Making Exceptions (swanqueen)

Chapter 2: Rule 23

"So....What should we do for the next hour, Professor Mills?

If it weren't for all the scenarios running through the professor's head at the sound of "Professor Mills" being spoken in such a breathy way, Regina would scoff at the question. What gave this blonde student the idea that they were now friends?

But, God, She thought with an internal moan, what I would not give to have a woman like her to be my friend... or in my bed. It's been so long, and she's cute in a shy, ramble-on-when-I'm-nervous way, she has the body of a model, she brings cupcakes when she's worried someone may be upset. I love cupcakes. It's as if she were made for me. But, She sighed, she's a student, of course.

"Why, Miss Swan, we're very presumptuous, aren't we?" Regina purred with a wicked grin on her face.

"Presumptuous?" The blonde mulled over the word choice for a second before giving a frantically-paced answer, "God, no, Professor Mills. I wasn't asking it like that. I'm not trying to get you into bed or anything. That would be ridiculous.... not saying that you're not attractive or anything because, well, damn, but... I....I wouldn't sleep with a teacher. Not even for good grades. It goes against all my rules and... I..."

"Dear, I meant you were presuming that we were friends," the professor interrupted, trying to hold back her humor at the situation.

Did she just call me hot? Regina questioned.

"Are you saying we aren't friends, Miss Mills?" Emma asked, furrowing her eyebrows and pursing her lips, pretending to be in deep thought. "Because I brought a cupcake for a certain professor, but if we're not friends, I could find another person to give it to. Everyone jumps at the chance of receiving food from a culinary student."

Regina matched Emma's giant smirk with a haughty tone, "Well, Miss Swan, I would love to have you know that I never make friends with my students. It's one of my rules. They are here to learn, and I to teach. It's my duty to improve you as students, not to hang with you for a few hours each day," the brunette started to grin as Emma dropped her head- and her smirk- at the obvious reprimand she was receiving. "However, if this cupcake you speak of is any good, I may have to make an exception dear."

"Oh, it's good. Everything I make is good. Everything I do is, in fact, good," Emma winked, then topped off the sentence with a smirk.

"I'll be the judge of that, Miss Swan."

Emma set the container down in front of her new professor and held out her hands, gesturing for the woman to take a bite. She didn't have to tell Regina twice. Cupcakes were her favorite of all deserts, and this one looked delicious.

Regina grabbed the tiny pastry before removing the paper wrapper. She slowly moved it towards her mouth, then took a giant bite out of it. The brunette in question moaned. Loudly.

"This is delicious."

"So, we're friends then?" Emma questioned, sporting a giant grin and trying not to look aroused at the sound the older woman made.

"For now, yes. I am able to change my mind at any given moment, though," Regina replied with a grin.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Professor. If we're friends now, though, we have a few things that need to change."

The brunette professor raised one eyebrow, clearly not used to being told how things work, "And just what would that be, Miss Swan?"

"That's exactly it," noticing the look of confusion the blonde elaborated. "This whole 'Miss Swan' thing isn't going to work, Professor. It reminds me too much of a mom I had once."