a/n: hola amigos, sorry for the wait; didn't mean it, having a rough time at the moment...nonetheless, here we are. LONG CHAPTER OF CUTE SWANQUEEN FLUFF. no smut, #soznotsoz.
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I was not in love with Regina Mills; I was not in love with Regina Mills. That has been my mantra for the past week and a half. I was so totally not in love with Regina Mills. I fucked her, that's all. I fucked with my mouth and not with my heart so why did image of her writhing above me stay ever present in my mind?

"Because it was hot, that's why," I literally answered my own question as I leaned my head down and squished my forehead into the pine wood of my staffroom desk. I felt my red marking pen digging into my skin and I did nothing to relieve the pain.

"Ms Swan?"

A young girl's voice came from the general direction of the door and I grunted in acknowledgement.

"Mm, Swan speaking," I rolled my head to face the student and she giggled at my clearly crumpled facial expression. The pen had stuck to my forehead and it fell and hit me on the nose,

"Shit," I sat upright and brushed my nose and smiled at the shy looking girl, "I mean…shivers,"
"Nah it's alright Miss," she came in and plopped herself beside me. She was definitely familiar but I could put a name to a face.

"What can I do for you, young lass?" I stifled a yawn and slung my lanyard over my neck. It was already Thursday afternoon and I was dressed in less-than-suitable attire for my usual Thursday Sport; that is, if crazy arse short shorts and one of my son's old comic tee shirts that somehow fitted me like a glove, was deemed inappropriate. Regina fucking lapped it up and didn't even throw me a warning, just a simple 'try not to bend over too much' with an added bonus wink that suggested that yes I could actually bend over, just only in front of her.

"You're Henry Swan's Mum right?" She bit her lip awkwardly and I noticed her cheeks were slightly redder than when she first appeared at the door. Oh, this could be cute… and awkward, oh no.

"Yeah, that I am; clearly this isn't an educational visit?" I leaned back and stretched my arms above my head.

"Yeah no, I just um… is Henry okay? I haven't seen him around for a few days,"

"He's just sick, nothing to worry about," I reached out to touch her arm but thought against it considering the whole school regulations and stuff.

"Okay, well, can you give this to him?" She yanked her green backpack onto her lap and rifled through it to produce a sort of thick red envelope. I plucked it from the girl's purple painted nails, which I should've chided her for, and looked at the loopy scrawl on the front. It just said my son's name but I swear there was a tiny, weeny little heart at the end of the 'Y'. She noticed my securitizing gaze and the blush deepened on her chocolate brown skin.

"I, uh, am going to go Miss…" her words were all jumbled in awkwardness.

"No wait, what is it? Wait, I don't even know you're name, wait," The girl zipped up her bag and slung it onto her back, pulling out her beautiful curly hair that got trapped between the piece of luggage and her back.

"It's a 'get well' card plus a party invitation Ms Swan,"

"Ah," I slipped the card into my handbag that sat by my feet and smiled at the girl who awkwardly wrung her hands.

"And, sorry what's your name? Just so I can tell Henry,"

"I'm Claudia, Miss," Fuck yeah, that's who she was. Henry had mentioned her a while ago. He was moderately confused at why this girl would be in a fit of giggles when he was around or she'd offered him help in his Maths class. She had a crush on my bloody oblivious son. Oh the poor thing.
"Okay Claudia, thanks,"

"Cheers Miss," Claudia waved at me as she left the room. I wanted to desperately open the letter but I knew better than that; Henry would probably choke me with my own hair if given the chance.

The bell for the next class went off and Mary Margaret practically collapsed on the massive dinner table thingy that sat right in the middle of the staffroom, "I swear you never have class".

"Perks of being a sub I guess," I winked at her as she huffed at her fringe which sat lopsided on her forehead.

"Perks of being in the Principal's pants, you mean,"

Ah yes, I forgot that this 'thing' whatever the hell it was, was now common knowledge through the staff. Some thought I was a nutcase and others voiced their opinions that the reason Regina was such a stuck up bitch is because she hadn't been laid in however long. Apparently she's become tolerable ever since we started our regular lunch dates where each other's faces were the lunch.

"That too,"

Mary Margaret just shook her head and peeled herself off the table just as David and the hottest bitch in all of Maine entered the room.

"Don't worry Mr Nolan, I will suspend little Ms Jackson. She has been nothing but troublesome since I let her into the school two years ago. I will have the forms for you soon," Regina gave David a curt nod and bee lined for my desk. Mary Margaret rolled her eyes at me as David pulled her aside to give her a hug and chat away at whatever the hell 'Ms Jackson' did to agitate him to the point of suspension.

"Hello dear," Regina smiled and I still couldn't believe my fucking luck. She was so damn hot and perfect and that she picked me to get freaky with in between sheets. Not that we've actually been properly freaky between sheets yet; we've literally done it everywhere but the in the actual bed. We've done in on top of the sheets but not in between sheets. Well shit.

"Hey you," I leaned my head back and grinned stupidly up at the brunette. She squeezed my cheeks between her hands and pecked me on the lips. It was like a super cute lesbian version of the upside down Spiderman kiss.

"I've been thinking…" Regina perched herself on the edge of my desk,

"Op, be careful now…"

"What are you doing tomorrow morning?"

"Um, working?"
What the fuck? It was Friday tomorrow and if she thought I would be anything than sleeping in, working minimal hours then going home to play Mario Kart with Henry, she's got another thing coming for her.

"No Ms Swan, I mean, you have no class until ten, what are you doing then?"

"Sleeping, what else?"

"Maybe breakfast with me?" Oh for fuck sake.

"Wait, like a date?"

Regina shrugged her shoulders and quickly glanced at the door as Astrid Nova walked in with a love-struck Leroy trailing behind.

"Yes, very much like a date,"

"Oh, I um…" Regina raised an eyebrow at me. Great now it sounded like I didn't want to go on a date, "no I mean, yes, I'd like, I mean love to go on a date with you but…"
"But what dear,"

My ego was going to take a pounding, "I wanted to ask you for out for our first date," I mumbled. Regina grabbed my hand that rested on the table and squeezed it; her thumb making soothing circle motions.

"You're going to have to be quicker next time,"
"Next time?" I squeaked. Shit, shit she wanted more dates.

"Well yes dear, that's what people do when two people are dating,"

"Oh yes, right, okay, sure," We're dating now? When did this happen? Did I want it to happen? Of course I wanted it to happen, this is Regina fucking Mills for crying out loud.

"Emma you're rambling,"

"I know, I'm just nervous; I wasn't planning on this, and now I have to plan what I'm wearing and if it's going to be appropriate for the work day ahead and,"

"Shut up Ms Swan,"

"Sorry,"
"And plus, when have you ever considered the school dress code, I mean…" she motioned to my current outfit and kissed me on the cheek when I snorted, "it's too casual for work Ms Swan, but I like it,"

"Regina, I explained to you this morning, I forgot to wash my sport shorts and staff shirt and it won't happen again,"

She laughed, "I'm just playing with you Emma, I don't care what staff wear as long it's not a French maid outfit,"

"Can you wear a French maid outfit?" I purred as I rested my hand on her knee, kneading the skin softly.

"Last time I checked it was you who could speak French so it seems only fit that you wear one,"

"Yeah but you'd look hot in a French maid outfit… I didn't,"

"What do you mean, 'I didn't'?" Regina sidled closer and rested her heeled feet on my thigh.

"When I was younger, I worked in a strip club of sorts and dressing up as a maid and 'cleaning the club' was one of my first assigned jobs,"

"Is that how you learnt how to dance like you did at the School Disco?"
"Yeah," I was a little bit embarrassed to be completely honest.

"Well," she tucked a loose strand of hair behind me ear and cupped my cheek, "if I bought you one, would you wear it for me?"

I had to suppress a groan considering we were in the staffroom where other teachers were.

"Yeah, maybe…" I leaned forward and there was a loud throat clearing from somewhere behind us. Regina sighed, "What!"

"Keep your PDA to a minimum won't you girlies?" Leroy ruffed.

"Keep what to a minimum?" Regina asked me curiously,

"PDA; public display of affection," I clarified. Regina furrowed her eyebrows,

"Oh" she turned to Leroy, "my apologies, Leroy,"

He gave the Principal a grimaced smiled and turned back to Astrid who was struggling to fit one corner of her massive sandwich into her tiny mouth.

"So, tomorrow morning at that café down at the harbour?" Regina cooed as she picked her feet off my legs and crossed them. Hell yeah to her skirt riding up higher up on her thigh.

"Okay," I licked my lips as I watched her play with the hem of her skirt. She knew I was watching. I glanced over to the other teachers and they were all preoccupied with either marking or trying to fit food inside their mouths. I placed my hand higher up on her knee; the tips of my fingers sitting just underneath the hem.

"Ms Swan…" Regina warned as she narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"Don't,"
"Why not?"

"Because," she slapped my hand but cupped my chin affectionately, "there are people here and as Leroy stated, we must lower our PDA," Regina pressed her lips against mine but left them on long enough to warrant Leroy throwing a ball of paper at the back of Regina's head.

Fucking fuck mother of fuck. This was happening. I sat in a goddamn café and waited for Regina in the wee hours of the morning because heaven forbid I turn up late. The waitress was yawning profusely when I rocked up just as she flipped the 'open' sign on the glass door. I didn't order anything except for a glass of water that I had downed the moment she put it on the little table that I picked. It sat facing the harbour and I watched the seagulls nip at each other while Regina's Mercedes Benz zipped past and swung gracefully into an empty park next to my freshly-washed bug. I spent all of yesterday afternoon cleaning my car instead of marking work and if that wasn't procrastination at its finest, then I don't know. I hated cleaning my car, but I hated marking the other half of Mary Margaret's illiterate History class, more.

I watched Regina Mills lock her car and stalk into the building. I picked at the collar of my purple blouse and kept my eyes on an interesting looking knot in the wooden table. Did this woman ever not wear heels? I mean, I could hear her a mile away.

"Morning dear," I forgot how delightful she sounded in the early morning.

"Morning; I'm surprised you made it," I grinned as she slid into the other chair. It wasn't even seven in the morning and she was done with my shit. Regina sighed,

"What's that supposed to mean?" She reached over and finished the last drops of my water.

"That night you stayed at mine…you looked like you could've done with a few more hours sleep. And if I quote correctly, 'how are you a morning person?'"

She motioned for the waitress to come over before turning to me, "You wore me out the night before Ms Swan, what did you expect?"

The waitress cleared her throat. Well shit she heard that last bit. I felt my cheeks burn brightly as I grasped clumsily at a menu and held it right up so I couldn't see either of the women.

"I'll have the pancakes with everything dear," I peeped over the top of my menu and noticed Regina hadn't even picked one up. She just sat there with her arms crossed and her chest puffed out.

"Oh and a black coffee with two sugars please," The waitress quickly jotted down the request on a tiny notepad and flicked her eyes to me,

"And what can I get you?"

Shit, I hadn't even looked at the menu. Toast…Porridge…Bacon and Eggs…Cereal…Pancakes… and hell yeah, Eggs Benedict.

"Eggs Benedict, please," I beamed up at the tired woman and handed her the laminated menu.

"Any drinks?"

"Uh, green tea please,"

"Sure," she shoved the notepad back into the front pocket of her grey apron and stuck the pen into her hair bun. The waitress took the menus and no doubt went back to an extra strength coffee she had hidden behind the counter.

I drummed my fingers nervously against the table as Regina finished off the last of her pancakes.

"I still can't believe you ate all of that,"

Regina opened her mouth widely and her pink tongue quickly licked the dripping portion of pancake and bacon goodness covered in maple syrup. She poked it into her mouth and smiled innocently.

"I mean, for a small woman, you sure as hell can eat a lot,"

"Excuse me dear, you finished off your eggs and then proceeded to eat half of one of my pancakes,"

"You weren't eating it!" my voice went up a few octaves.

"Doesn't mean it gives you permission to eat it," she mopped up the remaining syrup with the last bit of pancake and stuck it in her mouth before laying the cutlery side by side in the middle of the plate.

"It's habit; I eat my son's food,"

"Well maybe you should invite him along to one of our food dates and steal from him then," she patted her lips with a napkin and acted melancholy like the idea of Henry joining breakfast was as easy and care free as taking a dog for a walk.

"You want Henry to join us?"

"Of course Ms Swan," Regina folded the napkin and placed it on top of her plate.

"But…but…but," I stammered. I was the one who was meant to be acting fast, not her. Not Regina.

"But what,"

"It's Henry!" I squeaked. The waitress looked at me weirdly as I leaned closer to Regina, "you want to have breakfast or lunch or dinner with Henry and me?"

"Yes,"

She didn't even explain it. She didn't do anything but state the word 'yes' proudly and bat her eyelids at me once. My insides were going to jelly while she subtly licked her teeth clean with her tongue without a care in the world.

"Hmm, how about you and your son come to my house this weekend for the afternoon and if you son doesn't want to strangle me at the end of the evening, you two stay for dinner, stay the night and maybe you and I can do something a little bit… extra,"

"I…what,"

"Yes or no Emma,"

"Yes… but…" the waitress cleared our plates and Regina stood up almost immediately, flourishing her credit card at the other woman. I was still seated and still fucking dumbstruck.

"We are going to be late for work," Regina collected her things and stuck her nose in the air impatiently.

"Regina!" My shirt stuck to the armrest of the chair and I almost took it out the front door. Shit. This woman was intolerable and I don't know why the fuck I hang around with her.

By the time I made it out of the café, tucking in my shirt, Regina was sitting in her car, with a smile like the Cheshire cat and the engine running idly.

"Oh it's ever so fun to rile you up Ms Swan," she beamed. Ugh, I loved her to bits and I wanted to either literally punch her in the face or punch her in the face with my mouth. I clamped my hands down her car window and glowered at her.

"We are going to be late," she kissed me on the underside of the chin and clicked the button to wind up the windows. I couldn't help but smirk as the window shut. She poked her tongue out at me as she reversed out onto the main road and whizzed up towards the school.
Yep, Regina Mills was going to kill me.

a/n: FELT LIKE WE NEEDED CUTE SWEN MOMENTS.
DON'T WORRY YOU LITTLE SHITS, WE WILL BE HAVING RAUNCHY SEXY TIMES BUT ALSO CUTE TIMES. it's like a fucking win-win with this fic, aye? hahaha x