AN: This is just a short little one short for my beautiful Queen Sammie. ( ). A friendly competition of giving each other gifts. I hope you enjoy this love. I had a blast writing it for you. Expect more to come my Queen. You're going down ;)

The heavy wood door slowly swung open in front of the young blonde woman. The barest of touches to the handle had it swiftly clicking open. This was the fourth time this week she found herself standing in front of Principal Mill's secretary. This time though, she had been summoned. She didn't think she'd done anything wrong, but it was hard to tell with the way she acted most days.

Not even bothering to look away from whatever it was she was typing Kathryn pointed to seat next to the closed glass door. The embossed name plate reading Principal and glinting in the early afternoon sun. "Take a seat Emma, I will let her know you are here shortly."

Taking a deep breath Emma sat slowly. Contemplating making a break for the door and running as far, and as fast as she could. Before she could make that a reality though, her phone buzzed in her back pocket.

Principal M.I.L.F: If you so much as think about running out of this office, I will hunt you down and your punishment will be much more severe, dear.

Rolling green eyes looked at the screen of her phone. Contemplating her response.

Me: You may as well be prepared, already contemplating it. Besides with those 'fuck-me' heels, I'd outrun you before you even got fully out of your office.

Hearing a chuckle through the closed door, Emma smirked to herself. Taking her backpack off her back, she sat it at her feet. Unzipping it, she pulled out her notebook and pencil. Black framed glasses sliding down her nose. Fixing them, she sit up again before flipping to her newest story. Reading through the paragraphs she's already written, Emma begins to fill in the blanks. The short story coming together quickly in her mind.

Time seems to speed up, lost in thought as she is. She's startled almost an hour later when the office door opens and Principle Mill's herself steps out. She doesn't spare the blonde a glance, instead she focuses on her secretary. "Kathryn dear, why don't you take lunch now. I'll deal with Miss. Swan now."

"Of course, Principle Mills. Thank You." Kathryn says with a genuine smile towards her friend. Having grown up together the two older women were close. The best of friends. "Would you like me to bring you something back Reg?"

"No thank you Kat," Regina smiled. "I brought lunch with me today."

Nodding the older blonde collected her purse, "Would you like something Emma?"

Swallowing thicky, Emma blushed from the sudden attention. "No thank you." She whispered shyly. Earning a chuckle from Kathryn."

"She's too cute," Kathryn cooed before leaving the office, leaving the older brunette alone with Emma.

There was an amused chuckle, before a curt 'come along dear'. Emma hastened to follow. Shoving her things back into her bag before the glass door could be closed in her face. When Emma looked up from zipping her bag closed, Principle Mills was sitting on top of her desk. One leg crossed over the other. The pencil skirt she was wearing leaving a tantalizing view of olive toned thighs. Not being able to look anywhere but that, Emma found herself tripping over her own two feet.

Ignoring the embarrassed flush creeping across pale cheeks, Regina pointed to the chair in front of her. "Please take a seat."

Promptly doing as told, Emma once again set her bag at her feet. Keeping her head bowed and waiting for the reprimand she knew was about to start.

"You have been in my office three times this week alone. It's only Thursday. Why are you always getting in trouble and being sent to my office, Miss Swan?"

Feeling her blush deepen, Emma bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders. Not wanting to admit the real reason as to why she has been acting out at school. She may be 18 but she was no fool to actually think that Principle Mills would appreciate the reason why she was being sent to her office nearly every day for the past 2 years. They were on a first name basis with each other half the time. Emma had been given permission to do so, so long as she quiet being sent to her office so much.

"Emma," It was spoken in a soft voice. Laced with fondness. "Look at me dear." Regina implored. When she was finally graced with the beautiful features she'd come to adore, Regina leaned forward just a little bit. "Tell me what's going on. Why does this keep happening?"

Being used to seeing the blonde nearly everyday, Regina knew this was something else entirely different. She was hoping that it was the same as what she was thinking, dare she even say hoping for. She'd noticed Emma Swan the morning she'd greeted the students of the school with a quick lecture, when she'd become Principle nearly 3 years ago now. She'd been standing in front of the stage. Pacing back and forth as she talked about herself, and what her hopes for the school were. Emma had been sitting in the front row, the last seat, in one of the darker parts of the room. She'd had the same notebook open, it looked as though she was doodling as she waited for the boring lady to quit speaking.

A few days later, Kathryn had buzzed and told her that Emma Swan was waiting to be seen by her. She was just getting off the phone with the teacher who had sent the student to her. Telling Kathryn to send her in, she had been surprised to see the young blonde again so soon. She had been even more surprised when she had asked what Emma thought her expectations where, that she had quoted her word for word of the speech she had given. When asked, Emma had explained that she had been listening the entire time, and was merely occupying her hands, as she has a tendency to fidget when she was nervous.

Thus these little meetings continued on till present day. Coming back to herself, she focused once more on the young blonde. Seeing her still with her head bowed and blonde curls obscuring her face. Slipping from her perch, Regina crouched in front of Emma and gently used her thumb and index finger to tilt Emma's chin up so she'd finally meet her eyes. "There much better," she murmured. "Now tell me dear, what's going on. Why do we keep meeting like this?"

Biting her lip, Emma stared into brown orbs. Closing her eyes in resignation. She didn't want to lie to the woman. She'd fallen hopelessly in love with her the minute she heard the new Principle speak. The husky quality of her voice enthralling her from the very first word. "Ma-maybe, I do it as an ex-excuse to see you Principle Mills." Emma whispered. Stuttering over the words. Scared beyond belief that she would lose this perfect woman.

Softening with a soft blush and beaming smile, Regina met the shy gaze of the young blonde. "Emma," she whispered, "Really?"

Noticing the blush and smile, Emma felt her confidence soar. Instead of word, Emma slowly leaned forward. Closing the small distance between them. One pale hand caressing the outside of an olive thigh, the other slipping along a jaw, coming to rest on a high cheekbone. Not thinking twice she pressed pale pink lips, to ruby red plump lips. A content sigh leaving her mouth.

Recorporating, Regina's heart raced. Happy beyond belief that she wasn't alone in this. She'd fallen in love with the young woman gradually. Having spent many meetings talking to Emma and getting to know her. Sliding lips against each others, Regina brought Emma closer to her body. "If this is what you wanted, all you had to do was let me know." She whispered against Emma's lips, an answering hum, all she got before they were passionately kissing once more.