Written for Swan Queen Week.

Summary: Based on the movie Loving Annabelle. Emma and Regina meet ten years after Emma's parents had caught them in bed… on campus… Regina is her teacher again. Will this time things be different?

Diclaimer: I don't Ouat or Loving Annabelle. Just borrowing them for fun.

Rating T but if people want I can always change it to M.

Enjoy and share your feels!

Loving someone is supposed to be beautiful thing. The feeling of being in love should be shared with everyone because love is the most intense and cherished feeling in the world.

Right?

Wrong, Emma sighed and leaned back further in her chair.

Loving someone meant stolen glances, forbidden touches, putting down any fires that might have been burning inside of you.

All of these instances surmounting until you simply explode.

"The class is over, Ms. Swan." The, all too familiar, low and husky voice interrupted Emma's train of thought.

Her green eyes scanned the auditorium. Empty. Everyone was gone. Which meant that it is was only Emma and HER.

She slowly rose from the chair picking up her bag and throwing it over her right shoulder. She hadn't even taken out a notebook.

Her heat pounded faster with each step she took as she descended the stairs.

Finally, after what felt forever she was at the bottom staring straight into Regina's brown eyes.

Dammit, she had been thinking through the whole class. She missed it.

"I have to lock the room since it's my last class for the day," which sounded more like an apology.

Have Regina been staring her this whole time? Was it invitation to rekindle the old flame?

I'm dreaming, Emma deduced.

"Did I hold you up?"

"No. I just packed." Regina motioned to her bag.

She took the laptop case and her purse and waved her hand. A gesture that brought forward so many good memories for both of them.

They both blushed at that and Emma headed to the exit followed by Regina who was looking at her jeans-clad ass.

Some things never change, she mused.

The two women walked out of the auditorium side by side and damn it felt like the old times. Like ten years ago when Emma was fifteen and Regina was twenty seven. When Regina was Emma's English teacher in the catholic boarding school.

When Regina fell in love with Emma and Emma fell in love with Regina.

"So how is life now?" Emma asked grabbing her bag with a little more force than necessary. The walk to the parking lot was around two and a half minute, so she had to use it wisely.

Regina was walking beside her, a black trench coat hugging her frame. Underneath it Emma had spotted a burgundy mid-thigh dress.

Was she going on a date? Emma's mind just caught up with the information.

"Pretty good. I am professor, as you know. Everyone here in the campus respects me." Regina shrugged her shoulders and looked over to Emma. "What about you?"

"Well..." Emma cleared her throat. "I'm studying English, as you know."

Laugh irrupted in their bellies and Emma could help but feel nostalgic.

"Congratulation on the win by the way," Regina said panting.

"Yeah... Well, the perfect family always wins all the elections," Emma mocked her own family.

Mary Margaret and David Nolan were 'The embodiment of Snow White and Prince Charming' according to Times. They were both into politics from an early age and they had even met at one of the party's gatherings. Of course being Republican meant that you had 'traditional' family values and held on to them like they air, which was funny considering how suffocating they were.

"Sadly it wins over everything." Regina looked away from Emma.

They had just reached the parking lot.

"Where is your car?" Emma asked eagerly.

She didn't want to say goodbye to Regina yet.

This was the first time they have seen each other in ten years. It was a shocker for Emma to enter her first English class for this semester and find out their teacher Miss Hopper had killed herself. The Cat Lady, as she was known throughout the campus, had hanged herself in the middle of her living room to be found by her three cats. Of course the other English teacher in the campus had to be Regina.

Fate had sense of humor.

"Over there." Regina pointed out to her car.

"Seriously." Emma froze at her spot.

"Close your mouth, dear."

Emma tried. She really did. But failed miserably.

Because parked before her, proudly, regally, the same old Mercedes Benz that had witnessed their moments of passion quite often.

"This is my stop," Regina announced while taking her keys out of the purse and opening the passenger's seat to put the bag and purse on it.

"Yeah," Emma almost yelped getting out of her trance. The memories of what they used to do in that car sent a jolt of arousal to her core.

"Well, I hope tomorrow you will pay more attention to the class instead of my assets."

"One can dream."

"Emma..." Regina started knowing all too well that Emma was talking about her. They both knew Emma would never stop ogling her. Nor would she.

"I know." Emma lifted her hands in defeat. "I know. Inappropriate. Been there, done that." She said with annoyance.

Regina felt bad for schooling Emma, and it felt so natural and so easy to slip into their old ways. Stopping things with Emma ten years ago was for her protection. She knew how much it hurt Emma every time but she also knew it was for the best, but public displays of their affections might have caused more issues than being caught did.

Schooling her now was about... habit.

"Well... until tomorrow." Regina smiled and went around the car to get into the driver's side. Turning the ignition on she expected to hear the roar of the engine but nothing came from underneath the hood. "Oh, no." She winced at the situation. "No, no, no." Her face all wrinkled from not believing what is happening.

"Open the hood?"

She heard Emma asking from afar.

She did as she was told. She pushed the button located on the right side of her seat and the hood's opening mechanism clicked.

Emma was there... searching, while Regina's heartbeat increased with every second. She shouldn't feel this way. Not after ten years apart, but according to the heart it wasn't like any time had pass at all. According to her heart it was just yesterday when Emma played with the chain on her neck, while they were in the dim library. When they had found each other in the middle of another sleepless night. When Emma had leaned forward getting impossibly close to her and licked her lips staring at full red ones with desire. When Regina had turned her head and cleared her suddenly dry throat.

"Your battery is almost dead." The voice was now close to her. Too close for her liking.

Regina turned her head to the left only to meet green eyes gazing at her with the same desire as that night. She gulped. And they were focused on her lips. Her heart stopped. The infamous all-knowing smirk had appeared on Emma's face and Regina hated herself for reacting the way she did. Her heart dropped into her stomach waking up the butterflies.

"My what?" Regina mumbled, cursing her response, or lack of such.

"Call your road assistance company and I'll drive you home." Emma prompted her like it wasn't a big deal. "Sadly I don't have charger that will fit on your battery." She shrugged.

"Since when did you become a car expert?"

"Since I've been free from the driver?"

"How did you manage it?"

Emma said and couldn't help but wince at the memory. She had married Neal Gold, son of the one of the most respected lawyers in L.A. Of course an heir was expected and Emma delivered a beautiful baby boy who they named Henry. Emma fought tooth and nail for the name. She loved that name for some reason and finally everyone gave in to her. The boy was now five years old and already seemed like an expert on life.

Regina stared at the parked cars ahead. Emma closed the hood but she didn't hear it. "I should..."

"Yeah..." Emma snapped her thoughts, straightened her posture and hooked her thumbs in the back pocket of her jeans. "I'll go and get my car."

Watching Emma walking away reminded Regina of the old time. Sadness and regret took over her. And also a hint other longing. Longing for those private moments that made her life pure heaven. Those moments that made the danger even more thrilling.

It was all worth it in Regina's mind.

She took the phone and called her road assistance.

In that time a slick black Porsche Panamera pulled up. One of its tinted windows rolled down revealing the smiling blonde.

"Beauty." Regina complemented the car.

"Right? I bought it five years ago." Emma smiled. "What did they say?"

"They'll come in about an hour."

Emma threw a quick glance at the clock. 6 PM and an hour in Regina's presence before the mechanics come. Fuck. She grabbed the steering wheel harder, her skin rubbing against the leather. She looked over to Regina and her breath hitched.

Regina was closing the door of her car and going around the Porsche to sit in Emma's passenger's seat.

Emma gulped. She hasn't been that close to Regina in a long time. Too long. And she wasn't sure if she could behave. She never really was able to, so why start now. There was no reason in her mind to be modest now, ten years after their affair had been exposed.

Regina sat in the seat, reveling in the feeling of the back of her thighs sliding against the cold leather. The quality of it was exquisite. No doubt about it. Emma had always had great taste about expensive things and that showed in her designer jeans, jacket and even her backpack.

"I'm sorry for what happened to Neal." She wasn't really because, frankly, she didn't care about him at all.

"Yeah... Well, that's life, you know." Emma tilted her head to the right facing the woman next to her. "Why did you bring him up?"

"I..."

"Regina, he meant nothing to me. He still doesn't." Emma reassured her.

"No, Emma..."

"The only one that mattered and still does is you." Emma blurted out the truth not giving a fuck about the consequences.

Well, that escalated quickly, Regina thought, shaking her head.

"What? It's true, Regina." Emma thought the other woman didn't believe her and wanted to assure her before it's too late.

"No, it's not that." Regina placed her hand over Emma's which was resting on the gear-lever. She laced their hands and saw Emma begin to smile.

God, it felt so good to be able to do it again.

"I know your feelings and I believe in them. I always have. Some things never change, Emma."

"Like my parents, and how they are still demanding perfection in a world when everyone is a sinner one way or another."

"Plus, I'm still your teacher."

"At least we have had some progress." Emma's lips curled up in half smile. "At least the underage thing is out now."

They both laughed, but a silence overcame them as they realized the seriousness of the situation.

"This is our administrative hall," Regina was walking down the corridor as Emma was trying to keep up with her while taking in her surroundings. "The cafeteria and offices are here. Senior dorm rooms are upstairs. And your classes are up the hill in the other building."

The catholic boarding school was the polite way to be abandoned, Emma mused as she took in the scenery. Though the school was nice and so far the academics seemed okay, that couldn't erase the feeling of being put aside for the greater good of the party.

Regina spun on her heels and it was the first time Emma had the chance to really look at her. She was young and fresh, just out of college. Dressed in skirt and blazer. So teacher like. Her eyes were full with hope and young Emma found it thrilling. She swore, right then and there, that she would do anything to please this teacher. Because she was the only one that looked at her with respect and not fear. Fear caused by the political positions of her parents.

And as time rolled, Regina continued to do just that and Emma gave her hundred percent of her abilities. What started out as young teacher inspiring one of her students to do their best soon turned into a friendship between two women who had never had anyone to share with. Two women that slowly but steadily became closer and closer. The two women understood each other.

"You can't just expect me to jump on the old wagon so easily, Emma." Regina whispered breaking the silence.

"Why?" Emma asked sounding every little bit of her fifteen year old self.

"Because you have a child." Regina turned to face the other woman

"Yeah. I was there when Henry was born." Emma snorted. "I remember the pain that my body was going through. I also remember Neal holding my hand and whispering some touchy-feely things in my ears but all I wanted was for you to be there. All I wanted was for you to hold my hand and encourage me to push."

Emma stopped and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. She shouldn't have said anything. This was her little secret and damn was Regina Mills for her ability to take it out so easily.

Her eyes were focused on the empty parking lot ahead unable to stop the tears streaming down her cheek.

She nearly jumped when a single warm finger caressed her cheek and then wiped the tears on her right side. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

A sharp pang ran through her chest as she faced Regina.

Their eyes were red, vision blurred from the tears.

"We can't do this." Regina mumbled between the sobs as her free hand wiped her own tears.

"Why? We're not doing anything wrong." Emma used the same line as before for her feelings stayed unaltered.

"They still have the tape."

The reality of object in question crushed over Emma nearly knocking the air from her lungs. "What?" She breathed.

"Your mother made sure I know she still has it."

Some things never change, Emma thought.

A/N: The second chapter will focus more on what happened ten years ago. Coz I really want to rewrite some of the scenes with Emma and Regina in them.

But why is the first one? Good? Bad? No need for second?