"I get high on a buzz, then a rush when I'm plugged in you
I connect when I'm flush, You get love when told what to do
Wonderful electric, I'm in love with a strict machine" ~Goldfrapp "Strict Machine"
Regina finally whipped off her nearly opaque sunglasses when she pulled safely into her driveway. Night driving was a bitch with those on, but one can never be too careful when carting around a car full of obscene toys. As she walked up the step, she dialed Sidney to bully him into not publishing any incriminating photos of her. He claimed the edition had already gone to print. She growled in frustration, and was surprised to when Henry met her at the door a mix of curiosity and worry adorned his face.
"Did someone die? What's in that bag?" Henry looked over her black attire and spotted the beg. He asked questions like he was trying to ply her to spill a secret.
Regina was taken aback. Did he somehow know what she had been up to? She rubbed her temples with one hand and held the bag behind her back with the other, hand trembling from the weight of it.
"Henry, I'm not feeling well this evening. I think it would be best if you collected your things and stayed over with Kathryn tonight. I'll give her a call to come get you in a minute," Regina decided she didn't want to see anyone, not even her son. She was the verge of a breakdown, and things might get ugly.
"Is this because of what happened today at the animal shelter? Did Emma really save your life? Do you really have cat scratch fever?" Henry grilled her, coming closer and trying to get a peek at the sack in her hands. She took a step back and ended up against the door. What had gotten into him?
"Um..where did you hear that?"
"At the diner, Ruby said you got a bad case of cat scratch fever, but I didn't get to ask what she meant because Emma choked on her cocoa. Then Dr. Whale chimed in with something about a big bowl of warm cream, and Emma got mad and she took Dr. Whale outside. I thought she was going to hit him. Then she got upset and left without saying anything…" Henry rambled on and stared at Regina for any hint that she knew what he was talking about.
"No, Henry…I..." Regina's cheeks turned red, she was seeing red. She clenched her fists trying to keep herself calm in front of Henry. Just as she expected the whole town was talking about her, and of course, Emma was there to overhear everything. Dr. Whale could look forward to a $10,000 HIPAA violation as soon as she could file the incident report. If she wasn't feeling so unbearably hot and needy she would have turned around and headed out the door to find him and flay him.
"Dr. Whale said you have a sick, hungry kitty…so is it true? Is that bag full of toys for your pussy?" Henry kept asking questions and clapping his hands together, he could barely contain himself.
"Oh, my God!…Henry!…don't…. talk like that," Regina admonished him, horrified he would repeat something so crude. She was going to murder half the town for corrupting her son and spreading around her personal business. That bitch Granny moved fast. She was on the list.
"So you didn't adopt a kitten at the shelter today?" Henry's face fell in disappointment and he hung his shoulders, "I thought with what they were all saying it was supposed to be a surprise for me. I thought you went out and got supplies and toys for our new pet…"
"Oh…" Regina swallowed, a miniscule hint of relief washing over her. She felt an unrivaled sense of urgency. She needed to get upstairs right away. "No, I'm sorry Henry. You know what I've said about having a pet. It's a lot of responsibility. Now, go get your things, please?"
Regina waited until she heard Henry's door slam shut and then marched straight her room, straining to carry the bag up the stairs. As soon as she got inside she heaved the bag up and the bottom busted open, raining and scattering sex toys all over the floor. She kicked at her clit snuggler in annoyance and dialed Kathryn. Regina didn't bother to answer when Kathryn asked, voice dripping with concern, if everything was alright?
She'd deal with her tarnished reputation and the townsfolk later. Maybe she could enact another memory erasing curse just to avoid the acute embarrassment? First thing first: curing herself of these dreams and getting Emma out of her head. She needed to get back in her right mind, and that meant learning to operate these sex aids.
As soon as she heard Kathryn's car pull up and Henry bolt out the door she took off her black dress, heels and panty hose. She figured she had better get completely naked for this to work, and then shook her head remembering that this wasn't a simple moonlight spell she was working to enact. This would take guesswork; she hated when things weren't cut and dry.
She checked the backs of the packages for directions, but found the wording confusing and not at all helpful, "Lucid Dream, virtually silent, yet powerful motor, 14 speed multi vibe?" How would she know what speed to use? She'd just have to give it a go and figure it out as she went along. She finally got the vacuum sealed plastic open and went to turn on the vibrator. Nothing happened. She read the package again, and plain as day it read, "Batteries not included!"
The sex shop could throw in free strings of silicone anal beads, but they couldn't help a girl out with a goddamned pair of double AAs? She pulled off her bra and panties and flung them across the room, before shutting off the light and crawling naked into bed. She was determined to go it alone, curse her guilty, filthy soul.
Once under the cover of darkness and her comforter, she tried to calm her mind. She would not think about Emma, or the fleeting tingle of her soft lips on hers. Or what it would be like if Emma actually reciprocated the kiss, or held her in her arms…
Regina's hand wandered down her body, stopping at her chest to toy with a hardened nipple. A new chilly tingle worked through her nerve endings. Her hand continued downward, she spread her legs and cupped her mound. She let out a long shaky breath, applying a small amount of pressure, letting the heel of her hand rub rhythmically over her pussy. She could already feel her arousal spreading over her fingers, and she bit her lip until she tasted something metallic, blood. She was surprised how soft and silky she felt down there. She let her fingers explore tentatively, and then her finger slid over a spot that made her body jump.
"Oh…" she let her finger slide around there again with the same exquisite result.
Regina used to free hand to clutch the blanket over her body as a tether to reality. She felt herself drifting off to sleep even as she touched herself. She already felt more relieved than she had in weeks as waves of released endorphins soothed her burning head. She rolled over onto her stomach, pressing her face into her pillow and biting it instead of her lip. She held her hand still, trapped between her thighs and began to rock herself into it. It felt so good, she held her breath until she had to roll her head to the side and let out a pent up gasp. She concentrated on the feeling between her legs; she needed something to happen…there had to be more. At the same time, she hated feeling so abnormal. She shouldn't want any of this. She was supposed to be strong, not weak and giving in to this craving for object sin.
"Regina?"
She heard Emma's voice through the rush in her ears. She couldn't fight the dreams, so real. She might as well give in and let dream Emma help soothe her. Just this once.
