Adrenalize Me

I'd bite, I'd scratch, I'd hold you down

Just to turn you on
I'd leave you waiting tied and bound
Just to turn you on
Close your eyes and come with me tonight
I'd burn this whole room to the ground
Just to turn, just to turn you on

-Turn you On, Stitched up Heart-

"Emma, thank you so much," Ruby and Belle enthused in unison, holding their hands on top of the table and looking at each other with such relief and happiness in their eyes. "Honestly, we don't know how to thank you for what you did."

"So we hope lunch can help express our gratitude," Belle added as the four of them sat in one of the fanciest restaurants in their town.

"How come she's getting thanked, I did all the work," Zelena sniffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We're getting to that," Ruby said, rubbing her girlfriend's back as they smiled at the orange haired woman. "And most of all we thank you, Zelena, for actually listening to our plight and helping us."

The woman smiled, smug. "You're welcome."

"I actually don't know what happened," Emma confessed, though she wouldn't turn down a free meal. All she had done was ask Zelena for a favor in taking on Gold in exchange that it would make up for Zelena dragging her onto that awful trip. And Zelena had readily jumped to the occasion, solving Ruby's and Belle's issue within record time.

"Ah, and this is where the story telling begins," Zelena announced grandly. She rubbed her hands in excitement of telling a tale of her dastardly deeds.

They all leaned in to listen.

"First, I did some research on Gold. Tried to see if I could find anything to blackmail him with. Unfortunately, for a business man, he's insanely clean. Not a single bad business venture or act of suspicious activity. So, I decided to take another approach. If he was scaring Belle and making her uncomfortable with his advances, why couldn't I do the same?" Zelena started, looking gleeful as she recounted this adventure. Emma had a feeling she knew where this was going.

"So, I began to stalk him. I found where he lived, began to send him anonymous love notes. Left him flowers. Told him how much I desired to be with him. Then I began to break into his house when he was at work and take his things, or leave grander presents for him. I admit, it was kind of fun annoying him like that. He was getting scared, especially when I told him I was watching over him when he slept. He was so occupied with me, he began to forget to harass poor Belle."

"And while Zelena did this, we moved out and found another apartment, one he wouldn't know where we lived in, just in case," Ruby added.

"And then for the final act, I showed up disguised at his house with a knife and said if he couldn't love me than no one else could and that I would always be watching over him, so if he even dared to bring somebody else over I would end them. This frightened the shit out of him and he tried to get me arrested but I peaced out of there real quick. And now, from time to time I send him creepy notes. But suffice to say, I think his affections and attentions towards Belle have been ended properly." Zelena finished proudly and Emma shook her head, a low whistle emitting from her lips. Zelena truly was something else. Emma made sure she would never get on the Mills' sisters bad side.

"And again, we thank you for your help, Zelena. Feel free to get anything," Belle said.

Zelena nodded her head, having every intention of ordering the most expensive thing she could find. "We good now?" she asked Emma, who nodded her head yes. They were even now.

Emma comes in and can't say she's not surprised to see Regina already in her apartment. But what she is suprised about is to see Regina in the kitchen...cooking? Like she owns Emma's apartment. Emma's not mad about this because it means free food. Free good food.

"Get hungry while waiting?" Emma asks, inhaling the waft of spicy chicken and roasted vegetables.

"Did you know you barely have any vegetables in the kitchen?" Regina asks from where she is chopping up some basil to use to sprinkle up on the chicken.

"Yea, and I like it like that," Emma retorts, stopping by Regina, watching her smooth chopping motions. Emma doesn't know why she is consistently surprised by Regina cooking. She guessed she always expected someone else to do the cooking for Regina.

She looks entirely at ease in the kitchen, sleeves of her black shirt rolled up and necessary ingredients already out.

"Horrid, absolutely horrid," Regina says not sparing Emma a look, but there is a curl to her upper lip meaning she's amused to some extent.

"Besides," Emma switches her tone to something lower, sultrier, and presses the entire length of her front against Regina's back. "Why bother with vegetables when I have something so much better to eat?" This she husks into Regina's ear and the mayor's hand falters on the knife just a little.

Emma runs her hands up and down Regina's sides, rucking up her skirt. "Don't you agree?" Emma hums, breath hot on Regina's ear, fingers hungry and searching as she pins the mayor to the counter, leaving enough space for only her hand to slip under Regina's skirt.

"No panties?" Emma gasps out in surprise, pleased, especially when she finds the spot between the apex of Regina's thighs wet and wanting. "Did you go to work like this? Did you get all excited there for me? Been worked up all day because you know at the end of the day I'd fuck you just like you like?"

Regina gives up the farce of being able to cut up herbs anymore. "Emma," she breathes out, throwing her head back onto Emma's sturdy shoulder as the blonde's hands languidly explore down there, parting folds teasingly.

"I wonder, did you leave little puddles of your arousal in your office? Did you think of touching yourself there? Fucking yourself but wishing it was me under your fancy office desk sucking you off? Or me bending you over your desk, fucking you hard with my fake cock?"

Regina shudders and her eyes flutter shut. "Just take me already. I can't wait."

But Emma is not going to easily comply. "First tell me about how many times you got yourself off today to thoughts of me."

Fingers teasingly brush over Regina's clit and the woman shudders again, wanting. Her hands grip the counter. "I didn't. My orgasms are yours," Regina admitted in a shaking voice.

Emma is pleased by this. "Good girl. You've learned well." And for that she rewards Regina by sliding one finger into her. It's not enough, given the way Regina grinds down greedily on that one finger.

The glint of the discarded knife in the kitchen lights gives Emma an idea. She reaches for it. It's a small knife but it should do the job. "Color?" she asks when she flashes it at Regina.

"Green," Regina says without hesitation not even pausing to ask Emma why she's going to use it, or how. She trusts her like that while they play. But are they playing right now? Emma honestly can't tell. There's no use of the word mistress yet Emma is dominating and Regina is pliant. The lines have blurred too far and that is why Emma is thankful today is their last session together. She needs a clean break, but first, she's going to make sure she pulls out all the stops for Regina, makes this a memorable night for sure.

Sliding the knife under the first button of Regina's blouse she begins to rip them off. They clatter to the floor. "Be careful," Emma warns as she slides another finger and then a third into Regina who bucks with the additional touch. "Knives are sharp and I don't want to hurt you. Keep still." And to make it harder she pumps in and out of Regina in powerful thrusts that rock her back against Emma's body.

"Fuck," Regina grits out as she clenches her teeth, trying hard not to squirm. "This is impossible."

"Not if you try hard enough," Emma mentions and licks a path down the side of Regina's neck as the knife removes the fifth button on Regina's shirt. Regina's hands scramble on the surface of the counter in an effort to control herself. Her chest heaves up and down, delicious skin getting revealed inch by tantalizing inch.

At last the last button was freed, shirt sides falling apart and Emma used the flat side of the knife to slide it up Regina's stomach. The woman hissed at the cold metal on heated flesh and let out another hiss when the knife cut right through the front of her bra with a loud snap letting her breasts become revealed.

Emma really hoped that wasn't an expensive bra, but it was too late for that now.

She kept the knife whispering across Regina's skin, making sure to keep the pointed tip away from doing any damage. Regina was trying her damnedest to hold in her thrashing, muscles going stiff as she fought back the impending orgasm.

Emma gave a small chuckle, relishing in the control she had over Regina. She did love how much control she had over the mayor who normally never broke. Emma would never get tired of this. But, she figured she had tormented Regina enough. She put the knife aside and kissed her pet on the side of her neck. "You can come whenever you feel like now."

She knew she was being generous but she owned it, since it was their last session together. She began to move her fingers faster and harder and Regina's breathing increased as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering and then she was cumming, dripping all over Emma's hand.

Emma moved her fingers slowly inside of Regina, letting the woman calm down a bit before they continued.

Emma was going to do something she rarely ever did for customers, and something she had not yet done with Regina.

"I'm going to eat you out. Be a good girl and spread your legs."

Emma relished in the physical effect those words had on Regina. A heavy shudder went through her body and her eyes fluttered shut as her lips fell open. "Fuck," was the sibilant gasp that made it out of there as she hopped onto the counter without wasting another second, pushing aside the cutting board and knife and spread her legs. Emma jerked down her skirt in viciously tugs down Regina's legs and let it pool on the ground, then running her hands on the smooth skin of Regina's trembling thighs. The woman's eyes were lidded and cheeks flushed bright red. Emma took in her look, ducking in to kiss her down the neck.

The both of them knew what a special occasion this was going to be. For Emma to service her pet much less get down on her knees for her. "Aren't you going to thank me?" Emma said, brow arched.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much," Regina began as Emma lowered herself to her knees.

"Don't stop," Emma warned as she slowly got closer, blowing air right onto Regina's slit.

Regina's breath hitched at this but she didn't stop. "Thank you for doing this, for- fuck-thank y-you- I-ah," Regina began to babble as Emma finally parted her folds with her tongue. She did shallow dips of her tongue inside before letting it flick out. Regina tasted incredible. Not too salty but not too sweet either. And the way she shook- delicious in it's own way.

Emma continued to do light touches before she flattened her tongue and ran it from bottom to top. At this Regina's hands dove into Emma's hair as if she could ground herself better that way. Looking up from her spot on the floor, Emma could see Regina's head had dropped back and her thank you's were nothing but half silent movements of her lips as her chest heaved up and down.

Emma wanted to see her fall apart more, so she lightly sucked on Regina's clit. That proved to be Regina's undoing, the woman cumming quickly and intensely.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," escaped her lips, each curse accompanied with small hip thrusts into Emma's mouth, dripping all down the blonde's chin. Emma found that erotic as all hell and endeavored to see that again.

So she tongue fucked Regina into her second orgasm and her third which followed easily from her first one. Her back arched each time she orgasmed and she let out loud cries which she had to silence by shoving a hand into her mouth and biting down hard on her knuckles.

Fuck. Emma loved how she looked when she was over come with ecstasy.

Now, it was time to make the rest of the evening special.

When Regina leaves that evening, the evening of their last session, Emma texts her boss that she needs to talk to them. And then, she spends the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling in her dark bedroom, unsure of what the hell she is doing, but knowing it needs to be done.

"You're going on break?" Ursula asks, arching his brow up at Emma's demand when the blonde shuffles into his office the following day.

"Yea, I just need a small break." Emma shrugs, tries to act casual. Ursula arches his brow, knowing something is up.

"A month isn't a small break! The hell, Swan! You know this is our busiest season coming up." Her boss is not happy which was to be predicted but honestly, Emma was itching to be out of this city. She needed to be gone. The last chain holding her back was resolved. With her sessions with Regina concluded, she could go off and be free.

"I know, and I'll work my ass off when I come back, but I just...I'm not in a good place mentally." Emma mumbles this, kicks her foot a little against the floor. She feels bad for suddenly needing to run out, but not bad enough to stay.

Concern immediately fills his eyes. "What happened sweetie?"

Emma shakes her head. "Just...I don't wanna talk about it," she said, clapping her hands in an and that's done motion. "Look, I finished all my sessions with the mayor, which was the important part because she's like a super important client and now she'll be able to be transferred over to someone else."

Ursula arched a brow at this. "Huh, you really don't like working with her, do you?"

Emma had the opposite of that problem but she didn't have the heart to say it. "And maybe I won't even be gone a month. Maybe I'll get my shit sorted before then."

Ursula's lips twist up; he knows self medicated methods all too well. "Just don't drink yourself to death."

"I won't. I don't even hit the bottle like I used to," Emma comments. Besides, no amount of alcohol can save her now.

"Alright, alright," he waved his hand at her. "You have my blessing. Now get out here before I change my mind."

"Thanks. Really." Emma smiles and breathes a sigh of relief as she rushes out of there. Her bags are already packed so all she has left to do is hop in the car and drive there. She glances quickly at the print out directions of the address Dorthy sent her. It was time to visit her and have some fun in terms of girls night out.

"Hey girl! Long time no see!" Dorthy greeted, pulling Emma towards her in a tight hug. They haven't seen each other since the trip and now Emma's at the model's place which is in the middle of nowhere Kansas. It had been a long ride. A long, winding ride, in which Emma had gotten lost several times and had to even sleep in her car overnight because she couldn't find room at a motel.

"I know. I figured it was time I said hi, saw where you lived, that sort of thing," Emma said, hugging back. It felt nice to hang out with someone who was detached from her current situation. Miles away from it actually.

"I'm afraid it isn't much," the model pulled away from the hug. "But we don't have to stay here. We can drive over to some nearby cities and check them out."

"Honestly, I don't mind. I just need something to keep my mind off of things."

"Come in. Meet my uncle and aunt. And my dog, Toto," Dorthy added as the white small dog came up with a happy bark to inspect Emma.

She bent down to pet him. "I can't believe you actually named him Toto."

"I couldn't resist. I mean, look at my name and where I live. Only makes sense," she explained and led Emma into the house, the blonde lugging behind her her one bag of belonging for this trip.

She was going to stay here as long as she could and then head out back home, where hopefully the ache of what happened was gone by then. "I hope you've got some strong stuff." She commented to the back of the model's head.

"You bet I do," Dorthy said. "I'm not planning on either of us being sober too long for when you're around here." She looked back at Emma; took in the harsh lines of her face. "You look like you need it."

"How can you tell?" Emma asked, Toto following behind her with his tail wagging happily.

Dorthy gave a wry smile. "I just can. It's a place we've all been at some point or another."

True to Dorthy's word, Emma doesn't spend much time being sober with her model friend. She doesn't mind, because she honestly forgets all about Regina and her job back home and the mess waiting for her there.

And they have a hell of a time too. Emma remembers what it's like to be young and to go off the handle. She and Dorthy hit the clubs hard, dancing, drinking, and hooking up with whomever and whoever. Emma struggles to keep up but she doesn't want Dorthy to see that. Because Emma wants to keep up with her, has to keep up with her so as to forget about her home town.

Zelena calls her a couple of times, so does Mulan and Ruby, but Emma ignores their calls and their text messages because she doesn't need their concern or their questions. Emma even gets an unsaved number calling her which makes her heart leap in her chest because could it be Regina? And why the hell would the woman being calling her?

But she only pushes those ideas away with another shot glass.

Dorthy has a lot of free time when she's not out modeling, and she calls over a few friends and they come and liven things up even more. Emma thinks her liver might fail her at some point but she just shrugs off the worry and continues. She knows this behavior isn't stellar. It's terrible, actually, but she's an adult and she'll handle her problems how she god damn pleases.

And it that's through partying all night long and waking up with glitter in places that don't belong, then that's her choice.

She does look like shit though, looking in the mirror finds her with heavy bags under her eyes and flat hair, and pale skin. She's lost weight from all the drinking and partying and not eating properly. She'll have to use a lot more makeup to cover this up when she comes back to work, but for now she doesn't worry about it. She's surprised that Dorthy manages to still glow when their long nights are over but maybe it's because she's about ten years younger and has more years to go before the toll of it all falls on her.

In this manner, a whole month passes for Emma.

It isn't until her Iphone is blaring at her a reminder that she has to go tomorrow that everything comes crushing down on her and she groans and hangs her head off the rim of the toilet, her hangover suddenly having nothing to do with the alcohol she consumed last night.

"You alright in there Swan?" Dorthy asks, sounding chipper despite her downing about twice as much as Emma. Ah, youth. Emma's getting too old for this shit.

Sometimes, she just wishes she could curl up into a ball and not have to deal with the world anymore.

But, she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth and gets up, because she has to deal with the mess she's made.

"Yea, I'm fine," she flushes the toilet and stands up to the mirror, trying to firstly fix her face before she goes back.

"Where the hell have you been for a whole month?!" Regina demands, angrily coming up to Emma. Regina's in Emma's apartment- which is so not cool because Emma's driven all the back up here and it was a hell of a long ride and she just wants to sleep- and her eyes are a bit red rimmed, either from the chilly wind outside or from crying. But why would the mayor be crying over her?

"Uh, with a friend?" Emma says, shutting the door behind her but the chill that has been brought outside by the cool fall weather has not left. In fact, it only seems to get chillier inside.

"And you couldn't say anything?" Regina is storming on her, stopping an inch from her face as Emma leans back, not expecting this to be the mayor's reaction. She had expected the mayor to be pleased by this, by having Emma gone.

"I wasn't aware I had to inform you of what I was doing. That's none of your business." Emma says coolly.

When Regina opened her mouth, no doubt to argue that it was, Emma refuted her. "You have no right to know, you're not anything to me anymore."

Regina narrows her eyes and a soft gasp exits her throat as those heavy words hit her. The anger visibly deflates from her and it feels nice to see the mayor hurting like she has hurt Emma. Emma powers on. "Our sessions are done. You don't have to associate with me anymore. You don't have to worry about me messing up anything for you. No more trysts on the beach, no more hiding secrets from Robin, no more Zelena pushing us together." She spreads out her hands, shrugging free of this. But even as she tries to act casual, detached, she's not. And she's aware of each inch she is pushing between her and Regina.

But if she thinks it'll push Regina away, she's wrong this time. Something has changed in the one month she's gone, because the mayor doesn't back down, she only steps up. "I wouldn't be so sure." And then she shoves past Emma, to the door, grabbing her coat angrily and slamming the door shut.

A/N: Didn't include the entirety of the last session because I wanted to leave it sort of private and special between the two characters.