Won't Someone Save Me From Me?
A/N: I wasn't happy with this chapter and I'm still fully not despite rewriting it, but oh well.
They went to bed that night without another word exchanged, too wrapped up in their own thoughts about what that intimate moment had meant to each other. Henry too didn't speak much on it, besides adding the words about time and wrinkling his nose up at their mingled scents and rushing upstairs.
Regina locked herself in her room and furiously threw herself into sleep, hoping and praying that she would weather out Emma's heat. But her scent was everywhere. Upstairs, downstairs and now on Regina. Even scrubbing her skin in the shower couldn't get the scent of her off and Regina buried her face into her pillows so she wouldn't have to smell it. So she wouldn't have to stoke her arousal any higher.
Her sleep was fitful and her dreams filled with Emma's moans and pants and Regina fucking Emma until the blonde couldn't walk anymore. She woke up that morning with a light sheen of sweat on her back and something hard between her legs that made her hips press into the mattress seeking relief.
She turned onto her back, and pulled the waistband of her pants up. She let out an unhappy groan at the erection staring back at her. She had forgotten about this aspect of the Enchanted Forest. She was hoping it wouldn't happen, at least not to her since she hadn't had it as of yesterday but sadly, this was not the case.
And if it was here...that meant she was ready to mate. And she could guess what had triggered it. Rubbing off on Emma had jump started her body into growing this third leg- it only ever used to come out when she was going to bed someone. Hopefully it would go away after today-but given how she was in close proximity with Emma and this was only Emma's second day of heat, that might not happen any time soon.
Groaning unhappily once more she snapped her pants back and sat up. She was going to have to get rid of this if she wanted to function throughout the day. She hurried over to her shower and turned the spray on as loudly as possible. It didn't take much to set her off, her cock nearly swollen with cum that needed an egress. A quick couple of thrusts and she had ejected all over the tiles and her hand, breathing hard at the forgotten pleasure of how good it felt to jerk off. There was something to be said about how receiving pleasure was different for the sexes and each had their ups and downs. Regina's was certainly up now, but not as hard as it had before and while it wasn't quite where she had hoped to get it, it would do. She had other pressing matters to attend to.
She had work to do; a curse to fix and an omega to watch over.
Putting on a pair of pants, she got dressed as quickly as she could. She halfway dreaded going downstairs only because of what reaction she would have to Emma. Already she could smell her scent from upstairs and it was stronger than it had been yesterday.
Regina swallowed, her throat dry and hands sweating.
"Good morning," she rumbled out, voice sticking in her throat when she saw Emma in the kitchen. The blonde was standing under the light of the window and her hair was shining and her skin was glowing and she was in Regina's sweats and Regina just wanted to-she stifled a growl building in the back of her throat as her friend stirred in her pants, straining against the zipper.
"Good..." Emma didn't even get that far, eyes raking over Regina, taking in everything of her figure. She held onto the mug of coffee limply, no longer thirsty for it but for something else. Her arousal from yesterday had been made manageable. But now it was full force and god, she wanted Regina so badly. Wanted her to touch her like that, wanted to see her cum. Being next to her was going to be torture. She already knew it, her body aching and throbbing for her in ways that seemed implausible. It was a pain, she was literally in pain because she could not have Regina. Because she wanted her.
She had to leave and now before she did something more that they might regret. So she disappeared in a cloud of smoke even as her body screamed at her to stay.
She wandered the town for the whole day or stayed in the station, filling out mindless paper work. And whatever Regina had done to her was working. People still looked at her but no one approached her and Emma was too chicken to visit Granny's to see if Ruby would come onto her again. She was also kind of mad at Ruby right now so she didn't want to talk to her and she was slightly afraid that with her arousal she might give into the wolf's advances.
And her arousal only got worse during the day until even walking became painful. Forgoing her pride, she had to excuse herself to the bathroom about three times so she could pleasure herself until she could sit in her chair again. It was shameful doing that and she couldn't met Mulan's eyes when the woman smelled the aftermath on her skin. Thankfully, she didn't say anything, just ducked her head down and looked even more embarrassed than Emma felt.
The worst part would be coming home. She knew her body craved Regina above all and she knew that Regina could fuck her properly, that she could make Emma cum until the world shattered. But she didn't want to push Regina any more, didn't want to make their convoluted relationship anymore complex. But Emma couldn't go home either because her parents where still...well, she didn't want to think about that.
The only option left was her car. So at the end of her work shift, Emma pulled out a spare blanket from her trunk and settled herself onto the back seat. She wasn't even hungry because all she could feel was the angry roiling heat in her body that hurt her because of her lack on releasing it. It was almost like having cramps but because of being horny. Emma couldn't wait for this to pass and she had to stop her fingers from straying into the waistband of her pants because there was no way she was going to touch herself in her own car; despite her jerking off at work. She spread her legs out, not even able to keep them pressed together for all the pleasure that gave her. On the back seat of her car, she fell into fitful slumber until a rough banging on her window woke her up along with an angry shout of 'Miss Swan!'
Emma stumbled out, head ducking down under Regina's incised glare.
"Where the hell were you? I was worried harm came to you! Why didn't you text back?" she demanded all in one breath and Emma shrunk back. She hadn't meant to make Regina mad, she just couldn't come back to her house.
"I-I didn't mean to worry you, but I just...fell asleep in my car. Had a long busy day." She gave a white lie.
"I was worried something bad had happened to you. That someone got their hands on you." This part is filled with possessive rage and it thrills Emma in ways she will never fathom.
"No one did. I just didn't...I just can't..." at this Emma sighs out and places a palm on her hot forehead. God, she's just so hot all over. She needs respite and Regina is the cool glass of water on a hot summer day that she needs but can't have.
Her scent is so appealing and its imprinted in her brain. It's the only thing she's been able to smell all day and now it's up front and so strong and she feels like she is drowning in it. Her head is hazy and she thinks she might stumble if she doesn't clear her head. She gives a big shake and Regina notices Emma's distressed state.
"Are you okay?" her anger abides her and leaves her words soft like silk.
"I'm..." Emma is used to just shrugging everything off and saying she's fine but she's not. Not now. Not until she fucks whatever is out of her system. "I'm not okay."
"It's gotten worse," Regina states in a grave tone.
Emma nods her head and clenches her eyes shut as something inside her clenches tightly, aroused at even Regina's mere voice thick with displeasure.
"First heats aren't supposed to be this bad," Regina musses, wondering what could cause this. "We need to alleviate this situation. Can you make it home?"
"I think so."
A presence jerks Regina's head to the side and her lip corner jerks up as a rumble builds in her chest. "And I think my mark on you has only lasted for so long. We need to go. Now." There is no mistaking the urgency in Regina's voice as she grabs for Emma's hand blindly, gaze never departing the intruders. Emma turns to look and just manages to spot two men milling around, looking at her, before the swirl of magic poofs them away.
They end up in Regina's foyer and Emma stumbles into her because of how quickly she was jerked away. As their bodies intertwine momentarily, Emma swears she feels the press of a hard object against her crotch. That can't be right, she musses to herself before she is pushed off by Regina whose breathing hard and who has two spots of color on her complexion.
"Regina?" she questions hesitatingly but the woman is side stepping her and peering out the window. "It's just as I feared," she says in utter dismay. Outside Alphas have begun to loiter. Emma's scent has leaked out of the mansion and has attracted them here. It's only a matter of time before the fear of the Evil Queen is not enough to keep them out.
"Holy hell," Emma lets out, peering over Regina's shoulder. "Why are they here? What do they want?"
"They want you," Regina states plainly and with disgust in her voice. "I need your magic so I can cast a protective spell on this house so they won't get in."
"You think they'll attack?"
"I don't think, I know," Regina stressed. She drew the curtains back over the window and turned around, extending her hands, palms up. Emma takes a hold of them, sighing in relief at touching the strong Alpha. Something about it pleases the omega in Emma and she closes her eyes to let the magic draw out of her. In mere moments there is a shield around their house and Regina drops Emma's hands with some reluctance, feeling better that they are safer.
Still, Regina has locked herself in with the biggest temptation known to mankind and she wonders, how long will she last before she breaks? She needs to come up with preventative measures. Like keeping to her room and airing out the house. And maybe even spending some quality time with her friend down there, that is throbbing with want and hard as a rock.
"Will they be alright?" Emma asked, worry lining her face. Despite her being the only one in danger, she was concerned over the townsfolk. She shouldn't be. They would not care an iota about her wants or needs, just wanted to take her as their own.
"Don't concern yourself over them. Focus on yourself. You're the one dealing with a lot right now," Regina said, brushing past Emma and going to the kitchen. She was going to make some tea for Emma and tell her to go take care of herself while Henry was at school for the time being.
"And what do...I do?" Emma said, feeling helpless.
Regina gave her a cutting look over her shoulder while she got the kettle ready. "I think you know what will help you."
Emma flushed bodily. "Oh." Regina knew and the fact she knew was embarrassing and yet a turn on.
"Go upstairs and take a nice long shower. I'll be down here if you need anything, along with some tea and food to keep your body going strong," Regina said, smiling tightly at Emma like she'd much rather be doing something else with her rather than talking and eating. As Emma's eyes dipped down to Regina's trousers, she couldn't help but notice there was a mysterious bulge there.
Huh.
"Alright, Emma?"
Regina had been speaking but Emma hadn't been listening, mouth dry because of how hot her body was and previous attention on the spot between Regina's legs. "W-what?"
"I asked if that was alright, Emma. If you could manage to handle this on your own."
Emma shook her head. "Isn't there something to help with this? Some medicine?"
"We had suppressants back in the Enchanted Forest but they haven't really transferred over with the curse breaking for some odd reason," Regina explained, "and the closest thing we have to that now is a potion. Which requires specific ingredients and lots of time to brew. By the time I make it, your heat will be over."
"Damn, so there really isn't anything to help with this?" Emma spat, really getting fed up with magic spells and shit. Her lower abdomen felt like it was on fire and like knives were stabbing into it. Even her period wasn't this bad.
Again Regina looked reluctant which clued Emma in on the fact that there were another way to get rid of this. "Spit it out," she said, wiping the back of her hand onto her forehead so as to swab up the sweat trickling down it.
"Emma, you know what it is. You need to sleep with someone," Regina said, with a tinge of irritation and defeat in her voice. Like she didn't want to bring this topic up because it was affecting her too much. "And not just anyone, but an Alpha. The purpose of heats and ruts are for procreation. While an omega is in heat, the Alpha takes care of them. They are responsible for feeding them, making sure they are safe, and also with sleeping with them until the heats pass."
"Are you fucking serious?" Emma spat out, anger surging through her veins but not enough that it could even make a dent in her arousal. She was so riled up at this point, that she was willing to sleep with someone, with protection of course, if only to feel normal again. It was just sex. It didn't have to mean anything. "Who am I going to ask to do that- Ruby and Hook are off the table! And I don't have anyone in this town I care for enough to want to sleep with." Emma almost stumbled on that last part, because she knew who'd she'd chose to sleep with if it was an option. But Regina...would Regina say yes? She had already scented Emma, and that had been a big step for their relationship. Would she...
Meanwhile, Regina was torn over the fact that Emma felt like she didn't have anyone who she cared for like that in this town. A part of her had been hopeful that after their moment yesterday that maybe Emma would admit to sharing similar and forbidden feelings like Regina had for her. But, no, she had been foolish to hope.
"Just, go take the shower and see if that helps you. And if it doesn't...then we'll work hard to figure something out. Together," Regina promised as the kettle screamed that it had boiled and she took it off the fire to steam the tea.
Together. Emma savored the unsavory meaning of that word and could not even feel a shred of guilt in knowing she was going to use that to touch herself in the shower, even though she knew she should. "Okay," she agreed and hurried up the stairs, shedding clothes like water because she could not hold back the need to pleasure herself any longer before she stepped into the shower and let it go full blast.
Any reservations she might have about jilling off in Regina's house faded away because of the need suffocating her. And the idea that Regina knew exactly what Emma was doing only turned her on more.
Despite the three orgasms she had had earlier, she was able to quickly pull four more out simply by sliding two fingers into herself and pinching her nipples. She tried to keep her cries quiet as she writhed in pleasure. It wasn't enough, however, and she quickly grew frustrated when her body stayed unerringly horny. Before, at least she had felt some relief, but now, she felt none of that. She only hungered for more. For what Regina could offer her.
Fuck.
She hated this so much.
She got out of the shower, pissed off and swollen with fingers of pleasure that lingered in her and on her and wouldn't give her any peace. Her inside muscles were cramped and she could barely hold herself upright as she toweled off. She slipped into pj's and lay down on bed with a groan.
Regina heard the water shut off, but when Emma didn't come down for a solid half hour after, Regina went upstairs to her room in concern. That's where she found a truly concerning sight.
Emma's curled up in pain by now on the bed, arms around her middle. It's all she can think about. It makes it hard to breathe. Makes it nearly impossible to think.
Regina feels helpless to aid her friend and wrings her hands as she stands by the bed by her side. Emma's forehead is wet with sweat despite her showering and she brushes a strand of hair aside only making Emma shiver at the touch. Emma needs it. Needs more.
"Regina, please. Help me," Emma whispers, begs, with tears in her emerald eyes.
"How, Emma. How," Regina's voice trembles with desperation as she feels helpless in the worst kind of way. Emma's first heat shouldn't be like this. Shouldn't be so painful and lust driven and mind consuming.
"You know how." Emma can't believe she's asking this but she has no choice. There is no way to weather out this pain. It's going to drive her mad. And it's not like they can find someone to sleep with her on such short notice. Technically, they could, but she didn't want anyone else. She knew which Alpha she wanted.
Regina.
Now it was only a matter of conveying that fact.
Regina swallows heavily. This is a weighted statement. Regina's not all too sure Emma is aware of what's she insinuating. "Emma, you're not in the right state of mind. You don't-"
"Then make me in the right state of mind. It hurts, Regina," she whimpers pitifully as pain races up and down her spine. She writhes on the bed and Regina tucks her hands into her back pocket, unsure as to what to do. She knows she should do, but can she actually go through with it?
She looks at the door, then back at Emma when a pained groan strikes her right to her heart. Her Alpha side is screaming at her to take pity on the poor Omega and take care of her. To heed to the omega's orders. Had Regina not marked her? Had she not sworn to make Emma's hers?
But what if she doesn't actually want it? What if it's just the heat speaking? How do I make sure?
Qualms crowded her mind. "Emma," she breathed out. "I need to make sure you really want this."
Oh god, was Regina still deliberating over this? With a rough hand motion she jerked Regina down by the wrist, hot fingers circling colder skin. "Regina, I want you to fuck me and now. How much clearer can I be?"
Regina feels the telltale sign of herself hardening, leaking pre-cum into her not at all suitable underwear. The words are so visceral, practically animilistically growled out. Her body shudders as she forcefully holds herself back from straddling Emma and granting her wish.
Yet, this could all be the heat, even as Regina's heart leaps at the chance of it being more. "You're not of clear mind-" she mumbles, forcing herself to say this past lips that want to devour Emma's own, want to bite and nip at pale skin.
"I'm in fucking pain," and here Emma clamps down hard on Regina's wrist as a wave of pain forces her to squirm on sheets. "And I give you permission to fuck me until I can think properly, function properly. I don't mind that it's you. You're the only alpha I want. And then we can have a chat about all this, okay?" she speaks once she regains her breath.
Oh, how tempting this all is. And Emma is not making it easier to deal with.
"Move over," Regina insists in a tight voice, and the way Emma's eyes light up mean she's gotten the wrong idea. Regina quickly amends that. "I'm not going to sleep with you Emma. I won't do it when you it's only the curse talking through you," she says as she lies down in the space Emma makes for her.
Emma's face falls. Of course she should have expected this. To be rejected. What had she been expecting? For Regina to jump up for joy at this vulgar command? "Why not?" she asks, hurt, a pain almost worse than the one ravaging her body right now. "This...this isn't the curse," she admits, biting on her lower lip and looking down as if deeply ashamed to say this out loud. Regina settles down, mimicking Emma's pose of lying turned in towards one another, head resting on bent arm. Regina makes sure to leave space between them. A respectable amount of space.
Her heart picks up at Emma's words and she finds herself leaning a bit closer, wanting to ardently know what is going to come out next.
Emma stays silent for a while, before letting out a disappointed sigh when Regina doesn't say anything to prevent her from having to go on. "I've been...attracted to you for a long time. And this curse is only bringing this out to the surface. I swear ever since we became friends I stopped thinking that way about you...for the most part," she awkwardly admits as another spasm of pain runs through her.
Still, Regina says nothing and it's beginning to hurt, this silence. She looks up to meet Regina's eyes and finds the woman smiling gently, affection in her eyes. Somehow, their hearts have matched up, but in an most inopportune time. Despite that, Regina is delighted. She will no longer have to temper her words or her touches around Emma. She is free to lavish her with the affection and cherish she deserves.
"I have too," she admits, cupping Emma's hot cheek in her hand. Her cool palm is a welcome touch and it soothes Emma's body. "But I'm not going to squander our feelings over something as trivial as a heat," she adds sternly, tucking back a damp strand of blonde hair behind an ear.
"This heat doesn't fucking feel trivial," Emma groans out, squeezing her eyes shut as a bolt of arousal strikes between her legs like a red hot iron.
Regina can feel her own body react to it and she shifts her legs, cursing the non wavering stiffness in between.
"I know," she soothingly repeats, wanting Emma to have some peace. Unknowingly she must have released some pheromones to help calm Emma down a bit. The blonde reacts though not by much. "Keep touching me," she insists. "It helps. It calms down my inner omega or whatever is inside me. I'd call it a demon, but you know, that's just me."
Regina can't help but chuckle at this, because in her opinion, this system is what has lead to so many good alphas turning bad because of instincts. And for so much harm to come to good omegas. And betas...well not many paid too much attention to them. They were calm folk and sort of drifted between the tidal waves caused by alphas and omegas mixing.
So Regina does just that, stroking Emma's cheek with her thumb as Emma tries to relax but fails, given the stressed lines on her face even as her eyes flutter closed. This is a brief and delicate moment despite the pheromones saying otherwise and Regina reveals in it, in the one calm before the storm will descend.
"You know," Emma says, when the silence has drawn on for long. A silence of no respite for both her and Regina's bodies are battle grounds right now. "We basically confessed our feelings in a really lame way. I wasn't planning on it coming out that way."
Regina arches her brows. "You were planning on telling me?" Emma had given barely indication she was interested in Regina in that way, not that Regina wasn't happy to find out she was.
"Well...no," Emma honestly answers, a bit abashed in this commentary. Her free hand has slipped down to play with Regina's free hand. Their fingers intertwine on the covers, locking and unlocking in a playful manner. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But the heat has me blurting out things I normally wouldn't. Like how I really want to kiss you right now, because we had a love confession and all, and when that usually happens, there's a kiss."
"Really?" Regina teases. She didn't take Emma for being one to follow that romance cliche.
"I figure it's not too crazy for us to do, considering we basically humped against a wall for my protection," Emma explains in an entirely endearing manner. She shouldn't fear Regina rejecting her. It's just a simple kiss. And after holding out feelings for Emma for so long, it only makes sense. Everything else can come after the heat abides.
"If my omega asks so nicely," Regina smiled before her smile froze, dropping. Damn. She hadn't meant to say it like that-hadn't mean to call Emma my omega. She's about ready to back pedal on her verbal slip up but Emma barely seems to notice it, her head leaning forward. Her own hand comes up to cup Regina's cheek as they get closer and closer, Regina all too mindful of keeping her lower half away from Emma.
Emma shouldn't be turned on so much at the thought of kissing Regina, but honestly, her body was craving even a hint of physical contact with Regina. It was so exciting to finally press her mouth against her, to taste her, to slip a tongue in between those plump lips. The first touch was pure bliss. Light, soft, and just barely there. It lasted all of two seconds because Emma couldn't hold back. She wanted more.
She pressed in closer, kissing harder, breathing loudly through her nose as Regina did the same. Moans filtered through the air and they began to lose themselves in each others sweet kisses. Mouths opened to let tongues in, until Emma was fisting Regina's hair hard, trying to drag her ever closer, but Regina stubbornly remained not entirely in reach. Her damned legs were away and Emma wanted her wrapped around her pulsating body like a koala to a vine. She hooked her leg around Regina's, placed two hands on her lower back and pulled her in, letting out a shocked gasp when she felt something hard and hot press between the apex of her thighs.
Regina immediately scrambled to get up, panic on her face. She didn't want Emma finding out about her new anatomy. She didn't want her friend to feel weird about it. And with Regina's mussed up hair, she looked adorable in her hurry. "I'm sorry," she gasped out, but Emma did not tell her get away. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted. Some respite. Already some of the pain had left her body and that was only been because of Regina's light touches and kisses. More would provide a better relief for Emma.
"Don't be," she insisted. She tugged Regina down by her wrist and the woman reluctantly rejoined her, though with some space between them again. Her cheeks were flushed red and she was panting hard, like she was ready to run a marathon away. It didn't take long for Emma to figure out what had Regina so frightened off.
"Since when do you have a dick?" she asked without judgment or disgust. Instead the look of hunger on her face only doubled.
"It's part of the curse," Regina grunts out as her mind blanks a little when Emma captures her lips in hers again for a heated kiss. A hungry kiss that has Regina's head spinning until she feels dumb for ever wanting to deny Emma anything.
"The only good part of it," Emma murmurs, as their lips separate with a wet pop and she pushes Regina down onto her back, hovering over her.
"What are you doing?" Regina asks, because naturally, they're on the precipice of falling down the rabbit hole again and neither of them seem to know how to stop it.
"Damn it, Regina, at least let me have this if you won't fuck me during my heat," Emma growled out, the omega inside her overriding her senses, and Regina let herself by straddled as Emma sat on top of the bulge straining at her zipper.
A/N: So uh, Alpha Bottom Regina and Omega Top Emma?