Adrenlize Me
Jealousy and love, envy, lust, corruption, fear,
welcome to the headache I wake up with everyday
-The Nearly Deads-
A/N: Got a suggestion for Regina and Emma to meet outside of the play sessions. So this is more character building than kink.
"Swan!" Ruby bursts into the changing room of the Poor Souls and wraps Emma up into a hug before the blonde can even respond.
"Whoa, what's going on?" she asks when Ruby finally sets her down and the world stops spinning.
"Belle French came back!" Ruby squeals and dances over to her locker, stripping clothes on the way.
Emma smiles at this, secretly pleased with herself and with Belle. It seems her friend has taken her advice and come back for a session. "And how was it?"
"Aww, so cute!" Ruby gushes. "She's so innocent and pure and I just want to break her."
Emma can relate to wanting to break in a sub for the first time. The heady rush of being able to corrupt someone and turn them to the dark side is addictive.
"What kind of kinks did you do today?" They don't discuss work outside of these walls, so it's perfectly fine to fish for details now, especially since Belle isn't a NDA client like Regina.
"Just sensory deprivation. But eventually we're going to run the whole gamut. Belle's not sure what she likes or doesn't like. It'll be up to me to find out what she likes." Ruby is positively gleeful.
"I haven't seen you this happy since you had that August guy all those months back." Emma tries to say this with levity but fails to do, concern for her friend and co worker overwhelming her mind.
"And I haven't seen you this mopey since Lily." It's said breezily but it hits like a brick.
Emma winces internally at that and keeps her smile plastered on. "Just don't be too enthusiastic. She might not become a regular."
Ruby huffs. "Why do you have to rain on my parade, Emma?"
"Because someone does. I wish someone did for me when it came to Lily," and Emma slams her locker closed and exits the club, rushing out into the rain with her hoodie pulled over her head.
As she leaves she can feel a pair of eyes on her but when she checks, there is no one in the alley by the club and shrugging, she pulls her hoodie closer and hurries home.
The next morning, Emma pulls herself out of bed relatively early. It's her day off at Poor Souls. The girls schedules are varied. Some work during the day, others during the night, and Emma usually shifts her schedules around to get rid of the monotony there. She typically doesn't go in on Wednesday's and Sunday's, leaving her time to do whatever it is. Friday's and Saturday's are the most lucrative days so she wants to make sure she's there for them and because she's a steady income bringer she gets top bill on what days and hours she wants. However, she's thinking of switching up her days again because she wants Saturday's free instead even though she knows she'll be losing out cash. But with Regina funding her pockets she's not really worried for now.
She washes up, gets breakfast, and with a bottle of water and her ipod strapped to her arm, she heads out to the gym. She needs to keep up the quality of her body- it is her biggest money maker right now. She's halfway to the gym, taking backstreets to avoid people- she's not really a people person this early on- when she sees something that makes her stall.
It's a Mercedes sloppily pulled over, hood up and a pea coat clad figure hunching over it, cursing under their breath and fiddling with something inside.
The cut of that dark hair, those tall heels- it's quite clear who it is and Emma's heart begins to beat harder than it had during the jog.
She licks her lips and deliberates if she should go up to Regina or not but when the mayor's head jerks up, an ugly snarl on her lips, their eyes catch and Emma knows she can't walk away now. Besides, the streets are empty. Regina will not be getting any help from anyone else right now.
"Need a hand?" Emma wags her brows and she can't help the way innuendo slips into her voice.
Regina scoffs. "And what help could you possibly provide?" Her tone is more scathing than usual and Emma can forgive it because of the fact of how frustrated Regina looks.
"I've actually fixed up a couple of cars. One of my foster dad's used to work as a mechanic and he'd make me help out," Emma supplies and doesn't know why she's divulging this much. Regina just messes up all her internal workings and has her acting inadvisably.
"You were a foster kid?" Regina asks, stepping aside as Emma peers in under the hood and does a quick scan.
"You don't know that? You didn't do a background search on me?" Emma asks and the way Regina doesn't say anything for a full two seconds confirms the fact. "You did." Emma can't seem to be mad about that. Regina's the mayor- she couldn't have some murderer servicing her. Emma can't be upset even of the fact that Regina now knows Emma spent time serving in juvie for petty stealing.
"I was merely curious. You checked all my backgrounds," she huffs out, folding her arms over chest as if begging Emma to fight her on this.
"For good reason. We can't have ill people infecting the girls, or some abusive assholes coming in to beat on them."
"Same applies to my case. I had to make sure you were..." and Regina waves her hand here, thinking better on it and dismissing the topic. "Did you find out what's wrong with the car?"
"It's overheated. How fast were you going in this thing?" Emma asks, wiping the grim of the car off on her gym leggings- she's going to sweat them out anyways and wash them later.
"Can you fix it?" Regina avoids answering.
"Yea," Emma pops open her water bottle and pours it into the carburetor. "You just need some water." Regina watches, skeptical.
Bottle of water all poured, Emma turns to Regina. "Try the car now."
Regina goes to the driver side and turns the car on. It sputters to life and she barely is able to hide her surprise that it works. Emma grins smugly. She loves surprising the mayor. "I would take the car to the shop though. It'll need to get carburetor fluid properly."
"I owe you a thanks," Regina said stiffly as if she wasn't used to thanking others too often.
"You don't owe me a thanks. You owe me a bottle of water now," Emma said cheekily.
"This was all a ploy to get me to buy you something, wasn't it Miss Swan?" Regina said and there was a glimmer in her eyes that indicated she was joking around otherwise it would have been impossible to tell by her harsh tone of voice. "I think I spoiled you."
Emma nears Regina at this, the only thing separating them being the open door. "I think I've spoiled you," she grins cheekily and their eyes lock, emerald on citrine and god, this is so weird, actually seeing Regina out of their play sessions. It reminds Emma that what they have is really happening and Regina's a whole other being outside of that collar and leash.
Clearing her throat, Regina steps back. "My gas is idling, Miss Swan. Get in the car."
And even the way Regina calls her Miss Swan. It's almost as much of a turn on as when she calls Emma mistress.
It takes a moment for Emma to realize that Regina has spoken. "Get in your car? What is this? A kidnapping?"
Regina scoffs. "Hardly. If I wanted someone gone I wouldn't have to but lift a finger."
"Ooo, I'm shaking in my boots." Emma mocks and Regina does not look amused except she kind of does.
"Get in," Regina orders one more time and Emma ducks into the passenger side. The car is cool leather inside and it smells overwhelmingly like Regina. Heavy scents with the tinge of apple cinnamon. Emma can't help herself from breathing in deeply and hopes Regina doesn't notice her doing so. She's nervous, sitting inside Regina's car. But she tries to not show it.
Both inside, Regina pulls away from the curb smoothly.
"Where are you taking me?" Emma is curious and can't help wanting to know.
"To get you that water. I can't have you collapsing and then blaming me on your dehydration," Regina said with a quirk of her lip.
"I was only joking. I can easily afford to get another water bottle."
"It seems only fair in exchange for you helping me."
And the car ride is silent after that, Emma tapping her hands on her thighs because she doesn't do well with tense atmosphere's and this atmosphere is tense as fuck. There is so much tension between them that Emma could cut it with a knife. She can feel Regina's eyes skirting back and forth from her, using the rearview mirror to do so. Emma tries to focus her gaze solely on the outside but she couldn't keep it trained there, the soft tapping of Regina's nails on her steering wheel dragging her attention to them. They were painted a deep purple that matched the purple of Regina's button up shirt. And Emma wondered how it would feel to have them rake down her back, leaving deep scratch marks as Regina twisted in ecstasy.
"Can I help you miss Swan?" Regina asks when she notices Emma's hot stare on her hands.
"I was uh, just admiring your manicure. It's nice," Emma says lamely and turns to look out the window, feeling the back of her neck heat up.
Regina doesn't say anything to that but Emma can catch her satisfied smirk in the weak reflection of the window. They eventually pull over to a small grocery store and Regina rummages in her purse before holding out a crisp five dollar bill to Emma. "Here," she adds on when Emma just looks at the money. "Take this for the water."
"That's more than the water is worth," Emma protests lightly. She doesn't want to take more than she needs to. And she doesn't want to leave this car. Not yet, not even though the tension here is enough to kill her.
"It's fine. I have plenty more where this came from."
Of course she does. She's the mayor.
They continue holding their gazes locked until Emma finally makes a move, having realized she had leaned in too closely towards Regina.
Emma takes the bill, making sure their fingers don't brush against each other, and pockets it. "Thanks," she manages out and hurries out of the car so fast she almost trips. She goes to the store without looking back until she can hear the press of tires on concrete that indicate Regina has driven away. When Emma now looks she can see the red tail lights and she breathes easy, though she feels worked up and badly in need of something to take her attentions away from Regina.
That day she pummels the gym bag so hard she breaks it, and when she finishes her water bottle for some strange sentimental reason she wants to keep it, but she forces herself to throw it out.
"Drinks!" Ruby says immediately as Emma opens the door to her apartment.
Emma is not impressed. "Ruby, what the fuck-"
"It's been a while since we've gone out and played hide the pickle with the local men. Also, it's time to get a drink. We've been sober for too long."
"Ruby, we both drank last night."
"By sober I mean we haven't blacked out," Ruby smiles as she gets let into Emma's apartment because it's too cold to stay in the doorway. She pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniel's from her purse and sets it with a bang on Emma's counter. "Come on, let's get partying."
Emma isn't enthused. "I wasn't planning on going out tonight."
"But I'm here, so now you are."
Emma lets out a laugh at that. Ruby is an annoying shit for sure. Emma finds it endearing."And what are we celebrating?"
Ruby shrugs. "Do we have to celebrate anything?"
"So this is just you being horny, then, isn't it?"
Ruby fake gasps. "No, what gave you that idea?"
Emma hasn't been out in clubs since forever. Since this whole mess with Regina began actually. Crushing on the mayor kinda makes it hard for Emma to be interested in anyone else. Being bisexual, Emma has no issue with getting laid with either gender, though she does prefer the female sex more. Ruby is bisexual herself though her bisexuality extends to pretty much kissing girls and thinking they're hot rather than full blow sex like she has with men.
Though with Belle things might change. Emma won't know until later.
"I'm pretty set with sex for now," Emma explains because she's had the best orgasms when fantasizing of Regina but Ruby doesn't need to know that.
"Self penetration does not count. And I'm talking about having a body in your bed that doesn't have to do with work either."
Emma rolls her eyes, cracks open the Jack Daniel's. "I'm getting too old for this," she complains and Ruby rolls her eyes. "Quit complaining and lets get draining." And to prove her point she drains the cup that Emma has just poured out.
"Aw shit, forgot how much that burns," she hisses to herself and coughs while Emma watches her pain in amusement.
They pregame for an hour or so, or until Emma is buzzed enough to want to go out and grind on some bodies. She dresses, putting on a crop top and some tight leather jeans and does up her hair into a high ponytail with big fat curls. Red lipstick is quickly applied and so is mascara before Ruby is pulling Emma out the door and they're walking over to the clubs.
The clubs and bars in Storybrooke are mainly all situated on a three block radius which makes it easy to bar hop. They start at the Rabbit Hole first, buying several shots and drinks for consumption, chatting animatedly with the people there. Ruby is a social butterfly and Emma is content to watch her friend go around making new friends while she sips on her drink at the bar and thinks about the mayor with a strange fondness.
"You look lonely," a woman saddles up to her, voice thick with a foreign accent. Emma has never seen her around before. Usually it's the same faces in the bars and clubs each week and this woman is certainly new here. She's got orange hair and an affinity for the color green, giving her strikingly bright dress in this drab bar.
"I'm not. I have Jack to keep me warm," Emma says, raising her glass in show before gulping down half of it.
"Perhaps you could use the company of Jim Bean?" the new comer says slyly as she sits next to Emma. She raises her hand for the bar tender to serve her that drink choice and waits patiently for her order.
"You're new here," and it's not a question but a statement.
"I am." The woman grins and there is something delightfully mischievous about that smile even though the woman hasn't done anything yet.
"What for?"
"Just visiting my sister in this bore of a town. I don't normally spend my time in such hovels," and she gives a high curl of her lip here. A high maintenance bitch, nice. "But there's nothing else to do on a Friday night."
"What about hanging out with your sister?"
"She's busy with her boy toy and I decided that was too much heternormativity for me so I came out here, hoping to find some gays."
Well, this woman is certainly forthcoming with her sexuality, and with her barely concealed interest in Emma as she rakes her eyes over the low cut on Emma's shirt and on the flannel she is wearing over it. "Have you found one?" Emma asks, not rising to the bait, to confirming she is somewhat gay.
The redhead tips her head, smiles in a more subdued manner. "I may have not. Or I may have. It all depends on how the night goes." She receives her drink and sips on it, swirling her tongue on her lips as she gives Emma a look imbued with meaning.
Emma chuckles at this. "Sorry to report but Storybrooke's a pretty closeted town. You may have to go outside it for what you truly want." Emma doesn't know if she's looking to hook up this night. Her thoughts are too filled with Regina and she isn't sure sex would help erase the woman from her mind.
But the new comer was not easily deterred. "You'll find I'm a whole lot of fun," and her voice is just low enough that it surprisingly sparks a heat between Emma's legs and she decides, why not. Maybe sex can help her pitiful brooding. She won't know until she tries it.
"Are you a top or bottom?"
"Top," the woman shoots back without hesitation. Emma chuckles at this again.
"So am I. This might be problematic."
The woman is quiet a moment as she purses her lips, considering something. "Well, I see no issue if you were to...fight me on it."
"Whoever comes out on top, is the top?" Emma arches a brow and the woman smiles at her.
"Exactly."
And the idea of fighting for dominance is entirely too enticing to Emma. She's going to prove to this woman that she doesn't know who she's messing with. That Emma is a dominatrix true and true.
"Let me just tell me friend," Emma makes to get up but the woman's hand on her upper arm stills her.
"Why don't we enjoy the night a little longer? Dance, have some more drinks. Talk."
Emma nods her agreement. "Sure."
The woman grabs Emma's hand and leads her out onto the dance floor. And the rest of the night is a blur of dancing and drinking, a British voice in her ear and loud, loud music.
Emma wakes up the next morning to soft sheets and a pounding headache along with various other aches in her body. As she slowly sits up, she thinks this place looks familiar. It's not her bedroom certainly, but it is somewhere she's been before. The BnB? She thinks. For sure she's had one night stands at that place. But unless this is the VIP suite this doesn't look like the inn. It's too nice for that.
She groans and gets up, sliding on her clothes from last night that are strewn all over the place. The whole bedroom is a mess like a tornado swept through it, and it's an adequate feeling for how damn intense that red haired woman is. She pushed Emma up against every surface in this room she could find which explains the knocked over lamps, the fallen picture frames, and the sheets that look almost ripped in half. But Emma had won in the end, had gotten to be the one on top and angry score marks line her back as a prize.
Emma is sore from last night and she's going to be feeling it for a while.
She quietly tip toes through the house, wondering where her hook up even went. Did she go to work? Run when she sobered up and realized who Emma was? Grimacing, Emma rinses her mouth out with water and combs her fingers through her hair to make herself look more presentable, wincing when she sees the big hickey under her jaw. Then she goes downstairs from where the smell of bacon sizzling greets her.
With a jolt she realizes she doesn't even know the other woman's name and as she rounds the corner, hoping to ask her, she freezes solid.
Regina's at the stove, back turned to her, and frying bacon. She's wearing a negligee of purple satin, one that from this angle reveals the smooth expanse of her upper back and her legs. Her hair is naturally curly, messy waves that curl around her chin. Emma finds that cute for some reason.
Regina's not aware that Emma is here, watching her, and Emma feels too frozen to even say anything, wondering why the fuck Regina is here. No, wait, this is Regina's house. Emma can recognize that fridge, the same fridge she'd pulled those ice cubes out of to fuck Regina. So why the fuck is she in Regina's house? Did she stumble in drunkenly? Did she break in?
Her tortured thoughts are cut short by a loud gasp and the plastic thunk of the cooking spoon falling onto the ground. Regina's turned around and noticed Emma standing like a deer in headlights in her doorway.
"What are you doing here?" she accuses, brown eyes distrusting.
Suddenly things make sense. "Wait, you're her sister? But you don't even look alike!" They don't! One is pasty like Styrofoam with red hair and the other sun kissed and brunette.
Now Regina looks confused even more. "What?"
The loud slam of the front door opening makes the both of them jump. "Good morning!" the intruder screams at the top of her lungs and strides into the space where the two women are.
"Ah, Emma darling," the woman says, brightening up considerably at the blonde's appearance.
Emma stiffens because this woman has unintentionally given away Emma's real name. Now Regina knows it. But she shouldn't be worried over that. Right now the mayor is focusing laser pointed rage at her sister.
"You took your time sleeping in," the woman coos as she slings an arm over Emma's shoulder and Emma suddenly feels very uncomfortable to be here. "You must have been all tuckered out by all our activities last night." Emma flushes when she sees Regina's lips part open in shock at that.
"I thought it was the raccoon getting into the trash again that made all that noise."
"Nope, it was us." The woman bops Emma on the nose playfully before passing them into the kitchen where she grabs a banana from the fruit bowl. "You may have to get a new lamp sis. I think we broke it," she says around a mouthful of the fruit. "Oh, and some new sheets. We really tore up the guest room."
There is a red tint to Regina's face that can't be healthy. She clenches her fists. "Zelena! What did I tell you about-"
"Ta ta!" Zelena waves off Regina and escapes up the stairs. Regina follows after her. "We are not done here! How many times have I told you picking up random strangers is not a healthy life choice!"
There's further screaming upstairs and the slamming of doors and Emma just stands there dumbly, feeling like she has intruded on something she shouldn't. She doesn't know what to do. Should she just leave? But then she smells burning and leaps into action to save the bacon.
In that way she accidentally makes breakfast.
When the two Mills' women come back downstairs, Regina looks ticked off while Zelena is smiling gleefully, clearly amused by this. For some reason Emma thinks she's going to have a love hate relationship with the red haired woman. She's probably not wrong.
"What's this? You cooked us breakfast?" Zelena smiles, fluttering her lashes in an exaggerated style. Emma has made eggs, bacon, with a side of toast and some orange slices that were squeezed into freshly made orange juice. She felt the need to do this because she wanted to take the edge off of the tension going on between them all. "I should keep you around," Zelena commented as she sat down to enjoy her meal. Regina did so more reluctantly, taking the chair farthest from Emma and purposefully avoiding looking at her.
"I'm not a pet," Emma mumbled out, avoiding looking at Regina as she said this.
"You certainly don't roll over on your belly like one. And you're more bite than bark." She winked lasciviously at Emma. "I think I have bruises from how hard you went."
Emma flushes at this, very well aware of Regina's aggravated fork stabs. "Yea, uh, thanks."
"And I can see I did a handy job on you too," she grinned over her orange juice, and now Emma felt Regina eyeing her hickey.
Emma smiled thinly at this but the woman didn't stop going. "Perhaps next time I come to visit my sister again, I might call you up again. You certainly made it a night to remember."
There is the rattle of cutlery as Regina slams her hands onto the tabletop. "Stop this debauched talk at the breakfast table. I will not allow such conversation to take place under my roof."
Strange, there certainly was a lot of dirty talk between us here in your house before, Emma thinks but bites down on her tongue.
"Oh please," Zelena scoffs mightily and rolls her eyes. "Just because Robin has all the sexual appeal and talent of a stick stuck in mud doesn't mean I can't have my sordid fun."
Emma can't hold back a chuckle at this. This certainly explains one reason why Regina has been coming to her.
Regina shoots betrayed eyes to Emma but the blonde purposefully avoids looking at her. "Why don't you tell me more about yourself," she intercepts, ever trying to steer away from the awkwardness of post sex talk.
"What about me?" Zelena is apparently delighted to be the center of attention.
"Where do you come from?"
"I'm from England. Lived there pretty much all my life with my pops before I moved to the US for a couple of years for uni and then moved back for work."
"What do you do for work?"
"Fashion. I run my own clothing line. You may not have seen it yet, because it's only local, but I'm working on expanding it's reach."
"What's the brand called?"
"Wicked Witch. It focuses on night wear and undergarments for the wicked soul," Zelena winks. "You may have seen me wearing some of my product yesterday. Or not, given how quickly you tore it all off."
Regina pushes herself from the table at this. "I'm going to finish eating in the kitchen."
"Do you two know each other?" Zelena asks in a low voice when Regina is gone.
Emma starts at this, eyes going wide. "No. We don't. Why do you say that?"
"Because the two of you seem to be trying awfully hard to not look at each other. Did you two fuck before or something?"
Emma doesn't have anything in her mouth to spit take so instead she chokes on her saliva. "N-no," she coughs, turning bright red.
Zelena makes a hmmm noise but doesn't seem convinced. "You know she's not my real sister. Only half sister."
"Really?" Emma eagerly latches on, eager to get away from the topic of sleeping with Regina.
"Same mother, different father. Though mother wanted her, and not me," Zelena makes a sour face at this and Emma feels for her.
"At least one parent wanted you. Both of mine didn't."
Zelena reaches over and pats Emma's hand. "Kindred spirits, the two of us." And the rest of breakfast is spent talking about shitty home lives, trying to one up each other as to who had it worse. Emma wins naturally.
Zelena takes to the kitchen to clear the plates and Emma excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She's just finished washing her hands and turning the knob to exit when she finds a stormy looking Regina on the other side.
"We need to talk," she growls out and shoulders her way into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Emma already knows this won't be good and she prepares herself for whatever next the mayor might have to say. But it's not like this whole situation is Emma's fault. She didn't know Zelena was Regina's sister. What are the odds of that?
"Okay, shoot," Emma rubs her hands together and takes a step back. Regina is crowding the big bathroom with her anger and Emma needs space. She feels like a child about to be scolded.
"You slept with my sister. Are you trying to sabotage me?"
That is a big accusation to make, and one Emma isn't expecting. "Are you kidding me? Why would I try to sabotage you?"
"Then why did you sleep with her?"
"I didn't know she was your sister. You don't exactly look alike!" Emma threw up her hands. "And I slept with her because I have needs, Regina. Everyone does. If being clean is the issue that's bothering you, don't worry, I get tested often. But I didn't do it to sabotage you. I still don't know where you got that idea from!"
"So you weren't trying to infiltrate my family?" Regina asks slowly but deathly pissed off. She's been like this the whole morning.
"Infiltrate?" And Emma is aware her voice is going up in pitch but she can't help herself. This is absurd.
"We have a NDA, and I don't want you talking about my sister to anyone," Regina jabs the air, eyes dark.
Emma suddenly gets the feeling this isn't about the NDA but something else.
"Tell me why you're really mad."
"I just did. You have no right to intrude yourself into my private life anymore than you already have."
"It wasn't on purpose," Emma grits out behind clenched teeth, nostrils flaring. "How many times do I have to tell you that?"
They're staring at each other, chests heaving, air filled with a heavy heat.
Emma has no idea who makes the first move but next thing she knows the both of them are kissing, hard. Teeth clank against teeth and hands skitter all over as if trying to grab and hold onto everything but unable to as their bodies impact together. Emma at last fists her hands into Regina's hair and Regina curls hers around Emma's waist as they slam into the wall, momentarily knocking the air out of Regina.
That doesn't deter her from kissing Emma. The kisses are wet and messy and Emma nips on Regina's bottom lip before the brunette tears her mouth away and begins to lave up and down Emma's neck, stopping on the hickey under Emma's jaw and sinking her teeth into the flesh there.
"Jesus!" Emma cries out at the sudden pain but Regina doesn't relent, only tightens her hold before letting go with a pop. It's almost like she wants to erase Zelena's marks off of Emma.
Emma doesn't like how pushy her pet is becoming. Emma rips Regina's hands from Emma's hips and pins them up against the wall above her head, using her hips to do the same with Regina's hips. Regina is stretched tight, her chest arching up nicely because of her new position.
"Are you jealous, pet?" Emma's voice is dark and a mixture of anger and frustration and something hotter trickles through her veins.
"Jealous of what? Trash like you?"
In retaliation Emma slips her thigh in between Regina's legs and rocks hard, almost painfully so.
Regina lets out a harsh choked gasp.
"Wrong answer," Emma growls, lips prowling the expanse of Regina's neck, striking over her pulse point and sucking it in.
"There is no other answer," Regina insists stubbornly and Emma rocks into her again. This time Regina can't manage to stifle the moan that comes out.
"You know what I think. I think you were jealous," Emma says, nipping with her teeth all over Regina's neck until she leaves little red raised marks. "I think you were jealous that your sister got to fuck me. Because you know how good of a lay I am. You know how skilled my tongue and my fingers are. And you wish it was you in her place. You wish it was you who was screaming her lungs out, cumming so hard you couldn't tell left from right." Emma now trails her nose over Regina's chest bone, inhaling her fragrance. One of woods and rich heady apple cinnamon spice. She can feel Regina's wetness seeping through her pants material and it delights her to know the effect she has on this ornery woman.
Regina still tries. "That's not- I wouldn't-"
"Well you don't get to have me. Naughty pets don't get rewarded." And at this Emma drops back, leaving Regina flustered and breathing unevenly against the wall. Emma took in the image of that, of how uncomposed Regina was, eyes bright and shiny, and with a satisfied smirk, she left.
And that day as she made her way home, thoughts focused on Regina, she was unaware of the eyes following her once more.
A/N: I don't know anything about cars, so let's pretend pouring water in can actually fix a vehicle.