at her as I fixed my up my shirt. Regina looked me up and down and licked her lips,

"I daresay, I should have you wear my clothes more often,"

"Hmm, but that's kind of the reason for the nosy kids,"

"Really, how,"

"They recognised the shirt from you,"

"Ah," Regina smiled, "and here I'm thinking I've outsmarted a bunch of teenagers,"

"They're perceptive little shits,"

"Yes thank you for that Ms Swan,"

"No worries Ms Mills," I wiggled my eyebrows at her as I bent down to lock the classroom door once we left it, "Regina?"
"Mm,"

"Stop staring at my arse,"

"You don't even know that I was staring at it,"

"I have a perky butt, who could resist it?"

Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes as I stood up. I nudged her in the arm and we headed down the main hallway. Behind us, other students were being let out; they surged around us like a tidal wave, exploding out in the quiet halls. There were a dozen goodbyes thrown our way as we smiled and laughed at certain students.

The staffroom was packed as we went in. We had to weave in and out between staff.

"Hey Swan! Over here," Ruby sang. I shot Regina a small smile and she returned it as I headed over to Ruby while she turned to Kathryn.

"I see that you've entered with the old faithful Ms Mills,"

"Dude, I have so much to tell you," I sat down quickly and grabbed Ruby's arm tightly.

"Sheesh, what the hell could have happened in the like four hours since I saw you last?"

I raised my eyebrows up suggestively while dipping my head. She gasped, "No!"

"Yes!"

"What? How? When? Details Swan, now," Ruby's eyes were ablaze.

"On her desk today in our spares,"

"Dude," she gasped again as her eyes glazed over, "like bang-bang or?"

"We attempted it but then classic me ruined it,"
"Why? How, Emma!" Ruby whined,

"I told her she was perfect and she didn't believe me and then I snapped at her,"
"Dude,"

"I know,"

"She's crazy,"
"Crazy hot, Ruby. Then I think now we're in some kind of relationship now,"

"This morning you were avoiding her, and now you're in a relationship with her. What gives?"

"I don't know man, but she's said she wants to come over sometime for dinner and then…you know,"

"Fuck,"

"Yeah,"

"No I mean, fuck man that's crazy. But like, in a good way,"

"I know, but so now what?"

"Dinner,"

"Yeah but when and where?"

"This Saturday, your house,"

My blood went ice cold. Oh no.

"What? No, don't you think that's a bit, you know, sudden?"

"Not if Mills is up for it, it's not,"

"Um, I have a kid,"

"You are literally trying to poke holes in this plan,"

"No, I'm not, trust me. Regina said we won't do it until I've fed her spaghetti and Henry is out the house,"

"Well, what if you send Henry out with Tom to the movies or something?"

"Do you mean Tom Lucas his best friend? Yeah but, that's not going to be long enough,"

"Sheesh woman, how long are you planning to bang this woman?"

"As long as humanly possible Ruby, as long as humanly possible,"

Ruby just stared at me.

"What?"

"Put two and two together Emma"

"It's four, why?"

"Shit you're thick sometimes. Tom Lucas, Ruby Lucas?"

"Oh…" a light bulb went off inside my brain, "Oh!"

"He's my baby brother and he stays at mine sometimes. Look, I'll pick Henry up from yours, I'll drop them to the movies, pick them up and they can crash at mine for the night, deal?"

"Ruby you are a lifesaver, holy shit. How do I repay you?"

"By banging the absolute fuck out of Regina,"

By 4pm, the room had cleared out; Ruby, Regina and I were the last, not if you counted Kathryn ducking out. Ruby had spent a good thirty minutes telling me about the substitute Maths class she'd just taken and how this one kid in her Art class had somehow managed to get paint on the ceiling.

"Like, did she throw the paintbrush at the ceiling or some shit? Because I don't know man; plus I didn't even hear it hit the roof or the desk."

I felt a presence behind me and two soft hands clamped down on either side of my shoulders. Regina.

"I'm sorry Ms Lucas, do you mind if I borrow Emma dear for a few moments?"

"Yeah sure, go nuts. I was about to head home anyway," Ruby picked up her handbag and gave me a glare that only meant I had to tell her absolutely everything on Sunday morning when I picked Henry up from her house.

"See you Sunday Swan. See you Regina" she waved as she left the room, her eyes flicking between Regina and I.

"What's happening Sunday dear?" Regina sat down in Ruby's seat and ran her hands up and down my thighs.

"Oh um," Regina's finger brushed over the tough piece of denim in between my legs where the zipper sat, "Hen-Henry is going to uh, Ruby's house Saturday night because he's best friend's with Ruby's little brother, Tom,"

"Ah. So, you will be alone then, Ms Swan?"

"Suppose so,"

"So, would you like company…Ms Swan?"
"If you stop calling me Ms Swan, maybe,"

"Of course, Ms Swan,"

"Regina," I huffed. But she smiled and kissed me on the side of the mouth,

"Sorry dear, you're just ever so fun to rile up,"

"Okay. So Regina, I will be alone tomorrow night, would you like to come over for spaghetti and possibly a cheesy movie if you're up for it?"
"Is this idea of a date?"

I cringed. Was I supposed to take Regina out to a fancy place? Is that what she was expecting from me? I mean, she was a high calibre woman.

"Emma, calm; I was joking. I would love to come over and eat spaghetti with you and watch a crappy movie with you on Saturday,"

"Hey I said cheesy, not crappy,"

Regina rolled her eyes, "whatever. Count me in dear,"
"So, um my place at like, six-thirty?"

Regina hummed, "perfect," As she bopped her finger on my nose. Well that was cute as hell.

"You can watch me cook dinner," I mumbled. Oh God, probably the wrong bloody thing to say. What if she doesn't want to watch me make dinner and just wants to fuck?

"I'd love to watch you cook dinner,"

Oh thank God.
"I wear…I can wear my cute little frilly apron and…"

"Emma,"

"My frog oven mittens while I take the spaghetti off the boil,"
"Emma,"

"And oh shit, what wine will I take out? Will you even like my wine? Wait, Regina, do you even drink wine? Wait, do I even have any wine,"

"Emma!"

"Wine doesn't sound like a word anymore,"
"Dear you are rambling,"
"I'm nervous," I wrung my hands together in my lap.

"Evidently, but it's adorable,"

She called me adorable. Regina fucking Mills called me adorable and it wasn't half-assed or fake or any of that.

"Oh, okay; that's good then," I smiled weakly. Regina put her hand on my elbow and lifted me out of my chair.

"School shuts at 4:30; we don't want to be locked in here all weekend do we dear?"

I nodded as she guided us towards the car park. It was Friday afternoon and I was not surprised the least when our cars were the last; her super clean, super shiny Mercedes parked with perfection at one end and my old beetle that looked like it had survived the wildest of dust storms, parked on the sidewalk just outside the school gates.

"Not enough spaces in here then Ms Swan?" Regina smirked at my shoddy parking skills as I pulled a twig from the back windscreen wiper.

"Eh, it's Friday. I don't start til late," I snapped the wood and chucked it onto the road.

"I'll remember that for next time, because so do I,"

"Aw, cute breakfast date then Regina?"

"It's like you read my mind," she smiled as she leaned into me; pressing her lips to my forehead.

"…Eggs Benedict?" I chirped as Regina ran her arms up and down my back. She snorted,

"Pancakes all the way dear,"

I giggled, "oh and you call me the child?"
"It's a guilty pleasure of mine. Top it all off with some proper Canadian maple syrup, a rash of bacon and a bit of butter, mm,"

"You and my son will be best of buddies. And anyway, how the hell are you so thin?"

"Gym dear…among other things," she winked as she pressed another kiss to my jawline, "I must go, my car is due for a service at 5. See you tomorrow night then…Emma,"

"Yeah, see you then,"

a/n: SWEN BE AH-ROLLIN'
was that cute or was that cute? fuck, seriously, can a young late teens-early twenties Lana Parrilla come and date me? please?