"I hope no one else gave you any trouble, did they?" Regina asked, setting a glass of apple juice in front of Emma before taking a seat next to her on the couch.
They were at the teacher's house, which had become something of a second home to the blonde. She found herself here quite often, spending more time at the small mansion than her own loft. She even managed to memorize the layout of the place and knew exactly where everything was if she ever needed anything, or Regina asked her to grab a thing.
It was nice to be in a place where she was welcome. A place where she felt so at home; but, then again, wherever she was, she felt like she was at home when she was with the brunette. It was a strange way to put it, or so Emma had thought, but it was the best way to describe how Emma felt with the older woman.
"No, thankfully." She answered, a subtle smile on her face. "It was just the assholes in my second period. They weren't in any of my other classes."
"That's good." Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's waist, pulling the teenager against her body. "So, dear, how was your day?"
Emma gasped softly as tender lips pressed against the sensitive flesh just below her ear. The blonde tilted her head slightly, her skin pebbling with goose flesh. "My day started out shitty, but during and after lunch, it got better. You make me happy."
"I am glad to hear that, my swan." Regina grinned as Emma turned her head to meet whisky eyes. "You certainly make me happier."
One of Regina's hands slowly made its way up the blonde's sweater-covered arm, continuing its voyage up the side of her neck until it reached Emma's rosy cheek. The smile on the teenager's face only grew as she nuzzled the olive flesh, the softest of mewls slipping from those pink, parted lips.
"I'm baking." Emma whispered.
"Take that thing off, then, dear. You won't need it for much longer, anyways." Regina's words were a sensual purr, mixing kindly with the fingers that slowly eased the black sweater up even as she spoke. "It will prove difficult to make love to you if you were to continue wearing this silly thing."
And as the sweater was pulled over her breasts, Emma began to grow more excited. There was no reason for wearing this heinous thing, but the anticipation of keeping it on only to tease Regina fueled her to speak.
"Don't," she whispered.
"I thought you wanted-" The brunette's voice was soft, tentative, and her eyes almost lost.
"I-I do, I just-" Her gaze dropped almost shamefully as her words were lost. Okay. Maybe not a good idea.
"What is it, Emma?" Now the teacher was sitting straight up, her eyes attracted to Emma's mortified face. Her grip tightened around the blonde. "We don't have to have sex. It's fine."
"I want to…" Emma sighed, pulling her sweater over her head, though she had left her arms covered in the bunched fabric. "I-I'm sorry."
"Are you-" She leaned forward, her mouth mere inches from Emma's ear. The blonde shivered as Regina whispered the rest of the question, "on your period? Because, if you are, I will get you some chocolate and we can cuddle."
"What? No!" Emma gasped, moving from the surprised brunette's grip. "I mean, that would be nice, and I would like that very much, but I'm not on my period. Don't worry."
"O-okay." Regina blinked slightly, her eyes momentarily lowering to said area before raising to meet with Emma's. "Then what's wrong, Emma?"
"Nothing." She shrugged, leaning back into her girlfriend's arms. "It's nothing, Gina."
"Well, if you're sure."
"I am."
"What would you like to do?" Regina smiled, setting her chin on Emma's shoulder as her arms tightened over the younger woman's belly.
"Anything that you want." Emma leaned into her, quite content in this spot. She loved being held by Regina. It made her feel safe and secure, and it put away every drop of worry.
"That is quite easy to answer." Regina whispered into Emma's ear, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end. "I want you."
The English teacher's tongue deliciously laved across the soft, pale flesh below Emma's ear. The sensation shot straight to her core, where the fire brewing in her belly roared to life with a desire that only Regina could stir, and ultimately satisfy.
"Oh…" Emma swallowed thickly, her heart already hammering in her chest. "Then, we'll do that."
"Mm, good…" Regina's voice was soft and sensual as one hand moved to rid of the bundled sweater in Emma's arms, the other provocatively made its way up the blonde's abdomen to the swell of her chest. She gave a gentle squeeze, resulting in a slightly squirming Emma as she arched into the touch.
"Do you like that?" The older woman squeezed Emma's breast once again, resulting in a soft moan, which was mirrored by a sultry groan of Regina's own. Her head lowered, lips meeting the shell of Emma's ear. "Do you want me to do it some more?"
"Please…" Emma gasped when Regina did just that, her second hand sliding under the thin fabric of the blonde's black top.
"I know you liked it." She muttered against porcelain skin, her teeth gently teasing the flesh with gentle nips in time with the circular rub of her hand.
"I enjoy anything from you." Emma shifted to press her thighs together as the wandering hand slid up her shirt and over the twitching muscles of her abs. Oh, was this woman ever a tease?
"Anything?" Emma could hear the older woman's smirk. Suddenly, the blonde could feel a sharp pain as Regina's nails were digging into the flesh of her stomach. The grip soon faltered, the hand continuing as Regina chuckled, acting as if it hadn't happened.
"I know you like the pain." She whispered, fingers caressing the smooth expanse of skin, stopping every so often when her fingers came across the crescent grooves left by her nails.
"Sometimes," Emma replied, biting her lip with a slight wince.
The brunette hadn't seemed to notice, for she only chuckled again, the sound a melody that, combined with her gentle touches, had the throb between her thighs only intensify. She shifted in her spot, subtly grinding her sensitive flesh against the seam of her tight jeans for some sort of relief.
This, Regina did notice. She retracted the hand from Emma's breast and pressed it against her thigh to cease her movements.
"You let me do that." A wicked smile reflected Emma's flushed cheeks. "You impatient little Swan."
"I am a horny, impatient, little Swan." Emma grumbled, though the smile on her face fully reached her eyes. "And this Swan needs to get fucked by her Queen."
"I'm your Queen, now?" Regina smiled, eyes softening incredibly.
"Yeah. You are the Evil Queen, after all."
"Oh, yes." And just like that, those molten brown eyes darkened as lust drove away any other emotions. "Well, let's see where that takes us."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. But you must come with me so I can show you." Regina gently removed herself from her position and stood, hand reaching down to grab Emma's forearm.
"Come. Let us go to the Queen's bedchambers." Regina growled, tugging the blonde off the couch as she made habit to move toward the bedroom upstairs. Emma anxiously followed behind, the excitement buzzing in her brain like bees, dizzying her.
"There's no rush. We have all night." Emma gasped from behind Regina who had shifted in a way that had the seam of Emma's jeans pressing tantalizingly against her sensitive core.
"Are you alright, love?" Regina's brows were knit together. She had caught the blonde's latest wince and took a step into her personal space. Dark eyes met with green, dropping only moments later to her grip on Emma's arm.
"I'm alright. Just my jeans. It's touching me in my no-nos."
"You're a weirdo, Emma." Regina chuckled, her eyelids fluttering shut as she brought Emma's left arm up to her mouth, giving the soft and delicate skin a few kisses. "But you're my weirdo."
"Thanks, Gina, thanks." Emma's lips twitched, pulling upward until she was bursting into a flow-blown smile. This had caused a smile on Regina's own face; small, but still genuine and sweet as hell that still sent Emma's heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly in her chest.
"But you're sexy as hell," the teacher continued, her voice far huskier. Her sweet smile turned devious as Emma's arm was brought slower to it, her tongue sliding out to connect with porcelain flesh.
The fire in Emma's lower belly returned to life with a vengeance, and even more so, turning into a desperate, yearning ache as Regina used that little pink muscle to lave across a few connecting moles on Emma's arm.
"Gina," she breathed, slightly wincing in response to her delicious acts.
Regina looked up, albeit, her mouth remained, kissing the back of her hand before finally pulling away. Emma's eyes found themselves caught in her lover's, pupils dilated with desire, appearing almost black. Her breath caught in her throat when those eyes bore into her, exposing every ounce of desire that her cells were buzzing with, which had now blown into full-on frenzy as every fiber of her being tingled with excitement.
"Come with me to the bed," the older woman whispered, sliding her hand down to lace their fingers together; olive entwined with ivory.
"Okay." The blonde followed the short distance behind Regina to the bed, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other as she hesitated. The brunette turned to face her, arms snaking around Emma's neck. And then she was leaning forward, her lips pressing against Emma's in a fiery explosion of passion that sent her head spinning.
It had taken the blonde a few heartbeats to regain herself, but when she did, the teacher brought Emma's body flush against her own.
Regina's breath, labored, hit Emma's skin like a hot spring's steam, her hands twisted in golden locks, untangling and re-tangling as they tried to find purchase on Emma's flushed cheeks. The blonde's limbs worked to their own accord, though had far more inappropriate motives than Regina's own as one landed on the brunette's posterior end, the other working diligently at the buttons to the teacher's blazer.
It was Regina to be the first to pull away from the kiss, panting for air with a smirk on her face.
"Someone sure is eager." Her voice was sensual, sending shivers through Emma's body, and that throbbing ache between her thighs only grew.
It was soft, like silk, but husky enough to send her blazer to the floor, her blouse soon following. Emma now knew what impatience was, and she was sure acting on her own impulse, unable to handle the wait any longer.
"I've been horny all goddamn day for you." Emma purred, fingers teasing the black lace of Regina's brassiere.
"Good," Regina murmured breathlessly as Emma's curious digits didn't relent and slipped underneath the fabric, teasing the brunette's already pert nipple.
"Mhm…" The blonde cupped the older woman's breast, squeezing it as said woman began to unbutton Emma's jeans. "I'm so wet for you."
Regina made a sound of pleasure, the smile on her face telling Emma that she approved. She moved forward, lips inches from Emma's as her fingers tugged on the belt loops of the teenager's tight jeans.
"I'll make it all the easier as I make love to you." Regina growled, pulling those jeans down her lover's ass and thighs.
Emma obediently kicked them off, though, she stared at Regina with wide eyes. "Make love to me?"
"Yes, dear. Is it so hard to comprehend that I would like to take my time with you, to love you like you deserve? So, get out of my bra and show yourself to the bed."
Emma swallowed thickly at the demand, her heart thundering in her ears. The woman in front of her stared with searing eyes and a face that held no arguments.
"Want me to take my clothes off?"
"That would be nice, dear." Regina shifted away from the younger woman as she retracted her hand and began to undress. Meanwhile, the brunette turned to face the bed and began to pull the covers back, revealing immaculate, gold satin sheets.
The best kind, Emma thought, tossing her shirt to the side before taking her animal print bra off, flinging it across the room with a playful smirk. Regina watched and rolled her eyes, perching on the edge of the bed.
"What?"
"It's a good thing I like your boobs, you petulant blonde." Regina's smile grew upon eye contact with Emma, her hand somewhere up her skirt to remove the stockings.
"I like your boobs, too." Emma smirked, clambering onto the bed behind Regina to unclasp her bra. "They're pretty and really soft."
"Like a plush toy, are they?" The brunette chuckled, rolling her stockings down as Emma slowly pushed the bra straps off her shoulders; pink mouth attaching to the smooth, tan flesh.
"Hell yeah. I have a stuffed turtle that reminds me of your tits."
Regina chuckled and stood up, away from Emma's grasp to push her skirt down over her hips. It pooled around her ankles onto the floor and she stood there as Emma took in an eyeful. And, oh gods, the amount of Regina's bare ass hanging out of those skimpy panties had Emma's mouth watering.
Then she turned around, a small smirk on her face when she had noticed where the blonde's eyes were. A soft giggle bubbled from her lips when Emma had tried to appear innocent. Regina hadn't said a word as she silently stalked back over to the bed and crawled in on her knees in front of Emma.
"Boobs," Emma muttered, eyes somehow managing to attract to the exposed mounds in front of her face. Quickly, she fixed her eyes on Regina's who had chuckled softly, knowing that whatever her little improv was had saved her from having to admit to staring at the English teacher's ass.
"Aren't you cute?" Regina smiled, wrapping her arms around the blonde, bringing their bare flesh tightly together.
Both groaned against one another, their mouths opening wide until they were on the verge of swallowing each other's face. Regina's tongue, like a wad of cinnamon bubble gum, found its way into Emma's mouth, exploring and tasting every nook and cranny as she had in a familiar inspection. Emma had been quick to greet said tongue, marveling in the sweetness as both caressed each other like old lovers.
The moan that she had given was enough to send the blonde into a frenzy, wanting to hear the same noises come from her brunette lover. She always enjoyed giving Regina pleasure, if not for the single fact of the sounds that she had made when in ecstasy. It was a delicious thing that Emma always found herself craving for more and never ceased to get it.
But it was Regina who had made the first move, lowering Emma's back to the mattress as she slowly crawled on top of her. In their new position, the blonde wrapped her legs around Regina's waist, her lips detaching to pepper light kisses across the darker woman's jawline.
The older woman mewled, her lips slightly parted as Emma continued, proceeding down olive flesh with delicate kisses. Her fingers skidded across Regina's smooth back, which had earned her another delicious moan shooting straight to the center of her arousal.
"Touch me…" Emma purred into the brunette's ear, her moist breath sending shivers down Regina's spine, causing her to tremble above Emma.
"I will," she promised, hand moving from the position beside Emma's hand to trail anxious fingers down fair skin, tracing every scrumptious curve.
Emma shuddered, anticipation hitting hard as she stared into those dazzling brown eyes above her. Her breath came in gasps when those exploring digits lowered, halting at the waistband of her panties before taking a completely different path up north.
The blonde's muscles twitched underneath Regina's hand, urging for it to go further down into forbidden territory. She groaned, short nails digging into Regina's back. "Please," she whimpered, as the brunette only smirked, a teasing gesture; and sinister to say the least.
Regina hadn't replied to her lover's plea, instead she silently slid her hand back down the blonde's abdomen, the anxious muscles in her lower belly burned with excitement, and her hips bucked almost involuntarily for more contact.
"Gina."
The name was nothing but a sharp intake of air when the brunette finally had granted her request, fingers slipping underneath the thin fabric of her undergarments to explore the tender flesh that had her grinding against the hand.
"You certainly are drenched, aren't you, Emma?" Regina whispered into Emma's ear, a seductive growl that made her tremble.
"Y-yes… I'm so ready for you." Emma choked her words as Regina let her fingers move across the slick flesh, delving between the folds. The blonde brought her hips thrusting upwards, already selfish for more of the mocking touches. It hadn't taken long from that point as things were set into motion and her climax was approaching.
Emma completely blanked when it did approach, the world around her seemed to slow down, except for the teacher's movements as they continued to pump into her body with delicious reprise, holding out her orgasm as it reached limits that she had never known.
Emma could feel herself landing, coming down hard from the high she wished would never have ended. Her body trembled slightly as she sagged against the bed, Regina's hands pulling away from her pulsing center to give them a good clean with her tongue.
"Fluffy panther kitten…" Emma couldn't help but to mutter. Regina had reminded her of a cat as she licked her fingers, as well as that smirk that look like a cat who had caught the canary.
"Pardon?" The brunette paused mid-lick; a brow quirked.
"It was something I called you a while ago, before we started dating." The blonde blushed, closing her eyes. "And you reminded me of a cat by licking your fingers."
"Well, that certainly does qualify as one of the strangest things that I have heard coming from you." Regina shook her head and proceeded to clean Emma's juices from herself. "And you say quite a few strange things."
"That's because I'm weird." The blonde shrugged, opening her eyes to meet with Regina's. "I love you, Gina."
Regina paused, dropping her arms to her sides. For some reason, the statement had caught her off guard, but Emma only smiled. Why it had, she didn't know, since they always seemed to say those words at random times, but the soft smile that had melted the entire woman's visage had sent her heart soaring.
"I love you, too, sweetheart," she replied, her tone dripping with honey as a hand found its way to one of the blonde's flushed cheeks.
"I love it when you smile like that." Emma muttered, nuzzling the hand on her cheek. One of her own rested on the back of Regina's and gave it a squeeze. "You look really happy, and when you're happy, you're beautiful. Not saying that you're ugly when-"
"Shh…" Regina smiled, silencing the babbling blonde with a kiss. "I understand what you mean and thank you."
"Yeah. Of course," Emma whispered, pushing a strand of hair away from Regina's face.
The brunette's cheeks flared a spectacular red that had Emma giggling, a sweet and lighthearted tune that had Regina wearing a grin.
"And now, it's my turn to show you how fondly I think of you, since we're on the subject." The smile on her face remained, but the one on Regina's slightly faltered. It raised to alarm to the blonde, for the older woman's eyes grew darker, her breath suddenly short.
"It only makes sense for what you did-"
"Oh, shut the hell up and kiss me." Regina hissed, diving forward to claim those lips that she had silenced. Emma had no problem kissing her back with great vigor, her fingers tangling in the raven locks that tickled her breasts.
Their kiss deepened to a war of tongues, nails digging painfully into Emma's hips as the brunette's own ground against hers.
The blonde grunted, bucking her pelvis up to meet the English teacher's whose thighs soon separated, straddling the young woman's hips.
"Underwear," Emma gasped, her mouth forming an O as the lace fabric of Regina's panties rubbed against her already aching womanhood.
"Mustn't forget." Regina shot her a seductive smirk. "Take them off."
"Make me do it all, why don't you?" Emma joked, reaching to the older woman's hips in front of her to hook fingers under the scrap of material.
She tugged them down as far as they could go in the brunette's position and waited, her eyes never leaving her delicious prize peeking from under black lace. Regina made haste of moving to slip the panties off, quickly returning to her position, this time laying herself on the blonde. Her breath was hot against Emma's face, but her eyes were absolutely seething as they bore into the blonde's own.
Oh, she was totally horny.
Emma smirked and ran her hands down the older woman's back, teasing the flesh with the pads of her fingers. Regina's breath hitched as she awaited those digits' next move. With each breath, the blonde's hands moved lower until they gripped the brunette's hips, her own slowly grinding against Regina's center.
"Emma!" Her gasp was so enticing; Emma could already feel her own arousal stir to life once again. This time, though, there was immediate attention given as Regina ground her sweet flesh against the blonde, her face filled with pleasure.
That woman was a masterpiece. Emma always lived for these moments. It was the way that Regina bit her lip when it had become so intense, or the way that her eyes wrinkled when shut, to that small smile on her face as it shaped an O, her breath broken into short gasps and delicious moans that she just couldn't hold back always had Emma marveled.
"Touch me, Emma, please." Her words were a whisper and that's when Emma knew the extent of her need.
A hand slid between their bodies as she searched for the center of Regina's arousal. Her other arm wrapped around the teacher's back as she gained the momentum to flip over by rocking her body; soon succeeding with a wide-eyed brunette underneath her. But the surprise hadn't lasted long as Emma worked her fingers into Regina to bring her to climax. And so, she had succeeded when the brunette gave a short cry and held onto her teenage lover with a tight grip, body shuddering with pleasure as her inner walls hugged the blonde's thrusting fingers.
As Regina came down from her ecstatic high, Emma pulled out of her to gather the older woman in her arms, cuddling the limp woman close.
"I-I'm sorry," Regina whispered against Emma's chest, her grip on Emma's arms unrelenting.
"For what, babe?" Emma frowned, dropping her gaze to meet with large, brown ones. She tucked the hair dangling in front of those apologetic eyes behind Regina's ears, her heart sinking at the look.
"I… couldn't stop myself. It felt so good."
"What?" Then it clicked, something in the blonde's brain sparked as she gathered what the older woman had meant. "No, no. Don't apologize about that. It's good to feel good and you shouldn't hold back. Besides, there's another round to have, right?"
Regina smiled and nodded slowly, her fingers tracing an invisible line down the blonde's abdomen.
"I'll make sure to hold off longer." Emma smirked at the seductive growl that emanated from her brunette lover's lips. She found herself getting pulled into Regina and those dark eyes staring at her.
"So, I've been thinking-"
"Since when did you have the time?" Regina smirked up at Emma who held her, idly drawing circles on her sweat-slick back. They had just finished another round and were relaxing in their post-coital bliss, stealing kisses and sneaking caresses to one another every so often.
"No. Like, before that." Emma stopped her movements to roll her eyes. "I meant that I still owe you a dance, you know?"
"And you want to do that now?" The brunette quirked a brow. "Are you sure you'd be able to even walk?" Her eyes floated to a few toys left on the bed beside them.
Emma could already feel the soreness that had settled between her thighs. She was going to have fun tomorrow. "Want to have a little Winter Formal of our own after the finals?"
"I would like that." Regina smiled, pressing a kiss to Emma's cheek before settling back down, her head on the blonde's chest.
"Awesome!" Emma giggled, stroking Regina's hair. "I can't wait. It'll be fun and I could wear my dress for you. You should wear that dress."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Wanna do it on Thursday or Friday?"
"Graham's in touch, is he not? Do you have plans to spend time with him and your other friends?"
"Right. Hadn't thought of that. How about Thursday? I can go home and get ready, then walk to your place? Graham will understand and, if I can convince Mary Margaret, I can even stay the night. She'd think I'd be staying with my friends."
"You really shouldn't lie to your mother." Regina scolded, but there was a smile on her face as bright as the sun. "But that would be nice. There's always a spot for you in my bed and a place at the breakfast table."
"I'll let you know what she says." Emma sighed contently, letting her body sink into the satin sheets. They sat in silence, their breathing the only thing that seemed to matter to one another. The gentle rise and fall of her lover's chest had lulled Emma into relaxation, bringing her to a world where nothing mattered.
"Gina?" Emma queried, fingers combing through her raven locks. There was no response, or at least not one that she could hear.
"Regina?" She rose her eyebrows, her hand sliding from Regina's hair to gently shake her shoulder. Her only response was a light snore.
She had fallen asleep.
"Sweet dreams, my Queen." Emma whispered, bending down to press a kiss to the top of the snoozing Regina's head.
The bell rang for the end of the period and Emma stood as slowly as she could. She was not at all anxious to head to class. How if they talked about her? How if Mr. Spencer, himself, said something? Would he kick her out? Would he do that? Could he do that?
As she neared that damned room, limping like a monster, her stomach knotted up. She could simply just skip the period. But where would she go? And what about Regina? She'd surely rip her a new asshole.
When she entered the room, no one appeared to notice. Of course, none of the students from yesterday were in here yet. The blonde thanked whatever high deity that was the case and slumped into her desk. Her eyes skated across the room, eventually landing on the elderly teacher in his desk.
He seemed to be unbothered by the fact that she was in here, if he even noticed her arrival in the first place. She sighed and averted her gaze from the math teacher to, once again, look around as more students filed in.
Rolling her eyes when she spotted the scowl from one of the girls that sat near her, Emma pulled out her notebook and flipped it open to doodle, idly waiting until the bell had finally rung.
"Get your study guides out from yesterday." Mr. Spencer announced, taking his place before the class. She had completed that thing last week when he first handed it out. It was simple multiple choice, and he only gave completion points for it.
"We're going to go through a few problems, then you're on your own. It's due tomorrow, so make sure to have it complete when you return tomorrow-"
Emma blocked him out and continued doodling on her notebook paper. She already knew how to do most, if not all, the stuff left. And since everyone had decided to keep quiet and not make a scene like yesterday, Emma could space off peacefully.
"Emma!"
"Yeah?" She looked up to the teacher who was glowering over at her.
"Now is a time for studying. You should put that pencil to good use on your assignment instead of futile drawings." The math teacher gestured to the packet tucked away under her notebooks on the corner of her desk. "Do you even have it completed, or have you been wasting your time in my class with art?"
"Yes, it's done. You can check it, if you want." Emma shrugged, pulling the papers out to hold up.
He didn't bother to look through it, let alone take the few steps near the blonde. "Then come up and do this problem on the board if you're so confident to do other things in my class."
"Fine." Emma sighed, sliding out of the desk to gather the electronic marker that he handed her.
As she did the problem with ease, she heard a few whispers coming from behind her. Normally she would pass it off for senseless chatter that they usually had, but there was a put in her stomach as they continued. She had a feeling that those muttered words were meant for her.
She shook those whispers away and concentrated on the problem, soon finishing it so she could return to her seat. Behind her, she could hear Mr. Spencer mutter, "Very well."
Trying to hide her sly smirk, she shoved her face in the notebook, ignoring the teacher's droning voice as he proceeded to speak. She would have died from boredom if not for Regina. The brunette teacher had lightly knocked on the door before entering, drawing everyone's attention towards her.
"Can I help you, Ms. Mills?" Mr. Spencer stopped his lesson and walked over to her, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at the sight of the woman's cleavage.
Go on, old man, stare harder 'cause that's all you'll get to do.
"Yes, you may. I am looking for Emma Nolan." Regina responded politely. "I need her to come to my class. She'll be gone for the rest of the period, if that's alright?"
"Yes, of course." He grunted, gesturing for said student to stand. She had already packed up, her stomach doing flips.
"Thank you." She dipped her head, in which Mr. Spencer smiled shortly before heading to the front of the class.
"Are you ready, dear?" The English teacher asked a nodding Emma.
But before she could even take two steps toward the woman, one of the girls from yesterday had to open her mouth. "I'd be careful if I were you, Ms. Mills."
"Pardon?" Ms. Mills blinked.
"She'd probably hang all up on you." The girl answered.
"Why on earth would she do that?" Regina furrowed her brows, eyes momentarily moving to Emma.
"She's a lesbian, you know. It's disgusting. She tried to flirt with me yesterday and I'm sure she puppy-chases every girl in school, especially when they show her attention."
The boy that sat next to Emma nodded, his eyes landing on Regina's cleavage before flicking up to meet brown eyes. "It's true and I bet she likes you, too. You shouldn't wear something like that around someone like her."
"I hardly think so." Regina commented, but the girl had interrupted her with the same thing that she had said the day prior about her wanting to do obscene things to her.
"Gina…" Emma whispered; her voice barely audible as she moved to stand slightly behind the brunette who looked positively seething.
She was unable to utter a word in the blonde's defense, for every time that she had, she had been cut off by hurtful insults, many of which stung Emma's heart. She could only imagine what those words were doing to Regina. But there was just one comment that pushed the English teacher's last button.
"Homosexuality is a disease and should be stopped before it's spread. My mom says it's in the Bible." It was the brunette girl that had demanded to be moved away from Emma yesterday. She still sat in her new seat, a snotty look on her face. Emma guessed this bitch needed to brush up on a few passages because she looked like she sucked a few in her day.
"Excuse me?" Regina snapped, the sudden raise in her voice forcing the girl to shut up and look at her, as well as the rest of the class.
"Don't you agree?" She asked.
"No. I don't agree with your opinions." Ms. Mills hissed, her face turning red. Emma swore that woman's head would explode, or at least that vein that scarily popped out of her forehead would burst. "I had known Emma was gay for quite some time now and that does not change what I think of her.
"She is just like each one of you. I have not once seen nor heard her act the way that you have described. This young lady is smart and diligent, like many of you. I would certainly think twice before you go making assumptions about people. Let that sink in and think about how much your words affect the ones around you. Not everyone has the same opinion. Emma may not be the only one, and I'm not just speaking of the students in this classroom."
Emma gawked, having the sudden urge to applaud her girlfriend. She was sure that just about every student crapped themselves. She sure did; metaphorically, of course.
"And Mr. Spencer." Regina turned toward her colleague; brows raised in perfect arches. "I do assume that you will take care of this young lady and her friend for counts of bullying and classroom disturbance? You seem to let them say what they wish without attempting to step in. Really, now, do you wish for me to speak with Mr. Gold about your behavior?"
"No. I'd rather you not. I'll write them up." The math teacher grumbled, making haste toward his desk to gather the office referral slips.
"Right. Come on, Emma. I need to get back to the classroom." Regina opened the door, Emma jumping from her spot to quickly follow.
As soon as they were out of the classroom, Emma grinned and playfully bumped into the teacher. "That was awesome, what you said. You really put that bitch in her place."
"It's all true." Regina simply shrugged, heels clicking on the floor as they moved swiftly down the hallway, soon turning into the English hallway. "I'm tired of people insulting us, Emma. I wish they could see it as I do. As many people do, gay or not. But I suppose we cannot change the world in one day. There will always be bigots out there and there's really no way to change their views, so we must let them be."
"I know, Gina. I just wish everyone would see the big picture, but you're right." Emma sighed, stopping just outside her classroom. She looked up at the brunette, a smile on her face. "But I really appreciate what you said, you know, standing up for me and all."
"Of course, dear. Why wouldn't I? Someone has to." She had donned a sweet smile on her face, her hand raising to cup Emma's cheek but had stopped short and dropped to her side.
"Good. Now, let's get into class. I'm sure that the students have lynched my room by now." Regina quickly opened the door, allowing Emma in first as she soon followed. "You may sit in my chair."
"Thanks." Emma blinked at the size of the class. It was larger than she had initially imagined. She meekly made her way to the back of the class and dropped into Ms. Mills' rolling chair. It felt so much more comfortable than those hard desk chairs.
"I do apologize for the interruption." The teacher offered the class, standing in front of her podium. "But it is time to get back on track. Where were we?"
As Regina stood in the front of the room, helping the students study for the final exams, Emma played with several objects on her desk, a smirk on her face each time that the brunette stopped to give her a disapproving stare. She gave her a sly look as she picked up the older woman's paper cup of coffee and sniffed it – cinnamon coffee.
Quickly, as no one was looking, Emma swiveled the chair around and took a swig, letting the warm liquid seep down her throat and tranquilize her. With a happy sigh, she took another drink that Regina would surely catch her ass for later and set the cup back down.
The English teacher was staring at her, eyes narrowed.
She knew.
Emma burst into a fit of giggles, distracting the class to look at her. "Sorry."
"Is something funny, Emma?"
"No." The blonde put on her best poker face and sat back against the chair. "I just thought of something. But, please, continue teaching. Don't let me bother you."
"Anyways, as I was saying," Regina addressed the class, continuing with the review as Emma sat back and played with her phone, waiting for the bell to ring.
"You drank my coffee, Emma." Regina stated at the end of fourth period as Emma headed over to her, dragging her chair behind her. "You drank. My. Coffee."
"Not all of it." Emma sat down, eyeing the brunette. "Only a few sips."
"Enough sips to drain most of what was left. I need that. It helps keep me awake."
"I'll buy you some later." She shrugged, nibbling on her lower lip.
"It's alright, dear." Regina chuckled. "I was only joking. It is fine. I can make plenty of coffee at home."
"Sometimes you're a bitch, but I love you regardless." Emma beamed, wrapping her arms tightly around the teacher. This had caught her by surprise, causing her to gasp and jerk, arms trapped under Emma's.
"Well, I am certainly glad to hear that." Regina eventually wiggled out of Emma's grip, a smile on her face as she played with a pen on her desk. She watched the blonde as she had seemed to space out, eyes focused on the pen caught between olive fingers. The brunette stopped, set the item down, and rolled forward. "What's on your mind, dear?"
"I don't have you for class tomorrow." Emma muttered solemnly.
"That's true." Regina sighed, reaching out to take her partner's hand. "But, think of it this way, you get out early. And around lunchtime, when I may or may not be in here."
"You want me to join you for lunch?"
"I wouldn't be opposed. After all, I will be grading the semester exams and that gets rather tedious after a while." Regina gave Emma's hand a squeeze before turning to her desk, staring with disbelieving eyes at the papers strewn across it. "I already have so much to get in before next week. I'm falling behind."
"Why?" Emma let her eyes fall to the papers as well, eyes widening. She hadn't exactly realized how many papers were there in the first place. Most were in neat stacks, probably sorted by class period and the type of assignment, while others were just placed here and there, making absolutely no sense in organization. Emma didn't envy Regina at all. She had a lot of work to do before the final grades needed to be posted.
"Distraction," she simply replied, grabbing the strewn papers to stack together, making a new pile next to the others. "But if I work without breaking often, I will be able to get them graded and posted."
"I'm the one distracting you, aren't I?" Emma frowned.
"It's not all your fault, honey. Most of the blame lands on me. I'm usually swimming in paperwork around this time. I hand out so many assignments and barely have the time to grade them all when I get them back." Regina plucked her glasses off her face and folded them to set on top of a stack of ungraded writing assignments. "That's why I normally do not have graded study guides at the end of the semester."
"Oh." The blonde nodded, eyes roving once last time over the mountain of papers before landing on the woman in front of her. "I wish I could help you."
"I wish that, too. But it's my responsibility. Don't worry about it. This is what I get paid to do."
"Alright." Emma frowned, plucking at a piece of string on her pants. "Do you want me to just go home tonight, then? If you need to get your work done, I don't want to bother you."
"You don't have to do that, Emma dear. I quite enjoy your company." Regina sighed. "But I don't want to bore you."
"I can put on a movie again or something." She shrugged.
"If you promise not to distract me with those lips." Regina smiled, leaning forward to give the blonde a quick peck. "As much as I admit to loving it, I cannot afford to get off track. I must get these graded before the end of the week."
"I promise that I won't try anything. I know that it's important."
"Thank you, my love." Regina smiled, wrapping her arms around Emma in a sweet embrace. She held on; her face buried in blonde curls. "I enjoy it when you come over."
"And I do, too." Emma muttered against the brunette's skin. "By the way, you look gorgeous in that shirt."
"Oh, thank you, love."
"I made a good choice, yeah?"
"Indeed, you have." Regina chuckled softly and pulled away, looking down at the red material. "Everyone else seems to think so, as well."
"Really?" The blonde narrowed her eyes.
"Yes. Everyone that I ran into today had been staring at my cleavage."
"Who are they? I'm gonna kill 'em."
"Don't fret about that, dear. It's alright." The English teacher smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind her lover's ear. "They can look, but they cannot touch. The touching is your part."
"Damn straight! If I wanna grope you, I can!" Emma's hand was on the brunette's breast before either one of them knew it.
And then someone walked through the door.
Regina's breast should have been on fire as fast as Emma had pulled her hand away from it, bringing it to herself as wide eyes were focused on the intruder. The teacher almost gave herself whiplash as she stared down the new occupant.
"Killian!" Ms. Mills gasped; her lips parted as she stared at the bewildered face in the doorway.
Emma shrunk in her seat, staring at the teenage boy with glaring eyes.
"I-I can come back."
"It's fine, dear. What can I do for you?"
"I had a question on the study guide. But really, I can come back after school." He shook his head, blue eyes darting between Emma and Regina.
"You're not going anywhere!" Emma stood up and stormed over to him, her face scrunched in rage as she neared the boy.
"I-I won't say anything!" Killian rose his arms in defense, looking over at Regina who had warned Emma not to do anything.
But she didn't seem to care, instead, she grabbed the brunet by the lapels of his jacket and hissed. "Who did you tell? Why did you tell them?"
"Tell who what?!" He tried to step back, but Emma jerked him forward.
"That I was gay! I told you not to tell anyone!" She wanted so badly to punch him right there and then, but Regina was now standing behind her, muttering in her ear about how it was a bad idea. Emma wouldn't have done it, anyways. She knew that she would get into trouble. Besides, she didn't want to look bad in front of her girlfriend.
"I fucking sat there and got bullied yesterday! All thanks to you!"
"I didn't tell anyone!" He pleaded; his voice raised a couple octaves.
"And why the fuck should I believe you?"
"I don't break my promises." Killian stared at her, gazing into her eyes. "Didn't you say you had a superpower or whatever to tell if someone was lying? Look at me! I'm telling the truth!"
Emma narrowed her eyes, quick to deny what he was saying to her. But when she met his gaze, there was nothing but pure honesty, and a slight hint of fear, in them as he spoke.
"How the hell did they find out?"
"The jackass that sat next to you said he overheard us at the dance. I was going to tell you, but you left." He looked down, Emma's grip loosening on his jacket. "I'm sorry that it got out. I tried to convince him to not say anything, but he wouldn't listen."
"Fucking asshole. I ought to bash his fucking skull in."
"Emma…" Regina's voice spoke from behind the blonde, an olive hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry," she muttered and looked up at Killian. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you and all that jazz. I really thought that you betrayed me."
"I wouldn't. You're a good friend." He offered her a cheesy smile and Emma could feel Regina's grip tighten on her shoulder. "But, uh, can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"What's- What was that that I saw?" Killian's voice was tentative as he spoke, his sapphire eyes looking between the two women in front of him. "I mean, clearly you were fondling our teacher."
"Uh…" Emma looked to the brunette who was now sighed, her eyes closed.
"I'm gay." Regina suddenly said, brown eyes connecting with blue.
"What the hell?" Emma gawked at Regina after those words had left her mouth, but her own brain couldn't process any more thought after that, her eyes merely falling to the shocked boy.
"Uh…" Killian blinked, surprised by the news, but also confused. "…is this a lesbian thing?"
"No, we-"
"That's it." Emma narrowed her eyes on the brunet boy, cutting her girlfriend off from saying anything else. She didn't know where Regina was going with that, but she figured to stop it before it got out of hand.
"Uh huh. So... are you two, like...?"
Regina squeezed the blonde's shoulder, her dark eyes widening. Clearly, she hadn't expected the verbal diarrhea that spilt from her mouth prior and looked as if she were deciding against speaking.
"Leave." Emma merely stated, eyes floating to the door. She wasn't answering anything.
"It's alright." Regina whispered to Emma, letting go of her lover's shoulder. "You said that you had a question?"
"Yeah, but I don't want to interrupt your lunch."
"No, it's perfectly fine, dear. If that's alright with you, Emma?"
"Yeah. I gotta get our lunch ready, anyways." Emma shrugged, her heart sinking as she moved back to her seat and grabbed her bag off the floor. The other two moved towards the desk as well as Emma watched subtly, digging out the contents of their lunch.
She hated it when there were others around Regina. It was a natural reaction, she assumed, and she wanted the brunette all to herself. She wanted to be as selfish as possible. Regina was hers, goddammit.
But she was also her own person and a teacher, who had to give her attention to her students.
Emma huffed and set the sandwiches she made for lunch aside, her eyes never leaving Regina as she helped Killian with the study guide.
Holy shit, Emma, since when do you get so jealous over a boy?
It wasn't too much longer until Regina had finished answering Killian's question and the boy was out of the room, the English teacher locking the door behind him. When she returned to her desk, Emma couldn't help but to stare at the raven-haired woman.
"What the hell was that about?" Emma queried, regardless of the bite of sandwich that she was currently chewing on.
"I panicked! I didn't know what to say, and for some reason, that was the first thing that came to mind and spilled out of my mouth." Regina shrunk into her chair, looking ashamed as she absently played with the wrapper from Emma's meal.
"We really need to get that fixed." A soft sigh fell from Emma's lips as she took another bite of her sandwich. "He's going to be suspecting something. I wouldn't doubt that he would be pestering me about it later, either."
"We're becoming too reckless." The brunette murmured softly, finally finding the sandwich that Emma had made for her. "We need to be more careful."
"I know." Emma frowned slightly, eyes falling to Regina's hands as she fumbled with the packaging. "I'm surprised no one else has ever walked in before."
"We've just been lucky." Regina leaned back against the office chair, nibbling on the bread's crust. "And we'll be even luckier if no one else knows by the end of the school year."
Emma nodded in agreement. They needed to tone their affection down when they were in the classroom in case something like that happened again in the future. Next time it might not be a friendly face walking through that door, instead it could be a student that wouldn't be so agreeable of their explanation, or a teacher that would head right to the authorities.
She leaned back against her seat, finishing up her sandwich as she watched her girlfriend do the same. This was the part that she didn't like; having to hide their relationship like they did. But there were only a few more months until they were free from the binding of the school and could express themselves freely. Until then, they needed to be more careful.
Thursday seemed to have reared up on Emma quicker than she had anticipated, because here she was sitting in Ms. Mills' classroom, a pencil in hand and a test packet in front of her face. She wasn't at all complaining, though. That meant that she'd have two weeks of no school and plenty of time to spend with Regina, if she wouldn't be too busy with paperwork, and get time as well to spend with her friends before Graham headed back to Boston.
Though, the downside of being in Regina's class right now was that it was the first test of the day, which meant that she still had two more to take (totaling in about three more hours before she could come back). There was also another problem: she had to piss like a goddamn racehorse. And there was still another hour of testing left. Regina wasn't allowed to let anyone leave the class, especially if they weren't done with the test.
This was going to be absolutely agonizing.
Just take your mind off it, Emma.
She repeated those words in her head several times, eyes focused on the words in front of her. She still had quite a bit of the test to complete, so that should be able to occupy her mind long enough. After all, it had worked yesterday during her tests. She had been done with all three and in Regina's room for lunch before she knew it.
Speaking of yesterday, Emma had found that Regina's little blow-out had the girl, Anita was her name, at a complete silence during the second period testing. She never once spoke a word about Emma, let alone give her a single glance. It was in that moment did the blonde want the ability to read minds, because it sure as hell would have been amusing to know what she was thinking. Hopefully Regina's words had gotten through to her and the other three bullies.
Emma told Regina about her math class later that day during their lunch. The brunette had not been at all surprised about it and had laughed even. "That'll show them," she had said, referring to the way that Emma had described the four, their gazes always faltering before they ever reached her, and the way that they had remained quiet the entire period.
Even Mr. Spencer had seemed put off. He was mysteriously quiet, even more so than he originally was, and looked at Emma as if he were seeing her in a new light. It was enough to put the blonde off, herself, but it was worth the laugh later because apparently, he wasn't only acting strange inside the class, but outside as well.
Regina had run into him earlier that day, just outside the school in the faculty parking lot. He had seemed a little kiss-ass to her, or so she had explained, apologizing in an unusual manner as he reached for the door the same time she had, flashing a rare smile.
She shook her head to keep from laughing again at just the thought of Mr. Spencer using those muscles on his face to smile. It really wasn't all that funny, but Emma just couldn't help it. It had brought her back to yesterday's lunch with Regina, who had managed to snort after laughing too hard, which had ended in both doubled over and gasping for air.
Pushing away her urge to burst into laughter, Emma focused her attention on completing the test. It hadn't really taken too much time, for she knew most of the answers from the night prior when Regina had helped her study. So, before she knew it, she was finished with the test, with a half hour to spare.
Emma leaned over in her seat and attempted to gain her teacher's attention by tapping her with the test. Regina's head snapped up; brows raised as she noticed what Emma had been doing. Emma gave her a cheesy smile and muttered, "done."
Regina only shook her head and took the test, setting it off to the side as she went back to grading the paper in front of her. She sighed softly, changing to the correct position with eyes on the clock. She still had half an hour and nothing to do. Emma had forgotten to bring a new book to pass the time, and had, unfortunately, finished the one that was in her bag.
Her phone suddenly lit up, brought to life by a new message. The device had been sitting on the corner of her desk.
Emma took the opportunity to check the message, wondering who it might be. Ruby and Graham were the only ones she could think of, since neither of them were in school and were probably bored out of their mind. But, then again, they were them, and they loved to sleep in late. It couldn't be Belle, either, since she was probably taking a test in whatever class she had. Her parents wouldn't message her during a school day. So, that left…
A line of smiley faces as the sender.
Regina.
What the hell did she want? She was less than ten feet away from her. Emma opened the message.
Hi.
Emma furrowed her brows and lifted her gaze to the brunette who was now smiling at her, her own cellular device in hand. That woman.
I have to pee.
The blonde sent back, a smirk on her face.
I am terribly sorry, my swan, but I cannot allow you to use the restroom.
I know. But I have to piss so bad I can fucking taste it. So, I'm going to complain to you about it to distract myself.
But wouldn't that make you have to urinate even more?
Let's talk about something else, then. Get my mind off it.
You look lovely today, Emma.
Lovely?
Yes. Whatever is that on your lips?
It's called lip gloss. My lips were a bit chapped this morning.
Oh… Well, it certainly makes me want to kiss you.
Does it? How, exactly?
Yes. I want to nibble on them… Clean them of that obnoxious color.
Hey! It's not an obnoxious color!
Honey, it looks like you stuck your face in a vat of fruit punch Kool-Aid.
Rude!
Emma glared over at Regina who momentarily looked up with a devious smirk.
Let me lick it off.
You can't… At least not right now.
I want to lick you.
Then go ahead, babe. Do it.
I can imagine you right now. On my desk, sitting in front of me.
Oh Gods…
And I will be kneeling in front of you.
My pants are totally gone.
Yes…
And so are my panties.
Her reply was delayed this time. It had only been taking them mere seconds to reply, and just that amount of time for Emma to get hot and bothered by what was happening.
Emma looked up to see a small group of students by the teacher's desk, handing their tests to the brunette who ended up stacking them on top of Emma's.
After they had cleared out, did Regina pick her phone back up, which had Emma expectantly gazing at her own.
Yes… And what else?
I peeled your jacket off and tossed it onto the floor.
What are you doing?
My legs are open. Waiting for you. (You know I'm not good at this. I ain't eloguent with sexting)
Gods… you are so wet. (Nyeh, you're good enough, love. And there is so much wrong with that sentence)
Yes. And I need you. Taste me. (Nyeh heh heh! Then correct me like the bad girl that… I… am?)
Be patient, my swan. (Shush with your parenthesis, you weirdo)
I can't wait any longer. What are you doing? (You're doing it, too)
I'm slowly moving closer to your center, kissing the inside of your thighs. (Touché)
Oh… You're almost there… (Ugh, I still have to pee)
I pull back and smirk at you. (EMMA)
Hey! Not fair! (Fine... Let the sexting continue (even though I suck at it))
My hands grip your hips and jerk you forward, closer to my awaiting mouth…
Yes…
I open my mouth…
Yes…
My head nears your center…
Oh, gods…
My tongue is now sliding out to taste you…
Eat me…
I dive forward…
Yes…
And lick your slick pussy.
Oh, gods! Yes!
Emma suppressed a moan, her thighs pressing together. Regina was a dirty, dirty woman, especially when it came to naughty messages. And the excitement building in Emma wasn't sated by the fact they were in class. Everyone remained oblivious to what they were doing, and it had made it even more thrilling.
She looked up, smiling when she saw the teacher's flustered face. Her cheeks were heated pink, and the blonde could see her shifting in her spot.
Gods, I can just imagine your flavor on my tongue…
The message was sudden after another long pause, but Emma didn't mind as she got to typing quickly. They didn't have much time left, since class would be getting out rather shortly.
Fuck me, my Queen.
I smirk against you, my tongue exploring south.
Oh, please! Gina!
I reverse my movements, gazing into your brilliant green eyes.
You're going to kill me!
I smirk again and wiggle my tongue between your folds before finding your sensitive bud.
Shit! More! Do it again!
I abide to your request and run my tongue over your clitoris again.
Gods, Gina, you tease!
Oh, you love it, dear.
But we don't have enough time.
If you know me, we do…
Do it, Gina! Make me come.
I will make you come in seven different languages, my love.
Your voice alone could make me in ten.
I chuckle and aim for my goal, thrumming my tongue against that swollen bud.
Oh, gods… I can already feel it…
Oh, /can/ you?
These jeans are good, baby. (And so is your tongue)
Emma chewed on her lower lip. Her palms were sweaty, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. Why did Regina have to tease her like this? She could take that damn woman right here and right now if it were legal because there was no way that she would be able to survive the next period with the newly formed pulse between her thighs.
Especially now, since that damned bell had rung, leaving Emma hanging without the next reply since Regina had been busied with a few more students and their tests. Damn slow test-takers, taking up all the brunette's time. She should have told everyone to put their tests in a pile on her desk or something, because they only prolonged her replies.
Now Emma was left hot, bothered, and without a conclusion to their sexy messages. Pouting, she stood from her spot as everyone filed out of the room. She stayed behind and looked down at the brunette who had been neatly shuffling the tests in a pile to set off to the side.
"Yes, dear?" Regina's husky voice inquired, whisky eyes lifting to meet with emerald. They were dark. She was aroused. That made it all the better.
"Thank you for making me aroused." Emma clucked, crossing her arms.
"You're welcome." The brunette smirked deliciously. "But, lest to say, that leaves two of us sexually frustrated. Perhaps, during lunch, we can take care of that?"
"You owe me big time, babe." The blonde glared at her lover, then at the older woman's desk, landing on the paper cup of coffee that she had with her every morning.
"Don't you dare..." Regina followed her gaze.
"Mine!" Emma quickly snatched the coffee up and took off out of the room, cackling like a maniac as she made her way down the hall. It was about half full, but she didn't care. She wouldn't even have cared if it were empty so long as she could make an exit like that.
Besides, Regina had left her hanging and didn't deserve that coffee.
Or Emma just wanted to act childish.
Either way, she left her statement on the bewildered English teacher. She was good and satisfied, and she had a half cup of coffee to enjoy during her government test.