Teacher's Pet (OUAT)

Chapter Eleven

Whatever was happening between the two would just not be fair for Regina, because Emma felt as if she couldn't give her all of what she deserved. The blonde had received very little love within her lifetime and had given out even less. It was a strange concept to love someone. She never knew what it was supposed to feel like- and if these feelings that she did have for the brunette were just that... Boy, was she just terrified.

"Emma, honey, it's almost nine-thirty. Do you know when you have to be back?" Regina's husky voice broke the silence, which had been so very comfortable for Emma since she was easily lost in thought. Did she really hope that the brunette hadn't gotten bored as her mind wandered aimlessly.

"Mary Margaret usually prefers it if I were home before ten. So, I suppose I should get going..." Emma frowned.

"I'll take you back, dear." Regina stated, pulling Emma close against her side and the blonde had assumed this was a hug, for she squeezed right back.

"Thank you, Regina, but I don't want to inconvenience you." And there was that ever modest Emma shining through.

The brunette quirked a brow and eyed her wryly before standing up with Emma still attached to her hip. "I'm taking you home and that's final, Emma. I do not want you to walk around on the streets alone at this time of night. It can be quite dangerous, even if this is a small town. Bad things can still happen. The sheriff is your father, correct? He should know."

"I know..." Emma mock pouted. "I'll go with you, Ms. Mills."

Both of her eyebrows rose this time in perfectly manicured arches. "I thought you've taken habit of addressing me by my first name, Ms. Swan." Although her voice was monotonous, the amused smile on her face had given away her perspective. Emma smirked.

"Well, you are my teacher after all."

"Don't remind me." Regina mumbled, flicking a blonde lock away from Emma's face. "I'd really rather not think about such details for a while."

"I'm... sorry. I..."

Emma frowned, her brows knitted together. She hadn't realized that Regina didn't like that thought, and it was going to be quite a strange thing, considering that Emma had her class. Every day would be a reminder to the two of them that they were in a forbidden relationship. That they were a teacher and a student.

Although, the thought did thrill Emma to a certain extent. She entertained the fact that she was dating her teacher. She was able to see behind the usual professional mask and know more about the teacher than anyone else would ever dream. The blonde was able to see Regina in the more intimate moments that no one else would ever experience. It was a thrilling thought, and when she sat in the back of the English instructor's classroom, she felt so special for once in her life. She felt so special that the Ms. Mills had chosen her.

"It's fine, dear. We have to face the harsh reality of it some time." Her voice had now taken a solemn tone and the usual joyful spark in those whisky orbs had died.

"I wish we could live obliviously and not have to worry." Emma nibbled on her lower lip. The two of them had started moving towards the front door now and it wasn't until they had reached the Mercedes did Emma realize she had left her bag in the car. "But then that would mean that everyone else would have to be blind, too."

"Indeed it does, my dear." Regina sighed as she slid into the driver's seat of the vehicle. She then proceeded to fasten her seat belt and start up the Mercedes before pulling out of the driveway and onto the paved street.

"Do you regret it?" The blonde finally asked after a few moments of silence.

"Regret what?"

"Liking me." The blonde said quietly. "I know it's been like, what, one day? Well, since we confessed to each other... But... What I mean is that do you regret liking me because you could be liking someone else that wouldn't be so off limits to you? You could be liking someone that you could go on real dates with to real places instead of having to hide. You could actually have a chance if... I don't want to take your happiness away by forcing you to conceal your feelings so the outside world wouldn't know of them."