#alpha!christine

Erik/Christine, but make it ABO (but also w nontraditional dynamics)

Bond had always sounded too close to the word bound for Erik’s tastes. 

im actually doing it... aboctober but in february... or as I like to call it:

Even though they agreed that it was only a one time thing and that it was for the best, Meg couldn't stop thinking about it. Not for the rest of that month and definitely not for the first half of this one. If the way Christine blushed every time they touched any more was anything to go by, she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened either. This is why she impulsively decided not to take her suppressants. She wanted.. no, she needed another romp in the sheets with her best friend. It was stupid but she didn't care in the slightest right now.

The tell-tale signs started during ballet practice, but thankfully her mother would just assume that she was sweating profusely. It had been so many years since her mother had been around her during a heat that she'd forgotten the scent that she put out during this time. This was confirmed when Antionette had scolded Christine for risking everything she'd worked for by not only sleeping with an omega, but sleeping with a random one. It had stung at first for some unknown reason, but she'd quickly realized what a benefit this would be to her.

She stumbled into Christine at one point, purely on accident. However, she knew it was going to work in her favor because the singer had subtly scented her and her eyes had glazed over the slightest bit. The way her hand had lingered on her arm while she steadied her had sent a thrilled chill down her spine. She was just lucky that her mother had been too busy reprimanding one of the other ballerinas to notice the antics between her daughter and her friend.

By the time that they were done with rehearsal, her mother had swept off to her office. This was another plus because it meant that she'd be very busy for most of the night before she allowed herself to be distracted  with Andre. This kind of made her mother a hypocrite but not really. Both of them were betas and even if they weren't, they were too old and it was doubtful that they actually had an active sex life. She refused to acknowledge the small chance that they did as it was much too scarring.

Meg perched on top of the dresser in Christine's dressing room, fanning a hand in front of her face, her blonde curls damp and almost limp. She wasn't sure she'd be able to get home right now, not even with Christine's help. "Alpha...Please." She mewled pleadingly.

Christine had been struggling with her own urges since Meg had stumbled into her on stage. However, the more time that they'd remained in this little room with the door locked against intruders, the more difficult it became. That plea had been the last straw. She dropped to her knees almost immediately and pulled Meg closer to the edge. She pulled off the tights and the tutu, chest rising and falling with a heavy sigh as the scent of slick became more potent.

Upon feeling Meg's hand in her hair, urging her forward, she complied. She kissed and licked her through the material, reveling in the way that Meg squirmed and bucked. She was clearly looking for more friction. She eventually used her teeth to remove the soaked panties and shoved her tongue against her, lapping up as much of it as she could manage.

They were both panting when Meg pulled her away with a whine that clearly told her it was good, but it wasn't enough. Something she'd been prepared to realize. She stood up and stripped her lower half. Meg scooted forward and hooked her short but strong legs around her hips. Christine rested her hands under thighs and pulled her against her.

Meg's head fell forward as she moaned, her eyes squeezed closed. Her hands roamed Christine's body and the alpha turned her head, instinctively biting down. She'd marked her friend as her mate in the heat of the moment and it drew another weak moan out of the omega. It was a blissful feeling. There would definitely be consequences for such a thing. Especially since Meg had decided to turn her head and return the favor, drawing a similar noise out of Christine.  If she had to be stuck with anyone, there were worse people.

It didn't take them too much longer to finish-surprisingly at the same time. They slowly withdrew and pulled themselves together, giggling nervously. However, There was no regret. None in the slightest.

"Should we go home and continue there?" Christine suggested, smiling sheepishly as she offered her arm. This brought a matching smile out of Meg. The blonde slipped her arm through hers and allowed her to lead her away.

Modern AU Christine and Meg had been best friends since childhood and they defied the expectations. Everyone had expected Christine to present as an Omega and Meg to present as an Alpha. However, it happened the other way around. Meg had been on suppressants for years- but her prescription expired and she hadn't had the chance to renew it. Before she could, Christine's rut triggered her heat. They took care of each other, the consequences not considered until they became an issue.