Heat of Duty: The Blanket
Part Four
Alpha Ghost | Omega Reader | You were so sweet, donating your scent to Military Alphas in Need™
It was safe, confidential, and hey, fifty bucks is fifty bucks. It’s going great, until a certain Alpha decides you’re going to be his
CW: NSFW - Omegaverse Dynamics - Nothing too crazy but the usual scenting, marking, knotting, vaguely non-con. The yearning.
(1.8 m is something like 6ft. He's 6'2")
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His dark eyes drag slowly down your face and form before looking up. He has to bend some to look into your eyes, almost suffocating the space. It's… kinda hot. You have the chance to really get a look at tonight's bad decision.
He's a massive alpha, you can see now, at least 1.8 meters and double your width and weight. A tight shirt hugging his broad chest peaks out from under a zip up hoodie. From the look of his wrist, he has tattoos; lower, dark jeans and a belt that looks suspiciously like a weapon holster; higher, a beat up face with scruff on the chin and dark blonde hair just long enough to start to curl, poking out from under a cap. All things considered, he was a handsome fucker.
"You fancy a bite?" His low voice, dripping with Alpha energy, pulls your eyes back to meet his. Brown and focused. Hungry in a way that food cannot sate. Even without his scent, he has the look and confidence of a predator, zeroing in on salvation. He already knows exactly how he's going to devour you and he wants you to know it. But he's going to be so polite about it, taking you for food, maybe offering his hoodie later without the intention of trying to scent you. When was the last time you had an Alpha who wasn't handsy and pushy, jumping straight to crude remarks and anger at the slightest rejection?
Fuck. Not answering. They just saw my knob, affirmative. That's hot. Why didn't I shave? He berates himself, holding your gaze. "So fucking cute. What did I do to deserve this. Hell. They're still not saying anything.. I'm not going to just grab 'em and walk. I'm pretty sure that's only in the films-"
"I could eat," You give him a few slow blinks, leaning into his dominant energy.
"…Right," He smiles and tugs his mask back up over his slightly crooked nose. He nudges you out ahead of him, then tucks his hands in his pockets. "There's a deli bout two blocks up. Nice place." He would know, it's where he stopped for a piss a few hours ago. The place was a sight better than the shabbier pubs and kebab joints closer to the base, and hopefully good enough for this omega because he is NOT familiar with this part of the city.
"I need to, ah, drop this package off still." You look up at him, and gesture to your bag. Every week, you sleep with a small fleece blanket, letting it absorb the smell of your skin and your bed. Then you donate it to Military Alphas in Need™ (MAN - a great acronym) and fifty bucks get deposited into your account. Easy money, really.
"...Right." He answers and nods, stepping back to let you go to the dropbox he had unceremoniously guided you away from. He doesn't touch you, but his gaze is heavy, like he is watching and absorbing every detail about you. "You make good money fer it, then?" He asks, a hint of Alpha jealousy seeping into his tone. "No other Alphas bother you, do they?" He asks, voice lowering.
"Not any more than the usual harassment." You laugh, sliding the package into the slot. "This is supposed to be confidential, you know? I'm happy to sell a bit of my scent to help those in need."
"Mm." He agrees and then gives a small hand motion, guiding you to the sidewalk. He doesn't offer any more information on how he found you, and you let it slide. For now. He walks at your pace, standing as a tall presence just behind you. He doesn't say much more. When you stop at the corner, his elbow nudges you slightly, sending a delicious shiver down your back. When was the last time you felt so excited by a man?
Simon, for his part, is barely holding it together. His instincts are torn between growling at anyone that looks at you, burying his nose in your neck and inhaling until he's had his fill, and aborting the mission entirely and going to Plan B (which was going to your home and stealing a stash of your underwear.)(To be swapped out at a later date. He's not that inconsiderate.) You're so perfect. I'm really in this now. Wouldn't trade it for anything. He can feel the affection in his gaze and in the way he relaxes just by looking at you. He's going to make this work, goddamnit, even if he has to make it up as he goes.
"So you're army?" You ask, glancing up at him as you near the deli. He looks down and gives you a short nod.
"Special Forces. Can't say much more'n that." He looks ahead, and pulls open the door. The spot is nice, if not a bit old fashioned. There's a glass meat case, checkered linoleum, and the smell of toasting bread. Since it is about that time when people get off work, it's starting to get a bit busy. "Wha' do you like to eat? They got sandwiches. Soup." He pauses to look up at the menu. "…salad?"
He seems unsure. How can someone be so dominant and yet insecure? It pulls a smile to your lips. "Probably a combo." You offer, pretending to look at the menu while sneaking glances at him.
"Right. Yea. Get whatever you want. My treat." He says with that same low intensity.
That makes you chuckle softly. "Your treat, huh? Really pulling out all the stops to wine and dine me, eh?" You tease him, you can't help it.
His gaze flick back to yours, and even from under the mask, you can see his eyes crinkle with the humor. "Yea. Anything for you. It's the best deli in the city."
"Yea?" You play along, letting him wrap an arm around you and put his chin on your head. He's breathing you in, and even for him being mostly a stranger, it somehow feels right. "I didn't realize you were a connoisseur."
God you're so cute. He can hardly contain himself. Teasing me like this? When you don't pull away, he let's himself breathe your scent, holding you tight against his chest. It gives him a calm he's not sure he's ever felt. " 'M not. Actually never ate here before."
"Huh." You smile wider and laugh at his easy admittance, tipping your head up to look at him. "Then let's get a couple different things and share?"
"Tha's perfect, love. Yea. Whatever you want." He looks down at you with the deepest, most sincere eyes.
Your heart stutters and you realize… this might be it.
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