Want
This is a request from the dear @fatedeniedhope : Obviously female s/o doesn't realize that Reaper is interested in her, she been usually a second choice for most ppl. Then actually realize his innuendo actually mean something, cue blushing and stuttering. " I think omega would be a better choice, I'm a beta . I won't be able to satisfy a alpha , I wouldn't know what to do any way." Here’s my swing at it
You fell back hard into the chair in the Talon common’s area, dragging a hand over your face with a heavy sigh. Most days, you were perfectly content and happy being a beta; it granted you a cloak of invisibility from the hyperdominant posturing of Alphas and made it easy for you to communicate and relate to Omegas without either of you feeling pressure to make a move on one another. Today, though, you wished you were anything but. Betas were ‘useful’ to have around, especially in an organization filled to the brim with more Alphas and omegas than anyone could count.
Betas could charm two Alphas into backing down without getting your throat torn out in a display of clashing dominance or cowing from their aggression like an omega might. Being a beta-O, you could approach unpaired omegas in heat and calm them down and get them to the nurse for suppressants or wait with them comfortingly until their Alpha came to retrieve them. You had separated two fights earlier that day, escorted one omega to the medbay and been absolutely assaulted and coated by the pheromones of an omega whose Alpha wouldn’t be back til that evening. An hour long shower late, plus special soap, and you still had a lingering stench of that omega on you from earlier. It would subside given time but it irritated your sense; your nose itching and sneezing every so often. Maybe a bit of holo-vids would take you mind off of it…
“Hey.”
A shiver rolled down your spine and you prayed that he didn’t see it, but the quiet chuckle that sounded from behind you revealed otherwise. You tilted your head all the way back until you caught sight of Reaper, licking your lips unconsciously as you caught sight of him. This was a two-fold rare treat; one, seeing him in completely casual wear and two, being the focus of his attention if his eyes travelling over your body was any indicator. He wore a tight black shirt and a pair of sweats that were probably supposed to be loose but clung to his thighs hungrily. You had notices that the Reaper had been paying you special attention as of late, sharing short conversations, asking how you were doing, visiting you when you had a graveyard shift and he was on base.
But you had already quelled any hope he had any real interest in you...He was just being...polite, definitely polite. Even now, it was more than likely he was smelling the leftover vestiges of that random omega’s pheromones. Another thing to add to the ever growing list of reasons why you hated being a beta, you would never be as appealing as an omega, especially to an apex alpha like Reaper. Standing up with a sigh, you turned on your heel and forced a respectful, yet kind smile to your face.
“Hi there”, you said simply, suddenly feeling shy as you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. His gaze was eating you up, probably because of scent you mind reminded you to crush the rise of hope that threatened to bubble up again. “Uh...how’re you?”
“Good”, he said in that low, rumbling tone of his that made you shiver again, this time not even trying to hide it. You were pinned in place as you watched the taller man dip his head down towards the side of your neck where your scent glands were and taking a deep breath. You watched him, hands balling into unsure fists at your side as you watched his scarred feature crinkle in confusion. He pulled back but didn’t stand all the way up, hovering over you slightly, the occasional tendril of smoke floating off of him. His lips twitched downward ever so slightly into a frown. “You smell different.”
“Oh”, you said quickly, lightly pulling at your shirt with a mirthless laugh and a shrug. You glanced back his way, seeing that he was still studying you with those blood red eyes of his. There were times that you wished that he wasn’t a man of such few words and expressions, the neutral scowl he had only twitching up and down every so often. It’s probably because your scent was throwing off the ‘tantalizing’ smell of someone else’s heat. “Was a referee and therapist today, y’know Jill of all trades. Seems that I can’t get Janikowski’s pheromones offa me but hey, what can you do?”
“I could help you with that.”
Gabe stood back to full height, this time a small smirk tugging at his lips as you stared up at him before you started laughing. You snorted once before dissolving into a set of giggles, shaking your head slightly and giving the Alpha a humored smirk. It was kind of him to joke with you at least a little bit, although a part of your mind loved the idea of him holding you, nuzzling you, absolutely drenching you in his heady scent. Your face burned as you shook your head again, more to dispel those thoughts and the creeping blush.
“Oh haha”, you said with a snort, even going so far as to lightly touch his shoulder, boldness accompanying your mild incredulity. “What’re you gonna do, scent me til it all goes away?”
“Exactly”, he said with a smirk, taking half a step closer to you as your jaw dropped. “You going to object?”
“Wh-What”, you stammered, tripping over your words, mouth opening and closing in shock as your face began to burn. You tried to laugh but the sound that came out of your mouth sounded more choked as your mind tried to calculate what he was saying. “Y-y-you scent m-me? Hahaha...y-you’re...you’re serious?”
This is the closest you had ever been to seeing a smile on Reaper’s face as the scared man chuckled, muscular arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. He was absolutely eating this up.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t like it”, he answered back, confident energy rolling off of him and hitting you squarely in the chest, knocking out what remained of pheromones. Sandalwood, spice and something heavier that made your tongue feel thick in your mouth, unable to talk. He leaned forward and took a half sniff, chuckling gruffly in his throat. “You smell like you’d want nothing more.”
This had to be a joke, right? Like, he couldn’t really overlook all the other, much more attractive omegas this base had to offer.
“Haha”, you forced out weakly, feeling like you might swoon at his smirk, his energy. “Wouldn’t an omega be a better choice? If you hadn’t noticed, I am a beta. I ha-haven’t been in a heat in like eight months...I won’t be able to satisfy an alpha. Not in the same way way an ‘o’ would, y’know... H-Hell, I wouldn’t know what to do anyway!”
Your hand jumped up to your mouth as you realized you had said too much, revealing that you had never laid with an alpha before. It felt like your face had been engulfed in an inferno, although your heart tugged as you saw another small smirk cross his lips as his hand reached out and grabbed your chin gently.
“Don’t worry mamita”, he stated simply, tilting your face from side to side to soak up more of your appearance. “I like you and I’d be more than happy to teach you.”