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You and Me Make Three - Sneak Peek, Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2019-11-23 20:57:32 +0000 UTC
To Lena’s astonishment, she entered her heat cycle much earlier than the calendar predicted — the very next day, when she was scheduled to meet with Kara for lunch. She considered postponing their plans, but her heat always did make her much more susceptible to emotional neediness.
Her heat worked against her in several ways, because Rara awoke to her enticing scent in the air, along with the smells of the pancakes and bacon Lena whipped up for breakfast.
Rara never bothered to comb her hair or get dressed. She simply appeared in the kitchen door in a pair of boxers.
“Smells are so good,” Rara announced, rubbing at her stomach and licking the corner of her lip. “We eat our breakfast and go back to bed, beautiful Lena. You deserve a break from work.”
She came over to bury her nose in Lena’s loose dark hair, wrap an arm around her waist, and reach over her to pull a pancake straight from the frying pan.
Not bothering to wait until it cooled, Rara put it into her mouth and chewed with wide-eyed appreciation. While she ate, Rara saw fit to palm one of Lena’s breasts without even seeming aware that she was doing it.
“Rara, I can’t come back to bed,” Lena muttered, keeping her voice quiet out of guilt and directing her eyes back towards the batter. She poured another perfectly round pancake and watched the little bubbles form on its surface.
“You remember how I told you about my friend?” Lena asked as she flipped the pancake to brown on both sides, but Rara snatched it up and stuffed it half-cooked into her mouth.
“I remem your fren,” Rara answered while gulping down her pancake, in a much less civilized way than she had been eating as of late. It was like all of her instincts were on overload from being around Lena while in heat.
As soon as Rara swallowed the pancake, she went back to touching Lena all over while grinding into her backside with an erection so hard it poked uncomfortably into Lena’s pajamas whenever she pushed forward. Rara attempted to run her hand sensually down Lena’s abdomen, but her fingers caught in the fabric and she tore a strip out that landed in the pancake batter.
Lena put her spatula onto the counter and touched the ruined material in shock.
“I apologize, Lena, I did not mean to do it.” Rara sulked, backing off with her head down and her pouty bottom lip sticking out.
How could she really fault Rara when she looked so pathetic and when this only happened due to her heat?
It was her own fault for not handling the situation better. Lena should have started her day with a few suppressor tablets, but she never did like taking them. She had always toughed it out, both by working overtime in her isolated lab and drinking a lot of expensive whiskey. This time she would have to think of another way to cope, one that wouldn’t result in the destruction of her clothes or personal property.
“Rara, I’m in heat and I feel like it’s going to have a strong effect on you for the next few weeks,” Lena explained and turned to see Rara with her mouth open, visibly salivating where she stood. “We talked about omegas and their heats a few weeks ago, so you already know what to expect, but experiencing my heat firsthand and all of the pheromones in the air might make it difficult for you to control certain urges. If that happens, you need only tell me, and I’ll figure out an intervention plan.”
Rara seemed to snap out of her trance and brought her fist up to beat at her chest twice as she proclaimed fiercely, “Do not worry, beautiful Lena, I have good control. Strong, like the Ox. Will have no need for interventions.”
Lena hoped she was right, but as her eyes trailed down Rara slowly, like the syrup the Kryptonian poured over the half-prepared plate of breakfast, she couldn’t help but notice how Rara’s free hand had strayed to absently rub at the front of her boxer briefs, where a very prominent bulge threatened to burst through the pair of Calvin Kleins.
The sight was distracting, and had the smell of burnt pancakes not roused her from staring, Lena might have done something foolish like try to feel it for herself. She quickly tossed the charred batter into the trash before Rara had the opportunity to eat it, and put some distance between them. The last thing she wanted to do was work the alpha up, and though it pained her to see the sad way Rara looked at her, she knew it was for the best, or she would never leave the apartment.
Lena couldn’t afford to skip another lunch with Kara or it would jeopardize their friendship. If she was honest, she had missed Kara dearly and the thought of seeing her sent warmth rushing through her body.
“I’ll be home later,” Lena promised, knowing the sooner she left, the sooner the air would clear of her potent scent. “The fridge is stocked with all of your favorite things.”
“Have good day at work, take many breaks, and enjoy time with your friend.” Rara murmured through a mouthful of bacon. She showed no signs of being upset as she waved at Lena with a bright smile—only adoration and sincerity, even if she was eating with her fingers again like a starved animal.
The scientist in Lena found it fascinating how fast her own pheromones could affect Rara, but the omega in her reacted to the animalistic traits with a fresh wave of heat and she hurried to whisper out, “Thank you.”
Lena dressed and left the house without further incident, in part because Rara had already situated herself on the couch with a multitude of books, snacks and audio tapes. Netflix was on too, and Rara seemed to be multitasking her way through it all with efficiency.
By the time Lena made it into L-Corp, it was almost time to leave for lunch with Kara, and so she set her work aside to leave for the restaurant early.
Lena double checked the address because it was a new place that Kara had picked, and when she arrived, she noticed the distinctively romantic atmosphere. A waiter led her towards a table in the back, where Kara was already seated with her nose in a menu.
