"Emma!" The teacher blinked in surprise as Emma had found herself inside the English classroom during the second half of fourth period.
It was English II as Emma had noticed when she glanced to the slideshow that glowed in the otherwise darkened classroom. She was late to the class, it being about halfway through the period. It was getting boring just sitting in the foyer by herself with nothing to do. She had long finished forging her mother's signature onto the schedule-change slip.
"I'm sorry that I'm late. I got caught up in the counselor's office." Emma gave Regina a sheepish smile as she handed over her schedule. "I thought your class was so fun, that I decided to become a teacher's aide." She smiled cheekily and Ms. Mills just shook her head, giving her a disbelieving look.
"I've got a pass," she lied, handing over a plain, white sheet of paper that held a note for the English teacher. Emma stood there and watched as the brunette quickly read over the scrawled words. Emma bit her lower lip when mocha eyes narrowed.
"Have a seat." Regina nodded, her lips twitching as she tried to muffle the smile itching to break out.
The blonde grinned and retrieved her schedule from the brunette before turning toward the classroom. Her jaw nearly hit the floor as she noticed the room to be full. There was only one seat left available, which was of her luck.
Quietly, Emma made her way over to the empty desk, which was coincidentally placed in front of Regina's desk. Once she had settled into the desk, she glanced around the room once again. Since it was English II, the students in this classroom were all two grades below her.
Emma watched as the teacher headed back to the front of the room, her voice filling the otherwise quiet space and all of Emma's immediate senses. It made her feel warm.
Green eyes skated over the older woman's physique. She still wore the black skirt and red blouse that Emma had awoken to that morning. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of said attire askew as they had made love.
Emma shifted uncomfortably in her desk, sinking low in the chair as her thoughts shot tingles in places they didn't need to be.
Emma nearly groaned to herself at that thought and pressed her legs tightly together. Perhaps she shouldn't do this.
Regina and she wouldn't be able to do anything together. It wouldn't be like their usual lunch where they would be alone, just the two of them to talk about whatever they wished.
Emma was quickly ripped from her thoughts when the door opened, light from the hallway pooling into the room and covering said teacher. The blonde watched the scene in front of her as Ms. Mills, once again, left her post to greet the newest arrival. From what it appeared, it seemed to be another student.
A short, shy-looking redhead with a timid smile and thick-rimmed glasses.
Emma would immediately flag her as a teacher's pet if she didn't know any better.
Sorry, Miss Teacher's Pet, but this one's mine.
"Emma, if you could so kindly give Ariel that desk, it would be much appreciated." Regina smiled toward the blonde who had stared right back at her.
"Where am I supposed to sit, then?" Emma squawked rebelliously, but the brunette cast her a look that could kill and nearly had the blonde on the floor.
"You can sit in my desk if you wish." Regina gave the younger woman a heated glare as she had nearly been laying on the floor after squirming so far down in her seat.
Emma's entire face had turned red, and she nodded, sliding back up in the desk before gathering her things to move to the teacher's desk.
She slunk down into the comfortable rolling chair, subconsciously grabbing the paper cup off the corner of the larger desk as the redheaded student made her way to occupy the abandoned desk. Emma played with the cup, blinking for a moment after realizing that Regina had coffee. The brunette must have obtained it from the teacher's lounge.
With her eyes on the teacher to make sure she wasn't watching, Emma took a sip of the lukewarm liquid. It was plain, with sugar and cream.
Then she paused when one of the students had caught her, or more so stared at her with an infallible expression. The cup was still against her lips as she froze in the position, green eyes locked with sky-blue. Slowly, she brought the cup back down and set it back on the desk just before that student erupted in a tattle.
"Ms. Mills, she was drinking your coffee."
Ms. Mills' attention snapped to the blonde and she flushed with embarrassment, her cheeks aflame.
"Emma," Ms. Mills stressed her name, an annoyed look on her face.
Emma bit back a snarky smirk. She knew how annoyed Regina got when she stole a sip or two of her coffee. Who wouldn't really? It was coffee after all.
"Habit. Sorry…" Emma shrank against the office chair when thirty pairs of eyes fell on her.
Her own eyes fell on the class, half of which looked as if they expected bloodshed of some sort. Emma gave an internal grin, and a rather snide one at that. What they didn't know was that she and Regina stole each other's coffee quite often and that's the habit to which she was referring.
"You should be careful of your habits." Ms. Mills warned, giving her one last look before addressing the class on this semester's game plan.
Emma leaned back in the chair, her body easing from its mortified state as the students slowly drew their attention to the teacher. Emma's own gaze landed on the brunette, a simple smile on her face as emerald eyes roved over said teacher's body once again, lingering on her perfect face.
The scar from the car accident remained on her forehead, a soft pink under the coat of foundation that she used to cover it up. The bruise on her nose had been indiscernible with the powder that she had used to conceal it, as well. If one would take a step back and look at her, they would never know that she had been in an accident.
The blonde absentmindedly began to twirl around in the office chair, her eyes falling on Regina's possessions that she had kept on the desk. It was neat and organized, not exactly a surprise. Ms. Mills, after all, was known for her affinity to be neat. And, boy, did Emma ever know that.
Her house was spotless, and she would chew the blonde's head off just for leaving her shoes by the door.
Emma wrinkled her nose fondly at the brunette, who had made eye contact with her in just that moment. And she smiled.
It was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
"And with that," the teacher announced to the class, breaking contact. "I will have Emma pass out your assignment. It's short and only deals with the vocabulary for this upcoming chapter. You may use your books."
Regina gracefully made her way to the back of the room where the blonde waited with wide eyes. She had started to frantically search through the stacks of papers on the desk for said assignment, almost immediately regretting her decision to act as a teacher's aide.
"They're right here, dear." Ms. Mills' lips quirked as she pointed to a stack that Emma had glossed over.
"I knew that…" The blonde muttered, quickly retrieving the papers so she could pass them out to the awaiting class.
How the hell did she get stuck in this position again?
Emma quickly headed to the first row by the door and started there, hastily throwing a stack of papers on the desk before doing the same to the remaining rows, avoiding the strange looks she received.
Finishing up with the last row, Emma headed back to Ms. Mills' desk to take her spot, only, it was occupied by the woman herself.
"Must I sit on you?" Emma slapped the extra papers on her desk, drawing the teacher's attention to her. She smiled wryly.
"I apologize to inform you that I am, in fact, a human being and not a chair."
"Smart ass," Emma found herself replying before she could stop the words from spilling out of her mouth.
But instead of screaming at her about using such profane language, Regina smirked and made a snarky quip. "Better than being a dumb one."
The students in the class, who had apparently been eavesdropping on the conversation, suddenly erupted with laughter at the comment. It wasn't until then did the blonde realize they had been holding their breaths in silence as they had awaited their teacher's reply just as she had.
"Touché." Emma winked at her, thanking whatever higher deity that her back was to the class. "Seriously though, where do you want me to sit, Ms. I'm-Not-A-Chair-Mills?"
"If you are finished trying to come up with a witty quip, I can snag an extra chair for you tomorrow. At best, for now, you can sit on the floor."
"The floor?" Emma squawked. She narrowed her eyes at the brunette, an expression that told her she was going to pay later.
"Or stand. Whatever suits you." Regina smirked impishly.
Emma grumbled something under her breath and moved to the wall behind Regina, her eyes immediately falling on the little piece of art that she had given her toward the beginning of the year. It was still tacked beside the calendar, standing stark proud on the otherwise barren wall.
The blonde absently smiled to herself and pulled her phone out.
You're going to pay for that comment later.
She messaged the brunette and turned around just in time to see Regina's phone light up. Ms. Mills grabbed the small device to check it, immediately whirling around to stare at the blonde.
Emma gave her a mischievous smile.
Regina wrinkled her nose and turned back around with her phone still in hand.
Moments later, Emma's phone lit up to life and she checked the newest message.
Oh, dear, don't get so hurt over it. I was only trying to help.
Not my current situation, clearly.
There is not much time left for this class. You will live.
"No," Emma muttered at the brunette's last message. Regina lifted her head and turned to look at her, a soft smile on her lips. The blonde nibbled on her lower lip as she watched the brunette type at her phone.
Another message.
I'm sorry, Emma dear. I'll be sure to make it up to you when we return home.
I'm just being a wuss. Don't worry about it.
Emma returned the smile, though the brunette hadn't been looking as she typed another message. The younger woman looked down to her phone, blinking slightly when she had read the newest text.
I want to kiss you.
A soft blush crept onto her cheeks at the thought. She wanted to kiss Regina as well. In fact, if they were alone, she would be doing so.
I wish we were alone.
Unfortunately, your wish cannot be granted.
You're so agonizing to be around when we aren't alone.
How so, dear?
Emma could laugh.
I can imagine everything that I can do to you and remember all the things that I have done. Maybe I got a little too hot earlier thinking about this morning.
Ms. Mills gasped softly, catching the blonde's attention. Emma smirked and looked down at the older woman who stared up at her with a spicy smirk. Oh no. She was thinking something up in that pretty head of hers.
I would ask for you to go into further detail, but class is nearing its end, and I know you aren't so "eloguent" in your spicy messages.
Emma huffed and checked the time on her phone. Sure enough, there were only a few minutes until the bell rang. Most of the students were already packed up, eager to get on with the day. She knew how that felt. She was a senior, after all. Life before that were just days merged, hoping for the next to come and for the current to end.
Emma pushed herself away from the wall and checked the time on her phone once again. One minute left. The students were standing up now, anxiously moving as they anticipated going to the door.
"I would like to see you after class, Emma," Ms. Mills suddenly said, drawing a few of the students' attention towards the two.
Emma blushed. She was sure they were suspecting she was in trouble for her earlier acts, though she knew that wasn't quite the truth. She couldn't hide the grin on her face as she walked the few steps to Regina's desk and stood there, the bell ringing.
"Regina?" Emma leaned against the brunette teacher's desk. The blonde had waited until the last of the students had filtered out to speak to the raven-haired beauty.
The English teacher looked readily up at her, one of those perfectly plucked brows arching in question. "Yes?" She queried, setting her pencil down on top of the stack of syllabus papers.
"I probably won't be staying in here. Y'know, during this period."
"Alright?" She gazed at the blonde through expectant chestnut irises, that damn brow still quirked. "Then why did you come in here today? And rather late, might I add?"
Emma puffed out the breath she hadn't known she had been holding. She pushed herself from the brunette's desk and found herself in her old desk soon enough. She sighed, "I was bored just sitting in the foyer. But I got to thinking over the fact of sitting in here for a period doing literally nothing but being hungry. I wanted to make up for our missing lunches, but I know that won't really do much good and I changed my schedule to take your other writing class..."
"Emma, I understand. Besides, I had already figured you wouldn't want to bother sitting in here for that time if we cannot talk. Frankly, I hadn't expected you to come in at all. Although, it was a pleasant surprise." Regina smiled slightly before scooting her chair towards the blonde. She reached for her hands, olive soon mixing with porcelain as she continued. "I'll give you money for lunch if you wish to grab something from Granny's."
"And I can get you something and drop it off before I go to fifth." Emma offered, the idea of it popping into her head at the mention.
"Oh, dear, you don't have to do that..."
"But I want to. Besides, I feel free-loaderish if I just mooch the money for food off you. It's the least I can do, and I'll be there anyways." Emma simply nodded. She felt a squeeze on her hands and looked down for a moment, even though she knew the source.
When she gazed back up, she was met with a warm smile and her heart melted. Why did it always seem that Regina could do that to her? She made her feel warm and gooey on the inside like a freshly baked chocolate brownie.
She was never much for the sappy romance, especially when it didn't involve her. But, thinking about it now set off those little butterflies in her stomach. They danced to the rhythm of her heart, their wings fluttering at a rapid pace that tickled her insides and made her nearly want to giggle with joy. The feelings that she had so long resented and suppressed were now at their utmost peak when she was with Regina.
It was something wonderful.
And she never wanted to let it go.
"Emma?" Regina's quirked brow and questioning voice shook the blonde from her thoughts. "Did you hear me, or are you off in La-La Land?"
"I-I'm sorry…" The blonde sheepishly muttered, a soft pink tinting her cheeks; she could feel them buzz with heat. "What did you say?"
"Hm, I thought so." Regina gave her a wry smile before giving her head a slight shake and repeated herself. "I said that I would very much appreciate if you would do that for me. If our mornings start out anything like they had today, we might not have enough time to even think about lunch. And this way, all I have to do is give you some money before we part. Though today was a miss. I'll have to make us something when we return home."
And then she paused, catching herself on the slip.
"Home?" Emma found herself asking, her voice soft – a mere whisper.
Regina lifted her gaze to the blonde, a sheepish smile on her lips as she had realized that Emma had caught her slip. She opened her mouth to speak, but it took a moment before anything had come out.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"No… It's fine." Emma made sure to make her smile reassuring as she gazed back at the brunette through softened eyes. "It's fine. It's… kinda my home now. It has been for a while, though I might've just popped that one up in my head. Anywhere with you, really, is something like home. You are home."
"I am home?" Regina's visage softened incredibly as she tossed the thought in her mind.
"I always feel… You know what it feels like to be at home? Safe. Secure. Away from the bustling world outside. A place where your heart lies- or at least should. That's…" The blonde pursed her lips for a moment and swallowed. "That's how I feel when I'm with you."
Emma was embraced, drowning in a sea of spicy perfume as a part of the brunette's reaction. She was stunned, unable to respond as she sat there awkwardly, trying her best to return the hug, but her arms were trapped under Regina's. So, she sat like a canned sardine and smiled against fluffy locks.
"Emma," she whispered softly into golden strands, the reverberation sending chills down Emma's spine. "Is that true? Do you really feel that way?"
"Why would I lie?" She inquired meekly, suddenly feeling like a miniscule spot under a microscope.
"I don't know. You tell me." Regina tilted her head slightly as she kept her gaze on the blonde in front of her.
Emma blinked slightly, eyes meeting with the older woman's for a moment before shrugging. "I wouldn't."
"Do you feel like you can face the world?" Regina whispered, her lips forming into a watery smile that told Emma she had struck a nerve.
"Yes," she nodded in response to the question.
"And that you can do anything?"
"Anything and everything." Emma smiled softly.
Regina didn't ask a third question, instead, she had brought one of her hands from the blonde's grasp and cupped an ivory cheek instead. Emma tilted her head into the gentle caress of the brunette's thumb and hummed. Her eyes hooded as she enjoyed the tender sensation.
"Good, then we're on the same page." The teacher murmured softly.
"You feel the same?" Emma opened her eyes and they twinkled with the echo of her thoughts.
"More than you'd ever think possible, Emma." Regina drew the blonde away from her thoughts, that same watery smile on her lips.
Emma couldn't exactly believe what was being said, her heart thundering in her ears as the blood rushed to her head. Tears welled in her eyes.
"Wow…" she whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Wow, indeed, Emma." She said with a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry!" The blonde immediately blurted, her cheeks flushing. "I just… It's unbelievable that you feel this way… about me. I mean, I knew it before… but hearing you say the words. Hearing it come from your mouth … It's nice."
The teacher dropped her hand from the blonde's cheek, a darling smile etching itself onto her features. "That's how I feel sometimes, dear. It can be just unbelievable, but I have come to grow used to what you say to me. I've let myself accept them. Embrace them."
Regina released her hand, the smile still on her face, and turned towards her desk. She pulled out a small pad of papers that had Emma momentarily confused. It wasn't until she had noticed that the stack of papers were those lime green passes did she realize what time it was.
It was fifth period, currently, and she didn't have lunch. She had an actual class, which brought the reality of her semester's schedule back to thought. How Emma absolutely hated the fact that they had switched her lunch.
Whatever it may be, she would survive this semester anyways, right? She was taking a class with Regina, or would be by tomorrow, and she was also living with the woman so to speak. That little fact still had her brain buzzing. She literally just threw herself onto the brunette and forced her to take her in those days ago.
Emma closed her eyes for a hot moment, embracing the darkness that it provided, though she caught a draft of fatigue blowing its way through her mind like a tumbleweed. She tried to dispel the feeling as she reopened her eyes to watch the brunette scribble on the paper.
"And Emma?" Regina glanced up, catching the younger woman's immediate attention.
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad that we met. What do they say? 'You find love in the places you least expect'? Or something of the ilk." She grinned once again; her crimson painted lips spreading wide across her face to show off her pearly white teeth.
"Yeah, I guess that's true. At least, I didn't expect it."
Regina sighed softly, signing her name at the bottom of the pass. Her eyes were averted, leaving Emma unknown to her current emotion. So, she remained silent, brilliant green eyes focused on the pen held between olive fingers.
"I have ultimately given up on caring. I just hope that you don't mind being with an old lady."
"You're not old!" Emma squawked in disbelief. "You're only twenty-seven."
"I will be, dear."
"I still disagree." She mumbled in response.
"That's how you feel now." Regina smiled sadly and ripped the pass off the pad to hand to the blonde. "You'll be singing a different tune when the time comes. And I'll understand."
"When the time comes, I'll love you even more."
The English teacher sighed and shook her head, humming a disbelieving tune. "You'll see, dear. Now you better get along. I already kept you too long from your class."
Emma frowned and stood, not willing to worsen her mood if it were already. She grabbed her backpack and obliged, taking a step away.
"Have a good day, alright?" Regina spoke before the blonde could take another step, her husky voice causing Emma to turn around. Perhaps she wasn't in a sour mood after all.
"You too. I'll see you after school." Emma kept her gaze on Regina's bobbing head before turning back towards the door.
Without another word to stop her again, she filtered off into the hallway and went straight to the gym for her next class. Luckily, they don't do anything on the first day, or so she had hoped they wouldn't. She didn't know if she could handle it.
"I hope no one's going to notice." Emma murmured as they proceeded down the hallway towards one of the doors that emptied out into the faculty parking lot.
"I doubt they will." Regina reassured her earlier worry as she opened the outside door and filtered through. Emma followed soon after, though she looked behind her as the glass door closed.
The hallway behind them was completely empty.
Sighing softly in relief, she followed Regina to her Benz parked across the lot. Her eyes were scanning the area around them the entire time. There wasn't another soul in sight.
Though, there was a car in her pelvis.
She groaned as she ran into the back of the Mercedes, Regina chuckling from the side of the vehicle.
"Is your head somewhere up in the clouds, Emma?" She quipped as the blonde pushed herself away from the rear of the vehicle and made her way toward the passenger's side door.
Forest eyes, sparkling with a hint of annoyance, glanced up to Regina who was unlocking the door. She narrowed her eyes when she heard a stifled chuckle.
"I was just looking to see if anyone else was here." Emma opened her door once it had unlocked and got in.
"Most of the staff don't leave until later the first day back." Regina answered the unasked question as she got her seat belt on and prepared the car to leave. "There's usually quite a bit of paperwork and preparing to do for the week to come."
"Why don't they do it before?" Emma asked with a quirked brow.
"It's not only the students' break, dear." Regina flashed her a smile before pulling out of the parking spot. "You were with me for most of the vacation. I hadn't necessarily worked, as you had so blatantly discovered."
"Oh, yeah. Sometimes I just forget that teachers are people, too." Emma chuckled thoughtlessly as she looked out the window. "I get so busy with wanting to get the hell away from school and the teachers."
She was met by the sound of the car engine as they made their way down the streets of Storybrooke, heading towards that large house that Emma could almost call her home. She didn't think much of the silence, for it was peaceful just listening to the gentle hum filling the air. The scenery outside was an eyeful with the sparkling white snow twinkling in the afternoon sun and the Christmas decorations that still cluttered many yards.
She was almost so caught up in the sights outside, that she hadn't thought as to why it was so quiet. Emma whirled back to what she had said just moments ago and could nearly hit herself. Here she was talking about teachers and how they weren't exactly people in her mind, or most of the time that was the case, and she was telling this to one of those very teachers.
What was the use of her brain if she wouldn't use the damn thing?
"I'm sorry," she quickly muttered, glancing towards the brunette. Regina didn't pay any mind, her eyes locking on the road ahead of them.
"It's alright, dear." Regina murmured, her voice breaking the momentary silence held between their words.
"Are you sure?" Emma inquired as Regina pulled into the driveway.
"Of course." The brunette shut off the car and unbuckled her belt. She turned for a moment to give the blonde a reassuring smile, who in return looked skeptical.
Emma's brows rose at her words as she searched the brunette once again. When she saw no emotion in the creases of her face, she met with mocha eyes. Immediately, she was flushed with a sense of soothing warmth that had her mind set at ease.
"You don't have to apologize, Emma. You know this." Regina chuckled after a moment of silence. The eye contact between the two had broken for a moment as the brunette sought out Emma's hand to take between her own. She hummed softly, olive fingers delicately playing with much paler ones as she thought out her next words.
The blonde smiled absently as she let Regina play with her fingers, despite being in such an uncomfortable position. As soon as the teacher had spoken, she turned to get full view of the older woman. One of her legs had been folded up under her as her back pressed painfully against the door, the handle and its bits digging into her spine.
Regina, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice the blonde's position as she brought her eyes back up to meet with emerald pools.
"You've proven to me just how much of a person I am, dear."
"I hope so." Emma chuckled softly, her cheeks tingling slightly in her sheepish manner.
It wasn't until Emma had shivered from the sudden lack of heat did Regina break their contact and the silence.
"We should get inside before we become frozen meat."
"Right."
Emma nodded and shifted back into a normal position, hissing softly as she did so. The door surely left an indent on her back. She could feel the pain there, and the sudden stiffness that had taken over her body.
Just walk it off.
She tried to ignore it as she grabbed her messenger bag and opened the door. Unfortunately, since her mind had been so focused on the stiffness of her body, she hadn't paid any mind to the freezing temperatures outside. In that case, she hadn't been ready for the sudden rush of bitter cold wind that hit her in the face upon opening the car door.
"Holy mother of cold…" She murmured, opening the door all the way so she could quickly get out. Once standing fully outside, she shut the door and shrunk into herself, arms crossed and teeth chattering.
"It is chilly out here, isn't it?" Regina chuckled from the other side of the car as Emma quickly made her way over to the older woman. The two of them hastily made their way to the front door as the teenager's only response was a string of profanities.
"I really hate winter," she finalized her profane speech and pushed through the door as soon as it had been unlocked. Shivering dramatically, she quickly made her way inside and up the stairs, hoping to get as far away from the cold as possible.
Behind her, she could hear the teacher continue her chuckles, clearly enjoying the show as she followed behind at a far leisurely pace.
By the time the brunette had joined her, sans her coat and purse, Emma was in the middle of the room with her shirt on the floor and her arms crossed over her chest.
"I swear; your bear is watching me." She eyed the little stuffed panda sitting on the bureau.
Regina chuckled and paced toward the blonde, eyes everywhere but the bear. She licked her lips, forcing her eyes to meet with Emma's.
The blonde blushed as she had noticed her current state.
Regina finally tore her gaze away from Emma as if she had just remembered her initial exclamation and looked at the little raggedy toy in question.
"You're just silly, sweetheart." Regina grinned with amusement. "It cannot see."
It cannot see, my ass.
Emma wrinkled her nose, shot the bear a glare and turned towards the ensuite bathroom. "It's not my favorite thing in the world."
"It's a toy, Emma." Regina kicked her heels off and placed them in her closet as Emma had flicked on the light to the bathroom.
Sighing, she entered the lavatory and headed toward the tub to draw herself the much-needed bath.
Smirking to herself, Emma turned on the taps and stood up once again as the steaming water began to fill the already plugged porcelain. She quickly left the bathroom to collect a fresh outfit for after and a fluffy towel from the hallway linen closet.
But when she exited the bathroom, Regina was standing there wearing nothing but her lace undergarments and a delicious smirk on her face.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" she asked, her voice like pure silk.
Emma could moan just hearing those words slide off the older woman's tongue.
"You're always welcome to," she responded, eyes wide as she took in her lover's physique. No matter how many times she had seen Regina nude or otherwise, she was always thoroughly impressed.
"Emma?" Emma could hear Regina's smirk twisted within those words, but she didn't look up. Instead, she tortured herself as she let her eyes drift down the brunette's perfect, soft skin to the sheer material of the undergarments that covered her most private areas.
"Oh, gods," she found herself mumbling, eyes traveling further down to the older woman's muscular thighs and briefly thought of them around her.
A fluffy, beige towel was thrown in front of her, and she blinked. Finally snapping her attention back up to meet coffee eyes, she smiled sheepishly and took the terrycloth.
"Before the tub overflows, dear." Regina smiled sweetly, and oh, she had a teasing twinkle in her eyes that just ate her up.
"Right…" Emma quickly nodded, a blush blooming on her cheeks as she headed back into the bathroom. She made haste with setting the towel on the rack next to the tub and removed the rest of her clothes.
"Would you like some salts for the bath, dear?" The blonde nodded at her lover's words and moved to switch the tap off. She sighed blissfully as the steam from the tub hit her face, already warming her very soul.
Or that was from Regina.
Either way, she wasn't complaining. She wasn't cold any longer.
The soft sound of something hitting water roused the blonde from her momentary trance. She glanced up to notice Regina pouring little purple rock-like pellets into the bath.
"Now we're ready. Unless you would like a few candles?" Regina set the little jar of bath salts aside on the counter and grinned.
Emma stood from her spot and shrugged, looking to the candles that lay lined up along the outside of the tub. They were soothing for soaking in the tub, especially when the lights would be off. She bit her lower lip in momentary contemplation before swiftly turning around to flick the light switch off behind her.
The only source of light now was what little sunlight spilled through the curtains of the small window. Emma used that to find her way back to the bathtub where Regina was already lighting the few candles around it. With the last one lit, the brunette set the lighter down and slowly slipped into the tub.
It was then that Emma had finally noticed she had lost the final few scraps of clothing. She must have done that when she had turned off the light.
Or maybe beforehand, but she hadn't exactly been paying attention when thinking about the warmth of the tub. She wasn't going to question it. The older woman was nude now, as was she, and the tub was ready.
The blonde stood at the edge of it, her eyes adjusting to the soft candlelight. It looked peaceful. Romantic, even.
"Are you going to just stand there, my swan, or join me in this… lonely bath?" Regina's smirk met Emma's wide eyes.
"Oh, uh, yeah," she mumbled softly and lifted a leg over the tub's edge, careful not to step on the brunette as she slowly got in.
Emma stood there for a moment, awkwardly looking behind her at the expectant woman. Everything logical immediately fled her mind. Emma was completely entranced by her.
Everything about Regina was stunning. Her brown eyes sparkled and danced in the candlelight. Her tawny skin glowed with a soft sheen of moisture. The steam from the tub rose around her, leaving her in a haze that made it seem like they were in a romantic love scene.
The blonde blushed and finally broke her gaze to settle herself down into the tub. She moaned softly as she submerged herself into the hot, steamy water. It felt a million times better than she'd ever dreamt and the lavender scent that permeated her senses only made it that much better.
After settling fully into the water, she felt arms wrap around her abdomen. Emma smiled, sighing contentedly as she relaxed and leaned back into Regina. She knew that she could stay like this forever.
"There you are, dear." Regina chuckled softly against her ear, chin setting itself on the blonde's shoulder.
"I got distracted."
"You seem to have the distraction bug today." The brunette commented, smoothing a lock of honey curls away from Emma's face.
"I don't know what's up today. It's just…" Emma shrugged and allowed Regina to play with her hair. She shivered slightly as the older woman's fingers slid through her locks, which had the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.
"Oh, my." Regina kissed the top of her head. "Perhaps you need this bath to relax."
"I know." Emma sighed blissfully.
Regina chuckled softly, sending vibrations through her body that tickled the blonde's back. Emma grinned and pressed herself back some more, trying to stop the little tickles before she would burst into laughter.
After a few moments, Regina had quieted down, leaving the room void of anything but their breathing. Emma had taken this time to close her eyes, body completely melting as she allowed for herself to eat up the silence. This was what she needed.
Oh, yes indeed.
She hummed softly when she felt Regina's fingers skate across her belly, causing the muscles to tighten. An uncomfortable heat settled in her lower belly as the older woman had danced those digits over her stomach, moving up as they traveled.
"How was your day?" The brunette queried, slowing sliding her hand up to the swell of her chest, soon covering one of the delicate mounds.
Emma's breath hitched at this, and she shifted, the thrum between her thighs only intensifying. "It wasn't anything special. In fact, it was boring. Like any other first day back, I guess."
Regina hummed, her head bobbing in response. "These days tend to be rather mundane. But think of it this way, Emma, you're halfway through senior year and after that, you'll be done."
"I'll still have to go to school, though," the blonde sighed unhappily. "But I guess it'll be better."
"Indeed," Regina chimed, the hand that had cupped Emma's breast squeezed the delicate tissue, producing a soft moan from the blonde. She arched slightly, trying to press herself further against Regina's hand.
"H-How was your day?"
"You saw how fourth period was, correct? That's how my entire day was." Regina paused her movements for a moment before making her kneading motion counterclockwise. "Except for the Creative Writing class that I had taken on. Since they are new to the semester, I was able to change up my routine. Though, it was still rather... eh."
"Did you make the Creative Writing students write a paper about themselves again like you did last semester?" Emma asked, her voice a stressed moan as Regina had continued her ministration.
Regina's fingers soon moved to pluck the rosy bud, earning another murmur of pleasure from the blonde. Emma squeezed her eyes shut as the attention shot a heavy dose of arousal to her core. She groaned happily, unable to concentrate on the answer that Regina was giving her as she continued, fingers teasing the nipple between them.
"I was having a few contemplations about that since I had done the same last semester." Regina sighed softly, her other hand dropping from the blonde's hair to fall between milky thighs.
Emma blinked slightly when she saw this and watched the brunette's every movement. Olive fingers teased her inner thighs into opening, leaving her nearly breathless. She could only gasp, eyes focused on the exploring fingers with insatiable interest as they went south, moving to the top of her thigh.
"Though I have acquired students from the other classes." Regina continued to speak even as her hands moved, exploring, taunting.
It was like the weight of the world had been lifted when those lithe fingers moved between her nether lips. She inhaled sharply at the new pleasure exploding through her body and jerked her hips to gain more contact. A husky chuckle sounded above her as those very fingers found the center of her pleasure.
"Oh, Gina!" Emma cried softly into the thick air, her hips bucking against Regina's hand.
Her mind blanked as she focused it on the pleasure she received. The romantic, cinematic love-scene setting seemed to fade away into what would happen after the screen went black. She didn't care if they had skipped a step in there. Currently her mind was on nothing but the pleasure causing her body to tense as she moved to find the release it wanted.
"But I did have them write a paper over their winter break." Regina whispered into the blonde's ear, and, despite the subject, she could feel the heat pool even more between her thighs.
Regina's voice was orgasm material. Sometimes she could just explode upon hearing that deep, husky, and sensual voice. Sometimes it was the only thing she waited for to tip over the edge.
Unfortunately, it hadn't helped her in this state as she writhed slightly and arched against the older woman behind her, whose hands were still working at a vigorous pace. Emma cried out softly when those digits had left their job at the sensitive bundle of nerves to enter her, pumping at a fantastical pace that had her gripping what she could of the tub.
And just as the blonde was reaching the highest point of her pleasure, her hips bucking and her body tingling, she heard a familiar melody echo from the other room.
For a moment, Emma had completely forgot her situation and panicked as she tumbled back down the mountain, completely losing her glorious position. Regina didn't let up, though she made a noise as if confirming the blonde's fears.
That was Mary Margaret calling. Even though it had only been a couple days since their fight, she had the urge to answer her cellphone. She wasn't sure if it was for her momentary confusion or the need to reconcile.
Subsequently, she had tensed slightly and prepared to get out, despite her lover's continued movements. She moaned softly, but Regina had dropped her hand from the blonde's breast to wrap around her waist. The brunette had pulled her back and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"Let it ring."
Emma shook her head and grabbed the brunette's arm, pulling it away. "I know that you hate her … But I need to answer. She's still my mom." The blonde shifted slightly and seized Regina's other wrist. "Besides, it kind of ruined it."
The older woman sighed softly and completely released her younger lover. Emma nodded gratefully and stood up; her legs slightly shaky as she lifted each over the tub. Her phone had stopped ringing moments ago, perhaps unfortunately, but she could still call Mary Margaret back.
The blonde quickly picked up her phone from the floor where it had spilled from her bag earlier and searched for her missed calls. Sure enough, Mary Margaret was on top; the display reading that she had called just minutes ago.
Emma shifted the towel she had wrapped around her and headed toward the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress. She exhaled deeply and punched the return call button. As she held the phone up to her ear, she saw Regina emerge from the bathroom, donning one of her terrycloth robes. She wore a sheepish smile as she moved to join Emma on the bed, eyes apologetic.
Emma sighed softly and returned a reassuring smile. The other line was still ringing, and she was beginning to worry that her not picking up had alerted her mother that she hadn't wanted to talk to her.
Meanwhile, Regina was gazing at her through curious eyes, her brows furrowed as if to silently ask why she wasn't talking. Emma merely shrugged and was about to open her mouth to answer when the other side of the line picked up and Mary Margaret's voice could be heard.
"Emma! Are you alright? Where are you? I'm worried sick!"
Emma closed her eyes and breathed at the berating words.
"I'm alright, Mary Margaret." She reassured, feeling a shift in the bed as Regina moved toward the middle.
Emma narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched Regina's bum sway in the air as she crawled. She was quickly brought back to reality, though, when she heard her squawking mother on the other end.
"Thank Gods I got a hold of you! I was worried. I tried to call the other day, but I didn't get an answer."
"I don't remember receiving a call." Emma quirked a brow at her mother's words.
"I haven't heard back from you, either. I sent you messages." Mary Margaret seemed to disregard what the blonde had said. Emma rolled her eyes and lay back against the bed. Was she really going to do this?
"What… I wanted to say, Emma…" Her voice was far quieter than it had been before, which had taken her aback. She narrowed her eyes up at the ceiling, awaiting her mother's next words. "... I'm sorry."
Emma's eyes brimmed with tears once she had heard those two simple words.
There was a soft sniffle on the other side of the line as Emma lay there quietly, her eyes still on the ceiling. A single tear had escaped her eye and slipped down her cheek, which had Regina frowning as she moved to give the blonde a concerned look.
She mouthed, "are you alright?"
Emma nodded, sniffled, and spoke into the phone.
"You're sorry?" Her voice cracked, but she cleared her throat to act as if she wasn't breaking. "Why would you even say those things to me in the first place?"
"Emma, I…"
"Do you realize how much that hurt?" Emma sat back up, anger filling her being. "I thought you'd be more accepting. You didn't seem so destroyed when I talked about-"
"I know I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, Emma. And I'm so, so sorry." Mary Margaret paused for a moment. Emma could hear an intake of breath and a masculine voice on the other end, sounding as if it were trying to console her. "I realize that now and I know that there's no changing you. Emma, honey, I love you for you, and who you are, and I don't care who you like just so long as you're happy."
"Do you really mean that?" Emma's throat constricted.
"Of course, I do, Emma. I feel terrible for what I said. I never meant to hurt you. And I understand if you would never forgive me… and if you never want to come back."
"Mary Margaret…" Emma sighed softly, closing her eyes. "I do forgive you. I don't even know why… but… I just feel the need to. You and David, you two gave me so much. I'd hate to see all that get thrown away. And I'm… I'm glad that you called. It honestly means so much, Mary Margaret." Emma opened her eyes and smiled. "I love you. I love both you and David."
"Emma… I hope you know whatever I said, I hadn't really meant it. I was just… shocked, I guess. I didn't expect this and it's something different when it's your own daughter. I've had plenty of time to accept this… maybe not fully, but I will one day. I'd rather not waste the time in between and have you back.
"I could never send you back into that system, Emma, and I don't know why I ever said that. I love you too much to ever let you go like that. And I can't let you go now. Please come back home, Emma. We miss you."
Those words had caused Emma's heart to skip a beat, but it still felt as heavy as a stone. "I… don't know, Mary Margaret."
"Emma, please… I-Is it too soon?"
"No…" Emma sighed and laid back against the mattress once again. Regina was still on her stomach and had now lifted her head to quirk a brow at the blonde. "I have to think about it. I like my current situation… I don't know."
"I understand… You are always welcome back, Emma, I want you to know that."
"I know, Mary Margaret. Just… let me think about it, alright? I'm pretty tired and I had a long day at school…"
"I'm glad to know that you went. But if you would like for me to let you go, I suppose I will. Talk to you later, alright? And take care… I'm worried about you…"
"Yes, Mary Margaret. And I know… Talk to you later."
"Goodbye, sweetheart."
"Bye," she sighed and peeled her phone away from her ear to turn off.
Emma flopped onto her stomach and faced the brunette who offered her a tentative smile.
"I assume that your conversation went well?"
"Yeah." Emma wriggled further onto the bed and met her partner's gaze, lips pursing. "She wants me to go back."
Regina's smile faded as she slowly nodded. "Do you want to go back?"
"I don't want to leave you…" she whispered softly, eyes lowering slightly.
"Emma…" Regina sighed, hooking a finger under the blonde's chin. She tilted Emma's head up to meet her gaze. "I do not want you to feel obligated to stay here. If you wish to go back to the Nolans', you can."
"That's the thing, I don't think I want to. Being here… Being here is home." Emma's eyes slid over Regina's face, her features were everything perfect and her dark hues were something dangerous to get lost in. "I want to be able to go to bed with you and wake up in your arms." Emma whispered, her lips twitching when she saw the teacher's cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. "And I want that every night and every morning. I don't want to see you for just a limited amount of time. That… it doesn't work for me anymore. After I've had a taste of life like this, I don't want to leave it."
Regina's perfect lips curved into the sweetest smile Emma had ever seen. She leaned forward and before the blonde could decipher what was happening, those very lips were covering hers in an equally as sweet kiss. Emma purred softly and felt herself ascend into the clouds as she returned it.
Regina pulled away soon after, lips slightly parted as she took a moment to breathe.
"You are always welcome here, Emma." She grinned lightly, her hand moving to cup the blonde's cheek. Gentle fingers caressing silky skin.
"Good… I'll have to tell Mary Margaret, of course, blocking out this little detail…" Emma bit her lower lip, her head turning into the caress as she kept their gaze.
"Before you do that…" Regina pulled her hand away much to Emma's protest and sat up. "We should eat."
And at the very mention, Emma's stomach growled. She had been so busy with everything else; she had completely forgotten that she hadn't eaten. Somehow that had slipped her mind and the gnawing in her stomach had seemed to have disappeared somewhere between bath time and her chat with Mary Margaret.
"I concur." Emma nodded quickly and rolled off the bed. "Let me change first, though."
"While you do that, I will go start lunch. I don't think I can wait another minute." Regina chuckled softly, stood up, and pressed a kiss to the blonde's forehead. "I could eat a horse."
"Let's… not do that…" Emma crinkled her nose and unwrapped the towel.
"We might just have to have dessert afterwards…" Regina murmured, licking her lips as her eyes raked over the blonde's nude body.
Emma blushed and scurried toward her bag to find something to wear. "I thought you were going to make lunch."
"Yes. Right. Lunch." Regina nodded, peeling her eyes away to turn around and go do just that. She paused, though, before leaving the room and asked, "What would you like?"
"At this point, anything." Emma shrugged and picked out a particularly large shirt from her bag.
"Anything." Regina nodded and gave her one last smile before leaving the room.
Emma shook her head and laughed. Who knows what the woman was going to make? But she didn't care. In fact, her stomach was doing little flips. This seemed so domestic. She was waiting for her girlfriend to make them lunch in their (well, technically still Regina's) house. It seemed like a dream that she never thought would come true.
Emma grinned softly to herself and quickly donned a pair of undergarments and the overlarge shirt before going downstairs to see just what Regina was whipping up for the two of them.
"It's about time you joined us." Killian hummed upon Emma's entrance to the English classroom. Her new sixth period, and far nicer than the computer class that she was originally set up for. She had her friends in this class, and of course, there was always the bonus of Regina.
"Mr. Hopper wouldn't let me switch yesterday. I had to get some stupid paper signed." She rolled her eyes as she headed toward her two friends.
They were placed in the back of the room, on the other side of the desk that was next to the teacher's. Emma had talked to Regina the day before about the seating arrangement. It took a bit of string pulling and button pushing for her to make up the chart how she wanted, but she eventually gave in and did it.
Emma got her old seat back, which meant that she would ultimately be closer to the brunette and her ever teasing presence.
"He does it to everyone." Belle watched her friend slide into the seat placed next to hers.
Emma shrugged in response, pulling her notebook out of her bag. "It's still stupid."
"They do it to prevent students from switching classes without their parents' knowledge, I think. Just in case a parent wanted their child to take a certain class, but that student doesn't want to-"
"Alright, confusing." Emma held up a hand, shooting Belle a playful stare. "I think I understand it. I just don't see why they're making the seniors do it. Y'know, most of us are eighteen and perfectly capable of making adult decisions."
"Apparently, the school board doesn't agree." Killian added his two cents, his furry brows raised.
"The school is stupid. It's all stupid. I'm so glad that we're almost done with it." Emma grumbled, flipping through the notebook on her desk to a new sheet of paper. "Did you guys do something yesterday?"
"Oh, we wrote about our winter break." Belle nodded, pulling out her own notebook. She had soon flipped to a page covered in writing, titled 'My Winter Break.'
"Is there a paper for it?" Emma looked to her male friend to see him doing the same, though he had the paper torn out. Or papers. "Holy crap. How long is it supposed to be?"
"The minimum was one page, dear." Ms. Mills slipped a piece of paper on her desk.
Emma glanced up at the brunette's wide smile. "Everyone's writing so much, though."
Surely Regina wasn't going to appreciate that later. Neither would Emma because she knew that she'd have to be the one sitting next to her, waiting as she read and graded each one of them. Maybe she should make hers just that one page.
"That's what happens when creativity is unleashed." The teacher gave a nonchalant shrug, but Emma had a feeling she was screaming several profanities on the inside.
"I'll be sure to make mine short for you." Emma grinned slightly, eyes dropping to the paper that Regina had given her moments earlier. It was the basic criteria for writing a paper with the simple prompt and expectations.
"You don't need to, Emma," the brunette continued, moving to take a seat in her desk as the bell finally tolled. She picked up a pen and played with it, making the slender object slide between her fingers. "I know just how creative you can be."
Emma could feel the heat rising to the surface of her cheeks when the English teacher had said those words. In context, it was a simple and innocent statement. But out of context, and with that smirk that she was giving, it was far away from what it was meant to be.
The blonde nearly blinked at the thoughts running through her mind. Even the simplest statement – one that didn't necessarily make sense enough to be naughty in her book – still got her hot and a bit bothered.
Emma made a slight noise, covered by a forced yawn as she tried to pass it off as such.
Regina was long to the front of the room by now, discussing the plan for the day. She paced the floor, each movement causing the beige slacks she wore to tighten around her plump posterior. Emma couldn't remove her eyes from the ass that she had seen this morning before those slacks had been put on. And she couldn't stop imagining the purple, satin panties that were hidden underneath.
Emma swallowed thickly and tried to block off all thought from entering her mind. She focused in on listening to what the English teacher was currently addressing to the class. Ms. Mills' liquid voice drenched her like a honey bath.
"I am going to give you today to finish up your assignments from yesterday. If you have already completed them, you may hand them in and start reading up on the next chapter. If you do not have it completed, I would appreciate for you to get them finished, or else they will have a late penalty if not turned in by the end of class." Regina's mocha hues traveled over the expanse of the classroom, lingering momentarily on the blonde before she forced a smile on her crimson lips. "If you have any questions, please, do ask without hesitation."
There was a pause as the students all sat, unblinking as they stared at her. She shifted a bit when no one raised their hands and continued. "You may turn in your assignment to me. I will be at my desk. If you have any questions later about the assignment, you may ask."
"Awkward," Killian chuckled and slid out of his desk as the teacher had made her way back to her own desk. The boy quickly turned in the assignment before heading back to his desk once again.
"I can't believe how people could write so much about their winter vacation." Belle's voice brought Emma out of her impending thoughts.
"I don't know," she murmured to fuel her friend's thought.
"How interesting could they be? All I did was sleep, eat, and hang out with you guys. Not the most exciting thing." Belle shook her head, watching as a few students went to turn their papers in to Ms. Mills.
Emma watched as well, blinking when she saw one boy hand in a neat, thin stack of papers. How many was that? Was this boy trying to write a novella over his winter break? She felt sorry for Regina at this point. She had troubles reading over just one student's work when they had to do peer reviewing.
"Did you see that guy's?" Emma queried, turning back to Belle with wide eyes.
"It's like he's trying to publish a novel over there." Killian chuckled, looking up from his doodle. Emma nodded in agreement and rolled her eyes.
"It's ridiculous."
"Emma, shh…" Regina popped her head up to look at the blonde, a brow quirked. "Don't make me send you to the office."
"Sorry…" Emma muttered, wrinkling her nose at the teacher.
Belle laughed, their male friend soon joining in.
"You got told by the teacher."
"Oh, shut up." Emma hissed, bringing her attention to the blank sheet of notebook paper that she was supposed to be writing on.
"You're just cranky because you got told to shush." Killian smirked, but he was soon shushed as well by Ms. Mills, who had glared up at the three of them.
"I will place you in the front of the room and well away from me if you are going to continue with your incessant talking."
"Sorry…" Belle and Killian quickly muttered their apology.
"Thank you. Now busy yourselves. Quietly."
"Ha-ha." Emma sneered at the two of them, making a face.
"Oh, shut it." Belle muttered into her book.
Emma merely chuckled before going back to her paper. What the hell was she going to write about? Her winter break, of course. But Regina already knew what she did. It'd probably be boring for her to read over once she got to it after thirty more beforehand. Perhaps she could write something more interesting. Something twisty and fictional.
The blonde smirked as an idea popped into her head and began to quickly jot down what was boiling on the surface of her mind.
"Emma, what the hell is this?" Regina held up a notebook, eyes boring holes into the blonde's skull as if to break an answer out of her.
"It's my winter break story." Emma smiled innocently from beside her and popped a chip into her mouth.
The two of them were stationed in the sitting room, papers were strewn across the coffee table as the brunette read through them, a red pen in hand. She wore her thick, black-framed glasses and a pair of fluffy panda pajama bottoms with a matching t-shirt. Emma sat beside her wearing something almost similar, though her pants had little skulls wearing Santa hats.
She held onto a few select assignments that she was in the middle of reading when Regina had interrupted her. Emma had quickly dug out Killian's and Belle's papers to give them a quick read-through before the brunette would check them. She was curious as to what her friends had to say, and she was amused thus far with Belle's.
Emma was in it, yes, but so was Ruby. Ah, yes, Belle's newly discovered girlfriend and it was adorable what she was saying about the waitress. She was dancing around the subject of their relationship, making it appear as if they were just good friends. Emma could laugh.
Apparently, she and Regina weren't the only ones keeping their relationship a secret.
Regina hadn't read through their papers yet, though, since Emma had immediately pulled them from the stack to read over first. After reading Belle's, though, she had the urge to blurt out about her and Ruby's relationship. She wanted to see Regina's reaction over that fact after she will have read the paper.
But Belle's and Ruby's relationship was their own secret. She was sworn not to tell anyone, and she would keep it like that. If Regina so happened to assume based off reading and Emma so happened to confirm, that wouldn't be breaking anything, right?
"What on earth are you doing with those?" Regina had quickly forgot about the notebook in hand as she finally noticed the papers that Emma held and was so clearly amused about reading.
Emma stared at her, a sheepish smile on her lips. "I just wanted to read them."
"Haven't I told you not to do that?" The older woman tried to grab the papers, but Emma moved them out of her reach.
"Don't worry. They're only Belle's and Killian's. I'm sure they don't care. They'd let me read them, anyways." Emma shrugged, but the brunette didn't relent as she carefully set the notebook down and crawled across the blonde's lap to reach for the papers. She blinked slightly at the sight, smirking in thought.
As Regina lay awkwardly over her, one hand planted firmly on the couch cushion beside Emma as the other reach for the papers in her hand, the blonde wrapped an arm around her waist. The teacher collapsed, gasping in surprised as she hit Emma's lap with a thump.
"What are you-"
"Usually, I'm the one who's frisky." Emma smirked.
Regina let out a puff of air and squirmed to sit up. Emma allowed her to turn onto her back, but she hadn't released her enough to let her get away. Instead, the blonde merely tightened her grip and lowered her head towards Regina's. Her pale pink lips curled into a devious smile as the brunette stared at her, nose slightly crinkled, and brows furrowed.
"I am not being frisky." Regina huffed and struggled against the blonde's grip. "Now, come on, Emma. I need to finish reading through these assignments."
"What do I get?" Emma cocked her head to the side, eyes still on the struggling brunette.
"I'll let you keep those. Just… let me go."
Emma grinned wryly. "What's the magic word?"
"Please!" Regina paused suddenly, a look on her face that had the blonde immediately release her. "Thank you," she sniffed and sat up, whatever emotion that had haunted her now gone.
Emma narrowed her eyes slightly, then quickly pulled Regina against her before she could slide off her lap. She could feel the teacher tense for a moment, but she soon relaxed upon realizing that the blonde didn't have such a tight hold on her this time.
The blonde smiled lightly, her eyes closing as she inhaled Regina's sweet fragrance. Emma hummed softly and leaned forward, her hand gently stroking Regina's side as her lips met with olive skin.
The teacher sighed blissfully, allowing this moment of weakness as she let the blonde taste her. One of her hands had found itself on the blonde's cotton clad shoulder and squeezed when Emma had made her way up the column of her neck.
"Emma…" she whispered softly, head turning to face the blonde.
Emma pulled away enough to meet chestnut eyes, shimmering and dark. With a soft smile, she leaned forward to capture the older woman's lips with her own in a sweet, gentle caress. Regina gasped softly, the hot air teasing the blonde's tingling lips. She smiled even wider and dove back in to kiss the brunette once again, humming when Regina had returned it. Her lips pressed firmly into Emma's, earning a soft moan.
The blonde couldn't be bothered to pull away as she tilted her head and went for another kiss, her lips parted. Regina had eagerly returned it, crimson lips sliding against pink, coating them with her lipstick as they repeatedly moved against one another.
Emma's breath shallowed, the forgotten papers in her hand had now been dropped onto the couch beside them as she wrapped both her arms firmly around Regina's petite body. Said brunette had shifted her position, her legs on either side of the blonde's hips and her hands holding both of Emma's cheeks in place. The blonde only groaned more, the once dull ache between her thighs intensified to something almost insatiable.
Emma missed Regina's next kiss as she turned her head to the side to speak, the older woman's tongue awkwardly ramming into her cheek.
"Touch me…" she whispered, kissing the brunette's cheek before going back in for another kiss.
And like clockwork, Regina had abided her simple request, hands falling down the blonde's sides in a teasing manner. Emma's breath hitched anxiously, her hips gently bucking forward once again. She could already feel the brunette's fingers touching her, inside and out; and it wasn't long until that fantasy became reality and she saw stars.
"There you go…" Regina smirked, pulling away from Emma's lips as her fingers slowly moved within the blonde's quivering body.
Emma gasped, still clutching to Regina as she slowly came down from her climax. It was a beautiful thing seeing the brunette's smiling face as she opened her eyes, warm coffee staring right back at her.
"I hope that was satisfactory." Regina hummed lightly, pulling her fingers from the blonde and her hand out of those fluffy pants, soon wiping her fingers on the material. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Emma's red, swollen lips.
"It was…" The blonde tried to catch her breath and nodded. "We've got to take it slow someday."
"Don't worry, angel, we will." Regina chuckled softly, using the back of her knuckles to caress Emma's cheek. "But currently, I have to finish up with these assignments. It's getting late and I don't think we want to be too tired in the morning."
"Of course not." Emma shook her head and watched as the brunette shifted to sit beside her. Regina fixed her glasses, which had become askew at some point, and snatched up the notebook that she had abandoned before their short session.
Emma looked at the older woman who went straight back to reading the paper and frowned.
Shifting slightly, the blonde brought a leg up under herself and leaned closer to the brunette. Regina slid closer to her, allowing Emma's hand to wrap around her shoulders, but made no other move. Emma frowned again.
"Gina-"
"You never answered me on what this was." Regina glanced up, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "This isn't your vacation. It's… It's smut."
"It's not smut." Emma huffed softly, eyes falling on the paper. She smirked at the scene that Regina was currently reading.
"Then what do you call describing sexual activity in writing?" Regina glanced up.
"What happened is true." She shrugged. "What's the big deal?"
"It's inappropriate, Emma. That's the big deal." The teacher lifted the notebook. "You… you described what happened on Christmas."
"I'm sorry." Emma quickly murmured. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable… I just thought I would do this, using the pseudo names for us. It would be different since you already know how I spent my winter break."
"It's…" Regina nibbled on her lower lip as Emma quirked a brow. "It's very interesting."
"Is it hot?" The blonde smirked, kissing Regina's cheek. "Are you getting, dare I say, aroused?"
"Even more than I already was, dear," she breathed, lips parting.
"Why don't you continue to read it?" Emma whispered, laying her head on the brunette's shoulder. Her hand rest on Regina's lap, next to the notebook that she still held.
"I can't read this out loud." Regina mumbled, staring at Emma incredulously.
"Then read it in your head." A pale hand inched its way under the fluffy panda pants and to her awaiting heat.
A soft moan tumbled from the brunette's mouth as the blonde teasingly ran her fingers along the slick flesh, dipping occasionally between lips.
"Oh, Emma." Regina's hips shifted, grinding against her hand.
"Read," the blonde quietly instructed, and she nodded, whisky eyes focused on the words that Emma had written. The younger woman smirked, head still on the brunette's shoulder as she read along with her, fingers seeking out the delicate bundle of nerves.
Regina nearly cried out when Emma had found it, breaking her concentration on the reading for but a moment before she went back, two of her digits circling Regina's clitoris in tight motions.
"I-I don't think I can concentrate, dear," Regina moaned, hips bucking up against Emma's and as she continued with her movements.
"That's fine," Emma purred, making her strokes faster until Regina's moans were filling the void air, her breathing hard and ragged.
Emma smiled absently, watching the myriad of expressions cross over her lover's face. She looked stunning when she was in pleasure. Watching Regina was something that the blonde had always enjoyed. It was perfect.
"Emma!" Regina's shrill cry echoed through the room and Emma smirked, her pace still going steady as the older woman had achieved orgasm. Her body shook and her hips ceased their movements as she rode it out with the blonde's help.
Emma held Regina close to her, fingers slowing their pace now as the brunette had slowly fallen from her high. Her breath was shallow as she laid against Emma, her body shuddering still with the aftermath of her pleasurable flight.
Emma quickly slipped her hand out of the older woman's bottoms and sat there for a moment, holding Regina's shaking frame close to her. She smiled. She was lucky. She brought this perfect woman to a beautiful release. It was something not many people could have the pleasure of doing.
"Recreating porn." Emma whispered, giving the older woman a squeeze.
"Not exactly, dear." Regina chuckled, closing the notebook before she slowly pulled away from Emma. The teacher leaned forward to grab another paper and brought it back with her. "Now, I must get these finished."
"I know," she mumbled, retrieving Belle's and Killian's assignments to continue reading. "At least you can do it more comfortably."
"Indeed," Regina crooned, shifting into a new position as she began to read through the newest paper in hand.