After dropping two teens with Ms. Lucas and the third at the station Mary Margaret all but bounced up the stairs that led to Cora's house. She knocked on the door and it was answered by a women in her mid teens or early twenties with light brown, possibly auburn, hair which was pinned back in a tight bun and dressed head to toe in white.
"May I help you?"
"I… I," Mary Margaret laughed and scratched the small area behind her ear. "I'm here to see Cora she invited me over," the women laughed and shook her head.
"What are you twelve?" she looked over her shoulder for a moment before rolling her blue eyes in annoyance. She waved at Mary Margaret before walking away leaving the teacher to catch the dark wood door before it slammed in her face. Though she had been in the town house before most of it was unexplored so she went to one of the few areas that she knew where to go, the kitchen. Luck must have been on her side for she found Cora leaning against the counter nursing what she assumed was coffee out of a dark blue mug.
The head mistress was dressed in grey lounge pants with a tight dark blue top that showed off Cora's tone stomach and ample breast. The top's straps were thin, and barely covered the two finger rule that Mary Margaret practically grew up on. The top would tighten with every breath that the elder brunette would take, causing the top to squeeze Cora's breast where it they would almost pop out. The whole thing was heart racing and cause the young teacher to flush at what she was not only seeing but what was playing in her head. Cora looked up from her mug to her and gave her a small smile. She opened her mouth to speak but the same voice that greeted the teacher interrupted her.
"Mother I'm leaving now."
"Very well Zelena have a good day," a door closed and the house fell silent, leaving the two women alone. The two women just stood there, the only sound was their own hearts beating under their skin. In a form of boldness it was Mary Margaret who approached Cora, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist and giving her a light peck on the apple of her cheek.
"Hi," the smile that Cora greeted her with grew and she brought one hand up to play with short strains of black hair.
"Hi," Cora kissed her then, on the lips, capturing the teacher's pink lip between hers and holding it there only for a minute before releasing it with a light pop.
"Hello in deed," Mary Margaret followed Cora's example, trapping the brunette's plump lip between her own. Cora's breath tickled her lips before they kissed again, a little deeper than the last two. Their short kisses quickly escalated with Mary Margaret's tongue tracing the curve of Cora's top lip. Effectively she was pinned against the counter and Cora, and it made her absolutely giddy. It was Cora who pulled away, sending her a shocking revelation on how she quickly grew to the heat the head mistress body emitted.
"As much as I am enjoying myself I need to shower and I have a lot of work to do, even though it would nag at me to finish the thing that I started."
"Well, the day is young I'm sure you can fit in what ever it is that will be nagging at you on your schedule."
"Oh I'm sure I will count on that," with one last kiss Cora led the teacher up stairs.
Cora's study was off on its own little corner, almost secluded in a way. The walls and carpet were white, making the sun filled room seem brighter than it was. The only two pieces of furniture in the room was a large u-shape desk in a rich dark brown color with several cabinets and drawers behind the face of the desk. In between the cabinets and desk was a slim black computer monitor. Along with the desk was a black leather sofa the Mary Margaret decided to occupy.
It was how Cora found her, with her knees in the air. Mary Margaret had enough curtsy to take off her shoes for her ballet slippers were skewed out on the floor besides the sofa, revealing small rose pink painted toes. The grey skirt that the teacher wore was trapped between the bent knees, showing off a nice view of Mary Margaret's smooth calf's. The teacher's usually neat hair was mused up a little as her head was pressed against the arm rest of the sofa. In the teacher's hand was a book with several different color tags sticking out between the pages. It was pure Mary Margaret and for Cora a complete temptation that will become more sweeter the longer she ignores it. Challenge accepted.
"Damn it!" Mary Margaret jumped as Cora slammed the office phone that was next to her back into its cradle with more force than necessary. She had lost track on how many calls that the head mistress has made but this was the one that had, as the saying goes, broke the camels back. With every ended call the high tolerance for whatever Cora was facing was slowly being chipped away, leaving behind a very raw and fuming Cora.
"Cora is everything all right?" the teacher moved so that she was propped up on her elbows.
"Stop!" the head mistress pointed a finger at the teacher as the sound of leather squeaking under the shifting weight of the teachers body. "You don't move," the short hair woman tilted her head in question as the head mistress strutted her way over to where she was. With one leg in the free space and the other firmly on the ground, Cora loomed over the younger women, finger tips dancing on the bare skin of her legs. They were both transfixed by the movement of Cora's red painted fingertips, they way they glided over smooth white flesh raising the fine hairs on her legs, they way they seem to follow a specific pattern but at the same time random. "Take your blouse off."
"Hm?" Mary Margaret's mind was not processing what the woman above her said. "What?"
"Your blouse Mary Margaret take it off," the teacher tilted her head slightly and it took a moment before she realized what the brunette wanted from her. Taking hand fulls of the blouse at each side she untucked the white shirt from her skirt, and pulled it over her head, the shirt making a white pool on the floor near her head. She was left in her bra and skirt.
"Perfect," gently Cora pushed one of Mary Margaret's legs down and slowly inched the skirt higher up snow white legs, leaving a majority of the skin exposed. "You are a distraction Mary Margaret. One that I will happily indulge in," Mary Margaret let out a combination of a moan and a yelp as Cora kissed the skin around her navel. It didn't last long for just as quickly she initiated the contact Cora with drew it, leaving her in a violent cold gust. "But sadly not at the moment for if I do I don't think that I can restrain myself from enjoying you vigorously. But indulge me and stay the way you are if that's alright?"
"S-sure," Cora smiled at her and gave her a small peck on the lips before returning to her desk. She looked at the ceiling in hopes that it would stall her racing mind and libido. Either way she was just glad that she brought extra clothes with her.
It went silent in Cora's private study, the only sound was the clicking of keys as Cora looked something up at on the internet and Mary Margaret's soft breathing. She wouldn't admit it but with the loss of her shirt she was more aware of the breeze in the room that rose small goose bumps on her skin and made her nipples strain against the cotton material of her bra. She tried to divert her attention on herself by watching Cora work, but it wasn't helping. It was at the edge of her thoughts, her arousal, her desire to be touched, to feel the weight of Cora's body on hers, just contact in general and it was driving her crazy. The silence wasn't helping much.
"What are you working on?" Cora's head snapped up from the key board to the computer screen than to her.
"Since I'm going no where with the usual hotel we use I'm looking at others around the same area but coming up with nothing."
"Where are we going anyway?"
"Canada, one of the good things about living in Maine is that it's not that far by bus," she scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration as she tried to remember something. Apparently it was important for the headmistress mumbled what sounded like 'merda' under her breath.
"What is it?" Mary Margaret started to move but then remembered she wasn't supposed to and went back to her original position.
"We can't go to Canada."
"Why?" Cora sighed and placed an elbow on her chairs arm rest. With her chin in her hand her rung finger played with her bottom lip. Clearly she was contemplating on telling her what she knew or keep it to herself. She sighed again, this time deeper, and dropped her arm.
"Come here Mary Margaret," the short hair women sat up but made no attempt to move from the couch.
"I thought you didn't want me to move?"
"I know what I said but what I'm about to tell you should be done face to face not across a room," the teacher nodded and walked over to where the head mistress was.
"What is it?" with a hand on her hips Cora gently pushed her until she was forced to sit on the smooth face of the desk behind her.
"I should have told you this from the get go but I wanted to give her a fair shake without it hanging over her head," the teacher tilted her head much like a curious dog would. "What I'm about to tell you concerns Emma."
"Emma?" at the moment it didn't matter that she was practically topless, if this concerned one of her girls than it deserved her full attention. "What about her is she okay you know health wise?"
"Emma's health isn't the issue here, it's the circumstances on how she came to be at Storybrooke Academy. I'm going to be blunt about this Mary Margaret so brace yourself," with a nod from the teacher she continued. "Emma was arrested in Arizona on several counts on petty larceny and one account of accessory after the fact to a grad robbery. One of the board members who is also friends with the DA in Arizona emailed me about her arrest and I sent him to talk to the DA about some sort of agreement we can come to. The agreement was that Emma can either choose the mandatory sentence that came with her chargers or be sent to Storybrooke Academy, and you know which one she choose.
"In condition to being sent here she must stay out of trouble and that she may not under any circumstances leave the country. So now I have to figure out a new plan."
"Well, even though I know this I say that Emma's special circumstances benefit you for it just speeds up the issue to look else wear. I'm sure you can find something similar, if not better, here. Why not try Vermont or Pennsylvania or even here for that matter. It won't be that hard to find something."
"No it wouldn't so you can go back to the couch I wouldn't be long."
"Do I have to? It's lonely and cold over there can't I stay?" to make her case stronger the teacher stuck out her bottom lip, effectively pouting, quivering it a little for good measure. Cora rolled her eyes but a smile tugged at the edges of lips.
"Fine you can stay," the teacher let out a light squeal and gave the head mistress a quick hug before falling silent where she sat on the edge of the desk. Mary Margaret took several breaths to try to calm her racing nerves. It won't be long now and she hoped that Cora quickly found something that appealed to her for if she waited any longer she was sure she was going to explode.
It indeed did not take long, Cora found something that she liked and sent it to someone, Mary Margaret didn't catch or care who it was, what matter was that Cora was done and now she could selfishly have all of the head mistress attention. With her work in the study done Cora lead the teacher from the study to her bedroom.
Sitting on the large king bed covered in rich red blanket's the head mistress encouraged the shorter hair women to straddle her lap, the teachers grey skirt pooling around them. Cora snaked her hands around the teachers waist. Mary Margaret wasn't kidding when she said she was cold for the flesh quickly warmed up under her touch. The teacher moaned and rested her head on one of the head mistress' shoulders.
"Uh uh," Cora gently pushed the teacher away by her shoulders. The blissful expression the teacher once had turned to a hurtful one, light green eyes filled with sadness. Cora brought one hand up to the teacher's cheek, fingertips playing with the ends of short black hair. "I told you to meet my eyes when speaking to me and that extends to here as well," she moved her hand to Mary Margaret's small chin so that the young women would have no choice but to meet her eyes. "L'occhio è la finestra a desiderare, the eye is the window to desire. The only way I can know what you want is if you look at me understand?"
"Yes, sorry," Cora just smiled at her before kissing her soundly on the lips, it was soft as if saying that she was forgiven. It quickly escalated with the head mistress' tongue exploring the insides of the teachers mouth. The kiss ended in a wet pop that left both women breathless. From there Cora trailed down the teacher's neck to her shoulder to push down one bra strap then the other, teasing the ball of the shoulder by scraping her teeth lightly against it making the teacher shudder. Cora's hands snaked around Mary Margaret's waist to undo the clasp of the teacher's simple bra which fell to the floor, leaving the teacher truly topless.
From there Mary Margaret's small breast became the head mistress' new target. The soft white mounds practically defied gravity, as they sat nicely on the teacher's chest with minimal snagging. Powdery pink nipples stood at full attention, creating a very pleasant change in texture under Cora's palms. Mary Margaret arched her back as the older woman clammed one of her nipples with her mouth, the bud fully worshiped by both teeth and tongue. With one last long lick Cora pulled away to look at her partner.
Mary Margaret's face was heavily flushed, the darkest being the apples of her cheeks and spreading to lighter shades to her ears and neck. Light green eyes were clouded to a grey like color, blending almost seamlessly with the white parts of her eye. There were thin red lines from where she scrapped her teeth across the teacher's shoulders. The short haired woman's breathing was fast and a little shaky, Cora was worried that Mary Margaret would hyperventilate if she kept it up. Cora reached out to rest one hand on a flushed cheek. Mary Margaret's eyelids fluttered and she smiled at the older woman before wrapping her arms around Cora's slender neck.
Cora smiled and took the opportunity to snake her arms back around the smaller woman's waist. Blindly she searched for the small zipper or clasp that would loosen the grey skirt that had quickly become uncomfortable for her and, she assumed so, Mary Margaret. Heat and sweat made the skirt clung to the teacher's bare thighs causing Cora to peal the garment off her lovers body instead of watching it gracefully fall to the floor. Cora rose an eyebrow before smirking at the young woman, who broke her rule and was looking now away from her with a hard blush on her face.
"My my look who is full of surprises. Never would I imagine you going commando. I must say it is a major turn on Mary Margaret," without warning Mary Margaret found herself flat on her back with Cora looming over her. A devious smirk graced the headmistress' lips, it both frightened and aroused Mary Margaret. "Prepare yourself my little neve for I am going to ravish you completely."
With that Cora sunk to her knees and gently spread apart creamy thighs so that every thing was exposed to her. Mary Margaret's sex glistened with her arousal and the small pearl made itself known. The young woman's unique sent filled Cora's senses. It was intoxicating and arousing, it broke whatever was holding her back and Cora all but latched onto the young woman's sex.
Mary Margaret let out an ear piercing cry; somewhere in her deep subconscious she was thanking her lucky stars that the house was empty. Her arms collapsed underneath her causing her to flop onto the bed. She tried to get back up but couldn't, her arms just wouldn't hold her weight. So all she could do is feel, feel Cora's tongue explore every inch of her nether regions. A sharp bite to her clitoris made her see stars and than the world went black.
When the black cloud lifted from her vision it was dark except for the faint orange glow of a lamp. Cora loomed over her, running slim finger's through her hair. There was a gentle smile on the older woman's face, she showed no judgement but Cora was a master in hiding her true emotions from her face unlike her. The smile that she gave Cora was weak and held the embarrassment and shame that she felt.
"Something troubles you Mary Margaret what is it?" Mary Margaret shook her head slightly and tried to turn away but couldn't due to the hand on the back of her head. Cora sighed sadly and laid herself down so that she could look right into the young woman's pale green eyes. "Whatever you're feeling Mary Margaret it's not your fault. Everyone has different levels of experience that's nothing to be ashamed of."
"It's not just that," Mary Margaret whispered into the comforter.
"Than what?"
"I don't..." Mary Margaret's breathing became shaky and tears welded up in her eyes. In a blurry corner of her eye she caught the time, she decided it was time to leave. "I have to go," Mary Margaret got up to leave while scanning the floor for her discarded skirt and bra. Just as about she was going to pick up the first article of clothing something grabbed hold of her wrist, it was warm and strong at the same time. It was Cora's hand that was clamped around her wrist. Cora's hold was reflected on her face with brown eyes hard but with a slither of warming light. There was something else in Cora's milk chocolate brown eyes that Mary Margaret couldn't identify but it sent a piercing arrow straight to her heart, which scarred her.
"Please Mary Margaret tell me what it is that's bothering you, what you are feeling right now."
"I don't know what my heart is trying to tell me because I haven't used it in so long and that's what scares me Cora," the headmistress silently brought the distraught woman into her arms as Mary Margaret wept at her breast. Once Mary Margaret calmed down enough Cora disentangled herself from the once again sleeping woman. She covered the young woman with the red sheet before exiting. She backtracked to her study to collect the bag that Mary Margaret came over with. After leaving a note for the younger woman she went downstairs. What was happening around her dinning table made her question if she entered another dimension.
For one her daughter's were not at each others throats which was a miracle in it of itself. What sent her head spinning was that they were not only in the same room and getting along but they were doing so without a buffer like herself between them. Well there was Emma squatting around the chess board again while Regina and Zelena played a card game. Emma's green eyes all but flickered on but waited until she hand Regina's undivided attention until she moved one of her pieces and returned to her seat. It took Regina less than a minute for her to move one of her own black pieces to say, "Check mate," and the game was done and she returned to her card game with her sister.
"Back again I see Ms. Swan," Regina turned to face her mother ready to plead her case but Cora's gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her. "It's all right Regina I don't mind Emma at all. In fact if it wasn't for her random outburst I wouldn't even know she's here unless she upsets your sister again," the blonde blushed and looked down at the board in front of her, her fingers playing with one of the pieces, the knight, one of the few she could actually identify. "I am more interested in what you and Zelena are doing Regina?"
"Playing a side game of gin while I wait for Emma to make her move."
"I must say," Zelena added in her playfully amused tone. "It is quite entertaining watching young Emma here making a move. The consecration on her face, it was like as though the only thing that mattered was that move. Though that might not be the only thing," she winked at Emma and placed the cards that were in her hand on the table, signaling the end of her and her sister's little card game with no defined winner. "I have studying to do," she threw over her shoulder as she headed upstairs, not waiting on any protest, if there were any.
Regina was unaffected by her sister's abrupt exit, she just packed up the cards and returned to giving Emma her undivided attention as they played yet another round of chess.
It was darker when Mary Margaret woke up for the second time, and colder. The only warmth was the single red sheet around her naked body but it didn't stop the goosebumps. When she turned over she found a note next to the clock written on a yellow post it note like the one she uses.
'Mary Margaret,
I went downstairs to check up on things but please feel free to use my bathroom to suit your needs. I got your bag from the study and your discarded clothes and placed them next to the night stand.-Cora
P.S. I borrowed one of your post it notes I hope you don't mind.'
Mary Margaret smiled and collected the beige tote bag that she came with and took out the spare set of clothes she tucked in there; a white sweater, a random pair of black pants, and new underwear. Taking the clothing with her she went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Freshly showered and in clean clothes Mary Margaret went downstairs to find Cora. The head mistress was sitting at one end of the dark wood table with a small plate in front of her that was being ignored as she watched the two teens in front of her. Regina and Emma, which was strange to her at least but not to the dark brunette teen.
People in Storybrooke were still relatively new to Mary Margaret and next to Cora Regina was the biggest mystery of them all. She was still learning what made the young girl tick, her closed and standoffish nature didn't help. But apparently Regina had a soft spot for Emma, the class president didn't even scowl or flinch when Emma yelled, "Check mate!" In fact there was a small smile on Regina's face as she excepted defeat. Even Cora smiled as she stood up and walked to the kitchen, taking her plate with her.
It wasn't just Regina but Emma as well. It was the first time that Mary Margaret has ever seen the blonde so happy and... relaxed.
"Congratulations girls you have managed to prove that you can play a game of chess that does end with a clear winner."
"Yeah I don't know if Regina and I are the best chess players out there or the worst," the full smile that was on Emma's face faltered a little when she saw her, it was the look that her girls would give her when they know they did something wrong or on the lines of wrong. It was one of Emma's rules that they established when the blonde teen took the job of junior deputy, she was supposed to go straight home after work. It was why she started panicking the other day when Emma didn't show up when she supposed to, but if this is what she was doing she could let it slide, if she was told before hand.
"Mary Margaret," Regina turned around to face her but it was only a second, political mask back on.
"Emma. If your done with your game then we can head home we don't want to over stay our welcome."
"She is no trouble Mary Margaret," Cora came poked out of the kitchen, leaning against the door way arms crossed under her ample breast. "Neither are you," the older woman gave her a smile that caused a blush to form on her cheeks.
"No Mary Margaret's right, she left the others with Ms. Lucas and it's only fair that we relieve her of that burden. Besides she promised us that we go pick out a Christmas tree tomorrow."
"Is that so, well then I bid you both goodnight and wish you safe travel. Though if Ms. Swan salted the roads as she did the side walks you wouldn't have any trouble, our walk way has never looked better when a storm like this hits."
"Thank you Cora, its good to know that my hard work is personally appreciated," she turned to Regina, a pink blush painted her cheek. Awkwardly she held out her arm, palm up. She uncurled her fist to reveal a white knight chess piece. "Sorry I forgot that I was still holding it. I like the chess set that you have it's not to small but not to big that its hard to clean up when your done with it and the pieces, the pieces are my favorite. They have a good weight to them and the coloring is nice and the clothed bottoms makes them versatile and a nice feeling when you run your thumb across it," at the end Emma hunched her shoulders as though she was turtle hiding its in its shell.
"Thank you Emma I never had any compliment my chess board before but thank you I'm glad you like it," Regina took back the offered chess piece and said goodnight to Emma as she left with her supervisor, walking side by side. She looked down at the object in her hand, the small piece practically glowed against her tan. It took her a minute to realize that she was not only smiling at the small white knight but running the pad of her thumb against the bottom of it. She snapped herself out of whatever trance she was in and placed the discarded knight back with the others and slid the lid back in place for the final time.
Emma was right however, it was a nice feeling.
The streets of Storybrooke were quite, as most people stayed off the roads as much they could. It was silent in Mary Margaret's Ford Country Squire as she drove herself and Emma to the Lucas' residence. Emma didn't say a word to her just slouched herself in the front seat looking everywhere but at her.
"I'm sorry," Emma looked at her for breaking the silence, still not saying anything. The blonde gave her a look that said she wanted her to continue with whatever it was she wanted to say. "I'm sorry for intruding on your chess game with Regina."
"Its cool so long as you didn't mind me ruining yours and Cora's after glow," Emma yelp as she was jerked forward as Mary Margaret slammed on the breaks, causing the compact car to come to a complete stop. "Damn it Mary Margaret give me a warning next time."
"How did," Mary Margaret's voice was shaky as though she was about to cry. "How did you find out."
"It doesn't take a genius Mary Margaret. I mean, you started out in one outfit and now you're in another. You're making it more obvious," she paused for a moment, thinking. "We don't care you know," Mary Margaret looked at her with big eyes and tilted her head. "Tink, Ruby, Mulan, and I, we don't care if you're dating Cora or if you don't tell us, it's not our place. But I understand if you don't want anyone else to know, I kinda don't want anyone to know about my chess games with Regina."
"Why not? There's nothing wrong with playing chess."
"By it self no but with Regina, that's a big no no," again Mary Margaret gave her a quizzical look. "No one likes Regina, I can partially understand why but the ones that hate her the most are the others and I don't want this to look like I'm betraying them. Where teenagers, girl teenagers, and we always try to find a motive for every action around them. So, as long as you don't tell anyone about Regina I won't say anything about Cora."
"Okay. I don't fully understand it Emma but okay. However-"
"Here it comes," Emma rolled her eyes but got serious as Mary Margaret glared at her.
"We have to talk about setting times for you to go over okay?"
"Yes Mary Margaret," with emotional and relationship issues set aside for now Mary Margaret started the car again to pick up Emma's missing roommates. Despite the issue being dropped it wasn't forgotten and the burden of being the only two knowing dwelled on still to young and inexperienced shoulders. Who knew what would happened if it got out and not just for them but for the others who were in the cross fire as well.
A/N: I'm sorry for the long update, life and inspiration can suck sometimes but I will try to update more frequently. Thanks!
Food for thought: merda means shit/crap in Italian and neve means snow also in Italian.