Making Exceptions (swanqueen)

Chapter 7: Let the Wooing Begin

"I'm just saying, Reggie. There is no way I can have time to think of how to woo you if you're constantly sucking on my face."

The women broke out in simultaneous loud laughter, but the brunette was the first to recover.

"...And the moment is ruined."

"How much longer?" a whine came from the couch to the left of Regina's desk. Four hours had passed since Emma and Regina decided how they would move forward with their budding relationship. Those hours were filled with silence, work, and- worst of all- no touching.

"Well, I guess office hours were over two hours ago, dear," the brunette responded offhandedly. "You're welcome to leave whenever."

Emma stuck her lip out into a pout, "Trying to get rid of me already?"

Looking up from her work, Regina furrowed her brows and frowned at the blonde, "Of course not, Emma. I would never try to get rid of you."

The student stood from her chair and walked to her professor's desk, pushing herself up to sit on it. Once she was firmly perched where she wanted to be, she kicked her legs back and forth and smiled at her professor, never saying a word.

"Emma," Regina warned, seeing the seemingly innocent smile starting to turn devious.

"Yes, Professor?" Emma asked, crossing her legs at the knee and wishing she was wearing something sexier than sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"I know what you're thinking," Regina smirked at the blonde. "Trust me. I can think of better ways to spend this time, too," she places a hand on Emma's upper thigh, "but, I really need to get this paperwork done today. I know I don't have class tomorrow because it's Sunday, but that's Henry and I's day. I do have class, though, on Monday and Wednesday next week, and meetings every other day. The only day I get off is tomorrow, and an occasional Friday."

"So I guess cooking you dinner tomorrow night is out of the question, then?"

Regina looked up in shock, "I beg your pardon? I never said that."

The widened eyes that met Emma's were clearly trying to think of why Emma would infer such a thing, so the blonde decided to help. "You said tomorrow is your day with Henry, Regina. I would never take away your day with him."

The brunette continued to stare at Emma, her thoughts clearly torn. She managed to stutter through a sentence, "I-I'm sure Henry wouldn't mind spending the night with his Grandmother."

Emma smiled and leaned down, dropping a small kiss to the tip of Regina's nose, "You're so cute, Reggie, but I won't make you do that."

Regina's eyes turned from confusion to faux anger. "Call me that one more time, Miss Swan, and we're over."

The brunette's scowl didn't last when met with Emma's devious smile and her next comment: "Is it strange that the whole 'Miss Swan' thing is kind of a turn on?"

"Well," Regina whispered, her voice dropping an octave as she leaned forward and whispered into Emma's ear, "I enjoy when you call me professor. So what does that tell you?"

The professor leaned back in her chair, an arm resting on each side, looking like the cat that just caught the canary.

And, boy, did she catch the damn canary. Emma thought to herself.

"If you're not careful, professor, I might have to figure out a way to wipe that smirk from your gorgeous lips."

"Oh, but how can you think of a way to woo me if you're too busy sucking on my face, dear?" The brunette grinned wickedly as she used Emma's words against her.