Teacher's Pet: Revamp

by RegalChromaggia

Emma Swan just wants to get through her final year of Storybrooke High to start a life in Boston. Then she meets her new English teacher, Ms. Mills, who turns her plans inside out. /As the title goes, this will be a revamped/revised version of Teacher's Pet. I am uploading this as per request./ SQ. Implied RB. Student/Teacher AU. Rated M. Updated 1/14/22

27. When Dreams Slap You In The Face

Emma wore a soft rose on her pale cheeks as she stood there, being observed like a bride in her wedding gown by her two excited parents who each wore the proudest of smiles that they could bear.

Meanwhile, she felt as if she could sink under a rock and never return. She was never one for attention, but she knew her desire to remain hidden would only be ignored as she walked down that aisle.

And she would have to do it proudly as to not disappoint everyone there to see her graduate… And every other person that would be there, which would be a frightening amount of people.

But Emma tried to swallow the bile rising in her throat and think of something to pep talk herself into a more relaxed mood. She needed to ease the worries raging to break through the stone barrier she built earlier that day.

Even as David and Mary Margaret hauled Emma from the apartment and into her father's truck, she lost herself in her mind.

She was Emma Swan. She was a foster child, tossed from house to house, family to family. She had been broken into a thousand pieces by harsh words and harsher hands.

And the other children, bullies in spite of their own insecurities, tearing her down to the support beams, removing every last bolt and screw until she collapsed.

Their words still stung her heart, piercing an emotion deep, yet so easily concealed within the eighteen-year-old.

They told her that no one wanted her.

They told her that no one would ever love her.

They insulted her, called her cruel names that shouldn't have hurt but they did anyways.

They broke her in a way a glass vase would when it made contact with a hardwood floor.

She told herself that what they had said was true. She didn't believe it at first. She never believed it.

Until she made herself believe it.

Then she was taken in by the Nolans with loving smiles and welcoming arms.

And that was when all the tormenting demons that had once haunted her mind vanished because David and Mary Margaret did want her.

They wanted her as their own child and treated her as such.

They loved her unconditionally, as any parent should and as any child should deserve.

They called her sweet pet names and made her feel as if she belonged instead of misplaced.

They helped pick up the broken pieces and put them back together.

And Regina… She came into Emma's life as a bonus that made her feel wanted, loved, beautiful, and whole.

And her wonderful, yet sometimes irksome, friends were more than anything that she could have ever hoped for.

With those three factors: The Nolans, Regina, and her friends, Emma was on a cloud. She would give more than anything to shove that in the faces of the ones that had put her down.

Emma Swan was no longer a broken girl; she was a whole woman.

And she was graduating unlike those few foster parents that thought of her as nothing more than a bratty child that had said she would never make it out of school. They did nothing but discourage her throughout her short time with them, treating her just as the other children had.

But now she was no longer with those ones in her life, instead, she was surrounded by the loving ones. They were proud of her for making it this far and had encouraged her of it. Hell, they had even encouraged her to shoot beyond her high school graduation goals and apply for college, more than certain enough that she would get accepted.

And she did, no less than the expectations that they anticipated.

That was why she smiled up on that stage in the traditional graduation garb with her hand readily approaching the diploma getting passed to her by the proud Mr. Hopper.

Emma was taking that little document in spite of the demons in her past that tried so terribly hard to rip holes into the fabric of reality that was laid out before her.

They attempted to rob her blind of her elation, but she beat them down because, along with taking this document for them, she was taking it for the current angels that had touched her existence. They lit her life up with an ethereal ray that banished those demons to the past and gave her the light that had guided her down the current path in which she led.

And damned she be if this path weren't glorious.

The blonde beamed for that camera; the crazy upturn of her lips unable to be stopped. Even Mr. Gold had a foreign grin on his alligator face when she approached him, hand extended in congratulation. She took it blindly, shaking the tight grasp with a snap of the picture and moved down the line.

Emma didn't care that the world's eyes were upon her as she walked down the aisle. She was happy. She accomplished something. A big something and there was not a thing that could take it away from her.

"Congratulations, dear." Emma heard a voice sound from beside her, forcing her to nearly stumble over her own feet as she attempted to catch where it had come from.

Regina.

She caught a glimpse of the older woman's smile before being forced to continue down the designated path, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end and her entire body flooding with warmth.

If there ever was a way to calm her frazzled nerves, it would be the smile on Regina's face. It always seemed to be the quickest remedy to any situation. Emma would be able to face the world given Regina would be next to her.

Bring on the apocalypse.

Give her a gun and her girlfriend and she was ready.

Emma saw that same smile when the ceremony was over, her cap lost amongst the others strewn about on the ground.

Regina stood with the group of teachers, standing and clapping for the seniors that they had spent four years (or less in her case) teaching. Proud and tall they were with moisture in their eyes and grins as bright as the sun.

Emma still grinned even though her head pounded from a mixture of the sudden arousal in the crowd's volume, turning into a deafening roar and the tight cap that she was forced to wear for five hours. The freshly graduated students cheered for their victory of conquering high school, almost loud enough to cancel out the announcement for them to exit the building as a class.

And they did, all in a clustered group as they fought through the exit. Emma pursed her lips at the rowdy teenagers in front of her, trying to squeeze through the exit with no luck.

"There you are!" Belle exclaimed with a smile that had once matched her friend's, bright and excited. "I couldn't find you for the longest time."

Emma's grin returned as she slung an arm around Belle just in case they would get separated. "I know. Too many people in there. It doesn't help that they act like freaking animals!" She shot an accusing glare at a particularly loud group of boys cheering for the class of graduates, which had others around them join in.

"Tell me about it." Belle mumbled. Emma would have missed what she had said if she were not so close.

With a sigh, Emma finally made her way outside and into the dim light of the evening, where the crowd seemed to have doubled, nearly tripled. She groaned.

Why did they have to run into this?

Friends and family of all the students were here and eager to greet.

"Oh, my goodness. What is this?" Belle's eyes widened, the light irises standing out perfectly in the evening glow. "There are so many people… I'll never find my dad or Ruby…"

"I'm sure we will." Emma attempted to reassure, though her hope was waning quickly the more they delved into the sea of bodies with not one face looking familiar. "Oh, we're totally screwed."

"At least we have each other?" Belle muttered monotonously, sticking as close as she could to the blonde as to not get lost.

Emma was doing something similar, wide eyes on the groups of people still pouring out of the building. This was a time in her life that she wished she did have her cellphone and that it wasn't forbidden during the ceremony (though she knew that policy wasn't strictly enforced after seeing several other of the graduates with their phones out during rehearsal) and regretted not taking it with her just in case. Now there was no way in hell she would be able to message her parents to see where they were at.

And now she was lost forever.

"There's Ruby!" Belle squealed from beside her and squeezed her arm so tight, Emma swore it would have been severed.

"Keep it down. You're driving the dogs crazy."

But her quip remained unheard as Ruby had seemed to magically find her way to the two of them, a wolfish grin on her face.

"Now you're one of me!" The lanky brunette squealed just as her girlfriend had moments before, engulfing the two of them in her arms. "We are officially adults, and no one can tell us what the hell to do! Well… there is your future boss and, I guess, professors from the college… and your parents or Granny on occasion… But you're an adult and no more kid stuff!"

"I think we get it, Rubes." Emma chuckled jovially, shaking her head when the waitress released her. "But we still can't legally drink until we're twenty-one, so I'm not sure if we're completely adults."

Ruby narrowed her eyes at Emma and shoved her shoulder. "Girl there really is a special place in hell for you. Right next to the devil himself."

"Now, RuRu, be nice to Ems." Belle chastised, her nose wrinkling angrily, though it looked more as if she had an itch on it instead. "She's a woman now."

"Oh, I bet she is." Ruby smirked, forcing Emma's eyes to widen incredulously.

And then the blonde snorted as what Belle had said came to her. "You bet I am, RuRu."

"Shut up!" That had Ruby quiet, her cheeks turning the same color as her name had stated. She quickly turned to Belle, giving her a look that of an irritated lover. "I told you not to call me that."

"But you know you like it, Ruby." Belle gave her an innocent smile.

Emma merely giggled.

"Not when you say it in front of people."

"What's so bad about it?"

"Just… no."

"Come on, Ruby!"

"Belle, please."

Emma watched between the two as they continued to bicker back and forth, the blonde long separated from her brunette friend. They were meant for each other. Hopefully they would stay together for a while.

"You two are cute as hell." The freshly graduated blonde student smirked, forcing the two of them to cease their banter. "I don't know how anyone can think that you aren't dating."

"Shut up." They muttered in unison, both turning crimson.

"You are. Just saying. Keep like that." Emma smiled, her heart shriveling in her chest as she stared at her two best friends, both shooting her mortified grins.

She was going to miss Ruby and Belle when she left for Boston. Now that they had graduated, they would no longer have all the free time to spend together after school or on the weekends. They wouldn't joke around in class anymore and get in trouble by the annoyed teachers, nor would they be able to stop by Granny's to grab lunch.

Granny's.

They wouldn't be able to sit and annoy Ruby while she worked and stuffed their faces with the delicious food cooked by their older friend's grandmother as they gossiped about everything that happened that day.

Emma would miss that the most. She always loved spending time with her friends – something she never really had when she was growing up. But now that would be something left behind as she left to the bigger city. Of course, she could return to Storybrooke to visit her friends from time to time and the addition of the Bug Mary Margaret and David were going to give her would help with that.

Though she was sure Regina wouldn't mind taking her back up every so often. Emma would want her with no matter what.

A lot of changes were going to be made from now on and it seemed terribly frightening.

Emma was an adult now. She was eighteen, the age she longed for, and graduated from high school. Her life has started. She was moving away from what she knew – or what she had come to know so well.

She frowned to herself as those thoughts ate her up. This night was supposed to be fun and special, happy and celebratory, not a pity party for herself because she was grown up.

"Are you alright, Emma?" Belle asked, breaking Emma from her mind as she popped her eyes up to meet with her friend.

"Yeah, just thinking." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"What about?" Ruby quickly asked, brow quirked.

"Leaving Storybrooke." Emma answered, which surprised all three of them.

Luckily, before either one of them could open their mouth to ask questions, Mary Margaret and David popped out of the thinning crowd with big smiles, a big bouquet of flowers, and a camera. "There they are!"

"Hey!" Emma grinned, happy that they finally found each other, even though she hadn't done much searching after running into Ruby. She was immediately greeted (and smothered) by the two as they hugged her tightly, still murmuring congratulations before moving onto Belle.

"Were you excited?" Mary Margaret asked, hands clasped together. "Were you nervous? How was it? You're officially graduated from high school!"

"Yes, mom!" Emma chuckled, hands in the air as if to calm down her mother. "My head hurts from that stupid cap and the loud noise, but overall, it was pretty exciting. It only happens once in your life; you know?"

"Oh! My baby's all grown up!" Mary Margaret squealed once again, engulfing her in a tight hug before pulling back to elbow her husband. David jumped slightly, his brows furrowing until he realized just why she had done that. He quickly handed Emma the bouquet of flowers, the smile clear in his eyes.

"We got you something!"

"Oh, flowers!" Emma cheered with forced joy as she grabbed them, smelling the natural sweet scent with a chuckle. "What I've always wanted after five hours of being in a room with loud, smelly people."

"Well, it does freshen things up." Ruby muttered, earning a glare from the blonde.

Mary Margaret gave her daughter a look which shut the two of them right up. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't like the real gift, now, would you?"

David was coughing and gesturing toward the paper the bouquet was wrapped in, trying to act inconspicuous.

"What's wrong with you?" She blinked at her father, watching his little gestures that she couldn't quite place. Mary Margaret, on the other hand, was rolling her eyes at David's "hints."

"Do you know what likes flowers?" Mary Margaret inquired, dark eyes on those flowers as if they would tell her the answer.

"Birds? Nature? I don't know." She blinked slightly. "I'm done with school. No more learning."

"I think your mother means to imply that there's a reason we gave you those flowers." David cleared his throat, giving his wife a quick glare, which only earned a glower in return.

"Graduating?"

Then it hit her. There was something in the flowers, or at least the paper of them.

Emma quirked a brow at the two of them before taking the not-so-subtle hints to look inside the wrapping, soon finding what appeared to be something metal. Then her heart skipped a beat. She excitedly pulled the little scrap out to find the metal in the shape of a key.

"Oh. My. Gods!" She squealed, throwing the bouquet into Belle's arms just in time as she threw her arms around her parents.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Emma's gratitude was muffled between the two of her parents, tears welling automatically in her eyes.

"Oh!" Mary Margaret kissed the top of her head. "You're so very welcome, Emma. You deserve it."

"Now, to get you your license." David chuckled and it was then that she realized she didn't know how to operate the Bug that was given to her.

"Wait. You got a car, and you don't know how to drive?" Ruby laughed, and Emma should have known that was coming.

"I know how to, Ruby. I just don't have the thing." Emma turned from her parents and glared at her lanky friend, eyes narrowing into slits.

"But seriously, why?"

"Because we all can't be special like you, Ruby."

"Hey, now, Emma. No need to be rude!"

"Guys, will you stop arguing?" Belle frowned, crossing her arms. "I don't know how to drive, either."

"Yeah, you do." The waitress turned her attention to Belle, one of her perfectly trimmed brows quirked. "I've been teaching you, remember?"

"I know. I just mean that I don't have a license, either." She elaborated, nibbling on her lower lip.

"You girls are so funny." Mary Margaret suddenly stated, a joyous smile on her face as she watched the bickering trio.

"Yeah… funny." Emma pursed her lips, giving her taller friend a quick jab in the ribs to stop her bubbling chuckles. But it had only rubbed off on Belle, as well, and soon enough, the two of them ended up roaring with laughter.

"See? She likes us." Belle smiled.

"No. No she doesn't."

"Emma!" Mary Margaret reprimanded, wrinkling her nose. "Do not say that. I like them!"

"I know; I was just… joking." Emma pouted softly, arms crossing over her chest.

"But you can't joke about how I feel about people, Emma."

"Mary Margaret, please." David sighed softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"But David!" She whined to her husband, and it was then that Emma knew she had been playing along because she never did that without a reason such as this.

That had Emma giggling and her friends laughing harder because, no, they weren't their parents, and yes, it was funnier when they were acting like this, and they were someone else's.

Emma didn't particularly care, at least when they were around Ruby and Belle. Mary Margaret and David always tended to act childish around them to embarrass the blonde, but it never worked anymore. Now, with other people…

Oh, she could never imagine having Regina there with those two. Maybe she shouldn't mind; the older woman was easy-going, but there was still something about the thought that made her cringe.

Though, speaking of Regina, Emma looked past her mother for a second time as she swore she had caught a glance of the dark-haired woman. And she had. Regina was just exiting the building with her purse around her shoulder and creased brows as she attempted to squeeze through the crowds that had decided to linger.

Emma couldn't take her eyes off the brunette who made her way toward the sidewalk, though had quite a bit of trouble with getting through the gross of people. She smiled, swallowing the bubble of laughter welling in her throat when Regina donned an irritated look from a particular group of teenagers who kept blocking her way. It wasn't something they were doing on purpose, of course, but they were looking bothersome in their careless acts as they stumbled about with jokes and laughter.

"What are you staring at?" Mary Margaret finally asked, the question this time directed toward her daughter. The group had been buzzing with idle chatter until the older woman caught her attention.

When Emma shrugged instead of answering, her mother looked behind her to notice the group of teenagers and the teacher who had finally made it past them. "Oh! Look! It's your teacher, isn't it? Ms. Mills?"

"Yeah." Emma mumbled. Ruby and Belle both shot her a knowing look.

"Maybe we should go talk to her before she leaves? I know that she thought of you as one of her favorite students." Mary Margaret grinned softly before quickly grabbing her daughter's wrist to drag her in the direction of the infamous Ms. Mills. "And I know that she was your favorite teacher."

"Mom," Emma groaned softly, trailing after her ever-persistent mother along with the rest of the group in which half (Ruby and Belle) were snickering and the other half (David and Mary Margaret) wore eager expressions to meet the English teacher.

Well, David would be meeting the older woman for the first time since Mary Margaret had made a habit of going to conferences whenever they popped up. Emma always had opted to stay home for those special days, not exactly wishing to join in on the embarrassing parade no doubt to burst with her mother.

"Hey, Regina!" Mary Margaret called out to the teacher to catch her attention before Regina had attempted to cross the street. She paused and turned at the sound of Emma's mother's voice, her brows rising in surprise.

"Oh, Mary Margaret. What a pleasure." She stood there awkwardly as the group approached her, a smile on her perfect, crimson lips. "Emma. Belle. Ruby." Regina nodded to each person as she acknowledged them, pausing on David for a moment with a slightly confused look before grinning. "You must be David."

"And you must be the infamous Ms. Mills." He held his hand out to her and she took it, Mary Margaret's eyes on the two like a hawk.

Emma could have laughed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He mumbled, pulling his hand away to wrap around Mary Margaret's waist as if to announce himself taken.

"Likewise, Mr. Nolan. I have heard so much about you from both your wife and daughter." Regina's molten eyes landed heatedly on Emma for a moment, the corners of her mouth tugging into a strange smile before she offered it to David and his wife. "What brings you two here? Or should I say five?"

"We just wanted to say hi before we left!" Mary Margaret cheerfully chittered. "But we've really ought to get going if the girls want to make it to the dance in time! Are you headed there?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact." Regina smiled politely with a nod. "I am one of the chaperones. Somehow I keep getting myself caught in that position this year." Her eyes landed on Emma for but a moment because it was her fault, after all. She begged the teacher to volunteer as chaperone to the dance, just as the last one. This time, Regina hadn't minded much. It was the last dance, after all.

"Great!" Mary Margaret hummed, clapping her hands together. "I suppose we must be off then?"

They said their goodbyes and were off; Belle and Ruby returning to the Bed and Breakfast to get ready and Emma tagging along with Mary Margaret and David to prepare herself, as well. It hadn't taken long until Emma found herself in front of the mirror after struggling with her dress. She had thought a not-so-flashy one would have worked well in the mundane white that Regina had suggested she pick.

It was a little tight in certain areas that she had noticed prior to when she had first tested it out. Unfortunately, then and now, the material was slightly see-though in those parts (which was more specifically around her chest area with the padded push-up brassiere that Regina had purchased for her a while back). Luckily, she had got it just for this dress, but the outline and solid white was still easily noticed.

"Damn that woman." Emma muttered because she was settled for a black dress almost similar until Regina had already decided on a color scheme for the two.

The blonde crinkled her nose as she looked over the outfit that flayed at the skirt with soft ruffles, ending at the top of her knees. It was pure white and nothing but as it asked to get dirty by the natural world.

There was a reason Emma didn't wear certain colors in abundance.

She looked like a marshmallow in this thing, and so did her feet with the matching ivory heels that she was barely able to balance in.

The only color that she did have was little purple accents such as the weird little flowers around her ankles, wrists, and pinned up in her hair.

She quirked a brow at herself in the mirror. The purple seemed to attract attention to itself from her ghostly appearance. The dress had a square neck which seemed to have defeated the purpose of the special bra, and a slightly ruffled sleeve which had only covered the very top of her arms.

Fortunately, those little puffs would be covered by the final accent of a purple ruffled scarf.

Regina and the ruffle.

Something was terribly wrong with that woman for wanting to practically look like a walking fluff ball with all those ridiculous layers of fabric.

But at least Emma wouldn't be the only one wearing ruffles to the dance because Regina had purchased something like Emma's own, except it was purple and seemed to be less playful around the skirt area. The ruffles, instead of flaying out, would hug the older woman's muscular thighs in a more elegant, conservative fashion.

Emma smiled softly and moved from the mirror, a finger playing with her golden curls.

"Are you ready, Emma?" Mary Margaret's voice filtered through the loft.

"Yeah, just a moment!" She replied, quickly gathering up her cellphone before heading down the stairs.

As she descended, she heard a soft coo come from the woman who had called her down just moments before. Mary Margaret donned the brightest of smiles in which had easily reached her eyes. She squealed happily upon Emma's final arrival to the landing and immediately attacked the younger woman with the hug from hell.

"You look so beautiful!" She released her daughter, allowing Emma for a chance to get oxygen back into her lungs.

"You said that the last time I got all dressed up." Emma crossed her arms self-consciously, quirking a brow at the woman before her. "Anyways, are we going to go?"

"Oh… yes. Of course, Emma." Mary Margaret offered a sad smile and grabbed her daughter's arm to usher her out of the apartment along with her husband who trailed along, chuckling.

"You can get pictures before we leave if you want, Mary Margaret." Emma paused before her mother could open the door.

That seemed to have brought the older woman's smile into a full curve, her dark eyes lighting up once again. "Stand by your father! I want one of you two together. Then David can take one of you and me. And then we need one of just you." There was a pause as the schoolteacher hesitated, a slightly pained look on her face before she continued with her unfinished thought as if it were a piece of glass in her candy. "It's too bad that you hadn't brought a date so we could get one of you two."

Emma nodded awkwardly, her hands wringing in front of her because she knew how weird it was for her mother to even attempt to think of what kind of date her daughter would have brought. None was going to be better to lie about than admit that she was going to the dance with Regina, of course, that was in a manner of speaking.

Emma beamed for the pictures that she took for her parents and beamed even more as she sat in the car on the way to the school for her final dance of the year, all prior thoughts still fresh in her mind. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, whirring up a mighty storm within that small organ. She didn't know why on earth she was so damned nervous to get in there.

"Looks like we're here." David announced, turning toward Emma with a smile, hand clasped on her shoulder. "Have a good time, honey, and call when you're ready to leave. We'll come pick you up."

Emma gave him an awkward look. "I'm gonna be staying with someone else tonight." She mumbled; hands placed on her lap in a ball. "I won't be needing a ride, if that's alright."

"Oh… Are you sure?" He had his brows squished together but made no further move to guilt her into staying over.

Mary Margaret hadn't said a thing. She simply sat there with a smile, a hand on the blonde's arm.

"Have fun, sweetheart. Stay safe and… be safe." She leaned in to give her a kiss on her cheek. "I love you."

"I will, I promise." Emma moved in to give her mother a side hug, her heart sinking slightly. "I love you, too."

"Call me if anything happens, okay?" David was the next to speak, his voice rumbling in the otherwise quiet truck.

"I will."

"Alright. Be safe. I love you." His stern stare was gone, replaced with that of a loving father as he, too, kissed her head.

"Love you, David." She chimed in response, moving to open the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, Emma." Mary Margaret watched as Emma hopped out of the truck, a saddened twinkle in her eyes. "Drop by as the first thing you do tomorrow." She quickly added, scooting to where Emma had been seated moments ago. She donned a cheesy grin as if she played, though her eyes had told just how serious she was.

Emma gave her a sweet smile in response and nodded, hand on the passenger's door. "I will make it my first priority, okay?"

"Good. Now, go have fun while you can!"

"I will! See you tomorrow." She nodded toward them and shut the truck's door before making her way hastily to the entrance of the school. Her stomach was already in knots once again as soon as those doors had opened and the large, boisterous crowd was revealed.

Loud music blared through the gym's speakers while the graduated class sloppily danced to the upbeat tune. Others stood aside to merely watch while some remained disinterested, talking within their groups of friends, taking advantage of the free drinks and snacks.

Emma took a deep breath and searched the wild crowd, her eyes wide and overwhelmed as she tried to decipher out any familiar faces within the sea of them. Even the teachers seemed to be lost amongst the multitude of ex-students.

She groaned. She would have to enter the thick mob of people to locate her friends or Regina, which was already proving to be a difficult task. It was hot, sweaty, and loud, and frankly, she was already anticipant on leaving.

"Look at Mr. Booth!" A fair-haired girl pointed out the teacher in subject. That, of course, had Emma stopping in her tracks to get a look at her former teacher dancing with a group of students. The man didn't have bad dancing skills if you asked her, but he was no Regina.

Emma chuckled softly as she watched him. Teachers were already getting in on the fun. Perhaps Regina was even in the spirit to dance and currently was amongst another crowd.

With an anxious smile for the unlikely scenario, she continued forth to find said teacher. Her eyes darted from face to face, dress to dress until they had finally landed on a ruffled purple one and eventually slid up to meet with the bright smile of her girlfriend.

"Emma!" She almost seemed to cheer, taking the few steps that had been left between them. "It's good to see that you finally made it."

"I'm fashionably late." Emma joked, tossing a curl behind her shoulder.

"Of course, you are, dear." The older woman's mouth twitched with amusement. "Meanwhile, the party seemed to have escalated without you."

"Oh, what a shame that I had missed it." Emma clucked her tongue, shrugging unenthusiastically. "I guess this means we should catch up with the in-crowd and dance?"

"Since when are you so eager to dance in front of other people?" The question stopped her unsubtle suggestion and threw it to the ground. Regina's brow was quirked in her usual manor, arms crossing in mock annoyance.

"Since I can do it with you?" She gave a cheesy grin.

"Mhm. Well, I am unsure if we should dance right away. It's currently a slower song and I hardly believe that would be appropriate for us." She pointed out; mocha hues focused on the slowly moving population on the dance floor.

It was then that Emma had noticed the change in pace and grew red.

"Yeah, of course." She mumbled, changing positions to stand next to her partner instead with a deflated look, allowing for her to survey the area.

Emma breathed in the air around her, drawing her attention from the people and to the rich, spicy perfume of the woman next to her. She grinned, turning to gaze at the beauty who tapped her foot to the current melody and wore a stunning white smile on her plum lips.

"How was your day, Regina?" Emma inquired, head cocking to the side. She hardly had time to speak with her today over the fuss of graduation and getting ready for the dance afterwards. The few minutes in the parking lot of the arena were hardly anything to go by.

"Rather mundane, dear. It's still strange to wake up in a cold bed." She turned her gaze to the younger woman, a mirthful look on her features.

"Yeah." Emma chuckled, realizing the statement to be true. The two of them had become so spoiled with each other's warm bodies in bed and took great advantage of it, that it had been difficult to adjust to sleeping alone in bed. It seemed much cooler and far lonelier.

"And trying to roll over to find you at the edge of the bed, only to fall off my own."

This earned a chuckle from the older woman, her head shaking. "I do hope you won't have to suffer that long."

"I probably will. I'm clumsy and fall off the bed a lot." She shrugged, earning yet again, another stifled chuckle.

"Remind me to put restraints on the bed to prevent that from happening."

"Ooh, that sounds kinky." Emma couldn't help the comment that had heated her lover's cheeks.

"Emma, now mind your mouth. We are in public." Though the embarrassment never faded from her visage as she remained pink.

"Sorry." Emma giggled, tugging at the teacher's arm soon after in her own way of the changing the subject.

During their conversation, a new song had played on the stereo, something far more upbeat and appropriate for the two to dance.

"Where on earth are you dragging me to?" Regina blinked slightly as the two had soon found themselves in the middle of the dance floor. "Oh, you sly swan, you."

Emma merely smirked at her comment, body already swaying with the beat as her eyes seemed to lock in on Regina and only her. It was going to be the only way that she would sanely be able to dance in front of the hundreds of eyes watching or felt as if they were.

"Look! Now Ms. Mills is gonna dance!" That same voice that had called for Mr. Booth earlier had spoken once again, her hand waving toward the teacher whose eyes seemed to have grown to the size of saucers.

"Fuck yeah!" A masculine voice exclaimed from somewhere else within the group and soon enough another uproar of chatter stirred.

Meanwhile, Emma still had her eyes focused in on the stunned teacher who seemed glued to her spot. She stood as if she were a statue, eyes still wide.

"I refuse to do this." She mumbled to Emma, her olive hands wringing against her ruffled skirt. "They're staring."

"Try not to think about it." Emma attempted to reassure the frazzled woman and stood to face her. Their eyes locked on each other's as she continued to speak, the brown melting into reassurance. "You don't even have to dance. Hell, I don't want to."

"No, but I did promise you and I cannot go back on it." Regina looked as if she were pep talking herself, standing there in her ruffled purple dress that only got abused by her anxious hands. "Why should I care what they think, anyways?"

"They aren't even watching." Emma flapped a hand in the air, eyes doing a quick once-over at the suddenly disinterested crowd. They must have given up on the miracle of their former English teacher dancing to the upbeat pop.

"Then what the hell?" Regina chuckled, muscles relaxing when Emma's words (and her own once-over) had soaked in.

That's when Regina started moving to the newest song that had begun, one that sounded all too familiar.

Emma laughed as she started to join in, the joy of this dance and the familiar tune boosting her ego to do so.

It was that same song that she had played for the two of them during Winter Break for their makeshift dance. Each note had brought back the memories of that day and Regina's amazing dancing skills. And by skills, Emma had been referring to the carnal moves she used.

Regina had let herself be free and began to sway her hips in a way that no doubt had the blonde eager for more. Emma would have damn near stopped her own dancing if she could, just to stare in awe. But they were in public, and Regina's dancing had inspired her own crazy moves, despite the urge to continue watching the saucy way she shimmied her body.

The two of them lost themselves in the beat, eyes on each other the entire song through. Hips swaying, feet moving, arms seemed to tangle with one another from time to time until the song slowed to its finale, leaving the two breaking for a breath.

"That was fun." Regina breathed, allowing for herself to take a few deep breaths. "Didn't know I had that in me."

"Neither did I…" Emma stared wide-eyed at Regina because at some point, she was quite sure that she was watching some sort of soft-core porn. "I mean…"

"Holy shit!" A voice shouted from the crowd, damn well finishing the rest of Emma's thoughts.

But Emma didn't care for that damned mind-reader, instead she glared toward the masculine voice, unsure of where and who it came from. She would beat the hell out of that dude with his own happy parts if he tried anything.

"Way to shake it, Ms. Mills!"

"I wish I had her as my teacher."

"You should fuck me."

Emma continued to glare at the people, though it was Regina's laughing that prevented her from taking any further action. The teacher must have found it amusing that her former students – and some that were not – commenting about her… interesting dance moves.

The younger woman grinned softly, watching as Regina's cheeks grew aflame once again, despite her obvious amusement.

"You're famous now, Ms. Mills." Emma couldn't help but to chuckle, moving closer to the teacher. "How do you feel?"

"Strange." The answer was simple yet humored as Emma merely laughed again.

"You're hot, you know?" Her query was a mere whisper, quiet enough that she didn't know if Regina had even heard her over the other voices and blaring music.

But the blush that had suddenly flourished down the brunette's neck and brightened her cheeks was the indicator that she had.

A smirk weaseled its way onto Regina's lips soon after because, gods, did she have such control over Emma.

"I am quite certain that most of the students seem to think the same." She hummed, lips twitching at the green look her young lover had shot her.

Emma didn't think too kindly of others seeing Regina in the way that she had. It was a jealous rage of green that soaked her aura so quickly, forcing her equally as green eyes to glare once again at the others around. That was, until her friends seemed to have popped right from that crowd giving her equal looks.

"What the hell are you stinking about?" Ruby snarled playfully at her, pushing the blonde slightly.

"What do you mean?" Emma sniffed, shooing her friend's hand away to stop the playful taunt. "I'm not doing anything."

"Yes, you are. You're about to kill someone or looks as if you will." That was Belle who spoke, giving her that special look that told she knew. After an intense moment of the stare down, Emma finally broke contact and turned away, shaking her head. Her friends chuckled, lost in their own amusement at her free-range guilt.

"Hello, girls." Regina greeted them belatedly, an amused smile on her own red lips. "Are you two having fun?"

The two quickly sobered upon realizing the teacher had been standing there beside their friend.

Though it was Ruby who had noticed the quickest, already supplying her ludicrous nature as she replied to Regina's question with a different subject. "You dance pretty well for a teacher."

"Thank you, dear." The teacher's nose twitched at the statement.

"Are you even a teacher?" The lanky waitress queried suspiciously, tilting her head with a wolfish grin. "I mean, dayum gurl, you really got it going on with your moves there."

"Ruby!" That was Belle who had reprimanded her, giving her a look that reminded Emma of Regina when she said something wrong. "Can you be the least bit of appropriate? She was my teacher."

"So?" Ruby dared to venture, her wide smile reappearing. "She's still a human, too. We're adults."

Belle scoffed at her girlfriend before moving away from the group to idly stare at the snack table. Ruby, on the other hand, had snapped into a different mood but had chosen to remain behind, her face stoic. "Woops. I made a big no-no."

"Why is it that you know every way and a half to get on people's nerves?" Emma snorted, trying to sate the laughter burning in her chest.

"Reminds me of a certain blonde." The husky voice situated with the three had spoken, seeming to loosely let the words roam free without the consent of her logical mind.

Emma didn't think a thing of the statement before it hit her like a two-ton cement brick… Or Ruby's hand across the back of her arm.

"Annoying your 'favorite' teacher, now, are we?" Ruby mocked, using Mary Margaret's words from earlier that evening.

"Ruby, no." Emma glared at her friend because here she went again.

"Oh, come on, Emma. You know?" Ruby quirked a brow, stepping forward to give her that look.

"I know that you should shut the hell up and go apologize to Belle." Emma muttered, teeth grinding impatiently against each other. Sometimes she wondered why she ever became friends with that girl. She was button-pushing and always seemed to detonate just the right one.

Ruby scoffed at her friend's comment, a hand on her hip. "You are so rude."

"Likewise, Rubes." Emma bit, pushing her friend toward the snack table where Belle still stood with a soda in hand. She was met with protests when Ruby planted her feet on the ground with a dirty look, but it was thanks to Emma's strength that had the nineteen-year-old stomping off.

But not without comment as Ruby headed off, her arm in the air to flip Emma off. "God will get you for that!"

"There is no God where you're going, Ruby." Emma caught the last laugh before finally turning back to her "date."

"Now I can see where your attitude comes from." Regina quirked a brow at her lover. "And your not-so-witty comebacks."

"Oh, shush!" Emma huffed, glaring toward her two friends that stood in the distance, arguing with one another. "I'm too slow to come up with something good."

Regina shook her head, an amused smile on her face as she lifted a hand to pick something out of Emma's blonde curls. The latter watched on when she pulled her fingers away with what had her interest. "You are anything but slow, my dear."

"You're just saying that." But the statement had her blushing, her cheeks heating up more than they already had been as she continued to stare at that brunette. Her brows had now furrowed when Regina had, once again, plucked something from her hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" She finally asked, hands drawn to her sides.

Regina merely shook her head with another stunning smile, bright and white in the gym lights. "Would you like to prove to yourself just how… fast I believe you to be?" Her tone had suddenly dropped into a husky whisper, plum lips twitching slightly. "Because I will show you how correct my statement will be."

Her eyes had widened at the silk in her lover's voice, the words in which she had spoken could find Emma's release alone. Oh gods, what was she doing to her with all these people around them?

"Are you trying to lead me on, Ms. Mills?" Emma inquired, brows rising as they awaited an answer.

And the response was anything but what she had hoped for as that brunette licked her full lips with a swipe of her tongue. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Then meet me outside." She smirked and leaned in, her voice dropping even more as she spoke into Emma's ear, her breath hot and moist against the latter's skin. "I parked a few blocks down so we could leave together."

"Y-You want to leave now?" Emma swallowed thickly, eyes widening.

Regina straightened, shrugging. "We don't have to."

"No." The word could have left Emma's lips fast enough. "I mean… it's boring anyways. Being here."

"Alright, dear. I'll make haste to leave first. I'm quite sure that the other chaperones won't miss me." And with that, she departed from her girlfriend's side to do as she had said. her hips swaying from side to side with each step, almost as if she had known that Emma was going to observe.

And she definitely was. Her eyes never left the older woman's posterior until the round rump disappeared within the sea of bodies. Emma sighed at the loss and turned from Regina's path to find out where Ruby and Belle had run off to. She might as well tell them that she had planned on leaving or else they would surely have another conniption like the last time that she had left early without informing them.

Her friends. She didn't know how she found them.

Must have been in a barn by the looks of it.

Emma wrinkled her nose slightly as she witnessed Ruby scarfing down a piece of cake with Belle at her side, giving the waitress a pissy look. She warily made her way over to them.

"I told you!" Ruby cheered, tossing the empty plate into the trash can behind them. "I can eat it in less than a minute."

"I question myself, sometimes, as to why I even tolerate you." The shorter brunette made a face. "And how you never gain a single pound. I've seen the way you eat."

"What the hell are you two doing?" Emma quirked a brow as she had finally met up with the two, soon propping herself against the table that they stood next to.

"I'm showing her how much I really like cake." Ruby smiled, earning an eye roll from her counterpart.

"More like how she can inhale it within five seconds."

"Two seconds, thank you very much." The taller of the two gave a wolfish grin.

Belle scrunched her nose up, making a face at the other brunette before turning to look at Emma with a smile. "What brings you to this insanity boat?"

"My own little messed up mind is a free roaming passenger." Emma shrugged, pushing herself from the table. "Also, I plan on leaving. Like, now." She hummed, fixing the ruffled layers of her scarf.

"Leave? Why?" That was Ruby, jumping forward to interrogate her friend. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Home. It's boring and I have a migraine." Emma monotonously stated, shrugging off the look her friends had given her. She knew that they had to have sensed her lie. They gave her the look that they always did when she flaked out early and made up a lie to get out. They never said anything, but always tended to grow suspicious.

"Don't try to stop me because I can't be." Emma raised her hands and turned around to prove just that point. She ignored the protests that her friends shot in her direction and made haste to the door before she caved and turned back around.

"You're a bitch, Em!" Ruby shouted over the heads behind Emma.

Emma was on her way to Regina's car now and there definitely was no going back. She grinned to herself the entire way, the cool night's breeze caressing her skin like a lover's touch. It was a perfect night, she thought to herself, head tilt back to look up at the star dotted sky.

She had absolutely no idea where the hell Regina had parked.

Huffing to herself, she dropped her head back down as she fished her cellphone from her bra to message Regina. She was not at all tolerant enough to get lost and go the wrong direction. Yes, it was a gorgeous night and thankfully not cold enough to freeze her nipples off, but she was also uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in the best way possible, of course, as she continued to think of what the brunette had said. Her excitement was rising and her patience wearing thin.

Exhaling softly, she pressed on in the direction in which she had started. Perhaps it was for the best that she would walk off some of the extra energy building up within her. She wouldn't want to be too pumped up, or else things might not end that well.

Buzzing with anxiety, Emma quickened her footings until her phone had vibrated in her hand with a new message, that from Regina.

I see you. Keep walking and cross the street.

Emma blinked slightly and stuffed her phone back in its hiding place before quickening her pace once again. It was dark out and hard to see what the vehicles in the distance had looked like. There were several parked along the street for the dance and, unfortunately, quite a few were dark colored.

She kept her eyes peeled for that black Mercedes across the street. If Regina could see her, that had meant she wasn't too far ahead. Why couldn't Emma see her?

"Over here! You're starting to look paranoid." Regina called from across the street, conveniently in front of where said blonde had stood.

Emma quickly hopped across the street to meet Regina who had been standing outside her car with a hearty grin. She looked cuddled up within herself, arms crossed over her chest and a white scarf that she seemed to have recently donned, wrapped around her neck.

"There you are, Emma. What took you so long?"

"Ruby, Belle. I told them I was leaving." Emma grinned, taking in the woman that stood in front of her, finally landing on the ruffled white scarf that matched her own. "Where was that?"

"Oh!" The teacher chuckled softly to herself, loosening the scarf around her neck to allow the material to hang loosely against her chest. "I had forgotten to put it on and left it in the car."

"Liar." She fingered the white material. "You didn't want to wear it."

"That's untrue!" Regina's eyes fell to Emma's pale finger, a soft smile floating across her features. "What…"

"I don't know." She dropped her hand, giggling. "So, here I am."

"Are you raunchy like a hurricane, dear?" Regina leaned forward slightly, though it was close enough for Emma to feel the older woman's warmth radiate onto her.

"It's 'rock you like a hurricane,' Gina." Emma wrinkled her nose with a large grin. "But I can be raunchy if you want me to." Her words were a gentle growl, her body gravitating toward Regina's.

"And you can show me just how not slow you can be." The older woman smirked, the distance between them growing smaller. She quickly licked her lips, mocha eyes focused on the blonde's own.

Emma couldn't help but to react the same, her own emerald hues dropping to the tongue that slid across dark, luscious lips. "I'd love to."

"Then do it." She whispered in response, the words hitting Emma's wetted lips like the breeze that roared around them.

Emma didn't hesitate to accept the invitation and surged forward to meet those lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Pulling away, she breathed, their air mingling together for but a moment before she had dived in again to get a better taste. And boy did she.

Regina's lips were sweet and soft, the sensation of them against Emma's own was pure bliss. She moaned when they responded to the kiss, her breath growing ragged. The pleasant sensation sent a shock down her spine, forcing all the hairs on her body to stand on end.

It was the brunette's soft moan that had caused her lover's body to heat up instantly, the cool breeze no longer affecting her. She was hot and her body was responding to Regina the more the kiss had deepened into a fervent desperation that had Emma pushing the older woman back against the car. Her pelvis ground into Regina's in a need to relieve pressure that wouldn't get the attention that it needed and had only grown far more unbearable the more Regina had pressed desperately back.

"Emma…" She panted against the blonde's lips as she pulled away from the kiss momentarily, her eyes heavy with desire.

"Gina." Emma cupped the older woman's cheek as she moved forward to catch her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling and tugging at it as her fingers slid through the golden blonde curls.

"We should probably go…" Regina whispered breathlessly; those olive digits still tangled in Emma's hair while the other rested on her behind.

"Yeah… can't fuck against the car." Emma muttered unhappily, licking her lips. "Too bad, 'cause I would." She grinned, earning a salacious smirk from the brunette herself.

"No, no. We do need to go." Regina stated, though mostly to herself before she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Mm… damn. You taste so sweet."

"I know." Emma beamed self-righteously, her thumb stroking the brunette's cheek. "I ate some cupcakes that my moth-"

"So, is that how you plan on losing your migraine?" A voice different from Regina's had interrupted Emma's thought, causing her to freeze as if she were a deer caught in headlights.

Because that voice belonged to Ruby.

"Shit!" She quickly stepped away from Regina who had already released her ass, though had troubles untangling her fingers from the honey locks.

"My ring is stuck." The older woman panicked, tugging a bit more in desperation to get away, but that had only earned a pained protest from Emma.

"So… you got caught making out with the teacher. Damn, she was gay." The slender waitress was already behind Emma with Belle at her side. The blonde was thanking whatever force that her back was to her friend because she could see the smirk that she wore.

"Ruby, shut up." Emma hissed, trying to help Regina's ring get uncaught.

"Hah! It's free!" Emma pushed her lover's hand away, happier than hell to get that painful piece of metal out of her sensitive scalp. "How in the hell did that happen?" She stared at Regina who had gazed at her with confused look.

"I usually take them off." The older woman seemed to whisper.

"No. No. You're explaining this." Ruby interrupted once again, this time forcing Emma around to face her. Then she grinned, a laugh falling from her bright red lips. "Your cheeks are so pink!"

"Wha- No!" She quickly covered her cheeks and immediately felt the blood rising to the surface of her skin. "What the hell are you doing here, anyways?"

"You lied." That was Belle this time, her soft-spoken voice finally rising above. "And apparently to leave us and-"

"Screw the teacher." Ruby finished her girlfriend's sentence with her patented wolfish grin.

"Why the hell did you have to follow me?" Emma muttered, arms crossing over her chest.

"We wanted to see where you were going." Ruby elaborated, eyes falling to the teacher who was still pressed against the car. "And obviously not where we thought… or where you said."

"Now you know. Now you can leave us alone." Emma waved a hand in the air toward the older woman, who in return, had stared at her with a dubious look.

"Do you honestly believe that Ruby will just leave us alone in a situation like this?" Regina finally spoke up, her voice slightly hoarse. She finally moved from her spot to stand next to the blonde and in front of Ruby.

"See, even Ms. Mills knows that the hell goes on in my mind. Now, Em." She turned toward her friend with a sardonic look. "Explain me this: what the hell is going on? I mean, I knew you had a crush on her, but… What the hell?"

"Obviously, it's not a crush anymore. Okay? Done? Done." Emma hastily brushed her friend off.

"Fine. I won't bother you with it." Ruby mumbled, the smile vanishing from her face. Belle, on the other hand, remained curious as she gazed between the two lovers in front of her with a thoughtful expression.

"What?" Emma couldn't help but to notice Belle's curious blue gaze upon them.

"This couldn't have possibly just happened tonight." She quietly stated, eyes falling upon her former English teacher. "Could it?"

Regina stared at her former student, then turned her attention to Emma before sighing softly as she admitted the truth. "No, it hasn't. But you cannot tell anybody. At least not tonight."

"I never would." Belle took the oath, smile softly to Regina before bringing her attention to her friend. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because of how you reacted before. How the hell was I to know what you would do?" She narrowed her eyes for a moment, sighing.

"Nothing. We would have supported you, Emma. That's what friends are for, aren't they?"

"Yeah, girl. You can lesbian with your teacher. We don't care." Ruby smirked, causing her friend's cheeks to burn aflame. "Especially since she's hot."

"Ruby." Emma hissed, stepping forward to slap her friend's arm but was prevented from doing so by Regina.

"Emma, honey, no. Act like an adult. I do not wish to date a child." Regina quirked a brow at Emma, giving her that look. "Children do not get the adult things."

"But I like the adult things…" Emma muttered, giving her a playful pout. "I know, I know. I'm an adult. But Ruby brings out the kid in me because she pisses me off."

"So, I gather." Regina shifted her gaze from Emma to the other woman in question, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.

"Oh, this is disturbing." Ruby voiced her thoughts, eyes wide while she had listened to the prior conversation. "Maybe we should just go, Belle. Leave these two… secret lovers to their crazy ass 'adult things.'"

"Yes. You should." Emma readily agreed, waving off in the direction of the school. "Pretend you saw nothing."

But her comment was met with laughter as Ruby shook her head, clasping a hand to her back. There was something almost condescending about it. "How can I even attempt to forget this? Now if it's going to blab to people about it is your main concern, don't worry, we won't. We aren't that horrible."

"Good." Emma narrowed her eyes at Ruby, soon after shrugging her off to step away from the Benz. "Anyways, Ruby."

"Anyways, Emma." She smirked at the mockery of her blonde friend's words, eyes floating, once again, between the two. "We're leaving you and… Ms. Mills-"

"Her name is Regina." Emma interrupted, humming towards her lover.

"Regina. I know what her name is, smartass." Ruby still looked slightly perturbed, though, at the thought of the two associating. Emma wouldn't blame her. "I just want to know one last thing… How the fuck?"

"What happens in Boston, stays in Boston." Emma smirked, eyes hovering toward Regina, whose dark eyes grew black at the memories.

"Wait. Wait. Hold the phone." Ruby looked baffled at the statement, hands in front of her. "You two have been together since… then?" When Emma merely nodded, she gawked and remained quiet, as if the words had failed to leave her mouth.

"You lied. You didn't see Graham at all." Belle gasped, bright hues turning molten when she had realized just that.

"Actually, I did. We saw him just before we left."

It was Ruby this time that had spoken, regaining her lost voice. "So, he knows?"

"Yes, he does."

"Damn him!" She growled, having a small fit. "I hate it when people keep secrets from me."

"You don't need to know everything. It didn't hurt you before and now you know. Just be happy." Emma sighed softly, voicing her thoughts. But it was the cool breeze that had her falter, the night's air nipping at the exposed surfaces of her skin, forcing a shiver down her spine.

Thanks to that shiver, Regina had noticed her partner's state and inched closer to her with an extended arm that had immediately found its way around her waist. "Are you chilly, my love?"

"I'm alright." Emma mumbled her lie, despite the chill she still had. But she was given away as she remained still, not twitching a single muscle to move from the warmth of Regina's body.

She was alright.

Ruby made herself known from the mild interruption, coughing unsubtly at the two of them because she absolutely hated it when no one paid any attention to her. "Fine." She gritted through her teeth as if it were painful to say the word.

Emma brought her gaze up to the tall brunette, quirking a brow at the older girl. She merely stood there, eyes upon the two, letting her initial mood vanish and transform into a bright, cheerful smile. Even Belle had gazed strangely to Ruby as had the other two parties. That girl was bipolar if Emma hadn't seen it.

"I am happy. For you. I mean… You had this major crush on her and somehow you made it work. Like… What the hell?" Ruby blubbered out, stepping toward them in her tall, crimson heels. She dove forward without shame, engulfing the two of them in her arms. "Go be gay together, okay? We'll stay back and I'll text you later."

"Don't count on a response."

"…Or tomorrow."

Emma blinked and laughed, squeezing her with an arm as Regina had quite literally stood there as if she were a statue with features frozen in horror.

"Yeah. You do that. I think it's time to-"

"Get our asses home." Regina finished Emma's sentence and turned to open the driver's door of her car, face entirely flushed from Ruby's comments.

"Well!" The waitress laughed, moving once again to hug her friend with Belle joining in this time. Each wore a satisfied, yet equally as jovial, smile on their face. "Have fun, Em. Kay?"

"You too." She laughed, saying her goodbyes to the two of her best friends.

She soon after climbed into the Benz next to Regina, exhaling. "I wasn't expecting that."

"I suppose that is the consequence of being… naughty." She smirked, pulling from the curb.

"You wanted me to prove that I wasn't slow!" Emma's cheeks were burning at the memory.

The brunette hummed softly at the response, amusement lighting upon her features. "You did, and rather well, I might add." The palms of her hands slid over the smooth leather of the steering wheel as she turned the corner with the same saucy smirk that she had previous donned.

"Maybe you could exude a little of that quickness into your driving?" Emma's words were a playful song in the air, not holding long before the response was given by the roar of the engine. They were left taking off down the empty street at a speed that wasn't legal in this small town.

"Whoa, don't get yourself in trouble." Emma's eyes widened, but she couldn't help the joyous bubble of excitement tingling her being from head to toe.

She was met with a grin as the older woman turned down each street, tracing the path back to her house with the eagerness of a horny teenager. Really, this night wasn't just for the freshly graduated students, were they? "With my cat-like reflexes, we'll be alright." She jested, finally pulling onto their street.

Emma couldn't have been more relieved – in more ways than just one. Her heart pounded in her ears, a deafening sound that resonated when the engine was cut, and they were pulled to a safe stop. Her darkened eyes drew toward the brunette who merely offered her an expectant smirk.

"We're here." She nonchalantly stated, unlocking the doors to the Benz before she exited the vehicle with a gentle hum. "I mean, if you are comfortable with joining me in my humble abode?"

"Oh, it would only be my pleasure." Emma was battling the various ruffles of her dress by the time she joined Regina on the path toward the front door. The older woman chuckled at the younger one, helping her out by gently smoothing out the layered white material.

"You mustn't fret long over that dress. It will soon no longer be a problem." Regina stopped her grooming mannerisms to catch the blonde's gaze, her hand slowly pulling from the latter's being. A grin hooked onto her lips, drawing them up into a beautiful beam when Emma stopped suddenly in her fretful tracks. She blinked momentarily, a smile of her own soon carving her face.

"You are beautiful; you know that?" Regina breathed, the hand that had once groomed her young lover met a blushing cheek, cupping it as if it were a delicate white lily.

"Thanks…" She sheepishly replied. As if she knew how to reply to that without striking up a little tiff. "Y-You look… astonishing toni-"

"Shh…" Regina stopped the younger woman's compliment by pressing a finger to her lips. "Don't speak. Accept the compliment."

"Okay."

The generous nod given by Emma had her older counterpart chuckling softly, but that was short-lived as she silenced herself with a gentle kiss to the blonde's bewildered mouth. A gasp left her parted lips at the gesture, leaving her to lean in for another taste of those soft, sweet lips once again.

But she was met by air when the brunette pulled away, a key in hand. "We need to get inside, dear." Her hand fell away from Emma's cheek to clasp into the hand that idly remained by her side.

"Yeah…" Emma nodded quickly, eager once again to enter Regina's domain. The two of them were soon inside the cool foyer, left in the dark silence with nothing but their anxious breaths to fill it.

"Come." Regina tugged at Emma's hand, urging the younger woman to follow her through the darkness. She trusted the brunette in front of her as she was guided up the stairs, taking each slowly until they reached the landing and continued onward. Then they turned into a room that smelled strongly of Regina's spicy perfume.

Then Emma's senses were suddenly flooded by a bright light as the switch was flicked on by the other party. Blinking to get used to the new light, Emma could make out the room's familiar furnishings and the woman who had owned it. Regina stood beside her with an absent smile as if she were doing the same, staring at nothing in particular.

The only difference that Emma could point out was the new dressing on the bed, perfected to match the purple and white ruffles that she and Regina wore.

The bedspread was a violet waterfall of satin ruffles, matching the equally as elegant white satin pillows and rich sheets nearly hidden underneath them all. It almost felt a shame to ruin such a masterpiece.

"Do you like it?" Regina curiously inquired, chestnut eyes rising to meet with Emma's jade ones.

"I love it! It's like one of those magazine beds." Emma squeezed her girlfriend's hand before letting go of it, all too excited to test the mattress out. She rushed towards the bed and perched on the edge of it, immediately sliding off the slick surface. "Well…"

"Dear…" Regina laughed, stepping forward to help the teenager off the floor. Emma resembled something that of an angry bunny as she attempted to pick herself up, but to no avail when those heels prevented her from doing so. Kicking them off and far away from her, Emma finally managed to stand with a giggling brunette beside her.

It wasn't like she could stay angry bunny long, for she too joined in with a giggle of her own. "Sit on the bed fully," she noted to herself. "It's slippery."

"It tends to be like that, Emma." Regina chuckled softly. She held onto the younger woman's arms still, squeezing them slightly as if to keep her steady; and even when their laughter had died down, leaving the two of them to be caught by the one another's eyes.

Whenever that had happened, Emma couldn't help but to let that smile reach her eyes. What she saw in those dark hues was all that she ever needed. She felt as if all the questions she ever had would be answered by a simple look in those chestnut pools, warm with her soul's reflected emotions.

And it was a beautiful thing when that smile was returned to her. Regina's lips couldn't have curved any further if she were the Cheshire cat because she saw the same in Emma's own, the blonde was certain of it.

Oh, but dear, as she gazed into those eyes now, the emotion had transformed. It was once something tragically sweet and now it was defiled by the sudden desire of lust; and it was that lust that drew the two beings closer toward one another to share a magical kiss.

Emma moaned softly against her lover's lips as she sought out the older woman's hips, and when she did, she dug her fingers into the delicate flesh as her toes curled into themselves. This was something beautiful, she hummed her tune with Regina as their intimate moment was shared. The kiss grew more passionate, more devoted toward the original intent, leaving bruises on Emma's upper arms and no doubt to Regina's hips.

They gravitated toward each other, closer and closer until their beings met and moved as one, the kiss shared bringing them together in other means. It was frantic, but not sloppy, earning desperate groans as they fought to keep up with each other; hands drifting from their original spots to explore other grounds to root onto, unable to locate the perfect destination.

But then they ended up pulling away, Emma breaking the kiss first to gaze up at the brunette before her, eyes wide and eager. Regina nodded toward the bed where the blonde had immediately obeyed, carefully hopping onto the slick surface of the bedspread as she awaited her queen.

"You should join me." Emma smirked up at the brunette. Her entire body was bursting with new energy and staring at Regina who stood disheveled, lips swollen and pink, had only increased it tenfold.

The older woman grinned at the invitation and slowly padded toward her lover, each step a seductive sway that drew Emma in deeper. Her once bright, innocent eyes had turned dark and full of desire. Her body was just as responsive when Regina had occupied the space next to her, climbing onto the mattress on her knees.

It gave her height against Emma's slightly slouching form, and when the blonde had moved to straighten up to meet her, her face was lost between two olive hands; lips soon covered by those soft, enticing ones that had her moaning at the sweet sensation. She eagerly responded to the kiss, her lips sliding hungrily against the older woman's as they fueled the kindled fire that had already started to burn. The latter groaned against her lips, hands fervently searching the blonde's body as her own pressed hotly against Emma's.

Her insides were on fire, begging to relieve of the pressure that had her heart thumping and the erogenous zones of her body aching. The pressure that Regina had exerted by her own form did little for Emma, for she had merely responded with a pleased mewl and forced the brunette onto her back.

Their lips broke apart from the sudden change in position, the older woman underneath her lover gazed up with obsidian eyes and a salacious smirk on dark lips. Emma had silently flipped a leg over the brunette's, straddling her hips with hands planted down on either side of her head. She smirked, their silence working together to create a novel as they spoke with the emotions in their dynamic eyes.

Regina followed Emma's gaze; the untold commands soon fulfilled as she made the first moves by unzipping the pure white dress. The blonde watched on as she had peeled it away, heart thrumming against her chest bringing heat to her face. The ache between her thighs grew unbearable by the time the top of her dress was pooled around her waist with Regina already at the hooks of her bra.

"Why can't clothes just vanish?" She groaned to herself, attempting to help the older woman out of her own violet dress with no fruit to bear. Their position had proven rather difficult to do much with the clothing and had Emma growing more frustrated – both sexually and emotionally.

Regina had nodded at the comment, her fingers sliding up the pale palette of her young lover's back and toward her shoulders where those olive digits plucked at the straps. Emma growled softly and watched as the white scrap of material fell away, leaving her exposed.

She didn't mind the least bit and, instead, had taken advantage to shift into a different position. Her dress was easily removed by then as were her panties, in which she had impatiently ripped off before bringing the curious dark-haired woman down on top of her.

Regina chuckled at the younger woman's haste as she appeared to take things far more slowly. "You certainly are… fast, now, aren't you?

Regina's hand fell to Emma's cheek, cupping the soft surface. A smile as bright as the sun exploded on her face, leaving Emma to do the same, her heart squeezing in her chest.

"Gorgeous," she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against the corner of Emma's mouth, her hot and moist breath falling in steady wisps against the pale surface.

Emma continued to smile as her hands explored up the brunette's sides, seeking out the zipper of her dress. She slid the metal piece down, the sound of the teeth separating seemed loud in the otherwise quiet room. Regina purred, hips gyrating slightly as that dress fell away, already exposing the sensitive mounds on her chest.

"Along with the scarf, you seem to have forgotten your bra as well." Emma chuckled softly, a hand sliding from her lover's tawny shoulder to slide down the rounded flesh, cupping the globe as if it were fragile.

Regina moan softly, her back arching into the gentle touch. "Oh, gods, I need you more than I thought." She bit her lip, brown eyes disappearing behind their lids.

"I know," Emma growled softly, hands falling to her girlfriend's hips to urge the older woman up. Regina protested for a moment before realizing her current situation, dress still pooled around her waist, and made a move to take it off.

The ruffled outfit was on the ground before either of the two could blink and the teacher was completely nude as she settled back on Emma. The blonde had noticed the lack of undergarments, once again, her brows raising in surprise. She hadn't made a comment over the fact, instead, she wrapped her arms around Regina, their bare flesh pressed against one another.

Emma let out a soft grunt, the physical contact something that she had been waiting for. Something beautifully cruel as it weren't enough. The blonde hummed, wrapping her legs around the darker woman who lay between them, a pained look on her face as she attempted to grind against her with no relief.

A pale hand slid down the smooth flesh of Regina's back, landing on her rump as she lifted her head to press a light kiss to the full lips. Her hand squeezed when the sweet gesture was returned, though far from the innocence that it had intended to be.

Regina nipped and nibbled, tongue invading the blonde's mouth with great vigor as she slowly began to rock against Emma, the movements giving them a sweet friction that softened the sharp edges of their arousal.

Emma arched her back, fingers digging into the delicious, plump flesh of her lover's ass as the pleasure slowly increased. The nerves in her body grew more alert with each passing movement, coaxing the hairs on her body to stand on end.

Regina's breasts were sweet and soft, yet so miraculously hard as they brushed against her own sensitive chest, forcing her to arch even more as she attempted to exert more pressure.

"Oh," the blonde gasped sharply, the moan dissipating into her former teacher's mouth. It was met with Regina's own pleasured noises as an olive hand disappeared between their heated bodies. Emma gasped at the exploring fingers, her body responding erratically as they brushed over every sensitive part of her body. Over the excited pert of her chest to her ticklish sides and down the curve of them to land on her hip.

Emma merely whimpered, legs falling from around Regina's waist as the latter had that curious hand tease between them. The slender digits explored the slick folds, dipping tauntingly between them with a menacing smile. The younger woman's breath hitched at the long-awaited contact, her hips bucking up and grinding down in a desperate need for more. She murmured a plea, her entire body restless now as it was promised the relief it needed. Her own hands had encouraged, massaging her lover's backside as the other wrapped over her shoulder, short nails scratching against the tawny flesh.

This had, in fact, encouraged Regina, for she thrust two digits between the aching folds. Her body moved with them, forcing a sharp gasp to fall from Emma's lips as she desperately gyrated against each thrust that was given from the brunette.

"Regina," Emma grunted the older woman's name, her face burying into dark locks as she continued to ride those fingers desperately. The duo had turned into a trio soon enough as the brunette shifted, pumping those fingers deeper and harder.

"Do you like that?" She growled, her face glistening with a sheen of sweat and glowing with a spicy smile.

"Mm-hmm...!" Emma barely managed, nodding as she continued to grind up against those pleasing fingers, using Regina's shoulder as leverage to keep up with the set pace.

The brunette growled when her ass had been slapped, another encouragement for her continued pace. Her eyes only grew darker, the thrusts faster, and her own hips moving against Emma's thigh to put the edge off her growing arousal.

This only had Emma's moaning echo in the large bedroom. Her thigh had grown damper with each grind of her lover's hips, adding to the pressure building up within her loins.

Regina purred, a look of bliss on her face reflecting her young lover's as she felt the latter grow closer. Her thumb shifted to find the sweetest spot, brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves that had Emma seeing stars.

White exploded in the blonde's vision as she tipped over the edge, hips bucking into Regina's quick paced ones with a hearty cry. The older woman hadn't bothered to slow her pace as she helped ride that magical climax out.

"Fuck!" The word was a short shout when the blonde finally tumbled down that celestial mountain, her chest heaving, and her skin slick with sweat.

The two of them lay there, each breathless as they stared into each other's eyes. A pale smile met a crimson one as chestnut met forest.

And then Emma was on top of the older woman with a giant smirk on her lips. Regina looked beautiful with messy hair and a luscious smile. The older woman looked up at her, legs opening for the younger one as she silently pressed a path of kisses down her chest.

The brunette giggled softly, her fingers curling into thick, blonde curls. She squirmed slightly, moaning as Emma's journey hadn't stopped. Her lips caressed the olive flesh, venturing from the valley between her breasts dipping down across her stomach until she finalized her voyage to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Both moaned.

Emma inhaled the musky scent of her lover, the excitement building between her thighs already. She had been waiting for this for far too long, or so it seemed. Groaning softly to herself, the blonde dipped her head between her lover's thighs to get the long-desired taste of the soaked folds, greedily lapping up the sweet nectar.

"Emma!" Regina immediately cried, hips sliding forward to add the desired pressure. Emma didn't hesitate to explore, her tongue delving between the nether lips to seek out the pert little bud that had a sharp cry echo in the room.

Accomplished, she moved closer, her hands latching onto Regina's hips as she quickened her pace to earn more of the honeyed notes. It was a beautiful medley of musical pleasure when she had succeeded in that, the brunette's hips moving in time with each flick of the tongue.

"Yes! Please! I need to come!" The teacher pleaded, her fingers tangling and tugging desperately in those golden locks as she continued to shift wantonly against Emma's face.

Emma growled softly against her lover as her hair was tugged at once again by those olive digits that had weaved themselves in. It was nothing but pure desperation in the air, filled with cries and the heat of their love. Hips fringing against a tongue that aimed to please and teasing fingers that toyed with the sensitive folds below.

The teacher cried out as she attempted to add more pressure, her legs drifting further apart. "M-more!" A hand fell to the blonde's shoulder to squeeze, nails digging painfully into the hot, pale flesh.

Emma abided the request with a grunt, her head moving in time with her tongue as she carefully slid a single digit into her lover. And that had Regina's back arching off the bed, hands seeking solace in anything nearby as her peak hit hard and fast. She lay stiff, convulsing against the blonde's finger that helped ride out the heavenly heights.

And soon she fell, crashing back onto the mattress of reality. Her chest heaved to catch a breath as Emma pulled away from her position, licking her lips before wiping the rest of the moisture from her face. She had other plans for that raven-haired beauty.

Crawling slowly up the length of her lover's scrumptious form, she laid atop her heavily as she sought out the sultry lips awaiting her. Strong, tanned arms wrapped around her, pressing their nude flesh together in an intimate gesture even as Regina had turned onto her side with the blonde. Her legs curled around pale ones, entwining them as laces would on shoes.

Their intimate kiss ended soon after, leaving them to hold each other as if they were afraid of being separated. Their breaths mingled as one, eyes staring into each other's own.

"I love you," breathed the brunette, a single finger trailing from Emma's back to her face, petting it as if it were something so precious.

Emma's response wasn't too fast, nor too hesitant as she replied, eyes drooping as if she had gotten drunk off the loving caress. "I love you too, Gina."

Regina smiled at those five little words, her hand moving up the blonde's face to curl into those perfect golden locks, slightly damped with sweat. Emma gazed up at her, heart seeming to squeeze in her chest. Her grip tightened as she lay her head on the older woman's chest, a happy hum falling from her lips.

Life seemed so perfect.