Making Exceptions (swanqueen)

Chapter 29: Ideas

Emma awoke to soft touches and morning sunlight. Her eyes fluttered open to see her gorgeous brunette girlfriend smiling back at her.

"I ordered some breakfast from room service," Regina said in a whisper, careful not to annoy the newly-awoken blonde with loud noises. "It's out on the table, if you'd like some."

The blonde leaned up to capture plump lips and wrapped her arms around the woman in front of her. She hummed in pleasure, but pulled back with a pout.

"And here I was, thinking that you would be my breakfast," she faux whined, a smile crossing her face as she leaned in for another kiss.

"I can't be your lunch, dinner, and breakfast, mi amor," Regina giggled as Emma kissed her way down the brunette's neck. "You'd get bored of me far too soon."

"Never," the blonde mumbled around the skin she was kissing. She reached her hands up and untied the knot of the fluffy white robe the tan-skinned beauty was wearing. "You're too perfect." Her thin lips traveled over newly revealed skin, drawing moans and shivers out of the brunette.

"Emma," it came out as a mix between a moan and a command, as tan hands came up to press against strong shoulders. "We really need to eat... and not that," a giggle escaped the brunette's lips as the blonde latched on to a sensitive spot behind her ear. She reached up once again to gently push the blonde away. "Emma, it's ten o'clock, we haven't had breakfast, we still have to pack up and drive home, and unfortunately, I have a stack of papers by a certain creative writing class that I have to grade before the weekend is over. Plus, you need to build up all the calories you worked off last night."

"Or..." the blonde suggested, "we can work off more calories with something a little more fun."

Regina shot the woman a glare she hadn't seen since the time she tried to kiss Regina in her office before they were dating. Emma pulled back and put her hands up in the air, feigning innocence.

"Fine, fine," the blonde laughed, reaching back to pull the brunette into a tight hug. "I'll have you know that that glare didn't turn me off all those weeks ago, and it still doesn't," she said, leaning in and giving the other woman a peck of the top of the head before standing up and making her way to the room service cart.

Regina jumped out of the bed and followed the blonde, questioning what she had just said. "What look, Miss Swan?"

"Miss Swan? Really, sweetheart?" Emma asked with a smile. "It's just like when we first started seeing each other. You give me the sass, the 'Miss Swan', and the 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you-ever-come-onto-me-again' glare, but deep down, you secretly just want to jump my bones."

"I most certainly did not do any of that," Regina argued.

"Oh, you most certainly did, Professor Mills."

"Whatever," Regina conceded. "Maybe I just wanted you to stop staring at my breasts, or maybe I was trying to get you to actually learn a thing or two in my class."

"I learned a lot in your class," the blonde replied, loving the satisfied smile she received. "I learned that you like to have complete control of all situations, which is why you have an unreasonable amount of rules that you expect all students to remember- we don't, by the way. I learned that you have this incredibly sexy scar above your lip that just drives me wild. You run your tongue on it when you're deep in thought, by the way. I also learned that sometimes you wear really short skirts with no undies... but maybe that's only because I manage to remove them from your beautiful body before we have to leave for class in the morning."

Regina slapped the blonde's shoulder, scoffing at the woman's antics.

"Okay, okay," she admitted. "I have a lot of rules and short skirts and dirty looks, but the rest of what you said means nothing to me."