Adrenalize Me
A/N: This is more of a transitional chapter rather than anything else- I needed to set up the next chapter so here is just smut and plain ole Zelena shenanigans.
Additionally, the update schedule for this fic has changed due to time constraints. I have a lot of stories for SwanQueen that I want to work on getting out shortly and I can't keep up weekly updating. I'm gonna try to update every two weeks instead but we'll see how that goes.
What you need is just a little discipline/I got a heavy dose of the right medicine/The dark side is how we've been livin'/Let me show you what you've been missin'/You, You, You are, You are my slave/My little fucking disaster/I, I, I am, I am your god
-Blood on the Floor-
"Swan, come in, do you read me?" Zelena's British tones buzzed in over the walkie talkie. When Emma didn't respond, she tried again. "Swan, do you read me?"
Twisting her lips up at having to do this, Emma reluctantly hit the button. "I hear you loud and clear, Big Ben."
"Then why the bloody hell haven't you been answering me?" Zelena indignantly cried out.
"Zel-"
"Ah ah ah!" She scolded. "What did I tell you? Code names only!"
"Code names are stupid. What are we? Five?"
"No, they're bloody brilliant. I'm Big Ben, because I'm British and you're Swan because that's your last name."
Emma pinched her brow. "See, not creative or discrete at all. What are we even doing? Why did you drag me out this early?"
Zelena had stormed into Emma's apartment and dragged her out of the bed at the ass crack of dawn without speaking a word of explanation before setting them upon this stupid plan. Emma's legs were getting sore from crouching behind this bush for half an hour.
"Just trust me."
"That's the issue. I don't. This has bad news written all over it."
"Can't talk now, the target is approaching," Zelena hastily cut in.
"Target!" Emma nearly shouted and then lowered her voice when a nearby woman sitting at a table turned to stare at the bush in confusion. "Are you actually a hit-man and trying to get me involved in your mission?"
Zelena sputtered in laughter though it sounded more like cackling through the walkie talkie static. "You seriously think I have it in me to kill someone?"
"I've seen the way you wage war on cockroaches."
"Those things are filthy and disgusting!" Zelena defended with vitriol. "They deserve to slaughtered indiscriminately!"
"That doesn't mean you need to take a knife and stab holes into my wallpaper in order to kill them," Emma said, annoyed because Zelena's freak out had come at Emma's apartment's expanse. "You can use a shoe or paper like anyone else."
"I will not apologize for that. And now, shut up. The target's moving into position," Zelena hissed and picked up her binoculars to peer through them. Emma caught the glint of them from behind her bush. She scoffed, in total disbelief on Zelena's antics. Honestly, sometimes Emma thought the woman wasn't human given the way she acted. But then she recalled Zelena was Regina's sister- and whereas Regina liked to seem perfectly inhuman with her beauty and her pose and intelligence, Zelena did it by acting grandly and creating up convoluted schemes that seemed to go nowhere.
Like now: Zelena was spying off of a roof on whoever it was she was stalking, and she had poor Emma doing the same but from behind a bush.
She parted the bush's leaves and tried to scan the crowd. Who was she looking for?
"Big Ben, come in. Who are we looking for?" But just as she asked, she saw a familiar face. Mulan was sitting at a cafe table, having just arrived with a friend and settling down with her. "Oh my god," Emma groaned to herself and massaged her brow. She hit the talk button. "Why are we stalking Mulan?"
"We're not stalking her!" Zelena shrilled. "We're just making sure she has a good lunch. With her friend," the red head stressed bitterly.
"This is ridiculous. You're jealous."
"I am not jealous!"
"Then why are you spying on her?"
"I already said, it was so as to make sure she could have a good lunch date."
"You don't trust her. You think she's going to cheat."
"That's not true at all! I trust her! It's that woman I don't trust. They dated in the past."
Emma chuckled. "Man oh man, despite all the green you wear, you're about the greenest thing ever."
"Shut up!"
"Why don't you just ask Mulan about this woman. Be open and tell her you're worried about their relationship."
There was silence at that.
Emma couldn't believe it. "You never actually talked to her about any of this, did you?"
"I-I didn't have time," Zelena sputtered.
What was with the Mills' sisters and their inability to function normally in terms of intimate relationships?
Emma sighed out heavily. "I'm gonna help you out, but you need to never wake me up at six am again." Resolutely, Emma turned off her walkie talkie so Zelena couldn't get in touch with her. Then, straightening her sore legs, she got up, startling a nearby walking man who hadn't expected a woman to pop out of nowhere.
She casually walked up to Mulan. "Hey, Mulan, how you doing?" she asked, tucking her hands into her back pockets. They had gone cold from the bitter air.
"Emma, so funny to run into you here," she said, rising up to hug Emma, who took this chance to whisper into her ears, "I hope you're not thinking of cheating on Zelena with your ex."
Mulan tensed up. "I would never. Have you seen what that woman does to innocent insects?"
Emma nodded in sympathy. "All too well." She clapped Mulan on the back, it all settled that Mulan would never mistreat Zelena. "Enjoy your lunch," she smiled at her and her ex, and then whistling to herself, walked off. Zelena was waiting for her at a street corner, face flushed. "What the bloody hell were you-"
"Mulan would never cheat on you. She assured me. You don't have anything to worry about," Emma interjected smoothly before The Brit could continue raging.
Zelena's jaw flapped open and shut like she was still ready to argue but she gave up on it, sagging in relief. "That's...good," she reluctantly agreed.
"Just be more open with Mulan. She's a really chill person."
Zelena nodded her head. "I thought she was going to get upset. I'll be more honest next time."
"See, that doesn't seem so hard, doing things the adult way."
Zelena swats Emma's arm. "But where's the fun in that. You keep managing to drain all the life out of everything fun I try to do in this town."
"Stalking is not a fun activity. And neither is it legal."
Zelena tosses her hair over her shoulder like this doesn't concern her one bit. "Well, now that my fun has been ended, I don't suppose you have any ideas of something to occupy my time?"
"Sorry, no can do. I going to attempt to make up the sleep you stole from me and then I have to get ready for the evening. I have a big client today."
That client just so happens to be Regina but Emma's not going to point that out. They've finally managed to reschedule that session they missed because of Emma being sick. Except this time, the sessions not going to take place in Emma's place but in a hotel two hours away from Storybrooke. The mayor's been out of town on business and Emma has no idea what for. She's not here to question the mayor's job just give her stress relief.
She gets to the location she and Regina are meeting up at and finds it empty so she takes out one of her outfits from her duffel bag. She takes the time to get dressed, slipping on the leather like an old friend. Make up is completed in the mirror in the room and she fluffs up her hair at the end. Done, she sits cross legged on the bed and taps her fingers on her thighs as she waits on the mayor to arrive. Maybe she should try a more seductive pose? She lays down flat, one hand on her hip, chest pushed out. No, that might seem like she's trying too hard.
Damn it, she's never been this insecure about simply positioning her body, but then again, Regina is drawing a lot of things out of her. She sits back up, spreads her legs open, but then decides that might be too lewd. There is a rattle of a key turning in the lock and she quickly snaps back into a legs crossed position, seductive smile on her face.
When Regina sees Emma sitting in the room, on the bed, something clicks in her. The stony masks slips, her rigid posture melts, and she crosses the room in hasty strides. Emma just manages to get off the bed when their lips collide hard.
Regina's kissing her like she's missed her which is ridiculous because they're not anything to each other except client and servicer. But yet the fact remains that she's kissing hungrily, like she just can't get enough, and her hands roam wildly over Emma's figure.
Emma can't help from returning the kiss with the same amount of enthusiasm, raking her hands through Regina's neatly coiffed hair and ruining it until it looks wild with anticipation of sex. "Someone's eager," Emma teases once they pull apart. Emma cups Regina's chin and grins down at her. "Couldn't wait to see me?"
"It's been...an eventful week," Regina manages to get out, eyes cautious with how much she can impart to Emma. She settles on sharing some but not all information.
"New laws and legislation to pass; new city infrastructure issues to contemplate over. But, we finally managed to shut down that scandal stemming from my office," Regina said wearily; whatever triumphant she may have reached from succeeding drowned out by how harsh and demanding it had been to get those results. She extricates herself from Emma's hold, pours herself a drink from the bottle on her nightstand, and slumps down into a chair.
"I'm happy you solved whatever issues it was you were having. I just wanted to ask, why the new place? Is this arraignment safe?"
"Did you go through the front desk pretending to be a journalist slated to meet with me for a private interview?"
"Yea, I did." It had worked amazingly well and Emma got a little kick out of it, feeling sort of like a spy in using disguises and such. Still, a risk remained and Emma did not want this new placement to breach the NDA disclosure. She did not want to get Regina in trouble.
"Then it should be fine. As long as we don't get any noise complaints."
That brings a coy smirk to Emma's face. "With you...I don't know." Regina has a habit of not being able to keep quiet. She slowly circles around to the back of Regina's chair and places her hands on her tense shoulders. "How about a nice massage first?"
"That would be splendid," Regina groans out. Emma quickly works her magic on Regina, fingers digging in deep and massaging every inch of Regina's stressed body all the way from her neck to her lower back.
The woman turns to putty in her hands and Emma relishes the control she has over her. Control like no one else probably has. Little appreciative noises leave Regina's mouth and by the time Emma's done, Regina is entirely relaxed.
"Better?"
"Amazingly so. You should consider being a masseuse," Regina said.
"Why should I, when I'm so much better at using every part of my body in other ways," Emma winked and Regina chuckled, something low yet almost breathy like she was remembering every filthy act she and Emma got up to.
"Where are my manners, I forgot to offer you a drink," she said, about to get up to her feet. But Emma placed a hand onto her shoulder to keep her down and snatched the glass from her hand, then, craning Regina's head up with her free hand, she gave a smirk before making the woman watch her take a gulp of the drink. Mouthful of dark liquor she leaned down and kissed Regina's waiting mouth. Alcohol mixed with Regina's moan, some spilling over and running down the side of her mouth. Hand still pressed under Regina's jaw line, Emma could feel her swallow the rest of the liquid obediently.
The kiss was wet and sticky and uncoordinated from this angle but when Emma went to pull away, Regina's hand tugged down on her long blonde locks and crashed their lips together again. Emma bit the mayor's lower lip in retaliation, making her let out a sharp gasp before pulling away, ignoring the clinging hand in her hair.
"Someone's grabby today," she commented easily as she set down the glass by the lamp. She strode around the chair, Regina's eyes never leaving her before she dropped down on the mayor's lap, black leather clad thighs trapping her in.
"Did you miss me pet?" she asked, toying with the buttons on the top of Regina's blouse.
"Yes, mistress," the name of reverence came easily from Regina's lips. Her eyes had lidded, heavy with desire.
"Hmm, really?" Emma tilted her head teasingly as she began to unbutton Regina's shirt with ease.
"Yes."
"Somehow I don't believe it," Emma said, revealing tanned skin and a black lace bra under the burgundy shirt.
"Then why don't you put your hand in my pants and find out for yourself."
Emma paused, shocked by Regina's bold words. The woman usually had difficulty expressing herself but now she was staring clearly at Emma, with almost a hint of a defiance in her eyes. It was a familiar look. One Emma had seen before.
"It's been that kind of rough week," Emma said, softly grabbing Regina by the chin and clicking her tongue in understanding. The last time she had seen the mayor so defiant was when she blamed herself for some difficulties in her office. "I already told you, you don't need to be punished for things that are out of your control."
Regina thinned her lips.
"Regina, I'm serious. I already told you that I wouldn't be encouraging such behavior from you. It can lead to you pushing and pushing until you get seriously hurt."
They looked at each other until Regina relented and sighed through her nose. "You are so perceptive it is frightening."
Emma smiled at this, the compliment making her happy for some reason. "That's what I get paid to do," she said, however, wincing that she had to bring this up. "But, I am concerned for you because I care and not just because it's my job," she added to clarify. "Do you want to talk things out with me, or do you...?" Emma trailed off to let Regina fill in the rest.
"I'll be fine. I promise I won't go overboard, not like last time."
"Good," Emma purred, roughly pulling on Regina's trouser button. It made a loud pop as it freed itself, the zipper getting pulled down in a slow deliberate manner that had Regina waiting impatiently. Emma's fingers tiptoed to the waistband of Regina's underwear, the woman slightly trembling under her with anticipation. Emma relished in the feel of it, in having this woman relying on her for something so intimate. Warm fingers slide down and down to greet slick flesh.
The amount of wetness there surprised Emma. "You weren't kidding. You really missed me," she murmured in pleasure. She pulled her fingers out and placed them at Regina's mouth. She swallowed them up, wrapping her warm tongue around them and sucking diligently.
"I bet you got this wet during your meeting, just thinking on all the different ways I could fuck you," Emma continued and Regina moaned around the fingers in her mouth before Emma was pulling them free and placing them back between Regina's thighs, gliding them through the wetness there and spreading it around, delicately poking around experimentally and only putting Regina's body more on edge by leaving her with unsatisfactory touches. The brunette's hips bucked under Emma's but she pressed down to keep Regina in place. "You were being a bad little mayor, weren't you."
Regina's eyes slip closed at the slander as Emma's fingers continued to explore her. The mayor's hand reached up to grab Emma's hips, like she was preparing to get a proper grip on something on earth before she floated off. Emma smirked at that, at the way Regina knew she was going to be affected by Emma's words already and needed to be prepared. "Instead of focusing on taxes and charities, you were imagining me spreading your legs and fucking you slowly under the table with my fingers while the meeting was happening. While the rest of those politicians had no idea what was going on. I'd fuck you with three fingers right away because you'd already be so wet for me. And you would be spread so nicely for me, pussy just waiting for me to take."
"Mistress, please," Regina whined. With her hips pinned down and unable to buck up for added friction, she was boiling with arousal that was no closer to being relieved. Her chest heaved and the veins in her neck strained.
"I wasn't done," Emma leaned in and whispered harshly into Regina's ear, knowing her warm breath would drive the mayor just a bit madder with desire. She was right. The woman shuddered and tightened her hold on Emma's hips as more wetness seeped over Emma's hand.
"I'd spread your legs even wider so you could show me more of that glorious pussy for me. Push a fourth finger into you as I fucked you fast and loud now, your pussy so wet you can hear it as it drips over the floor, come running down your legs as you come once and than twice, shaking all over. But I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh god," Regina gasps, eyes tight as she imagines all this happening to her. Her hips are fruitlessly bucking up but Emma holds firm. Tormenting Regina like this is too fun.
She drags her lips up from Regina's collarbone to her ear, nibbling the lobe there as she says in a low husky voice, "and then I'd taste you. And you'd taste so good. I'd lick every drop up, not able to get enough of you," Emma moaned wantonly into Regina's ear, licking the lobe with a long flick of her tongue.
"You're going to kill me," Regina said in a highly strained voice as Emma felt the mayor's pussy twitch hungrily and flood with more hot sticky wetness. She pressed her forehead against Emma as she begged. "Please, mistress, touch me."
"I'm already touching you."
"You know what I mean," Regina said, body tight with unspent arousal. Now that her momentary self loathing had been addressed and nipped in the bud by Emma, she had lost her ability to clearly speak on what she wanted.
"No, I don't. I assume you want me to hug you?" Emma licked the shell of Regina's ear again, moaning into it, "because I'd much rather taste you; lick every last sopping inch of you up into my mouth." At this she crooked the tips of her fingers into Regina's slit, feeling her walls greedily tugging at what little was offered.
Regina exhaled harshly into Emma's skin. "No. I just need to be fucked."
"So fuck yourself on my fingers. Do it," Emma said none too kindly.
Regina nodded her head and leaned back, trying to give herself enough leverage to work with as she pushed into Emma's hand. But it wouldn't work at this angle. It was impossible. With shuddering breaths of exertion she tried to further her pleasure only to further her frustrations instead.
"It's not working," she whined, opening her eyes to reveal they were glassy with desperation. Tears gathered at the corners.
"I think you're not trying hard enough. You must not want to please your mistress," Emma flatly said. Her insides churned in an excitement that belied her speech. She loved the way Regina was nearly driven to tears- she wasn't an easy woman to break and Emma took great pride in her work in being able to draw this out of Regina.
"I do want to please you, but I can't...I can't," she panted as her hands lifted off of Emma's hips where they had been dug in so deeply they left groove marks and to her breasts, slipping under her bra's cups.
Immediately, Emma reached to grab them, pining them to the couch cushions. This left Regina entirely without Emma's hand in her panties. "No..." she moaned pitifully. "Mistress, why?"
"Who said you had permission to touch yourself?"
"Well you aren't doing it!" Regina snapped out and Emma slapped her for it, the force of it sending Regina's head careening in the other way.
"You expect me to reward you when all I have is this bratty behavior from you?"
Regina bit her bottom lip here, at lest having the decency to look a bit shame faced for her outburst. "Maybe I ought to just leave right now," Emma threatened.
"Don't do that," Regina whispered, aghast, looking like this might actually break her heart if Emma really did this.
"Then will you behave?"
"Yes," Regina promised solemnly.
"I don't think I can believe you on that either. Politicians are liars after all," Emma said playfully as she let go off Regina's wrists and raked her hands through thick brown locks.
"Please, I promise I'll do anything," Regina said earnestly.
"I'll hold you to that, but remember, anything is a deadly promise to make," Emma said darkly and then got off of Regina's lap.
"Where are you going?" Regina asked, longing filling her for Emma's warm steady body on her.
"I'm going to watch you."
"Watch me?" Regina was adorable with confusion etched upon her face.
"You want to badly touch yourself, than do so. I want to watch you." Emma sat down on the edge of the bed, legs crossing. "Slowly. Fuck yourself how you do every time you think of me."
She could visibly see Regina swallowing as Emma's words sunk into her. She gave a decisive nod of her head and began to shimmy down her pants, and underwear, throwing both of them to the side as Emma picked up the glass once more and sat down on the bed in front of Regina.
Regina spread her legs revealing glistening wetness beading down her thighs. Emma could feel her mouth begin to dry and she took a sip to wet her throat. Regina wasted no time in getting right to it, left hand skimming down her toned stomach to the apex of her thighs. Her fingers sunk in with a wet squelch as a huge moan of relief left her mouth at her finally being able to touch herself. Her head sagged down against the back of the chair and she began to move in and out. Emma followed each motion greedily, feeling her insides turn to mush. How she wished her hand was the one doing that.
She watched the way the mayor's mouth fell open in wanton cries, the way her thighs spread further as her hand speed up, hips bucking up to chase it. Her eyes were closed and the muscles on her stomach twitched. She was close already.
Emma downed the rest of Regina's drink in order to hold back the want crawling up her throat. The alcohol burned and kept it down for now.
"And don't you dare come," Emma warned, her voice sounding rougher than she meant it to.
"But-" Regina gasped out, needing badly to come. Emma knew that, and yet she wouldn't let her. Not yet.
"Don't disobey me. You said anything and I hold you to that word."
Regina's knuckles were white as she held onto the couch cushion with brute force to stave off her orgasm, hand between her legs slowing down. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip and when she opened her eyes there were tears in the corner of them that belied how much effort this was taking from her. It looked like it physically hurt to stop now.
"Good pet," Emma purred, pleased.
She got up and strode towards Regina with purposeful steps. "Because you listened you get to take off my top and my shoes."
Regina blinked, as if she was waking up, not sure if it was yet reality or still a good dream. "Mistress?" she asked, surprised by this.
"Get on with it before I take my offer back." Emma wanted her pants off too, the material tight and rubbing against her crotch which begged for relief. For something softer to touch it and pleasure her, but she couldn't. Taking them off would reveal too much on how she felt.
Regina nodded her head and dropped down to her knees happily, undoing the straps on Emma's heels and sliding them off. Then, she rose to her feet, hands trailing up and taking in the curves of Emma's body before making it up to the bottom of her leather crop top and pulling it up over her head. Emma wasn't wearing anything underneath except some tape to cover her excited nipples.
Regina took in Emma's bared chest- the most amount of skin she had ever seen on the blonde before. "I'll allow you to touch me, for today," Emma instructed, her voice wavering slightly as the thought of Regina's mouth and fingers on her drew the heat in her insides to a boiling pitch.
Emma sat down on the bed, making room between her legs so Regina could get in between them. The mayor was nearly shivering with excitement and when she got down to her knees she began to run her hands up and down Emma's arm, to her neck, to her stomach which jumped under the reverent touches.
"You're so beautiful, mistress," Regina said in a dry whisper.
"Are you going to talk the whole time or are you going to put that mouth of yours to good work?" Emma said haughtily, tossing her head back and pushing her breasts out more. She acted like hearing those words didn't phase her, but, God, it turned her on to hear Regina expressively say she found Emma appealing, even if Emma had seen the wanton lust in the woman's dark eyes before.
Regina didn't wait another second, leaning in and pressing soft delicate kisses to Emma's flesh. Emma couldn't help the pleased murmurs that came from her mouth. She raked a hand through Regina's hair and muttered encouraging words to her as her lips turned from soft to sharper, teeth biting, tongue swirling, and leaving red marks.
Regina worked her way up from Emma's stomach, to her chest, pausing by Emma's breasts and looking up, wordlessly asking if she could taste them. Emma shook her head no and so Regina kept going up, kissing under Emma's jaw and drawing a soft moan out of her. At last their lips meet and the kiss they shared was just as hungry as when Regina first came in, except this time her lips were more swollen and she was writhing with unspent arousal.
But Emma was in no rush, wanting to draw out their forbidden moments together for as long as she could. There was no telling when they would meet like this again. Ignoring the both of their needs for release, she kept kissing and kissing Regina senseless, the mayor giving back as good as got until she unexpectedly pulled away and rested her head on Emma's collarbone. Her ragged breaths tickled the skin there and her hands that were resting shakily on Emma's thighs squeezed down hard as she tried to regain equilibrium.
"Are you okay, pet?"
"I'm...I'm trying not to come," Regina made out between breaths, voice small and thighs unable to stop rubbing together despite her best efforts.
Emma figured she had kept the mayor waiting long enough by now. "You may come now, pet," she said as she snaked a hand in between Regina's legs. All it took was one pass of her thumb against Regina's clit and she was coming, fingers digging into Emma's thighs as she rode out the first of her orgasms with a loud cry.
"Get on the bed," Emma ordered when the first wave had finished and the mayor scrambled to obey. Regina's discarded panties in one hand and handcuffs in her other, Emma crawled up to join her, securing Regina's wrists to the headboard. "Don't pull too hard; this headboard doesn't look too stable. And since you won't be able to talk, open and close your fist twice if you want me to stop, okay?" Emma said as she shoved Regina's panties into her mouth. The mayor nodded her head and swallowed deeply in anticipation as she watched what Emma would do. The dominatrix got back off and dug around in her bag for what she needed. It was something small and black.
Emma flicked the switch and it began buzzing. "This is the strongest vibrator on the market. Guaranteed orgasm in fifteen seconds if used correctly," Emma smirked. "Let's see how many I can pull out from you."
Regina's eyes held a mixture of panic and excitement, a combination that would only heighten her pleasure. Sliding in between her spread legs, Emma placed the vibrator between Regina's legs and let it go, counting off mentally in her head.
She hadn't even reached ten before Regina was coming, and it was only a couple seconds more before she had another one and another-writhing, legs kicking, arms tugging on the handcuffs as she moaned and screamed past the gag. It looked like she had tried to hold them back, eyes screwed shut hard and legs clamping shut but it was to no avail. She had come hard three times in a row. And more kept coming, washing over her like a wave that threatened to drown her. But her fist remained closed, not once signalling she wanted to stop, so Emma made the choice for her, knowing Regina was probably too stubborn to give up and say no- that she would go through this all if only to please Emma. And while Emma liked seeing how much pain and pleasure Regina would take for her, she didn't want actual harm to come to Regina.
When a sheen of sweat appeared on Regina's forehead, Emma finally pulled out the vibrator, a gush of wetness coming out with it. Regina had soaked the sheets underneath her and the shirt on her was wet too. Emma turned the vibrator off and took out the gag so that Regina could suck in air hungrily, her chest heaving up and down like she had run a marathon.
"You alright?" Emma asked, taking the chance to wipe Regina's damp hair out of her face. "Do you want to take a break?"
Regina shook her head. "No, I can take more." There was the stubbornness, that need to please.
Emma slapped Regina's thigh sharply in reprimand. "I'm telling you to take a break, then. I'm not pushing you hard tonight." She got off the bed and fetched a bottle of water for Regina. Cracking the cap open she took a swig before leaning down with the mouthful so they could kiss once more, excess water escaping. But even after the water had gone down, they kept kissing, something slow and comfortable. Regina's legs came up to wrap around the small of Emma's back and tug her in, their lips parting and hovering close by as they bumped noses playfully. Emma was the first to break this, having gotten lost momentarily in visions of being able to do this with Regina everyday- just be next to her, kissing her softly, taking care of her.
That was a dangerous dream.
She sat up for some distance and cradled the back of Regina's neck to pour some water into her mouth. She couldn't have Regina dehydrated and while sharing mouthfuls of drink was enjoyable it was not a sure way of hydration. The woman drank half the bottle before she signaled to Emma that that was enough.
They had come a long way, considering Regina hadn't ever wanted any aftercare or even a semblance of concern shown to her at first. Now, she was more open and accepting of it. Could it have something to do how she was more trusting of Emma? Or she simply had accepted her kink fully?
Emma set the bottle and her inner thoughts aside.
"What do you want to do next? You have me for...another hour," Emma said, casting a quick look at the clock on the bedside table.
Regina was silent a moment as she thought this over, clearing her throat to speak. "Uh, do you still happen to have that Santa outfit?" Regina inquired with an uncertain waver in her voice. She looked off to the side as if looking at Emma's face would be her undoing.
Ah, so that explained the lack of Regina's scolding on Emma crashing her party in that outfit. Zelena was about to get a big thanks from Emma. For once her scheme had worked out.
"I'll be back in a minute," and she went to change into it.
They finally finished by three in the morning, laying sweaty and exhausted on the bed, and in Emma's case, body still bursting with a need to get off but unable to do so. And she couldn't wait until she got home. "I'm going to take a shower before I go," she said, sprinting to the bathroom once her tired body could get up and running the tap as loudly as possible, fingering herself in the shower for a total of three orgasms in a row, all three making her eyes roll back into her head and making her nearly collapse to the ground. When she was done, she felt much better and she quickly washed and dried off.
Regina was wrapped up in a towel outside, awaiting her turn next.
"I hope you didn't use up all the hot water," Regina said, turning to see an Emma whose skin was flushed from hot water, leaving. "You were in there a while."
It was a good thing Emma's face was already flushed or else Regina would have seen her blushing. Did she hear her? But the shower water had been pretty loud and she had been quiet. "I have to keep clean. It's very important to take a lot of time cleaning everything out."
Regina arched a brow but said nothing. As she stepped to go to the bathroom, Emma put a hand on her to pause her. "Hold on a second. I have something for you." She went to her bag and dug out a little gift before handing it to Regina. She had ordered this around Christmas time for the woman and it had just arrived a week back.
"I got you this." It was done up neatly in a small red box. She held it out to Regina who took it with curious hands and flipped the lid open. Emma was nervous. Would the mayor think this was too forthcoming? Would she be mad at Emma for giving this to her?
"This is...lovely," Regina said softly as her face split into a smile upon opening the gift.
"I want you to use it at some point during our next play session," Emma smiled, relief filling her chest. Regina liked it. It was all she ever wanted.
"I'll hold you to that," Regina said, letting fingers trace over the smooth leather. Emma put on the hat to finalize her reporter disguise and slung the duffel bag over her shoulder before leaving.
One session down, only a couple more to fulfill.
She tried to not let the idea depress her.