Adrenlize Me
I'll hold you tight, never let you go,
Hey, I'm getting under your skin
You're stuck with me until the end,
How does it feel to be haunted?
-Diamante-
A/N: Just wanted to clarify some plot related things in general for this story.
1) Killian's role in this story is a minor character and as such I have no plans on extending his role into a grander story line. Additionally he serves another purpose which I will explain later when the story gets to that point.
2)The whole Zelena/Emma thing was a one off event and was done so as Emma could inadvertently become involved in Regina's life more, additionally to make Regina realize she's jealous of sharing Emma (even though she denies it and might not entirely be aware of it), and to start a Zelena/Emma friendship.
Also, thank you for the support on this story. I appreciate all my readers.
"Swan, I've got bad news," Ursula is the one to call Emma at six in the morning and wake her up from her pleasant dreams.
"Bad news? Why, what happened?" Emma asks groggily, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
"It's Killian," comes in her boss's voice on the other end. "He's exposing you."
Emma's jaw drops open. "What?" she screams out, all traces of sleep gone. "He's exposing me?"
"Yes, he's threatening to reveal that you work for Poor Souls, and what your full name is, and where you come from- all that she bang."
"How does he know all this?"
"He probably went to Sidney Glass is my guess, and got him to hack this information on you. Maybe he followed you around? It is a small town."
"Shit." Emma rubs her forehead in worry. "Why would he do this?" but it's a rhetorical question. She knows why he is doing this. Because she dumped his ass as a client. "Shit, shit. What the fuck do I do now?" Emma flops back onto the mattress; it too early in the morning to deal with this bullshit.
Suddenly it makes more sense as to why she had felt like she was being followed the past week and a half. That creep must have been trailing her through town. Cold dread filters down her spine. Did he follow her to her apartment? If he did, then did he see Regina arriving here? Did...did he know?
Fuck.
And it's not like Emma can even tell Ursula about this because Emma broke the rules by allowing Regina to come to her place in the first place. What the fuck is she going to do? Both Ursula and Regina will have her ass if this comes to light. Her stomach twists and she feels like she's going to be sick.
"I'm going to handle it the best I can. If he leaks your information I can sue his ass for privacy reasons."
"And what am I to do?" Her voice is weak.
"Stay your ass at home. We don't need you out on these streets if his expose lands."
"This is fucked up," Emma states, pinching her brow.
"I know. But I won't let him get away with it," Ursula says resolutely and hangs up. Emma barely resists the urge to throw her phone against the wall because it's not her phones fault she had to hear such bullshit this early on. She lands pitifully in bed for a couple more moments before she gets up and decides she might as well get breakfast started.
She takes out her anger on cracking eggs and on stirring them violently on the pan. Eating something helps her feel slightly better but it doesn't take the edge off of her anger. How dare Killian do this! How dare he! It's against the rules, against basic human courtesy.
If his smug face ever showed up again she would deck him so hard, he'd end up into next week. What was he even hoping to accomplish with this? Was he hoping she would get scared and ask him to come back? Fat chance of that. She only wanted him farther away.
There was too much tension in Emma's body. She needed an outlet and she couldn't stay home where she would only think on him and her current issue because there was nothing to distract her. So, ignoring Ursula's warnings to stay home, Emma put on some gym clothes and went outside. It was time to pound the shit out of the local gym bag.
Imagining Killian's face on the bag helped immensely. And two hours later, Emma finally felt some of that burning anger leaving her, replaced by the burn of muscles fully stretched. She packed her shit up and left, trudging back home, now filled with something akin to despair. What the fuck was she going to do about this situation. Would there be any way to salvage it? Her brain hurt just thinking about it.
When she got to her apartment, she was not expecting to see Regina perched on her kitchen counter, flicking through her work emails.
"I thought Ursula told you explicitly to stay home while all this was sorted out," she said without looking up. And casually at that too, as if Regina normally broke into people's apartments on the daily.
"How did you get in here?" Emma gaped at the audacity of this woman to break into her place. Mayor or not, she shouldn't do that.
"That's not important; what is important is the issue Ursula had called me about to warn me. She told me one of your old clients was digging into your history and that I should dissociate myself from you and the company until it blew over."
If that was the case, then why was Regina not listening to Ursula's advice and sitting in Emma's apartment? She had accused Emma of not listening but here she was, doing the same. But Emma wasn't going to point that out.
"Now, I'd like to hear it from your own mouth, what transpired between you and Killian for him to go so far as to try to expose you," Regina finished clicking something and looked up, dark eyes widening when she noticed Emma's clothing, tight spandex shorts and a sports bra that did nothing to hide her toned form. Regina's eyes lingered on Emma's abs and Emma didn't miss the hungry look on the mayor's face. It was nice to see the effect she had on the mayor even when they weren't playing.
"And why are you all up in my business?" Emma asked defensively, crossing her arms over her stomach and robbing Regina of her view. Regina frowned and looked up. "Because you happen to be connected to me and I don't need it coming out that you and I are associated. I don't need a scandal."
Right, that makes sense. Emma sighs heavily and heads to her fridge to get some water. She chugs down half of it before she responds, Regina watching her throat bob with each swallow. "He got delusional, thinking that what we had during our play sessions was applicable to real life as well. So I had to drop him when he couldn't understand when I explained to him that I wasn't solely his, that he couldn't control who I saw as clients, and that most importantly I wasn't in love with him. And now, he's trying to expose me as revenge."
"Disgusting," Regina mutters out. She hops down from the counter and straightens out her skirt. Grabbing her purse she heads towards the door. Emma is confused by her abrupt departure. "Where are you going?"
"Some of us have actual jobs to do," Regina snaps back over her shoulder and slams Emma's door shut.
Emma's jaw drops open. "Did that bitch just insinuate I don't have a real job?" The amount of arrogance Regina carried would never fail to astonish Emma. She wanted to retort that her job was important, and if it wasn't than Regina could take care of her needs by herself. But the mayor was already gone.
Shaking her head, Emma went up to her shower to wash up. She spent the evening flicking through TV channels and trying hard not to think about Regina's visit. Was the mayor going to do something? She seemed insistent on not wanting herself getting linked to Emma. And the mayor had a lot of power.
But Emma had no way of knowing so she could only wait despite how much she hated being unable to do anything.
At ten pm she got a call from Ursula. "Check the news," was his husky demand and Emma flipped to that channel. They were reporting on a man named Killian Jones. Emma sat up, phone still pressed to her ear.
"Local man charged with counts of stalking and blackmailing a female resident of Storybrooke, whose identity is hidden for her safety, and he is now facing serious jail time."
"Holy fuck," Emma whistled into the phone. "Holy FU-ck. Did you do this?"
"No but I wish I did."
Emma's beliefs are confirmed. "The mayor does not mess around does she?" She's fast, efficient and ruthless.
"She does not. But thanks to her we have one less issue to deal with. You can feel free to come back to work tomorrow. Killian's being held without bail and I doubt the mayor will ever let him walk if only to protect her own reputation."
And that's the end of that problem. But like Ursula said, it's only one less Emma has to deal with, because she's still in too deep with the mayor. Things have gotten out of control. But luckily the next session with the mayor will be the third to last and then Emma can stop whatever this is that is between them.
Emma's in the middle of cooking dinner when her phone buzzes with an unknown number. She thinks about ignoring it, but when the same number calls back three times it means that it isn't a misdial and that someone she knows must be trying to reach her.
"Hello?" she balances the phone between her shoulder and ear as she stirs the pot.
"Emma dearie! How are you?"
"Zelena?" Emma furrows her brows, recognizing that British lilt anywhere. "How did you get my number?"
"You gave it to me."
"No I didn't." Emma never gave her number to one night stands.
"No you didn't," Zelena confirms with a hum. "But I found it, so all is good."
"Found it? Where did you find it?" Emma feels cold dread go down her back. If Zelena found it through her online sex profile than the red haired woman could start connecting dots together. It was bad enough she suspected Emma of having slept with Regina. She didn't need to know about Emma's job and the particular services it provided when they slept together.
"I may have gone through your phone."
Emma is too relieved to sound truly angry. "You don't go through people's phones. That's a violation of privacy."
"You didn't mind it so much when I violated your privates last time."
Emma rolls her eyes. "Why are you calling me?"
"I wanted to see if you were up for a repeat performance?"
That wasn't a good idea for so many reasons (namely not wanting to piss Regina off) but reasons Emma couldn't vocalize to Zelena. So she told her a white lie. "I don't hook up again with my one night stands. Personal policy."
"Shame," Zelena sighed out, not truly sounding put out. "Then who am I to have fun with now?"
"I'm sure you'll find some gay girls to suit your fancy." Emma turned the heat off and emptied her steaming dinner onto the plate.
"Not as much as you suit mine." A pause. "Come hang out with me then."
"Zelena I already said-"
"Not for shagging. I know when no means no. Is it odd to you that I enjoy our conversations?"
"No, not at all." Because Emma did enjoy talking to the red head despite all her odd tendencies.
"Good. Then come hang out with me. We can have some tea and biscuits, or go shopping in the three stores this town has."
Emma laughed at that. Zelena really didn't like Storybrooke. "There's fun things to do. You have to believe me."
"You were my only fun thing to do," Zelena said with exasperation and a bit of the dramatic. "But if you say so I shall believe you. Tomorrow for lunch?"
"Yes."
"Ta ta, dear."
Emma should have known that lunch with Zelena wouldn't have been that easy. They had started off the meal at 12:30 at one of those cute cafes with not so cute price tags. Emma had come under dressed or so Zelena said as much with her distasteful expression. "What?" Emma asked in irritation, snacking on the complimentary biscotti.
"A turtleneck? Really?" Zelena herself was in a dress despite the snow outside.
"I happen to like turtlenecks," Emma said, disgruntled. She also happened to be out of clean clothes.
Zelena merely shook her head and popped open the menu, patting the seat next to her as Emma shrugged off her coat fully. "Sit here, dear. We have guests coming."
"Guests coming?" Emma did as asked, switching her seats, and looking into her own menu. "I thought you didn't have any friends in this town."
Zelena merely smiled a secretive grin, as if Emma should know the answer. And Emma did come to an answer about ten seconds later when she saw a familiar brunette approaching them, followed by a man.
Emma shot Zelena a horrified look. "You invited Reg-the mayor, to this lunch?" the slip up didn't go missed on the red haired woman who simply didn't comment on it for now.
Zelena shrugged innocently. Too innocently. "She's my sister. And the last time the two of you got off on the wrong foot. I want to amend that." Did Zelena know about the screaming match in the bathroom?
But no, that was impossible. She must be referring to the whole bringing a 'stranger' home bit.
Love hate relationship with Zelena indeed. How the fuck was Emma going to explain this to Regina now? The brunette had made it abundantly clear that she didn't want Emma involved in her life any further than she already was.
In fact her eyes had widened upon spotting Emma, the blonde giving her a sheepish look. But like a true politician she quickly covered it up and sat down, Robin sitting next to her. "Zelena, I see you brought a friend. Introduce us," Robin said. He was a handsome man, and kind by the looks of it. Emma felt sick sitting here, knowing what it is she knew. This wasn't the first time she was aware of how she was helping a politician cheat on their spouses but she'd never had to come face to face with them before. This was different.
"This is Emma. Emma, Robin, Regina's fiance," and Emma swore that there was bitterness on the word fiance. She held out her hand and shook it. "And this, of course, is the mayor of our town and my sister, Regina."
Emma shook hands with the brunette. "Pleasure to meet you." But the tight hold on Emma's hand belied the sweet tone of the mayor. Emma tried not to wince and shook her hand out discreetly afterwards. Regina really wasn't happy for Emma to be here.
"I didn't know you had friends in Storybrooke, Zelena. I thought you hated it," Robin said conversationally.
"Oh I do still hate it. Such a bore. But I meet Emma one night and we just clicked. In all the right places."
Emma's not sure if that last sentence is meant to be imbued with sexual meaning but one look at Regina's face confirms it. Her lips are pursed and she's looking down at her menu purposefully to keep from murdering her sister with her eyes.
"She's been showing me the sights, and such sights they are," at this Zelena patted Emma's hand and Emma gave a watery smile. The sexual content was lost on Robin who smiled at them, almost radiating a pure hearted joy. "I'm glad to see you getting along with someone for once."
"I'm the nicest person and easiest person in the world to get along with," Zelena scoffed playfully.
"Easiest, I'm sure of," Regina snorts and Emma nearly laughs out loud at that. Seems the sisters aren't on such good terms.
Zelena shoots Regina a dark look but doesn't do anything else about that.
"How come you're visiting, Zelena?" Robin asks and there is a slight lull in conversation as they place their orders.
"I came to see mother. Even though she likes to think I don't exist, I still care for her. And her health isn't going anywhere well fast. I'd like to say my goodbyes while I still can. Maybe amend a few things, bury the hatchet-"
"I don't think it is quite a good idea to speak on such dreary things when we have a guest here, Zelena. Let's not depress her," Regina cuts in with a barely friendly smile.
She hasn't looked at Emma or referred to her by name once by now, excluding the initial sight of each other.
Zelena takes this into consideration. "Very well then, why don't you tell us the story of how you two meet. It was quite romantic. I'm sure Emma would love to hear it."
Emma's face takes on a look of muted horror that Robin misses. It seems like a lot of things go over his head.
Regina's lip corners dip slightly and before she can reject this idea, Robin jumps in, eager to tell the tale. "We had known each other prior- we both studied at the same college. Yale."
Of course Regina would study at Yale. She was smart enough for it. And probably rich enough too.
"We became friends there, though we both hung out in different circles. And then we graduated. After graduation we both spent our time drifting from political sphere to political sphere, hoping to find suitable work and experience, and we would see each other during those events from time to time. We continued our friendship from there but it wasn't until Cora's party that we truly realized the extent of our feelings." At this Robin grabs and strokes the back of Regina's hand. She smiles at him, though her smile is worn thin. "We had our first dance there, and our first kiss on the balcony under the moonlight."
"So romantic," Zelena gushes and the waiter arrives, discreetly dropping off their food.
"After that we parted ways again, but we had hope to see each other once more. And when Regina finally confessed to wanting to be with me truly, I moved into Storybrooke to be with her. You see, she had ran her own political campaign and I was there to help her finish the race, to give her my moral support. We both worked on helping her run for mayor and she got the position. And now I'm staying with her until she completes her term and then we're going to get married and move out to Boston so I can run for office." Robin is brilliant as he speaks and it's painfully obvious of how in love with Regina he is. Of how he has planned his whole life around her.
There's a lump in Emma's throat. Regina...leaving town? She can't bare to think that.
"And I am grateful for you being by my side," Regina says softly as Robin kisses the back of her knuckles.
"That...that is a nice story," Emma manages to say even as her chest fills with despair. She doesn't even know Regina like this but she hates to think of losing her. She busies herself with eating her dish.
Zelena quickly moves the conversation onto small talk and this time Regina participates and so does Emma, though hesitatingly because she is wary of pissing Regina off any more than she already has with her presence. Emma finishes with her meal first and fiddles with her water, for she has nothing else to occupy her mouth with in order to avoid talking too much.
Suddenly, Zelena's hand finds its way onto Emma's thigh and she nearly spits out her water at the unwarranted touch. She knows she's flushing red but she can't help it. Regina's eyeing her strangely as Zelena and Robin talk about something intently and her gaze drifts from the positioning of Zelena's hand under the table and the way its slightly shaking from rubbing patterns onto Emma's thigh, to Emma's red face. Her gaze sours.
Harried, Emma whips out her phone and texts Zelena under the table.
what r u doing?
There is the unmistakable buzz of a phone going off. "Excuse me, I must get this," and Zelena pulls out her phone to text Emma back.
making my sis jealous
y? Why is Zelena doing that? A sibling rivalry? And then why the hell does Emma need to be involved in this? Why wouldn't Zelena hit on Robin?
because i want to help you, and both you and my sis are idiots
Emma turns to frown at Zelena who ignores her pointedly and puts her phone back into her purse. "Now, where were we?" she turns back to Robin and pretends that talking about the woods is the most interesting thing on the planet.
what is this really about? Zelena? Hello?
But the woman doesn't look at her phone for the remainder of the lunch and so Emma stops texting. She tries to listen in to Robin and Zelena's conversation and almost spits out her water again when she feels something brush against her foot. Once and then more deliberately. She looks up in wonder and confusion at Regina who juts her chin up and holds Emma's stare defiantly. Daring her to say something, before she turns back to the conversation and smoothly inserts a statement like nothing else is going on. Like she isn't rubbing up against her sex for hire with her fiance and sister right there.
Emma just flushes hard. The mayor is playing footsie with her, under the table. Her stocking covered foot is rubbing up and down Emma's ankle and then her shin and Emma's legs spread automatically before she can think about it.
Shit. This is getting out of control. One hand rubbing her thigh and one leg rubbing her calf. She doesn't like that. She is the one in control. She jumps up and excuses herself to the restroom. When she gets inside she splashes cool water on her heated face. The door opens shortly and she catches the reflection of Zelena in the mirror.
"What is all that out there?" Emma demands, wiping her face with a piece of paper.
"I'm only trying to help."
"Help who?"
Zelena crosses her arms over her chest. "My sister. She's trapped in a loveless engagement and I don't want her to do that, just because it's what mother said she has to do."
Emma was confused. "This doesn't make any sense." There's gaps to the story that Zelena needs to give Emma but isn't.
"How thick are you. Regina doesn't love Robin."
"I can see that!" Emma points out. "But what does that have to do with me?"
"Regina's gay and she's hiding it. Robin's her beard. Except he doesn't know he is."
"Oh." Emma is quiet. Things make a lot more sense now. She feels exceedingly bad for both Robin and Regina.
"And I don't want either my sister or Robin to suffer."
"And how am I involved in this?"
"Clearly my sister has something for you if the weird way you carry yourselves around each other say anything. She can be very territorial over the people she cares for."
Emma snorted here. "Your sister doesn't care for me. She barely even knows me."
"That may be the case, but she's definitely interested. She almost tore my head off when she found out I slept with you. And being a protective older sister only goes so far before there's another reason for 'why I should't sleep with strangers' is blasted on repeat into my ears."
"So, you want me to sleep with her?" Emma questions slowly.
"If you haven't already, then yes," Zelena snorts.
"And you pretending to be interested in me is going to make that happen? Is going to make her dump Robin?" Emma doesn't like the sound of this.
"I'm not pretending to be interested in you. You know I am, or was, before you put a stop to it. And hopefully, yes. Regina will come to her senses, see what is in front of her, what kind of lesbian fantasy she's denying herself, and dump him before things get any more painful and complicated. She just needs the right push to send her to her senses."
"Why can't you just tell her what you think, like a normal person would?" Why all this scheming?
"Because she thinks that I don't know anything and that she must do this because mother says so. That she must sacrifice her happiness."
Emma shakes her head. "You're asking me to do a whole lot for a woman I don't know." This whole idea is dangerous. Emma doesn't want to become involved in her client's life like this. It'll make the separation at the end all that much harder. It makes work and life blur all that more.
Whatever Zelena wants to say next is cut off when she catches the sound of clicking heels. Emma would recognize them anywhere.
"Quick," Zelena huffs out and before Emma can do anything the British woman's lips are on her. Emma lets out a small startled gasp before she sees Regina enter the bathroom and freeze. Emma's hands hang uselessly in the air as Zelena kisses her, when a loud throat clearing makes them both spring apart.
"You taste as delicious as I remember," Zelena drawls, stepping away and licking her lips. She turns and notices Regina. "Don't mind us. Just a little desert after lunch." She strides out. Regina's glare follows her out and when Zelena is finally done it lands on Emma.
"I told you to stay away from my sister." Her voice is sharp like stones that bite into the skin.
"She's the one who can't stay away. Guess I'm irresistible." Emma shrugs, doesn't know where this sudden brash confidence is coming from.
"Why aren't you listening to me? Why must you insert your life into mine?"
"I didn't do it purposefully. Your sister was the one who found out my phone number. She was the one who invited me here. So don't pin any of this on me!"
"You still said yes. You could have said no."
"She didn't tell me you and your fiance were going to be here. She only mentioned it was going to be me and her."
Regina pinches the bridge of her nose, lets out a long suffering sigh of one who has had to deal with idiotic people for too long.
"And I'm not going to get into this again with you. If you have an issue, pick it with your sister not me," Emma adds on and brushes past Regina to get outside. Once there she snags her jacket off the chair and throws down enough money to pay for her bill.
"Emma where are you going?" Zelena asks in alarm.
"Out. I forgot I have something in ten minutes. I've got to run."
"I could drive you there," Robin stands up along with his offer. Emma shakes her head, her jacket halfway on but she already fully ready to leave. She's ticked off and she doesn't know why.
No, she knows why. It has to be because of dealing with the human sized headache called Regina. Emma just gets so easily riled up around her. And Zelena is certainly not helping. Her hare brained scheming is not going to end well.
"I'll be fine. Thanks." And she rushes out.
She avoids Zelena's calls for a full week straight, because she doesn't want to be used as some prop. She doesn't want to manipulate Regina's life, doesn't want to trick her, doesn't want to pretend Emma and Zelena are dating for the sake of ruining Regina's day. Regina should have a choice about whether or not she wants to continue what she has with Robin. Emma won't make the choice for her.
She says as much in a text message, hoping that with it, Zelena will stop harassing her. It works and Zelena cools off with a quick apology text.
Unexpectedly, Regina still books Emma and right at the end of this week too. Emma's surprised. She thought Regina might hate her for what happened. Unless this is the final session, the session in which Regina explains she no longer seeks to continue Emma's services.
Emma waits stress-fully in her house on the date of the appointment, having gone around and cleaned everything up and even aired out the place so it'll smell fresher. She's nervous and antsy and can't seem to sit still.
Regina knocks on her door and Emma quickly opens it up so Regina won't be spotted. The woman is bundled up behind thick scarves and as she unravels them Emma catches a whiff of her perfume. It sucks the moisture from her mouth and she suddenly realizes how starved for touching this woman physically she is.
"Why aren't you in your outfit already?" Regina's tone is less than friendly and Emma startles at it. Okay, so the mayor is still ticked off.
"I wasn't going to assume anything. I know you're angry at me-"
"As I have every right to be."
Emma sucks in a huge breath. She really doesn't want to start fighting with Regina again. But that seems to be what the woman wants. "It's bad enough that you sleep with my sister and now you're beginning to court her?"
"Court her? Jesus, when were you born?" Emma cries out, her tight restraint on her anger slipping. Regina drops her jacket on the couch along with her gloves and other winter accessories.
"Are you fucking her? Are you?" Regina's nostrils flare and she takes a step towards Emma, the two of them so close they're breathing the same air. The mayor is trying to be intimidating and it would have worked if they weren't in Emma's territory right now. This is her place and she's not going to back down so easily.
"I'm not fucking her. It only happened once and I already told you I had no idea you were sisters!" They're screaming into each others faces but Emma doesn't mind. Doesn't care.
"I don't believe you. I saw you kissing her in that bathroom. There is something between the two of you!"
Well, Zelena's goal in pissing off Regina had worked, but too well. And how come Emma was the one dealing with the brunt of it's results?
"Stop being so delusional! I already told you it was a one time thing that your sister continues to want to pursue. I don't!"
"That wasn't what it looked like in the bathroom-"
"Did you come here just to argue with me?" Emma cuts in, eyes flashing.
"I came here to settle things once and for all. I won't have a sex worker prying into my family life." But that is beginning to sound like a flimsy excuse to cover another issue up. An issue that Emma sniffed out last time.
And Emma thinks she understands something. Regina is jealous that Zelena got to sleep with Emma for free. Maybe that's what this is all about. And it's something that Emma can easily amend.
"You don't control me Regina. Not in the bedroom and not in my outside life," Emma says, low and menacing and she can see the shift in Regina's eyes, the pupils dilating and lids lowering slightly. Her hand comes up to painfully grip Regina's head and pull it to the side.
Regina lets out a small gasp of shock before Emma's teeth sink into the skin on her neck, marking her, claiming her as Emma's.
"You want to have me? You can't." Emma breathes between bites and alternating licks. She pulls down the sweater neckline Regina has on to expose more skin. "You need me? Too bad, you don't deserve to need me." Now a light kiss on the collarbone, Regina's hands coming to grip her hips hard. "I am not yours."
The hands on her hips turn violent, swinging Emma into the wall with a loud thud. It jolts Emma's tail bone and she gasps out this time.
"Don't let your job fool you," Regina growls into the hollow of Emma's neck as her hands roam under Emma's hoodie, scratching skin, feeling tight muscle. "I am the mayor of this town and thus you are under my jurisdiction as long as that is so. You will do as I say especially when I am the one paying you."
Now it's Emma's turn to grab Regina and spin her, right into the cabinet, rattling the dishes inside. Their lips meet, angry kisses that are more bruising than sensual yet erotic in their own sense. "Whose the one letting their job get to their head now? Just because you pay me does not mean you own me. I am a free person and I will do whatever the fuck I please."
It almost sounds like the two of them are trying desperately to put space between them, to draw the line between their play sessions and the real world again. To keep their lives and lusts separate.
But it's all just empty words thrown to the air. Emma owns Regina in these play sessions like no one else has ever before; there's no question that Regina would do absolutely anything for her if she so much as insinuated it. And Regina owns Emma not just because she pays her to do this but also because Emma is harboring feelings for her which the brunette knows nothing about.
Still, it's nice to pretend, even for a little bit that they are only beholden to themselves.
Regina spins her around, off the cabinet and into the kitchen wall. "Then neither do you own me." They pant words between kisses, hands shedding clothes and causing them to fall haphazardly onto the floor of the apartment. "Just because I submit to you does not mean I'm not afraid to fight back."
"Even if I don't own your mind or your heart, I own your body, because it craves me. Because you know no one else can satisfy you like I can." More frantic kisses between them, more heat. They're both down to their underwear now.
Regina shivers at that declaration, at the truth and at the way Emma nibbles on her ear. "Fuck you," she growls out, eyes slipping closed because she cannot think of a snappy comeback.
"No, I'm the one trying to fuck you. Now, let me do my job." And Emma plunges two fingers inside past the thin barrier of Regina's underwear. They rock against the wall, Regina cursing Emma's name at each shudder she manages to draw from her.
"I'll make things up to you, for being so involved in your life," Emma talks into Regina's ear so the woman can hear her. "I know I pissed you off by getting too close to your family life, and by sleeping with your sister for free while you can't have the same thing. So I'm doing this session for free, to even things out." She presses a soft kiss to Regina's ear. "So don't be jealous."
"I'm not jealous," Regina makes out past her moans as she rocks into Emma.
"I don't believe you. But if it makes you feel better, I'll pretend I do," Emma said cockily and then corkscrewed her fingers so hard that Regina's reply was cut off in a long drawn out groan that had her nearly dropping to the ground as her orgasm took her.
Emma grabbed her in her arms, held her tight as the woman slowly slide down the wall, Emma sliding down with her. Both of them were breathing hard and Emma's hand was covered in sticky liquid. She licked it up slowly so that Regina could watch the way her tongue curled around her fingers. Regina bit her lip, eyes darkening even more.
Finished, Emma dropped her hand with a satisfied moan. "You taste good, pet. Perhaps one day I'll savor you straight from the source."
"Don't tease me like that," Regina moaned out as her thighs rubbed together and her head hit the back of the wall. Emma decided to spare her a bit for now and so changed the topic.
"What, going to buy me a new wall now?" Emma jokes cheekily and Regina playfully swats at her shoulder. Regina did have a tendency to do that after they'd slept on something. The bed...the couch, and now the wall.
"I might buy you new wallpaper. Peach? Really? So bland," Regina plays along and she's much more relaxed. Emma prefers her like this but she knows it won't last, won't last outside of these walls.
Emma couldn't understand it. How could Regina be so perfectly nice, so human, when she was in play mode. But as soon as it was over she was a bitch. Rude, arrogant and indifferent. Was this because of having to be mayor? Was it all an act? Emma couldn't figure her out. And she told herself she shouldn't be concerning herself over it. But she did anyways. Because she wanted to be able to amicably get along with Regina. She wanted to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to...hell, she sounded so sappy.
To throw that off, she covers her soft feelings with sexual overtones.
"You can't say my sexual preferences are bland at all."
"No, no they are not," Regina says softly and Emma helps her up.
"Let's get to the bed." They can continue their activities up there.
"On your hands and knees," Emma orders and once more she doesn't have time to get changed into her dominatrix outfit. But slowly she's finding she doesn't need it-it doesn't do anything to temp down on her feelings for Regina, anyways, and she's in her apartment where she is the one in control and where Regina is at her mercy.
Regina gets on the bed in the position Emma asked of her, patiently waiting. "What are we going to do toda-"
"You don't get to ask me that," Emma grunts out as she fiddles with the buckles of her strap on. She's going to take Regina hard and fast, fuck out all the bad blood between them right now. "You just get to wait there and happily take whatever it is your mistress will give you. And you will be thankful for it, and you will get off on it, even if it's just one finger."
"Yes, mistress," Regina nods her head in agreement. She turns to look back but Emma is behind her and forces her head to look straight ahead. "I didn't allow you to look back. You're going to keep your head there until I tell you you can move it. Is that understood?"
Regina nods her head wordlessly.
"Good, pet," Emma purrs, pleased as she begins to rub the head of the strap on against Regina's soaked underwear. Regina let's out a shaky breath at the touch of the toy and begins to try to move her hips back but Emma holds them in a vice like grip. "Naughty pet, you don't get anything until I give it to you." Emma now slips one hand under Regina's panties and teases her folds, spreading her wetness around. "But maybe if you begged me nicely enough for it I could give you what you want?"
"Please mistress, fuck me good. Make me cum." The pleas burst out of Regina without a second's pause.
Emma hums thoughtfully while she continues her ministrations languidly, tortuously. "Do you want my cock?"
"Yes."
"How badly do you want it?"
"So bad. I want you to ram into me, to split me apart," Regina cuts off her own words with a needy little moan and her hips jerk back against Emma. Emma stills them once more with a tight grip.
That idea is very appealing and Emma swallows down a mouthful of saliva before she speaks, body shaking with the imagery conjured. "And just how good is my cock?"
"So good. So damn good," Regina hisses as Emma rolls down her underwear because the blonde finds herself wanting to be inside Regina already, wanting to be filling her entirely. Her hands shake and she takes a breath to calm herself. She can't let Regina's words get under her skin like that. She was the one in control here.
Emma was the one in control here.
But for once in her life, she wanted to let go of her control and just give in to what her body wanted. And that was to take Regina for herself. The mayor was dripping for her, so obedient and needy of what Emma could give her. What would it hurt to just let the control slip for a little bit, to just have them both on equal footing for once?
Emma bit down on the inside of her cheek hard.
No, those were dangerous thoughts. Very dangerous. She didn't want to lost control. She didn't. She kept repeating that to herself over and over because frankly the idea that she wanted to lose control around Regina was frightening. She'd only ever wanted to do that with one other person and it had not ended well.
"Mistress?" Regina's cautious tone drew Emma out of her tortured thoughts. Emma hadn't realized it but she had stopped moving, had been lost to the outside world. She covers it up with anger.
"So my pet is impatient. Can't wait a couple of seconds, can't be separated from her mistress's touch? How needy and pathetic of you." But even as Emma says those words, they are merely sentiments she feels about herself in this moment. How stupid and needy of her to want to give up her control to a woman who doesn't deserve it. Who doesn't even want it.
"I'm sorry mistress," Regina apologizes. "I don't mean to rush you."
"But you did," Emma says darkly to cover up the wavering emotions in her. She doesn't have time to think of the implications of her previous train of thought. Her hand traces up Regina's arched spine before it reaches her head and pushes it down into the sheets, the rest of her upper body doing the same. "So as punishment you're going to take my cock quietly, like a good girl. If I hear any screams I'll leave you high and dry, without even the option of pleasing yourself."
"Yes, mistress," Regina moans from past the covers and Emma presses in the tip of the toy slowly, inching it in until she bottoms out. Regina is already quivering with the weight and thickness of it inside her. But no moans of pleasure escape her lips. "Good girl," Emma praises, presses kisses to Regina's shoulder blade. "But can we keep it this way?"
She begins to move faster, to rock harder, and the bed shakes with their motions. Regina claws at the sheets, buries her sounds into them. And Emma tries hard not to forget herself in the smell and feel of Regina, in the sound of her.
"Tell me how good I feel," Emma demands past grunts and groans of her exertion. She's powering in as deeply and strongly as she can into Regina.
It takes several efforts for Regina's words to become legible. "Sooo good," she drawls. "Your cock is so thick. And hard. And big." All said between gasped breaths.
"I bet it's the biggest one you've had in you. The best one. I can fuck you better with it than any man you've ever slept with."
Regina gives a little whimper at that and by the way she's not saying anything Emma knows it's true. Her thighs quiver and Emma knows what's going to happen next.
"If you're going to come pet, you need to ask first."
"P-lease may I come?" Regina barely breaths out in time for Emma to give her permission before she's at her high.
When Regina comes, without any screaming just loud moaning, Emma decides to reward her.
"You did so well," she pants, pulling out. Her muscles ache and so does her heart but she needs to get Regina off again. Wants to see her come apart. Wants Regina to know with every ache in her body that Emma was the one who did this to her. "Now, you get to ride me."
And Regina does so very, very well. For three rounds straight until she collapses spent in Emma's arms to catch her breath before Emma maneuvers them into yet another position.
They had just finished their play session when the unexpected happened. Regina started to cry. The tears were silent at first, streaming freely and then her face contorted as if she was trying and failing to hold this all in. Her shoulders began to shake and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she was crying and tried to cover it up.
"I-I don't know why-this, I've never-" she stammered in explanation and looked on at her fingers which had gathered up the tears that had fallen. Emma knew what this was- it was a sub drop and for whatever reason Regina was having one today. Maybe it was the stress of the situation with Hook that had triggered this. Or maybe the situation with Zelena. Emma wasn't sure, but she sure as hell knew she wasn't going to leave Regina alone.
"Come here," she crawled onto the bed, tugging on Regina's shoulder.
"No, I don't-" Regina stubbornly resisted, but Emma wasn't having it this time. She forcibly dragged Regina down to the covers with her, encasing the woman in her arms, holding her close to her chest. "I'm not letting you go. It's okay." She whispered softly into Regina's hair. The woman made a feeble attempt to escape but soon she gave up, sobbing freely into Emma's exposed chest. Her fingers clawed at the small of Emma's back, helpless, begging for this to stop. All Emma did was make shushing noises and stroke a hand up and down the nodules of Regina's spine in a soothing motion.
It worked. Regina quieted down and eventually her breathing evened out. It became clear she was asleep and listening to the even rise and fall of her breath soothed Emma into her own slumber, the blonde dom dropping a kiss down on the crown of Regina's head before she could stop to think.
Shifting on the bed drew Emma out of her slumber but not fully, only enough that she was conscious to realize Regina was leaving. There was the rustle of fabric being slid on and Emma could imagine Regina pulling on her white shirt, followed by her dark blazer and then her pants and heels, the bed shifting as her weight changed. And it lifted up as Regina got up entirely.
But she didn't leave right away. Even with her eyes closed Emma could feel her presence, could feel the heat of eyes on her. And then the sheets were getting pulled up, over Emma's shoulders as if tucking her in. Emma could feel her heart begin to pound harder. Regina was tucking her in? Was Emma truly awake or was she dreaming?
And then, the warmth of a body hovering over her, the scent of Regina's perfume, poignant even with the smell of sex clinging to her. Gentle fingers traced the line of Emma's jaw, traveling up to Emma's hairline, pushing a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. Emma positively froze at this action, too afraid to move, feeling like this was something too intimate, something that she shouldn't be witnessing. Like she's encroaching on Regina's darkest dirtiest secret by letting this happen. But it's too late to wake up now and so Emma keeps still.
Eventually the soft touch and heat leaves and the clack of heels carries Regina out the door and out of Emma's life for now.
As soon as the door closes Emma bolts up in bed, heart racing like she has run a race and face prickling where Regina touched her.
What was that?
Surely it wasn't affection from the surly mayor. No, it couldn't be. She had a fiance and a career that she wouldn't jeopardize by caring for Emma. She didn't like Emma, deriding her job position often. She only needed her for the sex and for someone to sling insults at.
But then what was that?
And why did it make Emma's heart clench so tightly?
Fuck.
She closed her eyes. Took in a deep breath. Exhaled. Pulled up a pillow.
And screamed into the pillow.
She could not be falling in love. Not with her client.
Not again.