I Can't Get you Off my Mind (And Maybe I'm Crazy but it's True)

Chapter Nine: Cleaner and Lighter Fluid

"Emma, this is inappropriate," Regina hissed in between gasped breaths as Emma had her pinned against the wall. They were currently hiding inside a closet, during the middle of an art gallery opening that Regina was hosting. Today she had opted for a tailored Yves Laurent suit that had Emma pressing her thighs together under her nude colored cocktail dress as they walked around the building.

It had been pure torment for Emma and now, she was going to seek some relief for it.

Emma was sloppily kissing the underside of Regina's neck as one hand worked under Regina's shirt, pinching her nipple under her bra, while the other worked away inside the alpha's trousers. "Your dick doesn't think that," she mumbled into the quivering column of Regina's neck.

"What if someone walks in and finds us?" Regina continued despite how her hips were bucking up and down with each touch. There wasn't a lot of space to work with, but even Emma knew it wouldn't be entirely smart to remove clothing right now, despite how much she wanted it.

"They won't," she assured. "Besides, you know I need this. Need to feel you." Emma's heat had arrived a couple days ago and while it was gone now, Regina having seen to satisfying every urge the omega might have, Emma could still feel the grip of the cycle on her bones and in her blood, making her singe and want to taste her alpha again. She had been able to hold off this long, all night especially with Regina's suit. Once Regina had done her speeches and done her schmoozing, Emma had pulled her aside and into this janitor's closet.

Emma knew Regina had a bed inside her office, but if they went there, Emma wouldn't want to leave and Regina needed to be coherent for the rest of the opening night.

Working with Regina again was nice. Emma was almost done with her works of art and soon she'd be able to have them up for sale again. However, this time, Regina let Emma in more on how the business worked and the artist helped Regina look into more notable and upcoming artists from the local area. Their working relationship felt more balanced even though Regina was the one who paid Emma.

"Maybe I should work elsewhere?" Emma had suggested one night over dinner in Emma's apartment. Regina didn't live in Boston so she only had her room in the gallery. She was currently apartment shopping, bringing Emma along to see if she liked the place too. Emma had a feeling Regina was looking for a place for both of them but she didn't say anything because they'd only been together for three months now and moving in together would be a big step for them both. Emma was ready, but she knew Regina took a while to be ready for things.

"Why do you say that?" Regina asked, dropping the fork from her mouth. It sounded more like 'why would you say that?'

"I enjoy working for you, but doesn't it feel a bit weird now that we're dating? To have me below you in a way?" Emma shrugged, not sure how to word her feelings.

"You don't mind being below me in bed," Regina voiced, trying to use humor to diffuse the situation a bit. It was clear from the line in her forehead she was taking this seriously even if she didn't try to show it.

"I just feel, maybe it would be more conducive to the both of us if I were to be paid by someone else. This way, you don't waste money on paying me," Emma pointed out.

"I suppose..." Regina sighed out.

"There's no rush. I was just bringing up the idea for...when things get a bit more serious," Emma said, hoping Regina wouldn't be too hurt by this.

"Of course, Emma."

Currently, Regina was saying Emma's name in an entirely different manner. "Emma," she whimpered, as the blonde sucked particularly hard on her pulse point. The small confined space smelled of their combined scents, making Emma's mind even foggier. And then in an even louder whimper, "Emma!" as she came inside her underwear. She let out a ragged breath as she returned to her senses.

"You are incredibly naughty for doing that," Regina commented in a hoarse voice as Emma pressed a kiss to her lips, smirking against them. Emma was wet from all this, from Regina calling her naughty, and she wanted very much for Regina to touch her. It wouldn't take long. "I can't believe you made me ruin my suit."

"It's not ruined," Emma retorted.

"Maybe not on the outside..." Regina trailed off, eyes lidded heavily. There was no denying she could smell Emma and her hands crept up to Emma's hips, rucking up her dress. "But, your dress will definitely get ruined."

Emma shivered in delight at this. This dress was expensive but she didn't get if it got ruined.

They didn't come out of the closet for a while.

Things were going to smoothly for Emma and Regina. It was almost like a dream. An unreal dream. But neither of them wanted to comment on it, for fear they would pop the dream and make it come crashing down. Regina seemed to have let go of whatever guilt she felt over Robin and Roland. He and Regina were on texting terms- her checking in on him and seeing how he was doing so he didn't spiral down into a pit of despair.

Emma, hadn't talked to Killian in a while, but figured she should. Just to see how things were doing. So, she texted him one day, and was surprised to see him answer in the affirmative to having a meeting with her. She hadn't expected him to be so eager to it, and half believed he would stand her up when she arrived. She came a bit later, just so that if he wasn't there, she could leave and not look foolish.

But he was there, at a small cafe table, wearing his old leather jacket. His hair was longer than the last time she had seen him, and he had grown stumble, almost long enough to call a beard but not. "First you ask to meet me, and now you're late?" he groused as she sat down. Not a warm welcome, but she hadn't thought him to give her one.

"I didn't know if you would arrive, so I gave you a bit more time," she admitted.

"I always showed up places for you," he commented and she bit the inside of her cheek, willing herself not to rise to his bait.

"I want to make amends," Emma told Killian when she felt feasible enough to answer.

"I don't," he responded flatly, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, almost like he was challenging her. Dealing with a stubborn Regina was harder; she would not stoop to arguing with him.

"Then why did you come?"

At first it seemed he wouldn't answer this, but in the end, he squirmed a bit in his seat, uncomfortable with being so open. "I wanted to...make you feel bad. To yell at you a bit. But I just...I just can't," he rubbed a hand over his beard. "Because I'm angry and I'm still hurt. I wanted you to try just a bit harder to stay with me. But I know that mate bonds...nothing or no one should get in the way of them and our happiness was in the way of it."

Emma didn't say anything to that, just listened. "And I didn't want to be the asshole boy friend who got in the way of that."

"Thank you."

He tsked. "Don't thank me. I'm still upset at how this all turned out because for the longest time I was really thinking it would be just you and me. But it wasn't meant to be and I still need to get over it. I am trying to get over it. But one can only sleep with so many omegas before that too stops working."

Okay, Emma didn't need to know about his sexual escapades because a part of her still thought of him as hers even when he wasn't and never should have been hers. Because Regina was the one and only person for her as decreed by biology. "I still care for you Killian. Even if not as a couple, as a friend. Let me know if you need-"

He put up a hand to stop her. "I'm not going to run to my ex to talk about how I should get over my ex."

She closed her mouth because it did sound a bit like a bad idea even if she had meant well. "Alright. But just...check in with me and let me know if everything is alright. And please, don't show up drunk to my art shows."

A spot of color lit up his cheeks. "I hadn't planned to do that," he said a bit gruffly and abashed. "I just drank too much...and," he shrugged here. "I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to ruin it."

"Regina managed to salvage it."

He sneered on Regina's name. "Of course she did. She's the better alpha isn't she?"

"Oh, don't be like that," Emma admonished.

"Sorry," Killian grumbled, lowering his head a bit in shame.

"Why does it smell like smoke in here?" Regina asked once she'd opened the door to Emma's apartment. Emma had given her the spare key and Regina took to letting herself in whenever, this time a bag of take out with her. It was late outside and she had a feeling Emma hadn't ate yet.

"Um, art?" Emma called out from her art room and Regina set the take out on the counter before going to see her girlfriend. Regina still couldn't get over the fact that Emma was her girlfriend. So much had changed between them and yet stayed the same. Regina came into the room and saw that one of the canvas boards was charred and Emma was standing over it, bucket in her hand. The bucket must have contained water, water that was now pooling under the painting.

"Emma, what did you do?" Regina started, hands on hips.

"I um, was experimenting with a new art technique and you could say it did not go well," Emma said in an abashed manner. She ducked her head in shame.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Regina's eyes swept over her girlfriend and found her to be alright.

"Yea. Fine. Just mad at myself for ruining one of my works," Emma sighed out and kicked the remains. "Took me weeks to make and now I've got to remake it."

"I hope the new one won't take too long. You're showing in about three months," Regina said, stepping over to Emma in her heels and taking the bucket from her.

"Don't worry. I've got this," Emma assured and smiled softly at Regina. "You don't need to check up on me."

"I actually came for another reason."

"Not here for my art?" Emma arched a playful brow. "Are you here just for my body, Mills?"

"I wanted to show you something. But you would need to come with me. That is, if you're not too busy."

"Oh, so it's your body you're showing me," Emma grinned.

Regina huffed. "Emma..."

"Don't worry, I'm not too busy right now. I'll come with you, granted it's not too far away."

"It's not," Regina assured. "But first, we eat."

They quickly ate the take out and then Emma grabbed her coat and the two of them were off to Regina's limo which was parked outside Emma's apartment complex. Inside the limo, Regina was brimming with an eager energy. Emma wondered what it could be about, but she knew better than to ask. It seemed like this was a surprise.

Emma looked out the window to see the limo was taking them to the nicer part of town. They pulled up in front of a glass forward building. "Regina...?" Emma turned to Regina with a questioning look. The alpha said nothing, just got out, Emma trailing after her as they walked into the lobby. It was so bright here and clean.

All whites and spaces and blacks. Emma felt out of place. Regina flashed her id card to the man at the front desk and then proceeded to the elevator. She was doing a bad job of hiding the smug smile on her face and Emma rocked back on her heels as they waited for the elevator to come and pick them up. The machinery deposited them on the tenth floor and with her id Regina swiped into the apartment there.

She turned to see Emma's reaction as the blonde walked in. "So, what do you think?"

"This is a nice ass apartment, Regina," Emma commented, whistling low as she took it in. it was similarly patterned like the lobby, with clean cut edges, bright lights and a color scheme of marble.

"I got it. For us, if you're interested," the alpha confessed. Emma had a feeling Regina was looking for an apartment for them but it felt nice to have this be confirmed.

"Of course I'm interested." This was a big deal. Regina was making strides to commit to their relationship. Emma would be remiss to turn this effort all down.

"Good," Regina nodded her head briskly. "Then it's decided. We just have to move your stuff and you'll come here. This will be our new home."

"This place looks expensive. I hope you didn't go out of your way to try and impress me, because the simple fact is that as long as you're there, it's home. Even a small apartment, as long as you're there with me."

Regina's cheeks reddened at this. "Not only do you have a way with art, but you know all the right things to say. I wish I could be more like that."

"But you're you, and I wouldn't want it any other way," Emma wrinkled her nose as she came up to Regina, switching the subject as a devious idea entered her mind. "Well, you know we need to celebrate this," Emma said, a coy grin on her face as she turned to Regina.

Regina arched a brow, slowly getting at what Emma was hinting at but not wanting to assume. "Yes?"

"We need to break in the new apartment," Emma said, playing with the lapels of Regina's suit jacket. She brought her face close to the alpha's, smelling the excitement rising from Regina even if Emma didn't feel it poking her yet. "And that new queen sized bed you have."

"How do you know it's queen sized?"

"You wouldn't dare get anything smaller. Each time you sleep on my bed you always wake up so cranky."

"I don't know how you sleep on that rock!" Regina complained. "It's horrid on the back. I swear I've woken up there with bruises from the mattress springs."

"It doesn't bother me much. But something tells me once I sleep on your bed, I won't be coming back."

"No, especially not when you see how good I can fuck you on it," Regina said, hands grabbing Emma's hips and pressing them against hers so that Emma could feel the start of that promise. The omega gasped, cheeks reddening as she was turned on.

"Then hurry up and show me," she growled, nails biting into clothing now, wishing it was naked skin instead. Regina complied and kissed Emma hard, leading her blindly into the wall. They collapsed hard into it, Emma flailing her arm and knocking over a lamp. Emma looked wide eyed when she saw it had broken. "I hope that wasn't expensive," she murmured as Regina pulled away from Emma's lips to throw a casual dismissive look at the object.

"Well, you did say you wanted to break this new place in," the alpha said with mild amusement.

"I didn't mean literally," Emma pouted, feeling bad. But Regina shrugged and tugged Emma from the wall, taking her to the bedroom. A queen sized bed was indeed inside and Regina pushed Emma gently down onto it, shedding her suit along the way until she was only in her underwear. It was hard to miss the stiff and barely held by her underwear dick between her tanned thighs. Emma felt her mouth water and she went to take off her top but Regina stopped her hands.

"I want to do it," she stated, eyes dark. Emma let her. The alpha straddled Emma's waist, slipping off her top and then her bra. Her lips descended onto Emma's nipples and she sucked hard, Emma throwing back her head as the arousal spiked in her belly. She wriggled her hips under Regina's, trying to tell the alpha she needed to be touched elsewhere as well. Regina got the message and slipped her hands down Emma's toned stomach and began to work her pants down. Emma shimmied to help and soon they joined the pile on the floor.

Still, Regina continued working at Emma's chest, making sure each nipple got the attention it needed. Emma's hand grasped the back of Regina's neck, nails pricking the alpha's skin. "Regina, please," she pleads, voice weak. Her arousal has stained her underwear.

Regina chuckles at this. "Impatient," she murmurs but doesn't keep Emma waiting any longer. She tugs Emma's underwear down and places her mouth between the soaked folds there. Emma moans, hand in Regina's hair and encouraging the alpha to continue. Regina has learned Emma's triggers well. She knows just how to get Emma off. And quickly. She flicks Emma's clit while driving one finger inside Emma and curling and corkscrewing it in alteration. It doesn't take long before Emma is cumming, crying out Regina's name.

Regina crawls up Emma's body to swallow that cry, Emma taking this chance to turn Regina onto her back and strip her underwear off, letting her erection rise to it's full height. She pumps the stiff rod several times to get Regina panting lightly under her. The alpha's eyes are lust crowded and Emma doesn't waste a second longer. She rises herself over the alpha's hips and slowly sinks down on the thick length that is pulsating with need to erupt.

Regina's hands help push down Emma's hips, so that the omega can swallow more of the cock down. At last, Emma's pelvis is pushed up against Regina's. There is no more to sink down on. Emma begins gyrating her hips back and forth, rising up and relenting a couple of inches before sinking back down. Regina's hips push up to meet her, but otherwise the alpha lets Emma pick the pace.

The omega finds herself coming to completion again, stilling on Regina as the convulsions race through her body. Regina fights through the sensation, resisting the urge to come. When Emma comes back to her senses, the couple's position has changed once more. Regina has switched them around, all without pulling out of Emma. Emma's on her back now as Regina begins to thrust hard into her, making the bed rattle a bit.

"Shit," Regina gasps out because she can feel her knot growing. It hasn't even been one round and she's ready to knot. It's a bit embarrassing, but it's always been this way around Emma ever since she excepted her as being her mate.

"It's okay. You can knot me," Emma urges, wanting it deep within the very core of her being.

Regina nods her head, a soft whimper on her lips as she slows down, trying to get her knot in. It takes a bit of time because Regina is thick and with the knot she's even thicker but Emma has taken her before and she'll take her again.

Eventually it slides home and the feeling of being full triggers Emma's orgasm as her omega side senses that she and Regina are tied. Her walls tug on the knot and the sensation is too much for the on edge alpha who cums with a low moan, filling Emma up. The knot makes sure everything stays inside. Regina lays down on Emma's warm body, allowing the omega to wrap her arms around her and hold her close.

They lie there, regaining their breath.

"So, the bed's nice," Emma comments and Regina snorts against her neck.