Adrenalize Me
Seems like you need lovin'/ baby you need a girl like me around
-Aaliyah
A/N: Wanted to write a soft chapter, and whats softer than two people caring for each other with actions even if they can't say it with words? (Okay, so maybe there's a lot of other soft things out there, but this is probably as soft as my writing will ever get, so.)
"Swan, thank you," Ruby said genuinely once they were in the locker room of Poor Soul's. They were both packing up for home, done with their work for the day.
"For what?" Emma asked as she slammed her locker shut. Ruby's comment had come out of nowhere.
"For...for talking to Belle. She came to me and we discussed what was happening between ourselves," Ruby said quietly and warily, peering to see if anyone else was paying attention to their conversation. No one was, Ariel and Tamara wrapped up in a heated debate over which leather whips were better, the place empty otherwise.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Emma had come clean to Ruby about her friendship with Belle and it made it easier for her to mediate between the two of them. She cared for them both and didn't want Ruby to fall into the same mess Emma had fallen into before like with Lily.
"I...I know the dangers of the job- of falling in love on it. Belle said she won't come in to be my client anymore and that she's fine with my line of work. She's willing to date me as is," and here Ruby smiled deeply, so enamored by Belle that Emma was shocked she hadn't seen this coming. Honestly, the signs hadn't been there. Ruby had never fallen in deep with a girl before and this was new. Hopefully, this new development would be good and not bad. "And I promised her I wouldn't take on any other woman clients." That could be potentially damaging for Ruby's income and they both knew it but it seemed the leggy brunette didn't mind.
"I hope it works out for the both of you. I really do," Emma said earnestly, partially spilling her hopes for a good relationship with Regina on Ruby and Belle.
"Thanks. How's your job going with your NDA client? Still got them?"
Here Emma sighs heavily. "What can I say except that the situation is as complicated as ever. They're a tough one but the sessions are good."
"What do you mean the sessions are tough?" Ruby tilts her head in wonder.
Emma ponders over whether it would be a good idea to tell Ruby the truth. But in the end she decides to go for it because Ruby's spilled her secrets to Emma and it's not like Emma's problem is all that far off.
"I think I'm falling for her," Emma says in an ashamed voice.
Ruby's eyes bulge out. "Holy shit," she whispers out. "Are you serious?"
"I'm serious, unfortunately."
"And what does the mayor have that's got you going crazy for her? She doesn't seem like someone easy to get along with."
"She's not easy to get along with," Emma confessed, their voices lowered because their technically not supposed to be discussing Regina. "But there's this...thing about her that just draws me in. And I'm not just talking about her hot body though that is a bonus. She's intense and she cares about her job and she's...she's just human under it all." Emma thinks back to her last session with the mayor, where Regina spilled her insecurities to Emma about her job, about herself, and about how much good she wanted to do for the town. "And I know I shouldn't be feeling this way about her, but I can't help it. I'm gone on her and I just want it to stop because me falling for her won't end up well. She's the fucking mayor for fucks sake!" Emma whisper shouts.
"Damn, Swan," Ruby whistles low. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Emma hangs her head. "I know I shouldn't like her. She's...complicated. And she makes me feel like shit sometimes and other times she makes me feel like I'm on top of the world. And I can't pursue anything more with her because of her politician status. And I'm going to swear her off but I still have three more sessions with her and I don't want Ursula to know I'm having trouble with her. Because if he finds out then I'm going to get dropped and I know I can get through this. I know I can," Emma swore, fisting her hands and clenching hard enough that her nails bit into her skin. She didn't want to disappoint her boss. To have him find out he had another Lily situation on his hands, because he didn't. Emma would see to that.
Ruby held her hands, unfurled her fingers. Soothed her. "Emma, you can do this. I know you're strong. You'll get over Regina. And remember, I'm here to help you. We're in this together." She pressed her forehead to Emma's.
Emma nodded her head and smiled shakily. "Thank you Ruby."
Ruby smiled gently at her close friend. "And make sure you get some sleep, you look a bit pale. Paler than usual."
"I will."
The days passed on and Emma and Ruby talked about the Regina situation more. Emma got the feeling that Ruby did not much like Regina and the way she treated Emma, but what could Emma say except that she was sucker for it?
There was no word on Regina's end and Emma felt uneasy by the radio silence. She was expecting the woman to drop by and chew her out for crashing her party in that slutty Santa getup but she didn't, not even a single word of complaint to Emma's boss, and when the feeling of unease got to be unbearable, Emma dropped a line to Zelena.
"No, she hasn't mentioned that night once. Why? Were you expecting the mayor to hunt you down and jail you for inappropriate clothing?" Zelena asked, sounding confused as to why Emma was inquiring on such a topic.
"No...it's...I was just worried," Emma stammered, unsure how to answer this. She didn't want Zelena to get anymore suspicious than she was about Emma's and Regina's relationship. Surprisingly Emma was disappointed Regina hadn't burst into her apartment to bother her over it. She tried to push the feeling down. There was murmuring on the other end of the line. "Whose there?" Emma asked out of curiosity.
"Oh, just Mulan," Zelena said in a voice that was too smug to be casual.
"Mulan? What is she doing there?" Emma frowned as she poured herself a cup of tea. She'd been feeling a bit chilly lately.
"Keeping my bed warm," Zelena gloated.
"I can't believe she keeps letting you sleep with her."
"Why do you sound so shocked? I'm irresistible dear."
"Sure, if you say so," Emma hummed unconvinced. She was frankly shocked by this development between Zelena and Mulan. She had thought that Mulan was too afraid to go near Zelena. Apparently not. "Just try not to break her."
"No promises," and then Zelena hung up.
"That woman," Emma breathed out, wondering if all Mills women were this insufferable.
It hadn't even been a second before Emma's phone buzzed again. She picked it up. "What's up Ursula."
"Regina wants a booking for next Friday afternoon. You think you can do it?"
Emma's heart jumped up to her throat. She tried not to come off as too eager as she answered. "Sure. I'll pencil her in."
When she hung up she tried very hard to keep calm but she couldn't when her stomach was a mess of nerves and happiness. She was looking forward to the session with a mix of dread and hope settling into her gut like old friends.
It turned out that Emma shouldn't have looked forward to the session because she caught a fever and was too sick to keep it on the schedule. And she was too sick to even feel bad about it. She would just make it up to the mayor later. She shuffled around her apartment like a zombie, sluggishly brewing herself some tea, gulping down medicine, and trying to make food.
She hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights much less get dressed properly. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing her sweats. Not appealing at all. She looked exactly how she felt: horrible.
There was a knock on the door that jerked Emma's head in the direction of it. That must be Ruby- Emma had asked her to get her some things. It was just odd because she had given her coworker her apartment key. Still, Emma trudged over to answer it, coughing feebly into her sleeve. When she opened it, she thought for sure she must be hallucinating due to the fever because Regina was standing on her doorstep. The mayor was looking as put together as always and her brow was arched up unimpressed. Emma felt extremely self conscious about her looks now.
"So you really are sick," Regina said as way of greeting.
"Why would I be lying about that?" Emma said, her voice rising and making her cough as a result. Regina frowned at the coughing and when Emma finished, pushed right past Emma into the apartment like she owned it. Emma was too sick to argue against it. She just shut the door behind her and followed Regina inside who was turning on the lights.
"Umm, you know I can't do the session like this, right?" Emma clarified because why was Regina here otherwise?
"I know that," Regina scoffed as she took her jacket off and placed it on the couch she had bought Emma. "I'm here to make sure you feel better. You're my dom and I won't have you sick."
Emma's eyes widened at this. It sounded like Regina almost cared.
"I don't care," Regina's shoulders stiffened defensively and shit, Emma had not meant to say that out loud. "This is strictly because of our business together. I need my session and I won't have you rescheduling because of the sniffles."
Emma rolled her eyes at this. Okay, whatever. She was in no mood to argue. She followed Regina into the kitchen.
"Have you been taking your medicine?" Regina asked briskly.
"Yes."
"Have you been resting?"
"Yes," Emma sighed out.
"Have you been eating?"
"Yes, mom," Emma sassed, tired of all these questions.
Regina twisted her lips in an displeased manner. She perused the kitchen and the meal Emma had been about to eat. " A pop tart?" she held up the treat between pinched fingers like it was a piece of trash and not a delectable snack. There was so much judgement on her face.
"I'm not in any state to cook right now," Emma indicated to her outfit, self explanatory.
"You think eating this shit is going to make you feel better?"
Wow, such harsh language over a pop tart.
"Obviously not, but it's something."
Regina tsked. "This won't do. It'll take ages for you to get better this way." To Emma's surprise the mayor tossed the snack into the trash, rolled up the sleeves of her work shirt, and began to rifle through Emma's fridge.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
"Are there no vegetables in your fridge?" Regina huffed out from inside the fridge. It was abysmal looking. "How are you supposed to eat healthy?" She glared at Emma for an answer.
"Um, I don't?" Emma haplessly shrugged, defenseless against Regina's pushy behavior and personality.
That answer did not please Regina. "Go upstairs to your bed and stay there while I try to figure out something for you to eat."
Emma bobbed her head, feeling like some naughty kid being dismissed into their room for being troublesome. She was too thrown off by Regina's apparent need to visit her apartment to make sure she was taken care of to want to be bothersome about it. Emma didn't know what to say about the woman's concern- despite her discrediting such an idea. She did know it made her feel warm on the inside and like perhaps the mayor wasn't as acidulous as the news should credit her.
So she went to her room and did some light cleaning up in case Regina came inside. Then, she flicked on the TV and began to watch a show there while she tried not to listen in too much on what Regina was doing downstairs in her kitchen. The smells of soup wafted up to her room and her stomach growled.
Not too long after, Regina padded in with a tray balancing a bowl of warm soup and a mug of hot tea. "It's not much given that you had nothing in your kitchen to work with, but here's some vaguely chicken tasting soup." She set the tray down and before Emma could reach out for the spoon, Regina had sat down and dipped the spoon into the soup before holding it out in front of Emma's mouth.
Emma looked at the spoon questioningly before looking at Regina. "You do realize I can feed myself."
Emma swore that she could see two spots of color on Regina's face but the mayor held fierce. "I wasn't sure. Given how you do not know what foods an adult should purchase to eat, I couldn't be sure you could eat like an adult too."
Emma relished in the fact she had embarrassed the mayor but gave in and opened her mouth to take the spoonful of soup. It was hot, spicy even, but still enjoyable. And it warmed Emma up as it traveled down. "Does this have spice in it?"
"Don't be a baby about it. Spice is good when ill."
Emma totally was not being a baby about it. She just typically didn't eat spicy stuff. She'd make an exception for Regina's cooking, though. Really good even with the limited ingredients. Emma didn't even have spices in her house so she had no clue as to how Regina made it this hot.
"How did you make this? I can't make soup to save my life."
"Just a talent of mine, dear," Regina smugly answered. And then she held out another spoonful for Emma. This time it was Emma's turn to blush yet she accepted the offering. Who would have thought that the mayor would be sitting on her bed spoon feeding her when she first started this job. Certainly not Emma. But it felt nice, just being taken care of like this.
So nice, that Emma had to know why the mayor was doing this.
"Why waste your time on me?" Emma asked in a hushed voice, afraid to ask but needing to, her eyes boring into Regina's face searching for the most minute hint of emotion that could give away the mayor's true thoughts on this.
"I already told you- I need you healthy for our next sessions-"
"It's more than that. Tell me. Or I'll get you sick," Emma teased and Regina scoffed.
"Childish and vapid threats do not work on me. Besides, I do not get sick," was the confident answer.
"Tell me, or I won't let you cum in our next session."
That had the intended effect on Regina. "You can't do that."
"I can and you know I will."
Regina thinned her lips and deliberated on her decision. At last she caved in. "You take care of me in our sessions. Especially in the last one when I had...had a rough day. And I wanted to return that favor by taking care of you."
Emma could feel her heart beat strongly at this expressed sentiment. She wanted to reach out and cup Regina's tentative looking face between her hands. Wanted to lean in and kiss her.
"And BDSM is all about trust, so we need to build a trusting relationship between each other," Regina finished and for some reason her voice sounded husky. Some way or another she had leaned in closer to Emma, the tray forgotten between them.
The air crackled with heavy emotions and Emma didn't know what was going to happen next except that whatever it was, it was going to be impactful. Role changing even.
There was a gasp that tore them both out of the orbit of each other and they jerked back, Emma flushing for a reason she didn't know.
Emma forgot she gave Ruby her apartment key and asked her to drop by and bring her some food and Gatorade for her fever until she spots the woman standing in the doorway of her bedroom, watching Regina fuss over Emma. Her mouth hangs open while Emma freezes in panic. Regina immediately senses something is wrong and turns her head. When her eyes land on Ruby Emma's heart stutters to a stop.
Nobody says anything for a while until Ruby gasps out an, "Holy shit, what is the mayor doing here?"
Regina gets up stiffly, tugging down her blazer. "What I am doing here is of no concern to you."
Ruby subsequently ignores her as the cogs in her head turn and she stumbles upon a realization. "She's the NDA client! Holy fucking shit! Em I can't believe you're fucking the mayor!" Ruby faked even more shock so that Regina wouldn't know that she already knew about her.
"Ruby, stop!" Emma warns too late, jerking a hand over her throat as raising her voice hurts.
Regina is not happy at this at all. She strides closer to Ruby and though the dom is taller than the mayor, the mayor's anger makes her tower over her. "I do not know who you are, but I do not appreciate you making assumptions about mine and Miss Swan's relationship. We're friends. We happen to know each other from college-"
"Bullshit. Emma didn't go to college," Ruby quickly cuts in, and though she had been flabbergasted before, and slightly intimidated by the mayor, she knows the mayor's darkest dirtiest secret and knows she wields some power, no matter how small, over her. She leans in. "So, tell me, what's your favorite toy for Emma to use on you?"
Regina's cheeks flush crimson and her mouth gapes open in an attempt to speak. "Ruby!" Emma chides, mortified and scared that Regina's going to skin her friend alive for this. But Ruby flounces past Regina and settles down by Emma's bedside.
She digs in her bag for the things Emma wanted. "Really," she says conversationally. "All your moodiness makes so much more sense now. I would be too if I had to deal with her."
Ruby is just pissing the mayor off more with her words. The woman's fists are curled tightly and the vein in her forehead is throbbing. "I assume you're one of Emma's co-workers. It would be in your best interest for you to hold your tongue. I can make your life very unpleasant if I want to."
"As I could with yours," Ruby says coolly, raising her eyes to the woman. "I doubt the government would look down well on a woman minority spending all her evenings working out some kink she has."
Regina grits her teeth. "I am going to have a word with your employer-"
"Do that," Ruby goads, getting up and Emma feels all but helpless to watch. She is not in the mood to jump out of bed and stop them. "I'm not part of your NDA disclosure. I don't have to keep my mouth shut but I will because I respect Emma and her work. Something you do not seem to do."
Okay, perhaps Emma does have the energy to get out of bed for this. Ruby's about to embarrass her on how self conscious she feels of her work with Regina.
"What are you on about now?" Regina spat out.
"Emma's trying her best to be considerate to you and you-"
"Ruby, really, this isn't needed," Emma cut in, pushing her way in between both women. "I can handle this." She places her hands on Ruby's shoulders and moves her away. "Thank you for the stuff. I appreciate it."
Ruby does not look happy to be dismissed. But she nods her head and heads out, shoulder checking Regina on the way out, only causing the woman to whirl on her heel and stare angrily at Ruby's retreating back. Once Ruby was gone she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone.
"What are you doing?" Emma voiced in panic.
"I am calling Ursula to let him know-"
Emma placed a hand over the phone, stopping it. "Don't do that. Ruby didn't mean anything."
"Didn't mean anything? She threatened to expose me! That's not a light threat."
"Regina, I know. And I'm sorry. I'll talk to her. And we'll get her to sign the NDA as well, just please, trust me to handle this."
"Trust you? Because of you Ruby saw me! Someone I had no intention of letting know my secret is clued into it-"
"First of all, you were the one who decided to come to my place. If I had known you were coming I would have never given Ruby a key to come in. But you showed up uninvited. You knew that could be a risk," Emma cut in because she was not about to be blamed for this when it wasn't her fault it had happened.
"Yes," Regina snapped out bitterly, "I should have known that I couldn't trust you to not make stupid mistakes such as giving your co-workers a key to your place-God!" the mayor cried out, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes.
Regina was panicking. Emma needed to calm her down. She grabbed onto the woman's arms and rubbed them soothingly. "It's going to be okay. I'll handle everything. Just calm down." She lead the woman to her bed and sat down with her there. Her right hand moved to rub circles on Regina's back while her left hand held onto Regina's hand.
Regina said nothing, just took deep cleansing breaths. When at last she looked more reasonable she turned in towards Emma, questions in her eyes. "What did Ruby mean."
Shit, Emma had been hoping Regina would have forgotten about that part. "It's nothing important. She just saw me tired after our all day session and assumed something bad happened between us."
Regina doesn't seem entirely convinced but she doesn't pry further and Emma is kind of pissed off about Ruby doing all this. She knows her friend did it with good intentions because she wanted the mayor to respect Emma more, but now wasn't the time or place.
"I suppose I should go. I don't want anymore run ins with your friends." The mayor gets up, bitterly spitting out the term friends, and Emma is loathe to see her go but she won't stop her.
"There's soup left over in the kitchen. Make sure you eat it all, I wouldn't want you wasting it."
"I won't. I'll eat anything."
Regina snorts. "Given your taste in food, I can see that." She goes back into the living room and shrugs her jacket back on. Emma follows her, feeling stronger thanks to her care. "Hey, before you go," she shuffles her feet awkwardly here and looks down at them. "Thanks for coming in to check on me."
When she pulls her head up she swears she sees the ghost of a smile on Regina's face before it slips away and her mask is back up. "Settle that business with your coworker," is all Regina says coldly before she strides out the door.
"I will," Emma promises as she watches the mayor leave. The apartment feels so odd and empty now and Emma lonely for a reason she knows but won't admit.
Emma gets better in three days time, just in time for Zelena to find her way into Emma's apartment. Emma opens the door to find her on her stoop, giant green suitcases in tow.
"Zelena, what is this?" Emma asks flatly as the red haired Brit pushes her way in and settles her shit down like she belongs here. Like this was planned.
"Moving in."
"Why?"
"Because my sister's sick and she's a right pain in the arse when she's sick. All whining and sniveling and 'oh god why me?!'" Zelena dramatically reenacted Regina clutching her chest and collapsing to her knees as Emma rolled her eyes at the antics. Zelena got up and dusted off her knees before resuming normally. "Plus, I don't want to catch what she has," Zelena scowls and busies herself by rummaging through Emma's fridge. She pulls out the pot of soup that Emma has basically been living off of for days. "I didn't know you could cook. Can I have some of this?"
But Emma is still stuck on an earlier point. "The mayor's sick? What does she have?"
"From the way she complains, its eternal agony in the fifth circle of hell. Most likely, it's a fever and cold."
"Oh." Emma feels guilt flood her body. Regina had come in to take care of Emma and had gotten herself sick in the process. She hadn't foreseen that happening. "Shouldn't you be taking care of her?"
"She's got Robin for that. Now, can I have this soup or what?" Zelena said she put the remains of it on the stove top.
"Yea, sure, go for it," Emma nodded her head absently, mind somewhere else already. She was filled with the overwhelming urge to repay the favor for Regina and take care of her. The knowledge of the mayor's grumpy nature while indisposed was not a deterrent; in fact it made her all the more amusing and endearing to Emma. "Hey, I think I'm going to go to the store. Get a couple of things," Emma decided, guided by her feelings instead of her logic right now. She slid on her coat and grabbed her wallet and keys.
"I hope it's to restock this kitchen because it's abysmal!" Zelena notified. "Also, I'm calling the bed."
"No, you are not. That bed is mine, you get the couch," Emma shouted out.
"You're a terrible host."
"If you don't like it, you could stay over with Mulan," Emma called back and opening the door.
"Maybe I will!" Zelena managed to get out just before Emma slammed the door shut and found herself on Regina's stoop an hour later, holding a bag full of medicine, tissues, and a store bought tea in her hand.
"This is stupid," she muttered out to herself. "She has Robin to take care of her. And she'll be furious to see me here. It's breaking part of the contract." She really shouldn't be here. She couldn't even believe what had possessed her to come here in the first place. "I should go," she told herself loudly but her hand had a mind of its own and rang the doorbell.
She wanted with a hint of anticipation, not having the first clue on what to say when the door opened. Moments later it was cracked open and Robin's face peeked out. When he saw her it shone. "Why hello there. How can I help you?"
She wasn't entirely sure Robin recognized her from that awful lunch, so she introduced herself. "I'm Emma. I'm Zelena's friend. And uh, Zelena told me that Regina wasn't feeling well. So um, I bought some stuff for her. To make her feel better," Emma blathered, without taking a single breath. She raised the tea and bag in explanation.
"Oh, so that's where I recognize you from. From the lunch." Robin let a handsome grin split his face.
"Yes," Emma nodded her head.
"Well, come on in." He made space for her and she came inside. The holiday decor had been taken down but the place still looked as majestic as ever. "It's so nice to have a friend over. Regina has a tendency to scare away most people, but really she's a sweet heart under her tough demeanor. She's upstairs in her bedroom, down the hall and to the right if you want to speak to her."
Emma fully well knew where the bedroom was but she wasn't going to say that.
"I probably won't stay long," she ducked her head not quite processing how easy this had been. For sure she had been certain she would get thrown out.
"That's fine. Warning, Regina is crabby when she's sick. If she barks at you I promise it's with no bite." Robin chuckled, warm affection in his eyes.
"Yea, I know." Emma had been on the other end of it all. "Are you not coming up?" she asked because she felt the need to. Here she was, a nearly perfect stranger to him, and he was not wary in letting her up the stairs in his mansion. She could be here to rob him for all he knew.
"I'll be downstairs to give you two space. I think Regina could use a friend now. And I think she's quite fed up with seeing my face."
"Okay," Emma shrugged and proceeded to go upstairs. What a weirdly trusting fellow. He seemed to only see the good in others.
She got to Regina's door and knocked on it. She got no answer so she knocked again.
"Robin, I swear to God, if it's you bothering me again after I told you not to, then I'll chop your b-" Regina stopped herself here when she yanked open the door and found Emma on the other end of it.
She looked so disheveled that it was endearing. Hair not styled flawlessly but with messy strands hanging in her face. Cheeks flushed with fever and a robe on that she was clutching to her chest.
"Em-Emma?" she spluttered out.
"What happened to not getting sick?" Emma teased.
Regina groaned and closed her eyes at this. "Shut up or I'll make you shut up. How did you get here?"
"Robin let me in."
"How did you even know I was sick?"
The questions were brisk again. Even sickness would not hold back Regina's rapid fire tongue. "Zelena."
"I'm going to throttle that woman for spilling my secrets," Regina grunted out, trying to shove past Emma to find her sister. "Zelena!" she called out to the big house. "Show your face you red haired, green wearing coward!"
"Whoa, let's calm down there," Emma insisted, using her body to block Regina's efforts. "She's not here, she's at my place, running from you and your illness. And not that your several threats on bodily harm aren't weirdly cute, but you need your rest and I brought you some stuff to help with that."
Regina took this moment to assess Emma. "Why are you here?"
"To help you."
"The real reason," Regina snapped out.
"The real reason is to help you. You came to help me when I was sick, so I want to repay the favor," Emma explained with a hint of frustration. Did the mayor never hear about being nice to someone because they had been nice to you?
"I don't need someone coddling over me. I can take care of myself."
"Except that Zelena told me that your a baby when you're so sick, so I'm not buying that for a second." Emma had already come this far, she wasn't going to back down that easily.
Regina's nostrils flared. "Just how much has that woman told you about me?"
"Barely anything," Emma insisted. "Now let me into your room unless you want your tea cold."
Regina glared at the tea in Emma's hand before snatching it up and retreating back into the room, leaving it open for Emma to come through.
The room was put together even with Regina sick and Emma was impressed. She could never keep order when feeling like shit. "Did you settle the issue with your friend?" Regina asks, settling herself down under her expensive covers. She sips on the tea and though she wrinkles her nose up at it, she continues sipping it.
"Yes, I did. No need for further action or worry," Emma assures, setting down the bag on the bed. "I got you some medicine and tissues and drinks. Also, this." Emma smiles as she pulls out a movie and holds it out for Regina to see. By Regina's blank stare, she doesn't know what it is.
"It's a lesbian movie. Thought you might be interested in watching one. Just don't play it when Robin's around," Emma winked. "If you catch my drift."
Regina's pink cheeks flushed even further. "You got me a porno?"
"It's not a porno. And even if it was, nothing wrong with 'working' out your sickness," she grinned coyly and not all subtle with what she was getting at. "I'll just leave it here," Emma said, placing the DVD on Regina's bed stand enticingly as the woman's citrine eyes follow her every movement. "You decide if you want to watch it or not."
There is a silence between them that stretches and Emma rubs the back of her neck, unsure as to how to proceed, eyes skittering around the room and not focusing on an all too quiet Regina. "I didn't bring food- don't know how to cook soup like you," she adds, clearing her throat.
"That's alright. Thank you." Regina's tone is soft and her eyes sparkle with gratitude. It makes Emma feel like a sun is growing in her chest. Like it's about to go supernova.
"Yea, no prob. I'm gonna go now. See you at some point?" she hates how needy her voice sounds at the end but Regina only seems pleased to hear that.
"I look forward to our next session, mistress," comes the low conclusion, the hushed tone making the hairs on the back of Emma's neck stand. She feels some of her old confidence re-surging and flashes Regina a coy smile.
"You better believe I'll make you scream." Emma watched as Regina shivered, nothing to do with the fever, before she turned on her heel and walked out.
When she came back home she found Zelena sprawled out on her bed, snoring loudly, but was too happy to even care as she made a makeshift bed on her couch and settled down.