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A week and a half until her classes began and Emma Swan was out partying with her best friends Lily and Ruby. They were at a popular lesbian club, drinking and dancing on the rare night all three of them got off work.
“That brunette has been eying you all night, Em,” Ruby says, shouting over the music right into Emma’s ear and nudging her towards the dance floor.
Emma looks over to see who her friend is talking about and sees a woman in a tight black dress that stops just below her ass with fuck-me heels on, swaying on the dance floor. Catching her eye, Emma winks and sees the other woman smirk in her direction, a slender hand coming up to crook a finger in a beckoning gesture.
“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Lily cackles in her other ear.
She does as her friends urge, her grin growing wider, as she approaches the woman who continues to sway off to the side of the dance floor. Seeing the smirk, still firmly in place, as the woman turns away, Emma steps up behind her, beginning to sway in time with her. She begins to grind back against Emma, reaching up over her shoulder to tangle a hand gently in unruly blonde curls.
“About time,” the woman says, voice a low purr.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Emma says in response, the words leaving her lips in a growl. She snakes a hand around to the woman’s front, splaying her hand over her stomach and pulling her tighter against her front. It’s more grinding then dancing at this point, Emma’s slim hands roving up and down the brunette’s sides.
The woman moans as Emma’s lips attach to her shoulder, sucking up and along her pulse point. Her hand tightens in Emma’s hair.
“Let’s get out of here,” Emma murmurs, breath whispering across her ear, causing her to shiver.
The brunette turns around and grips Emma’s forearms. “My place,” she says, pushing against Emma. Her tongue peeks out to play along Emma’s clavicle, shorter than Emma even in her heels.
Emma nods, chin bumping against the woman’s shoulder, to which she chuckles and takes Emma’s hand, beginning to lead her from the club. Emma shoots Ruby and Lily a quick thumbs up as she passes them, the other girls chuckling as she does so.
Emma lets herself get pulled into a cab, waiting by the curb. The woman is on her the minute the cab was moving, kissing along her neck and hand coming up to cup a breast.
“Wait,” Emma urges, gripping the hand at her breast to remove it. When she glances over and sees the woman pouting, a red painted bottom lip jutting out, Emma smirks. She places a hand on an exposed knee, beginning to slide it up until she’s playing with the hem of the black dress. “Believe me,” she husks, breath whispering down her neck, sending a shiver down the other woman’s spine. She tugs an earlobe between her teeth. “When I get you alone, I’ll have you bent over so fast you can barely breath.”
The woman moans low in her throat, eyes fluttering closed.
The cab pulls up in front of a decently sized house on a backstreet, and the two women get out. Emma is on her before it even pulls away, dragging her tongue up a long neck and allowing herself to be pulled towards the house.
When the woman finally gets the door open and Emma into her foyer, her back slams against the back of it. She groans as Emma’s hands skirt up the outside of her thighs, pushing the hem up to her hips.
She pushes Emma away briefly with a hand splayed against her chest and allows herself a moment to breathe as she takes in Emma’s flushed form. Emma’s hands haven’t left her hips but she takes a deep breath, pausing in her ministrations to get a good look at the other woman with concern in her eyes.
“Is something wrong?” She asks gently, voice shaking as she tries to even her breathing.
The woman smiles softly, shaking her head. “Regina,” she says.
Emma tilts her head, confused for a moment.
The brunette woman chuckles, fingers squeezing into Emma’s biceps to pull her closer. “That’s my name, dear. Now, what’s yours?”
She grins, leaning in and nuzzling just below Regina’s ear. Her breath causes a shiver down Regina’s spine as she whispers, “Emma.”
Emma presses an open-mouthed kiss to the side of her Regina’s neck before she continues, “Now, can I fuck you, Regina.” Emma’s left hand is already playing with the band on her lace panties while the right keeps her hip pinned to the door as she instinctively bucks when slim fingers graze across her heat.
Regina groans, nodding as she pulls Emma closer to her. She gasps when Emma wrenches herself away completely, both hands leaving her body.
Emma is smirking when Regina looks at her through glazed eyes. “You’ll be more comfortable on a bed,” she says simply, but her breath is coming in short puffs as she runs her gaze up and down Regina’s dishevelled form.
“It’s upstairs,” Regina says, voice throatier then she intended. Emma moves closer again and cups the back of Regina’s neck as she brings their mouths together. She stoops slightly to brace her legs as her hands move from Regina’s neck to squeeze at her ass and then moving lower to lift Regina up and wrap her legs around Emma’s waist. Their mouths don’t part until then, when Regina lets out another moan.
“Emma,” she groans as Emma’s lips attach once again to her pulse point.
Emma hums, the vibrations skittering across Regina’s skin. She moves to where she had caught a glimpse of the stairs.
When they finally make it to Regina’s bedroom, Emma tosses Regina onto the bed and strips out of her blouse and skin-tight jeans before joining the other woman. Regina yelps in surprise when Emma yanks her down under her, efficiently pulling her panties off in this one swoop of the movement.
Emma claims her mouth again, leaving the woman panting as Emma nestles herself between her legs. Regina opens her legs wider, wrapping one over Emma’s hip to find any type of friction where she needs it most. But Emma keeps herself balanced above her, not giving her what she wants until Regina is practically whining against her lips.
“Fingers okay,” Emma questions, dragging blunt fingers nails down Regina’s hips and thighs.
“Yes,” Regina hisses, eyes slamming shut, her own fingers digging into Emma’s shoulders. Both women gasp as Emma finally dips her finger against Regina’s center, finding her very wet. She teases against her entrance, finger barely dipping in before pulling out again. She does this twice more, watching Regina attempt to hold back a whine before she pulls her hand away completely. When Regina’s eyes snap open, irises almost completely black, she brings her index to her mouth, making a show of licking Regina’s essence off of her finger. She groans and chuckles when she hears Regina’s reciprocating noises.
“You taste divine,” she says, voice low.
“Later,” Regina hisses, pulling her back.
Emma smirks, kneeling over Regina once more. She brings one hand up to squeeze a breast between her fingers over the dress as her other hand pushes the dress even further up Regina’s body to get a better unrestricted view.
“Emma,” Regina says, trying to focus Emma’s attention where she needs it.
“Tell me what you want,” Emma says, fingers teasing between Regina’s folds again, and still fondling her breast.
Regina groans, hips pushing against Emma’s hand. “Inside, I need your fingers inside—“
She can’t finish her sentence because before she does, Emma’s sheathing two fingers inside her with little preamble. She moans, low in her throat, the movement jolting her, tingles of need aching in her toes. “Move,” she demands of still fingers.
Emma’s mouth latches to her clavicle, sucking on the skin there as she removes her fingers and pushes back in just as slowly.
“Em—“ she breathes, a mewl leaving her parted mouth when Emma snaps her wrist roughly, pumping into Regina now in quick strokes.
“Is this how you like it, Regina? Do you want it rough? You want another finger?” She asks, using her own hips to give her leverage.
She pulls out and waits for Regina’s breathless nod before she uses three fingers to push back in. Regina keens, low in her throat, fingers scratching down Emma’s back. “Faster,” she says, clutching Emma to her.
Emma grunts and begins pumping her fingers faster. She moves her thumb to stroke Regina’s clit on the upward stroke, making deliberate circles against it.
Regina moans again, back arching up against Emma.
Emma kisses up a tense jawline, nipping just below Regina’s ear, Regina’s moan loud in her own.
Regina’s breath quickens, and Emma knows she’s close. Her mouth moves from where she’s nibbling at Regina’s earlobe to scrape her teeth across her pulse point.
When she orgasms, Emma feels the wetness against her fingers and Regina’s arms and legs tightening around her.
Emma continues pumping her hand until Regina relaxes against the bed, breathing slowing down. She slowly pulls out of Regina and sits back on her heels, the absence of her body heat causing Regina to shiver.
She wipes at her sweaty forehead and waits for Regina to say something.
“Well done, dear,” is what Regina finally says.
Emma snorts, shaking out her curls and lifts her hand, which had been inside Regina, to her mouth.
Regina catches her wrist before she can do so, sitting up quickly and slowly bringing Emma’s fingers to her own mouth, slim fingers disappearing between plump red-painted lips. Emma moans, feeling Regina’s tongue flick against her fingers.
“Your turn now, Em-ma,” she drawls, laying back again, dark hair sprawling against the white pillow case under her head. She beckons, two fingers crooking to get Emma to move.
Emma does, leaning over to capture Regina’s mouth with her own, tasting Regina against her lips. “Higher,” Regina purrs when their lips part again.
Emma’s eyes light up when she realizes what Regina wants from her and climbs carefully up Regina’s body until her knees rest carefully on either side of Regina’s head.
Regina hums and wraps her arms around Emma’s thighs to pull her down. She licks Emma thoroughly, poking her tongue into her entrance and causing Emma to gasp.
It doesn’t take long for Emma to cum and she collapses boneless by Regina’s side. “You’re pretty good,” Emma says, chuckling as Regina turns to her. “We should do this again.”
Regina sits up, leaning over Emma to open and reach into a drawer in the nightstand. She pulls out a strap on and grins down at Emma. “Know how to use one of these?”
Emma nods and slides out from under Regina to slide into the straps. Regina moves to go lay down on her back again but Emma shakes her head and pulls Regina up so she’s standing in front of her. Emma captures Regina’s lips with her own, trailing soft kisses up Regina’s jaw until her breath hits her ear. “I did promise to bend you over, didn’t I?”
Regina groans in response, allowing herself to be manhandled and turned before Emma’s hand at the nap of her neck bends her over, her back arching. Emma drags a hand down Regina’s back before she grips the long and slim purple dildo which rests between her legs. She uses the head to nestle against Regina’s entrance and slowly pushes inside Regina, burying herself to the hilt before she stops to take a breath. She leans over Regina, weight resting comfortably against Regina’s back and presses a kiss to her shoulder blade.
“You okay?” She says softly.
Regina nods, fingers curling into the sheets of her bed.
“I’m going to need words.”
“Yes,” Regina says, breathless. “Just go slow at first.”
“I will,” Emma says, finally pulling her hip back inch by inch, and slowly sinking back in. She keeps this slow, steady pace for a few moments before Regina reaches back and grasps Emma’s hip to get her to move faster.
She snaps her hips a few times in quick hard thrusts and Regina moans, low in her throat, head resting between her hands which have fisted the bed sheets as Emma has sped up.
“Fuck,” comes out so low Emma almost misses it. She, however, doesn’t say anything and continues to move her hips faster.
Regina let’s out a throaty noise that has Emma groaning as her next movement to push inside Regina is met with tight walls against the strap-on. Emma pumps her hips a few more times before Regina collapses on the bed. Emma pulls away, undoing the straps and placing it on the floor.
She helps Regina move up to her pillow and wraps and arm around her, Regina mumbling sleepily against her chest. Emma hushes her, carding her fingers through long, dark hair.
“It’s okay, you can sleep,” Emma says, but Regina’s breathing had already slowed. Emma chuckles, low enough to not wake Regina.
She waits a half an hour, fighting against her own sleep-heavy eye-lids, to slip out from Regina’s hold on her. Regina murmurs in her sleep, but quiets when Emma pulls the blanket up over her sweaty body.
Emma grabs her clothes from the floor and sneaks out of the room. She slips into her jeans and blouse, pausing only briefly to leave a short note by the telephone on the table in the foyer, before she slips out with a final glance into the quiet house.
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She arrives home to her small apartment an hour later by bus.
“Emma,” Neal’s voice calls from the living room, startling her slightly.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“You’re home early,” he says, chuckling.
Emma walks around the corner and leans against the wall as she takes in the man on her couch. “Wore her out, she fell asleep.”
He watches her with narrowed eyes as she sighs. “What’s wrong?” Is what he finally says.
She shakes her head. “It’s nothing.” She pushes off the wall to collapse onto the couch beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. He pats her knee gently. “Henry go to sleep okay?”
“Out like a light.”
She smiles. “We did good with him, I think,” she says, voice barely a whisper.
“We did,” he says, nodding. “Now, you stink. You should go shower.”
Emma swats at his shoulder but drags herself up. “Whatever,” she says, grinning. “At least I got laid.”
He tosses one of the couch pillows at her as she darts across the living room to the hall that leads to the bathroom and bedrooms. She peaks in to check on Henry, seeing the young boy sleeping, curled tightly around his stuffed bear. She smiles while shutting the door and goes to shower, needing to wash off the long day.
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Emma’s go-to baby-sitter is sick on her first day of classes. Which means she needs to bring her three year old son to class with her. It’s seven o’clock in the morning and she emails her professors, she only has two classes on Wednesdays, and figures it should be a problem.
Her English professor, Mrs. French, writes back almost immediately, agreeing to allow the child in the class.
Her second professor, a Doctor R. Mills doesn’t respond until she’s halfway through her English lecture.
From: RMills
To: ESwan7840
Miss Swan,
As long as your son is quiet enough for me to teach my class there should be nothing wrong with him attending with you. If you have any questions or concerns regarding the class let me know.
Dr. R. Mills
Emma breathes out a sigh in relief and begins to pack up her textbook as her lecture comes to an end. She slings her back pack over her shoulder and picks Henry up.
“Auntie Ruby now, mama?” He says, squeezing her cheeks between his hands.
“Yes, Henry,” she says, smiling as his eyes light up. “We’re going to meet her now.”
He claps his hands and warps his arms around her neck, equaling into her ear.
Emma makes her way from the lecture hall, ignoring the stares from her classmates as she passes with her son.
She’s barely halfway down the hallway when Henry catches sight of Ruby and squeals again, wiggling to get down from her arms. She let’s him down gently and watches with a smile as he runs towards Ruby. Ruby bends down to allow him to to barrel into her arms.
She swoops him up and he laughs. “Hi, buddy,” she says, tickling his stomach.
Emma approaches the two and Ruby turns to her, eyes light and warm. You ready for our law lecture with Doctor Evil?”
Emma swats at her shoulder. “You don’t know how she’s going to be. Plus, she can’t be that bad. She agreed to let me bring Henry.”
“Maybe she just has a soft spot for children,” Ruby says, tickling Henry once more.
His laughter lasts all the way until their lecture hall and then he falls silent as his mother takes him from Ruby’s arms. He can sense her nerves as she walks into the class and avoids eye contact with the front of the room.
Once the three of them are settled into a few seats at the side of the lecture hall, Ruby looks towards the front of the room as the sound of heels echo in the now silent room. “Well at least she will be something to look at,” she says, eyes tracking their professor’s movements.
Emma hums in response as she hands Henry his colouring book, a snack and juice box. Emma finally sits back in her seat and turns to Ruby. “She’s our prof, Rubes.”
“You’ve never been one to turn down a hot woman, Em,” Ruby says. “Look.”
Emma lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes, but turns to look at the front of the room. She gasps, mid-sigh, which turns into a coughing fit.
Ruby hits her back gently. “What is wrong with you?”
Emma slides down in her seat, so the front of the room can’t see her and winces as Ruby gapes at her.
“Emma?”
“She’s… that’s…”
“Spit it out, woman,” Ruby says, smirking.
Emma glares. “You remember when we went out for drinks?”
Ruby nods and motions for Emma to continue.
“Like always, you and Lily were wasted, I’d only had one or two.”
“Get to the point, Em.”
Emma sighs, dragging a hand down her face. “I hooked up with someone that night-“
“I know that part,” Ruby says, interrupting.
“Do you want to know or not?”
Ruby holds up her hands in a placating gesture. “Sorry.”
“She’s the woman I hooked up with,” Emma says, voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh my God!” Ruby practically shouts. She draws the attention of a few other students and the professor and Emma turns beet red, sliding down even further as she hisses, “shut up!”
“That’s not a nice word, mama,” Henry says.
“I’m sorry, kiddo,” she says, sitting up to press a kiss to his temple. “Go back to your colouring.”
Emma sits back in her seat and sees Ruby grinning at her. “what?”
“You hooked up with our professor, what a fucking legend.”
“It was before I even knew who she was,” Emma says.
Ruby smirks. “Well, was she any good?”
Emma scoffs and folds her arms, looking to the front of the room. She makes eye contact with the dark haired woman standing by the podium accidentally and sees her flush bright red. The blush spreading down her chest, drawing Emma’s eyes towards it.
Regina clears her throat to draw the classes attention to her.
“Good afternoon, class. Welcome to Law 312…” she says, beginning her lecture.
As soon as it’s done, Emma turns to Ruby. “Can you take Henry for a minuteI will meet you outside, we can grab dinner before our night shift.”
“Alright,” Ruby says with a wink. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
Emma frowns, but hands Henry over.
“C’mon, Hen, mama’s got to go talk to the pretty teacher.”
Henry and Ruby wave goodbye to Emma and step from the classroom. By the time she sees them disappear the lecture hall is mostly empty. There are only a few student sticking around to talk to Regina.
Regina makes eye contact with Emma again, but quickly averts her eyes and goes back to speaking to the student in front of her. Finally, she’s alone, and Emma approaches carefully, adjusting the shoulder strap on her back pack.
“Do you have a minute to talk?” Emma says.
“I have a class in twenty minutes,” Regina says, and Emma shivers. Before Emma can say anything else, Regina stops shuffling the papers in front of her and looks Emma dead in the eye. “You are E. Swan? I saw your son here.”
Emma nods, and glances at the door. “Yeah, his name’s Henry. I had him when I was twenty-one.”
“How old are you?” Regina says.
“Twenty-four, and don’t worry, Regina. I won’t say anything. What happened between us won’t be used against you in anyway. I would never do that.”
Regina nods. “Thank you.” She glances down at her papers and sets them aside. She clears her throat and licks at her red-painted lips. “I, I had a good time, that night. However, due to this development,” she says, gesturing between them, “you understand it can never happen again.”
Emma nods slowly, watching as Regina’s lips twitch at the corners. She smirks and leans forward against the podium, pulling Regina’s attention to her once more. “It does suck though, I’d say we had a pretty good night.”
Regina frowns in response, opening her mouth to reply, but is cut off by the door opening and small feet come padding in.
“Mama, I’m hungry,” Henry says, and Emma knows he’s telling the truth because he has begun to whine.
She holds out her arms to him, glancing at Regina and seeing that her eyes had softened. “I know, kiddo. Come say hello and then we can stop at Granny’s.”
He looks to Regina, sees her smile, and buries his face against his mother’s shoulder. “Hi,” he says softly.
“Hello, Henry.”
“Well, we’d better be going. Thank you for speaking with me, professor, but I have to get my little prince here fed before he turns into a terrible dragon,” Emma says, tickling Henry’s stomach.
He giggles and bats his long lashes. “Bye,” he says, when they begin to walk away.
“See you in class, Miss Swan,” Regina says, calling out to Emma when she’s just reached the door.
“See you in class, Regina.”
Emma doesn’t know why she has such a heavy heart when she say this, but she’ll be damned if she let’s that incredible woman walk away because of such a minor inconvenience.