Won't Someone Save Me From Me?
When Emma awoke the next morning she found herself...horny, for a lack of better description. Now, normally this wasn't odd. Sometimes she had these 'lady boners' that she would either ignore and they would dissipate several moments later, or that she would take care of quickly and then proceed to go on with the rest of her day.
This morning wasn't like those other mornings, namely because she was really, really horny. It was what had woken her up at seven in the morning, shaking her awake with hot red fingers that lingered in the crevices of her skin. She was burning up and wetness pooled between her legs.
It was disorienting, frankly, and kind of annoying. She sat up, panting. Hands itching to relieve herself. But there was no way she was going to do that in Regina's house. That would be...rude and weird and just nope. She would just have to weather it out and hope that a cold shower would help dampen things because there was no way she was going back to sleep when she felt this super wired.
She spent a good amount of time running cold water over her skin until it pimpled but even when she stepped out, feeling like a hunk of ice, her arousal still clung to her, persevering.
That she found weird as well. Something not natural to her normal body. She toweled off, making sure she was careful to avoid her breasts. Touching them even lightly sent a bolt of tingles straight down to her crotch. Which meant bras were going to be a pain in the ass today.
Clothed, after several attempts, some which only increased her arousal, she left her room and padded to the kitchen wondering if Regina was around. But she only saw the still warm coffee pot. Regina must have left the house and Emma felt strangely...lonely.
Tamping down on that strange feeling, for not only was she horny, but she was longing for the close comfort of holding someone like she never had before, she texted Regina.
She got an answer back in a timely manner.
I am in the Vault, perusing anything of use here.
Affection swelled in Emma at Regina's special vocabulary. Why couldn't she just text like any other human?
Will u b there long?
No, I'm just about done.
Granny's in ten?
Yes.
Emma was relieved at that, because maybe if she got outdoors than she wouldn't have to be tempted by how nice it would be just to dip her hand into her pants and quickly get herself off.
Damn it, what the hell was wrong with her? She felt all different in her body. Like her limbs were too gangly, and her skin too tight and hot, and her insides twisting to some animal calling.
Maybe a walk to Granny's would help clear her head and maybe the good meal would divert her attentions away from the hunger between her thighs to the hunger within her stomach. She rushed out, forgoing the use of her car or magic and avoiding the temptation of getting off inside Regina's house. Henry lived there too! What if the kid heard her or walked in on her...that would be a disaster.
However, all the walk did was confuse her more. Hands shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket and frown growing on her face, everyone stared as she walked past. Some wide eyed, some spinning around to keep looking at her, and other's with open mouths and glazed over looks.
What the hell was happening? She felt vaguely uncomfortable.
"Sheriff," one sleazy voice stood out and Emma turned her head to see Hook on the other side of the street by the crosswalk. He had a cocky look on his face, paired with a hunger in his eyes and an intense concentration like a predator getting ready to hunt its prey.
"Hook." Came bitterly from her lips. Why did he have to ruin a perfectly good- okay, not exactly a perfect stroll due to the odd looks she had received, but still a decent one- stroll by showing up?
"What a lovely day for a stroll," he crossed the street, and the way he was walking was so over exaggerated, like a swagger meant to be coy yet show-offish at the same time. "Don't you agree?"
"Uh?" Emma popped a brow up, befuddled by his words and body language. "Sure?"
He must have been waiting for something more, some grander reaction. When all he continued to experience was a slightly scalding but blank look, he moved on. "What do you say to us enjoying this day together? Long walks, drinks by the sea?" He raked a hand through his hair, releasing pheromones into the air. He smelled like the ocean, dark and salty, but with a hint of coconut and sand, like a day tanning out at the beach. Along with a hint of rum that always drenched him like a cloud sober or not...and roasted fish? Huh, an odd but not unpleasant combination. She could feel her body react, growling in a hunger that heated between her thighs.
She may be needy but she sure had better standards than some rum drunk pirate. She wasn't going to give into him no matter how her body alighted at the idea.
"I think I'll pass. I haven't had breakfast yet." She spun on her heel, ready to ignore him. His advances were no surprise. He had been tailing her ever since Neverland and she figured telling him no several thousands times would have sufficed and it had for a time, him off sailing the seas and pursuing other women, but now he was back to coming onto her. Why did he always come back to her?
"Wait!" he called after her, hand on her shoulder which she shrugged off. "Let me buy you your meal."
"I'm fine." She really didn't need him purchasing meals for her. She was a grown woman.
"I insist. We need to get to know each other better," he persisted, hurrying after her like some lap dog.
Emma parked herself in front of Granny's open door, shoulders hunched to look more intimidating. His whining and following her around was actually turning her off now. Maybe she should keep him around? If only to seek a respite from her own body. He stopped in front of her, a hopeful grin on his face. He thought she was giving him a chance and he wasn't wrong. "Did I ever tell you how especially delightful you smell today?"
That was a big clue as to the odd situations today, and Emma registered it, but she had no context to apply it to. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. But before he could do more there came a resounding growl from behind Emma that made even the blonde's neck hair stand up. Hook jumped back from Emma like he had been shocked.
Emma turned to see who had made that noise but it was none other than Ruby, hands on hips and eyes dark, teeth snapped shut tightly. Emma had never seen her friend like this- ready to rip Hook apart like she hadn't even with Regina when they had had that spate yesterday.
"Get away from her, you filthy pathetic excuse of an Alpha!"
"I saw her first," he snapped out but it was more like a whine.
"This is my territory. Go find some other woman to harass." Ruby would not budge an inch and Hook knew that.
"Very well," he bowed his head to Emma, strangely so formal. It was like he was on his best behavior for her. "I'll see you soon sometime, Emma darling." And then to Ruby he added, "I'd keep your claws to yourself. She's not into the fairer sex, no use in killing over her when she clearly has preferences."
They were talking about her, weren't they? Was this some weird Alpha shit like yesterday?
Hook left, looking over his shoulder while Ruby planted a possessive hand on Emma's shoulder and steered her into the diner aggressively.
"Ruby, chill!" Emma shouted out when she felt the nails dig into her skin. But Ruby didn't seem to register. Her eyes were still dark and her body tense. She maneuvered Emma to a booth in the back, snapping her teeth at several men and women who looked up at Emma as she passed by, inhaling her scent with great big greedy gulps.
Only when she got to her seat did Ruby let her go. "Ruby, what the hell are you doing?" Emma demanded angrily because her shoulder stung with half moon marks even through the leather.
Ruby blinked at Emma, confused by her anger. "I was protecting you. Because you are not his." With the back of her hand she gently brushed Emma's cheek, a motion in juxtaposition to her pissed off face. She dropped her hands down and wrapped them tightly around Emma's waist, dragging the blonde to her, chest to chest.
"Ruby, what the hell," Emma pushed at the woman's shoulders but the hold didn't loosen because of her inner wolf's strength. "What are you doing in the middle of the diner?" Emma gave uncomfortable glances to watching eyes. Envious eyes, she noted in disarray
"Don't act like you don't want it, otherwise you wouldn't have come here," Ruby said a low voice, flicking her tongue on a plump bottom lip.
"Seriously, what the fuck-"
"Exactly. What kind of fuck do you want?" Ruby's eyes were lidded and Emma was so not having this. What had happened to her friend? Ruby ducked her head down and pressed a light kiss to Emma's pulse on her neck. Emma jumped in her skin, nails sinking into Ruby's wrists, forcing them off, veins in Emma's arms straining. Even as her brain said no, her body tensed up with desire was purring almost in answer to Ruby's aggressive behavior. What the hell was wrong with Emma that she was thinking like this? Was her body actually open to this happening?
No, she wouldn't let being turned on allow this behavior to continue. Just as she geared up a leg to knee Ruby in the stomach with, someone else intruded.
"Oh hell no!" comes a snarl and all Ruby has is time to spin around before she is ripped off of Emma and slammed into the wall in the back harshly by a shaking and raging brunette.
"Get off of me!" Ruby hissed, scrabbling at Regina's hold on her, meeting eyes black with fury.
"Don't you touch her!" Regina shook Ruby, hefting her higher onto the wall. All Emma could do was stand there slack jawed. Seriously, what the hell was happening to this town?
"She's not yours! She came here. She's free to be claimed by me!" Ruby lashed out with one hand and hit Regina square in the nose. The woman gasped and stepped back, loosening her grip on the taller brunette who took this chance to push Regina against the counter as the older woman tried to shake the pain from her vision.
Now Regina was the one with hands on her throat. She gritted her teeth as Ruby hovered over her, skin breaking as tufts of fur escaped.
Shit. That was enough to shake Emma out of her stupor. She couldn't afford to let Ruby turn into a wolf here and hurt Regina or anyone else. "Hey-!" she reached out a hand, aiming to force herself between the two of them but before she could do that Regina had a similar idea. She knew Ruby was mere seconds from transforming and Regina wouldn't let her do that in the middle of town where she could hurt others.
Purple smoke enveloped the two battling women and Emma was left reaching for thin air.
"Shit!" she cursed out loud. Where the hell had they gone? Frustrated, she raced out looking for them, knowing time was of the essence. She sent her magical feelers out, but without Regina's magic aiding her and her guidance to support her, Emma was taking a long time to find them.
When she did- getting a hint of magic from the woods- she poofed over there, right into a scene out a war movie.
Trees lay smoldering in piles, there were deep gouges in the ground made by huge claws, and the scent of fire and blood filled the air. Ruby's howls shook the air as did a loud explosion. Stumbling through the mess, Emma ran to it, turned around and momentarily confused from her rapid arrival here. "Regina! Ruby!" she shouted out and there was a blur of motion next to her, purple smoke infusing her vision.
"Emma, what are you doing here? Ruby is dangerous!" Regina hissed out, eyes furious. There was blood caking her face and her clothes which were ripped to pieces, barely holding together.
"I came to stop the two of you. You guys are acting insane!" Emma hissed back as a wolf the size of a small car crashed through, launching itself at Regina's back. Without looking back, the queen jerked out a hand and Ruby went crashing into a tree, taking it down with her, cry of pain following her.
"That is enough!" Emma was horrified by this. She grabbed Regina by the shoulder and pushed her back behind her as Ruby rose to her paws, shaking her head to clear the wood chips from it. "Ruby, Regina, stop this now."
Ruby registered Emma standing in between the two of them and growled in vexation. She wanted to sink her teeth into that annoying Alpha and win the battle for Emma's hand. She paced in front of Emma, snapping her teeth to let her know how annoyed she was at the blonde's decision to get in the way.
"Ruby, no." Emma's voice was stern and she held her hands out. She knew she had her back to Regina, but she trusted the witch would be able to handle her temperament better than Ruby who had gone wolf. Emma was betting on the hope that somewhere her friend was still there and could hear her pleas. "Don't do this. I want you to stop. I want you to calm down." Now Emma used a soothing tone and Ruby did slow down, ducking her head down in obedience, something she had never done before for an omega. An omega shouldn't have this sort of power over her, but Emma did. So then maybe she wasn't an omega after all but an Alpha?
Ruby was confused. She didn't know where to place Emma. All she knew was she didn't want to upset her anymore. She could sense the waves of distress and with the adrenaline from the fight gone, she was worried she had upset her now. She felt remorse for her actions.
She let out an appeasing whimper and came close enough to Emma that the blonde could pet her if she wanted to. Emma crouched down, eyes open and trusting. But with all her concern focused on the blonde, Ruby forgot about the other Alpha, who had been standing stock still before, watching with furious eyes as the scene played out. With a swish of her arm, her magic hit Ruby who collapsed to the floor.
"Regina!" Emma whirled on her heels, scandalized. "She had already given up. Why would you hurt her?" The queen looked unrepentant, her eyes glowing with her victory and jaw set hard.
"It's just a simple sleeping spell. She'll be fine," Regina scoffed and then roughly grabbed Emma's arm before poofing them away.
They arrived in the mansion's foyer, knocking over a vase with the haste that Regina had used to get here. The crash drew the attention of Henry who it must have woken up. Emma tensed, worried to hear the pad of his feet downstairs but they never came.
"Is everything okay down there?" Henry called from upstairs. Emma didn't want him to see his mother like this, all bloodied and wild looking.
"It's-it's fine. I just knocked over a vase," Emma called out as she steered Regina away from the remains on the floor before she could cut herself on them. The woman was shaking with adrenaline and rage. A wild look was home in her eyes and Emma felt it would take much to get rid of it.
"How dare she try to claim you," she was snarling under her breath. "You are not hers." Her arms wrapped around Emma, clawing at her leather covered back as if she could get closer to her this way, holding her tight. "Mineminemine," muttered out in a stream in quiet fervent tones and all Emma could do was hold back onto Regina, letting the woman slump into her arms until she could wear herself out.
A single hand found purchase in her hair, soothing through brown locks. Regina let out a visible sigh at this, a precursor to many minutes of silent holding and comfort as Emma swayed the two of their bodies. It felt nice to hold Regina like this. To take in her wonderful scent that had Emma's head dizzy. However, the scent was marred by blood, and dirt and smoke. It was time to treat Regina's wounds.
Emma broke the silence around them. "Come, let's get you healed up and re-dressed. You look a mess."
At Emma's gentle instance, Regina pulled free, eyes ashamed now that the Alpha rage had left her. She hadn't been this out of control, this ready to kill, in a long time. How could she let this happen? How could Emma affect her to such lengths?
"I...I didn't mean to cause anyone harm. But Ruby was not going to stop. She wouldn't stop. Neither would anyone else. I had to protect you." Regina's tone begged Emma to believe her, to not think her a monster. Regina had only done it to protect Emma and not because she wanted her all for herself. But the words were lies as soon as she thought them. She wanted Emma. She had always wanted her; it had only been recently that she had allowed herself to acknowledge that fact before she forced herself to stop thinking it for the sake of their friendship.
She could recall countless times she had censored her thoughts and refrained from touching Emma just to keep a safe space between themselves.
"Regina, I don't want you fighting for me. I could handle myself." Those words were lies too, but not completely. Emma could fight for herself, and liked to do so, but there was no denying how...hot, it had been seeing the mayor just go crazy possessive over her. It lit a match between her legs and under her heart. There was something so primal and calefacient about Regina defending her like that. Emma didn't know why she was finding near death battles sexually appealing- she blamed that on the weird alpha system in place making her body hormonal.
"Just like you handled Ruby? She was all over you!" Regina exclaimed, working herself back up. She had almost lost Emma to that despicable dog! She pulled free from Emma's warm hold and wrung her wrists in anger.
Was Regina jealous? Emma's guts twisted in approval. Now with the threat of the fight gone, her body was remembering its unrelenting arousal from before and heat began to trickle into her body in inappropriate parts.
"It would have been fine," Emma gently insisted. Regina's uttered and repeated phrase of mine made the blonde wonder exactly how Regina viewed her right now.
Regina's nostrils flared and she shook her head. Emma was right, she was behaving horribly. Like a jealous Alpha. Emma wasn't hers. She was free to mate with anyone in her heat. Regina swallowed down the bitter jealousy in her mouth. "I'm going to go and wash up."
She strode upstairs without looking back and shed her ruined clothes before going into the shower. The cool water helped wash away the dirt and blood. All of it dry and caked. She only had minor wounds on herself- scratches and bruises- wounds she could heal easily. But that wasn't what she was worried about. She was worried about Emma downstairs.
The woman was in heat, no doubt about it. Regina could smell it dripping off of her and no doubt every other Alpha had as well. That's why Ruby had acted the way she had, trying to seduce Emma into her bed.
Regina hit the wall at this. Damn it, she could not prevent the surges of jealousy and protectiveness she felt over Emma, but she knew Emma was free to sleep with whomever she wanted. She couldn't let her Alpha instincts take over her mind and corrupt her. She wouldn't do that. She wouldn't.
She took steadying breaths, tried to focus on the sting of cold needles of water on her. Regardless if Emma was a grown woman, Regina was reluctant to let her out of the house. She was an easy target for Alphas especially because she had no idea what was even happening to her. It must be her first heat. Those were always confusing times, but not as bad as the following heats. First heat was manageable. It was weak in comparison to the mind bending and control altering effects of the others. Emma would be subject to submitting to any demanding Alpha who fought and won her. She would be their's for however long her heat lasted and because she was the only omega in town, that meant there would be no shortage of people affected by her. The town could erupt into bloodshed.
What were the odds of that? Of Emma being an omega with the way she cockily carried herself. Though it made sense because Emma truly was a gem of a person. And she was made of true love. Perhaps that's why her pheromones were so strong and tempting to even Regina who had greater resistance to such things.
Omega's were extremely rare and coveted for. Wars had been waged over them by Alphas because Omegas were considered the perfect mate for an Alpha. And Regina wouldn't allow that to happen. She would protect Emma no matter what.
Regina's fists curled up. She needed to prevent that. She needed to keep Emma safe. Even if the scent of Emma's arousal was strong, was sin itself, Regina would get through it. She would force herself to do so through sheer will alone.
Ending the shower, she dried off quickly, cast magic on her wounds, and satisfied that she looked better, she dressed and went downstairs.