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Cora called a few days later about the date for the theater in Boston, the Saturday before school started again. Mary Margaret confirmed the date, so long as she could find a "proper supervisor" for the Tink and Emma, the word babysitter earn her a twin set of glares with matching scowls. Mrs. Lucas had no problem in watching the girls, she even offered to watch Regina but Cora declined, saying the teen demanded some much needed alone time. So on Saturday Cora picked up the English teacher at two o'clock on the dot in a familiar black Benz, greeting everyone with her could-be-political-or-friendly smile, and the two women faced the four hour drive ahead of them.
It was just after six when the black Benz rolled into Boston's city limits, the sky was rapidly getting darker. Cora pulled the car in front of a small French restaurant with large open windows, flooding the area with soft moonlight. In true Cora fashion, she ordered a rich bottle of wine that matched perfectly with their meals. After dinner they decided to walk to the theater, the weather was surprisingly mild given that it was almost December.
The theater house was small but elegant. Tall Greek marble columns that flickered now and again from the golden trims. The ceiling was painted elegantly in rich shades of blues and purples. The seats were made out of soft red velvet, the small fibers tickled the teachers back even through clothing. The play was in Italian, but Mary Margaret didn't mind, she just watched Cora instead.
When it came to emotions Cora was very private, almost to a point where she was almost comes off as stand offish, but at the moment she was an open book. Even though the play was in a language that Mary Margaret did not understand she knew what was going on just by watching Cora. When the actors did something funny the older woman gave out a light chuckle and rose red painted lips spread into a soft smile. When it turned sad milk chocolate eyes shimmered with unshed tears and plump lips quivered a little. Most of the time Cora would just watch with a quizzical look, head tilted just ever so, fingers playing with the gold necklace she wore. But if you ask her Mary Margaret couldn't tell you what happened in the play to save her life.
When they left the air had cooled several degrees, making the teacher shiver. She only wore a cardigan for her winter coat was back at school, she didn't think she need it. The headmistress watched as the young woman give off a rather violent shiver as a cold gust of wind blew past them. The older woman undid the sliver clasps on her coat and placed one side over the short hair woman's shoulders, effectively bringing the two women together. Mary Margaret looked from the coat that was around her shoulder, to Cora, who gave her a soft smile. Her baffled look dissolved to a soft expression and she leaned into the warmth that the older woman supplied her with. Cora wrapped one of her arms around the teacher's waist, leather fingertips rubbing the seams.
"Did you enjoy the play Mary Margaret?" The teacher snapped out the haze that was starting to cloud her mind.
"Hm? The play? Oh the play! To be perfectly honest with you Cora I didn't understand all of it. I'm kind of Italian idiot."
"My apologies I sometimes forget that not everyone knows the same things that I do."
"It's alright Cora if Italian is a part of you I should learn at least something from it. How did you learn Italian by the way?"
"From my mother. She was a daughter of an immigrant merchant and seamstress. She would sing to me when I was little and when my father was gone she would speak in nothing but Italian which is how I picked it up. She died when I was ten."
"Oh I'm sorry, my mother is dead as well." Mary Margaret looked down for a moment and played with the edge of Cora's coat. "Do you... do you know any other languages?"
"Not really. I know some Spanish, but that's only because Henry, my ex-husband, spoke it. That is where Regina got most of her traits I'm afraid."
"I'm sure that's not true." They made it to the car but Cora made no move to unlock it.
"You know Mary Margaret," the arm that was the teacher's waist resumed it's tracing the other woman's waist. "It's late and it's a four hour drive back to Storybrooke. How about we," the hand made its way to the teacher's spine, fingertips pressing in a way that set waves of pleasure through the teacher's body. "Get a room for the night," Cora placed a hand on one of Mary Margaret's soft white cheeks. "And we drive back tomorrow," the headmistress leaned down and placed a kiss at the corner of the young woman's lips. "Would you be okay with that Mary Margaret?" Her voice was hushed and warm breath tickled the teacher's ear.
"I would very much be okay with that Cora." with that the teacher captured Cora's plumb bottom lip between her thin ones and held it captive for a few moments before releasing it with a light 'smack'. The older woman indulged in a few moments in being close proximity before she reluctantly pulled away.
"Excuse me while I make a phone call Mary Margaret." The short hair woman nodded and let the other woman do what she had to.
The moment the door closed behind her Mary Margaret found herself pinned against the stark white surface with the emergency plan digging into her back. A set of lips crashed against hers in a brushing force and a tongue made its way into her mouth tangling with hers. One by one the buttons on her cardigan came undone under skillful fingers until the garment was free to slide off her shoulders to create a pool at her feet. With hands on her hips Cora led her deeper into the room while she untucked the glossy royal blue v neck blouse the older woman wore. When they broke apart to breath, Mary Margaret took the opportunity to pull the shirt over the older woman's head to reveal a dark blue lace bra. Cora chuckled and kissed the edge of Mary Margaret's jaw to her ear.
"Unfair don't you think? But," the zipper on the back of Mary Margaret's dress opened so that Cora could push it down slim arms, her fingertips grazing the newly exposed flesh. The short ebony hair woman was left in a white cotton bra with matching cotton panties. "If I do that, then I guess were even." Cora kissed down the teacher's neck to the small hollow of woman's neck.
"I hardly call us even, not until," she moved her hands to the side zipper on Cora's skirts so that the designer article could slide down tone legs. "I do that. Now were even." The older woman smirked and gently pushed the short hair woman onto the bed with a small bounce.
"Naughty." They kissed again, more softly this time but none less passionate. Starting from the neck, Cora kissed down to the younger woman's chest, kissing the top of each soft mound. The clasp to the simple white bra came undone easily under her fingers, exposing small but well-rounded breast with powdery pink nipples. With delicate strokes, Cora took in one nipple between her lips, the bud hardening against her lips.
"C-Cora." The teacher moaned out as the woman lavished attention onto her breast. She watched as light brown hair traveled down her body, leaving a trail of spine tingling electricity. The older woman kissed around the band of her underwear. Lost in the pleasure that the older woman was giving her, she didn't noticed that it stopped until she opened her eyes and her green eyes met dark chocolate brown ones. "What's wrong Cora?"
"I want you to tell me what you want Mary Margaret. Tell me where you want me to touch you, how to please you." The teacher combed her fingers into light brown tresses and brought the older woman's forehead to hers.
"I want you Cora. I don't care if we do this or not, just being here with you is plenty." The older woman smiled and kissed the teacher again as she slowly pushed white cotton panties down slender hips. Cora kissed one white inner thigh; taking in the light musky sent that was uniquely Mary Margaret. The more that Cora learned about the woman that was quivering underneath her, the more she was falling.
Mary Margaret was truly unique, a small patch of neatly trimmed dark curls in a little v sat on top of her rose pink mound. Light pink folds of flesh opened to even lighter pink insides. A small pink pearl poked out of its hood. The folds easily parted when she ran her tongue over them and the teacher gave a sharp buck when the tip flicked her clit along with the cutest moan that Cora had ever heard. She wrapped her lips around the small bud while one of her fingers teased the young woman's opening; the appendage was quickly coated in a thin layer of slick juices. The finger slipped in with ease and she started to thrust in and out slowly. The walls pulsed and quivered with every thrust and it didn't take her long to bring the teacher over the edge with a muffled scream.
What she saw when she came back up made her smile. The short hair woman wrapped her arms around a pillow, body shaking from her orgasm and a thin coat of sweat clanged to her skin. Her short black hair stuck out in different directions. Cora moved to lie down next to the disheveled woman, brushing a certain strand of hair back. The young woman smiled and abandoned the pillow in favor of wrapping herself around Cora. With one final kiss they both fell into a dreamless sleep.
An annoying muffled buzzing sound greeted Cora when she exited out of the bathroom; a fluffy white robe was around her body. When she finally tracked down where her had coat landed from the night before, she took out the offending object from the inner pocket. The number that flashed onto the screen made her roll her eyes.
"It's too early to deal with you right now." The voice on the other end gave off a dry chuckle.
"Is that any way to talk to one of your board members?"
"When it's early in the morning and I don't like you then yes. You want something Malcolm, spit it out."
"A friend of mine called me last night and gave me some very interesting news. He said that he saw you having dinner with another woman in Boston. When he told me this I told him he must be joking because there is no way the esteem headmistress of Storybrooke Academy would tarnish her own schools reputation by wining and dining a woman of all things." Cora's jaw tighten, the back of her teeth gave off this ugly scraping sound when she grounded them together.
"What does my personal life have to do with my school? In case you haven't looked at the calendar lately we are on break, so you have nothing to hold on me."
"Are you sure about that Cora?"
"Goodbye Malcolm." she hung up with a rather forceful snap. The nerve of that man, trying to black mail her, but Cora Mils was not going to fold not this time. She had a reason to fight and she was still peacefully asleep. As she watch Mary Margaret breath fall slow and steady a wave of despair washed over her, but it faded as she watched the teacher smile in her sleep. She was not going to let people like Malcolm get to her, but for now she had two main priorities; Regina and Mary Margaret. She just hopes it stayed that way.
Food for thought: siamo amiche means are we girlfriends in Italian.