A companion piece for my Omega!Bones piece:
Alpha!Jim feeling the constant need to fight or fuck or just prove something finally begin to fade as he steps onto the transporter. He then feels a rush of heat and chill when a whiskey reeking omega sits next to him and threatens to throw up on him.
Alpha!Jim biting down a growl when the angry omega storms into his their dorm, setting down rules and getting his scent everywhere. Jim swears he only nods silently because the scent of whiskey has disappeared and the man’s smell is so sweet.
Alpha!Jim being unsettled and on edge so he cooks and cleans and studies and everything else until Bones finally staggers home from his too long shift. He’s both soothed and electrified when the exhausted omega nuzzles him sweetly with a tired Thanks.
Alpha!Jim almost running himself into the ground to achieve perfection in all of his courses, restless and unsettled. He only stops when the fed up omega lifts up his blanket, whines about being cold, and Jim feels compelled to fix that problem immediately with his body heat; he falls asleep instantly.
Alpha!Jim acing all his courses and feeling on top of the world until Bones tells him that he’s joining him in space. Then he feels over the moon.
Alpha!Jim storming or sulking or shaking on his way to Medbay; the nurses don’t even make note of the captain’s presence any more. Sometimes he just walks in, inhales, and then calmly walks back out; they don’t even need to look up from their work.
Alpha!Jim being overheated and worked up from only the smallest whiff of Bones’ pheromones. His eyes go bright and intensely focused, and other alphas avoid looking him in the eyes directly, softening their shoulders to not postulate challenge.
Alpha!Jim knowing that Bones is in heat before the scent in Medbay even reaches him, before he senses every other tense and wired alpha on the starship itching to make a claim. Jim melting and igniting at Leonard’s pleading words, only for him, panting back Yes, omega, always.
Omega!Bones being spent and satisfied and content, lying in the arms of the alpha as he finally begins to cool from his heat. The omega whispers softly, fondly, It was always you, kid. ’Course I was too stubborn to let anything short of a poorly timed heat bring us together.
Alpha!Jim on one knee in their shared quarters, watching his beautiful, rather upset omega become flustered and flushed and nod furiously as he failed at words. Jim laughing warmly, euphorically as he slipped the ring on Bones’ finger and the man finally managed, I may throw up on you.