a/n: this was a bitch of a chapter to write, frick. I rewrote it like three times. But nonetheless, it's super long, with a hint of department store sex thanks to heatwave16 who PM'd me asking for it. (also shout out to SirenMistress who caught on ;) )
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it's also got French in it, so I used translator with a bit of my own French knowledge.
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Emma xo
It was Monday morning and I was actually excited for work. It was shocking. After Ruby's bloody excellent dinner she whipped up for us, she pulled me aside and told me I should initiate part one of 'Project Regina' which meant, sexy underwear time. As much as I adored Ruby's input on this, I had a slightly better idea up my sleeve that would hopefully work beautifully this afternoon assuming Regina was free after work.
I donned a slightly fancy set of red lace underwear; nothing like the kick ass pair I had on for Regina the other day. Over my second favourite assemble, came my Sport Monday selection of jean shorts, red converse and my staff tee-shirt. Hair was up and glasses were down. However, I was up and it was evident that Henry was still quite down…and by down, I mean, asleep.
"Henry James Swan get your butt up for school or so help me God," I pushed opened his bedroom door and was slightly stunned at the sight in front of me. Henry was up and about, cleaning his room and flattening the edges of his pristinely made bed. It stuck like the male aftershave section in a clothing store.
"Christ Henry," I coughed and fanned my hand in front of my face dramatically,
"It's too strong isn't? Oh no," He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his windows, thankfully airing out the stuffy little room.
"Cologne? Really,"
"Tom said it'd help!" Henry whined, quickly shoving the offending bottle deeper into the depths of his black backpack.
"Does Tom know you're using it to impress his sister?" I said, putting my hands on my hips. My son took longer than usual to zip up his bag, clearly avoiding eye contact,
"...No,"
"Well then. Anyway, we've got to go homie, I've got an early class to sub and sadly, you're coming with me," I turned and fixed myself some toast and a portable cup of coffee for the ride over to the hell hole that was my workplace.
By sheer miracle, the school library was empty in the first period of class and I ushered my new found bunch of sleepy ten graders inside. I noticed a young brunette librarian staring intently at the computer monitor as my class threw themselves on any available couch and fell asleep. I'd bark at them later.
"Excuse me," I leaned up against the librarian's desk as the woman scrunched up her nose and squinted at the screen, "Excuse me!" I cleared my throat. The woman blinked and looked like she just received a shot of electricity up her spine,
"Oh, damn it, hello, sorry, I was just…" she glared at the computer screen one last time and closed the insulting program down, "I hate modern technology,"
I picked up a foreign accent; South African or Australian or New Zealand?
"That's fine, but um, I just wanted to let you guys know I'll be using the library for the first period only, if that's cool,"
The librarian smiled as she pulled out a thick little blue book and flicked to today's date, "What's your name?"
"Swan but I'm taking Hook's class right now,"
The brunette slipped on a pair of glasses and ran her finger down the page,
"Yeah you should be fine; no other classes are going to be using here until Leroy what's-his-name in period four. The only people you're going to get in here now are the early morning studiers and the odd teacher searching for a book,"
"No doubt Astrid Nova's got the other half booked at that same time?" I smirked. The librarian tilted her head slightly and smiled softy, "of course, you can't pry those two from each other," she laughed. I patted the desk, "cheers Ms Librarian Lady,"
"Sorry, hi I'm Belle,"
"I'm Emma,"
"Can you lot actually look like you are doing something productive?" I seethed at the students. Some had the balls to rest an open Biology textbook on their resting head so it covered their large noggins like a tent.
"But Miss! It's so early," one groaned, "and it's Monday,"
"Fine, you want to slack off in this Biology class, that's fine by me, but don't expect sympathy from Mr Hook when the due date comes for your assignment," I took a sip from my coffee cup and wandered down in between the rows of books. I had a small thing for medieval books so I headed up over to the non-fiction section and scanned the row for something about knights or witchcraft or weaponry or something.
"Morning Regina," Belle called out.
Oh shit. Oh no, my class was asleep out in the main bit of the school library and I was hidden back here with my coffee cup and I knew for certain that the school treated cups of coffee in the library with the same seriousness as lines of coke.
"Morning dear, how are…" but her voice was cut off by the sound of at least twenty four hard backed Biology textbooks hitting the wooden floor simultaneously. I cringed as I heard Regina's heels clip against the flooring.
"Well, well, well…what do we have here?" She cooed. I pried two books apart on the shelf and Regina's back was to me as she clearly was evil eyeing my entire History class who all looked like they had a sudden shot of caffeine.
"Miss it won't happen again, we swear!" One girl squeaked. That chick had balls to stand up to Regina. Talking about Regina, did that woman own any clothing that didn't make me weak at the knees? Because that ensemble was practically mouth-watering; slate slacks, white long sleeved blouse rolled up to the elbows, a black vest and a pair of heels I'd happily have crushing my throat. Note to self, let Regina know that.
"I remember you from Ms Swan's History class last week…" Regina looked over her shoulder, obviously sensing my keen eye, and spotted my single blue eye immediately through the thick, dark books. Her eyes narrowed,
"Ms Swan…if you please,"
Ah shit. Yes, I might have fucked her, but she still owned my ass inside the grounds of Story Brooke College.
"Hey Ms Mills, didn't see you there," I stated uncomfortably as I scratched the back of my neck. The class had to stifle laughs as Regina neared my awkward self. Her back was to the class and thank God they couldn't see the way her eyes trailed over my body.
"Good morning Ms Swan, care to tell me why your substitute class is asleep in my library?"
"Um, yeah…no," I muttered as I toed the wood flooring nervously.
"No?" She raised a single eyebrow at me as she took another step closer.
"I uh, figured that they were old enough to use their time wisely. If they wanted to sleep and waste time, fine by me. It's not me failing, it's them,"
Regina raised both eyebrows at me, "As delightful as that train of thought is, that's not how it works at Story Brooke,"
Was I actually getting in trouble with Regina? What the hell. She turned to my kids,
"Students you are all to work on your assessment pieces as of now while I have a little chat with your substitute teacher," she snipped. Yep, I was definitely going to get yelled at.
"Come with me Ms Swan," I noticed Regina went out to grab my hand but thought against it as she lead me to the back of the library, away from prying eyes.
And by yelled at, I meant she yelled into my mouth with her mouth mixed with a little bit of brutal tongue lashings. She'd manoeuvred us to the back wall, had my hands pinned to the side of my head and one thigh pressed in between my legs. Fuck, she was good.
"If I knew this was how you were going to punish me I would've been a bad little girl earlier on," I whispered into her ear as she lowered her leg. She groaned,
"You of all people should know how much I'd like to punish you for all your dirty little mistakes,"
The conversation I had with Ruby on Sunday raced through my mind. Oh, maybe it was a good idea.
I pressed my lips against hers again and tried to mentally figure out how I was to approach the situation of sex games. I already knew Regina wanted to be dominant; there was no doubt to that.
"Then maybe you should…" I purred as I gripped her hands tighter in mine. Regina leaned back and stared quizzically at me. I leaned forward and sucked on her earlobe; pulling it between my teeth and letting go,
"Oh please punish me, Head Mistress," Shit, even I was turned on my own voice, "I've been a bad little girl and I need a detention," shit, who knows what the hell it was doing to Regina. Her eyes darkened considerably as she hummed seductively.
"Well, well, dear, I'm sure that can be arranged," Her eyes glinted mischievously, "but every student needs a uniform,"
"Nothing I can't handle Regina, leave it all up to me. Who knows this might be your birthday present," I kissed her cheek as she let go of me to straighten out her vest and flatten her hair. Her brown eyes were still very dark.
"Please do Ms Swan, your reward will be more than sufficient," she pointed her nose into the air and stalked off out of the library, leaving me quite aroused and slightly shitting my pants because she actually wanted what Ruby suggested.
The day had gotten progressively worse as the hours ticked by. When I said Regina was insatiable, I wasn't joking. She made every possible attempt at making out in between classes or on lunch break. I was totally okay for it except for the one time we had to make a quick escape out the staff bathroom because another female teacher came in at a really inconvenient moment.
Finally the day had ended and yet I had not seen Ruby, which was a surprised considering I half-expected her to haul me into the closest empty classroom and demand to see what underwear I was wearing for my encounter for Regina. Her red car was here and somehow Leroy had actually managed to park his actual car inside the actual car park. I was proud.
Ruby, Mary Margaret and I had now made an unspoken agreement to park next to each other so I waited patiently for the two other ladies while staring intently at Regina's stupid shiny Mercedes Benz at the other end of the lot.
Other staff came and went, waving at me as they disappeared from the school grounds. Suddenly Regina appeared, dressed in her damn black trench coat, and I practically threw myself towards her car.
"Emma?" the coast was clear for a good thirty seconds as I roughly pushed Regina against her car and initiated, single-handedly, the most intense make out session I was capable of. I needed the woman to be putty in my hands before I spoke to her,
"I was going to go shopping this afternoon, care to join me?" I breathed as I peeled myself off her just as two students walked past. Regina took a deep breath as she tried to settle her erratic heartbeat.
"All that for a bit of shopping Ms Swan," I raised my eyebrows at her, "And what exactly would we be shopping for? Would it be food dear?"
The coast was clear again and I grabbed Regina's hand and guided it up my shirt to my boobs. She gasped as she felt the lace and my perky nipples through the material.
"Oh no, something more…delectable Ms Mills," I never used the word 'delectable', like ever. Not even when it came to Granny's cupcakes, which were, in my opinion, as about as delectable as you could get.
"Consider me in, Ms Swan,"
"Meet me in town then," I winked and removed her hand from under my shirt even though she whined slightly.
"Oi Swan! Oh shit," Ruby called out, clearly not realising what she'd just interrupted. Regina's eyes narrowed at the sight of the other brunette walking beside Mary Margaret.
"What remarkable timing Ms Lucas…Ms Blanchard," Regina gave them a curt nod and looked me up and down, "see you soon Ms Swan…don't be late," She smiled as she unlocked her car door and sidled in.
"What do you mean, don't be late?" Mary Margaret asked as I ambled up to them, grinning widely with my hands tucked in the hem of my trousers. Ruby giggled knowingly as Regina started her car and drove out the lot, waving at us.
"Oh I'm just meeting up with her this afternoon, that's all," I swear Ruby's eyebrows were going to fall off at the speed she was waggling them at.
"Cute," Ruby chirped as we headed over to our cars; the shiny red convertible, the pale blue Getz and my dusty hunk of yellow shit.
"Anyway, why were you guys so late?" I jammed the key into the door lock and yanked open the door. Mary Margaret dumped her bags into her boot,
"We were finalising the last shopping list for Regina before the bake sale,"
"Yeah Regina was more than happy to accept you as co-shopper when we suggested it," Ruby giggled,
"Yeah more than happy; a little too happy if you ask me," Mary Margaret added.
"Cheers guys!" I started the engine and shot out the car park.
I found Regina in her trench coat waiting patiently at the front of the main entrance of the shopping centre. She had what I assumed a designer handbag in her hand. I knew this centre was far away enough from the school so that we wouldn't be inundated with school children but just a few if the kid's parents happen to take them here.
Regina looked like she was in her element as she guided us through the shopping centre to a little French boutique two shops down from the local post office.
"I know this place," I stated proudly as she pushed open the door; a little bell sounded. Regina seemed shocked at this bit of information,
"do you now?"
"Of course," I beamed as a little blonde French woman appeared from behind a rack of satin goods.
"Ah Ms Swan!" She clapped her hands together before faltering and stared wide eyed at Regina, "And Ms Mills?"
Regina and I looked at each other expectantly then back to the little moderately older woman who had paled considerably.
"Emma, care to explain how you know Marian?" Regina smirked as she cocked her head to the side. Marian swatted her hand playfully at us both and grabbed me by the bicep, pulling me down to her height.
"Pour quoi vous etes ici avec Madame Mills? Why are you here with Ms Mills?"
Regina's eyebrows shot into her hairline. I pleaded at her to understand as I shrugged and went ahead in impressing the Principal of Story Brooke College with my French skills.
"Je suis amis avec Mme Mills, I am friends with Ms Mills" I was stumbling over my French but nonetheless, it had Regina staring at me like I was stark naked, "Uh, nous achats, we're out shopping,"
"Dans un magasin de lingerie Emma? Allez, je suis pas un idiot, il est clair que vous devez etre frequentez cette femme, In a lingerie shop Emma? Come on, I am no idiot, clearly you are dating this woman,"
I smiled sheepishly, "Oui, Yes"
Marian beamed at Regina, who stood dumbfounded, "You can speak French Emma?"
"Yeah," I muttered awkwardly as the blonde French woman directed us to a little section that had Regina written all over it, not literally of course.
"I met a young Ms Swan when she was over in Paris for a break and she told me she was from Boston and I said I was offered work there and would be leaving in the next three months. We exchanged emails and we became good friends,"
"Is that all? Good friends…" Regina glared at Marian as she tightened her grip on my hand. Sheesh, was she jealous? But Marian answered for me,
"Of course Mademoiselle; my husband has strong affections for my little Emma," Marian cooed, clearly up any gay tinged air that festered between us as she flourished a particular raunchy set of underwear against my body.
"Hmm, if you don't mind Marian, I'd like to pick out what Emma wears as she is mine,"
"Hang on, I thought this was my shopping trip," I pouted as Regina ushered Marian out of the way and flicked through the sets of undergarments. Were we ever going to call each other girlfriend or just keep stating that we were each other's? I don't know but I did like the sound of being entirely Regina's.
"It was your shopping trip until you put my hand up your shirt and told me to come with you," She pulled several sets and herded me into a changing room.
Marian tried to help shimmy the material door but Regina stopped her with a trademark glare and the little woman disappeared up to the front desk where several other women had entered.
Regina was on me the moment the door was closed. She was feistier and so much more demanding than before. Her mouth latched onto my neck and she sucked hard like it was a damn lollipop. I wondered if she wanted to mark me as hers after that little fiasco with Marian. One hand moved up underneath my shirt and other was tearing my jean shorts over my butt and onto the floor.
"Jesus Regina, calm down," I hissed as she trailed kisses down my front,
"No, you are mine and nobody else's, and I'm going to prove that," she growled as she hooked my leg over her shoulder as she squatted down.
"Regina no, we're in a shop…a small shop…I don't think, shit," I gasped as her mouth connected with my centre through my panties. Fucking of course she was going to do this in a public place. Regina knew I wasn't exactly quiet when I came to sex and damn her for doing this. Damn her to the depths of shopping centre sex-based hell. She pulled my underpants to the side and finally her tongue hit me.
"We're…me…I'm meant to be buying underpants…not…not, fuck," I threw my head back against the wall and clawed desperately for some kind of purchase.
"Dear, I already know that the underwear I selected for you will look stunning on you. Trust me, I'll even pay for them if you promise to parade around for me in them," she bit the inside of my thigh and lavished it with her tongue. I squeaked.
"Everything okay in there Ms Swan," Marian asked through the door. I steadied my breath,
"Um, yeah, yep; everything's good Marian, the underwear looks great, I'll take them both please," I wheezed as Regina made no attempt at slowing down.
"Excellent!" I'll have another pair of each waiting for you at the counter," Marian walked off.
"Fucking hell that was close,"
"And so are you," Regina stuck two fingers in and I almost screamed. She was good, fucking hell she was the best damn thing that ever happened to me.
I couldn't think straight while I tumbled over the edge, being held up by Regina's strong arms. She peppered kisses up my stomach and solidified this act of public sex by kissing me smack on the lips where I could still taste myself on her tongue.