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Omegaverse. Or- OOH! Ooh! Ooh! Fem!Spacecedogs!
((How did you know I love writing about lesbians? I swear to god, the female forms of Adam and Nigel are Adamina and Nigella, I actually looked it up, I’m not just making things up. Enjoy!))
Maybe it was the meekness that hit her.
Nigella had always had a weakness for the meek girls, the ones that shrunk away and looked startled every time you so much as touched them. But oh, if you did get to touch them...the meekness fell away and their shyness blossomed into moans and flushes and those little whimpering noises that Nigella had never been able to resist. Meek was good. Meek meant great sex once you unlocked their potential. And this one certainly looked like she had potential.
Curly brown hair that traveled to her shoulders, no further. Beautiful azure eyes that were currently trained on a book, oblivious to the outside world because that was how she always seemed to be. In her own little world, never one to be interested in the affairs of others. This wasn’t the first time Nigella had seen her, and she always looked the same. That dorky fucking blue sweater that did nothing for her figure, though she had a feeling this one didn’t care about her figure. Still, Nigella could trace the outlines of it through her clothes, and it was nearly making her salivate. She wanted that. She wanted that in her bed.
“Nigella. Or Nigel, if you want. Call me fucking Ella and I’ll fuck you up,” she introduced as she dropped onto the bench next to the woman, smoking a cigarette and blatantly ignoring the no smoking sign not three feet away from them that the woman’s eyes instantly swung to.
“You can’t smoke here,” the woman said, brow furrowed low over those eyes and oh, they were even prettier up close. Nigella wanted to just snap her right up. She could have this one in the bedroom in twenty minutes. Tops.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, darling,” she answered, taking another drag on her cigarette, though she blew the smoke up out of courtesy anyway. Didn’t want to scare this one off. “What’s your name?”
The woman looked wary of her, unsure of whether to answer or not, but it seemed that she couldn’t help herself. “Mina,” she said, though she amended it a moment later. “Adamina.”
“Mina, then. It’s a pleasure. Want a drag?”
“N-No thank you.”
A slow smile spread over Nigella’s lips as she looked at Adamina, until the other woman asked, somewhat puzzled, it seemed, “What?”
“I just think you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” she said, and was rewarded with a beautiful flush unfurling on the other woman’s cheeks. “And I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing much more of that pretty face soon.
