#alpha!nat

   “Each other actually” her younger sister tells her

   Natashas eyes widened. It’s not that she didn’t approve of two Omegas being together, that wasn’t the case at all, as far as she was concerned people deserved to be with who they loved no matter their bearing. She just didn’t expect this, her jealousy for the non existent Alpha definitely clouded her spy senses in this instance because even though she, and she alone noticed the marks you both tried to cover due to her eyes constantly being on both of you, she couldn't figure out you were doing it to the other.

   She just couldn’t see it, far too busy watching any other Alpha that came near you both with an angry glare and a longing for her to be the one touching you both. She realized if she didn’t make a move she had no right to be protective or jealous, but the truth was that the Alpha has wanted you both almost as long as she's known you. But she didn’t want to make a move while Wanda was grieving, and how does one make a move on two Omegas anyway. Then she noticed the bruises and bites beginning to show. She thought she was too late, that she waited too long.

   “You're not messing with me? There's really not an Alpha?” the Alpha questions, afraid to get her hopes up that she still has a chance

   The other Alpha shakes her head, “I wouldn't joke around or lie to you about something that involves your heart sestra(sister).”

   Nat smiles then, a genuine smile that reaches her eyes and Yelena finds herself smiling as well. She hasn’t seen her sister smile like that since you and Wanda joined the team, and before that the last time was when they were pups on that mission in Ohio.

   “Then I have to tell them. I can’t waste anymore time, even if I’m not the Alpha they want, I need them to know my feelings.” she says 

   “Well uh, just hang on. Because I didn’t actually talk to them. I just caught them, and I kind of told them that I wouldn’t tell anyone about what I saw, so…”

   “And what exactly did you see?” Natasha asks, jealousy in her tone

  Yelena chuckles, “Relax, it’s not like I meant to. I just went to talk to them and well, as soon as Y/n opened the door the scent was… well, it was very apparent they had just finished mating.”

   Nat was torn between being concerned for the two of you getting caught by Steve, Bruce or Dr. Strange, and longing to know what your scents and noises were like when you were together. 

   The blonde clears her throat, gaining her sister's attention again, “My point is, how are you going to ask to be with them both if you aren’t supposed to know they're together?”

   Her brows furrow, “Does it matter if you told me when you know I want them? It’s not like I’m going to tell the others or punish them. I want to ask them to be mine.”

   Yelena thinks over her sisters words for a moment, “True, but I don’t want to seem like a liar. I don’t want them to lose trust in me.”

   “I’m sure if I explained the situation they wouldn't be upset about anything.” Nat says, hopeful that her sister will just agree so she can go find the two of you

   The younger of the two sighs, “Khorosho, prodolzhay (Fine, go on).”

   The redhead practically jumps off her bed, making her way to her bedroom door. She quickly turns to look at her sister, “Wait, do I look ok?”

   Yelena groans, “Oh for the love of- they've seen you covered in sweat, dirt, mud, blood, and alien blood and you're worried about how you look?” She blushes slightly but nods her head, Yelena rubs her forehead and looks at her sister. The Alpha is wearing some jeans, a long sleeve olive green shirt and has her long hair done in a braid. “You look perfectly fine Natasha.”

   She smiles again before finally opening her door and heading down the hallway towards Wandas room. It takes everything in her not to run there. Once she arrives she takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. 

   Wanda groans as the two of you cuddle in her nest, “Now what.” she grumbles

   You chuckle while sitting up, bringing her with you, “Better see who it is Wan.” 

  She reluctantly gets up and opens the door, “Oh, hi Natasha.” She tries to not appear nervous at the appearance of the sister of the Alpha that was here mere minutes ago, but the way she spins her rings gives her away.

  “Hey Wanda. Mind if I come in to talk?” she asks, eyes not leaving the Omegas.

   Wanda tries to think of a way to politely decline, afterall you're still in her nest and the room definitely still has hints of her scent from earlier. The Alpha can see the hesitation on her face and decides to help ease her.

   “It’s ok, I know who’s in there and what happened.” she tells the Omega

   Wanda, torn between being embarrassed, happy, and worried that the attractive Alpha in front of her knew this about the two of you, blushes and has to clear her throat before replying, “S-sure, come on in.”

   You look up to see Wanda open the door for- oh god its Natasha. You quickly fumble to get out of the other Omegas nest, “Relax Y/n, you can stay there if you want.” the redhead says and for a split second you forget how to breathe. Though you aren't sure if that was due to being worried or excited that she seemed to know about you and Wanda.

   Wanda, seeing the slight panic on your face, rejoins you in the nest. She holds your hand before addressing the Alpha, “Did Yelena send you to talk with us?” she asks, slightly saddened that the blonde told another Alpha despite promising not to

   “No, she didn’t send me here but she did tell me because I actually sent her here earlier.” she admits.  You both look at her in confusion as she takes a seat on Wandas desk chair.

   “Really, why?” you ask

   The Alpha suddenly looks nervous, “Over the last few months I’ve noticed that the two of you have had a lot of bruises, scratches and such. It made me think an Alpha was trying to make you both theirs. I didn’t like that idea, it made me jealous because I only noticed these things due to my inability to take my eyes off either of you. I’m always thinking about you both. What it would be like to hold your hands, to cuddle with you, to scent you, to wake up next to you both in the mornings, to be able to call you mine.” she admits

    You give Wanda a smile and she nods her head before looking back at Nat, “Don’t wait any longer then, make us yours Tasha.”

    Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at the nickname. She stands and makes her way over to Wandas nest. She gently grabs you both by your chins, lifting your faces to look at hers. She stares at both of you lovingly for a few seconds before her lips crash into Wandas. The kiss starts out soft but quickly gets heated and you're left there to watch, anticipation building to feel the Alphas lips on yours. 

   Eventually they break apart and Natashas lips meet yours, you quickly let her dominate the kiss by opening your mouth to her and she gladly deepens the kiss. 

When she pulls back you can see how dilated her eyes are, and you notice the bulge in her pants. Wanda sees it too and both of you are practically begging for the Alpha. She can see the want in both sets of eyes that look at her, it makes her heart race.

   “Please Alpha, we want you.” you finally cave, begging verbally now. 

   You and the other Omega eagerly begin to undress each other for Natasha, you toss each others shirts across the room in your excitement. The scent of your arousal mixes with Wandas in the air and the Alpha can barely contain herself, but she does. Slowly she settles between you both in the nest, Wanda straddles her lap and a smirk graces your features. Nat looks at you to make sure you're ok with this and you nod, eager to see them together as you help the Alpha learn all of Wandas sensitive spots.

   Natashas hands caress Wandas sides as she makes her way to unclasp the Omegas bra. Wanda lets it fall from her chest, Nat gently touches her breasts and when she notices the nipples harden her touch becomes firmer and she gently squeezes. Wanda moans and grinds down on the Alpha who grunts upon feeling the Omegas ass rub against her clothed hard cock.

   You lean into the Alpha, your hands slipping under her shirt. Your nails rake across her abbs, her head falls back as she lets out a moan of her own. You and Wanda take advantage of this position and begin to kiss and gently suck on Nats neck. Her breathing quickens and you know she's desperate to have you both. 

   Your gaze moves to Wanda, “Pants off for our Alpha, printsessa(princess).”

   Wanda quickly stands to obey, and the Alpha can feel a warmth in her chest from you calling her ‘our Alpha’. She watches Wanda strip the rest of the way and can feel her cock throb in her pants. Wanda slowly crawls back into the nest and Natashas eyes look over to you. You smile as your hands reach for her jeans, she sighs as you undo them. She lifts her hips and you easily slide her pants and underwear off of her.

   You can feel your slick pool between your legs as you take in the sight of the Alphas large cock. You watch as Wanda clenches her thighs together, likely feeling the same as you and Nat smirks as she sees both of your reactions. Wanda gently tugs on the Alphas shirt and she gets the hint, she quickly removes it. You and Wanda each reach a hand behind her back unclasping her bra.

   She sits there a moment letting the two of you take in her body before the waiting becomes too much for her, “Come here dorogoy(sweetheart)” she says, gesturing for Wanda.

   The Omega listens and straddles the Alphas lap once more, she hovers just above Nats cock. It takes a lot of the Alphas focus to not just thrust up into her, instead she takes two of her fingers and slips them through Wandas slick soaked lips. Wanda whimpers at the feeling and she watches as the Alpha sucks her fingers clean. 

   “You're ready for me, aren’t you dorogoy(sweetheart)?” she asks

   Wanda nods her head, “Yes Tasha”

   Natasha grabs the Omegas hips and gently lowers her until she feels herself slip inside. They both moan and Nat finds she can’t hold back anymore. Her arms encircle Wanda and she effortlessly flips them over. Now on top she thrusts herself  in and out of Wanda at a faster pace. The Omega moans in pleasure and reaches a hand out for you.

   You let her pull you closer, the Alpha watches as your lips pepper kisses and suck marks into Wandas collarbone. Upon seeing how much the Omega likes that spot Nat joins you. Wanda gasps and pants at the attention she's getting from you both, she whimpers and moans as Natashas cock pounds into her. She knows she won’t last much longer. You pull back, letting them have their moment.

    She cups the Alphas face, “Knot me, claim me, please.”

    Nat groans at hearing this and quickly kisses her tenderly, she quickens her thrusting and as Wandas walls begin to squeeze her she can feel her knot grow. It slams against the Omega a few times before she's able to slip inside. They both moan as the Alpha locks into place, Wanda can feel herself being filled with Natashas cum and she trembles as her orgasm washes over her. 

   The Alpha bites into one of Wandas scent gland and cleans her mark before pulling away, “Mine” she says

   Wanda could cry she's so happy, instead she pulls Nat closer, sinking her teeth into her one scent gland, “My Alpha, my mate” she says before cleaning the mark.

   While they're joined for the next few minutes your one hand caresses the Omegas cheek as the other runs up and down the Alphas back. Wanda purrs at the affection and Natasha hums as she enjoys having you both so close. 

   After her knot deflates Nat is slow to pull out of Wanda, not wanting any of her seed to spill. Wanda whines at the emptiness she now feels, the Alpha kisses her tenderly to offer comfort.

   Your whine quickly brings her attention to you however. You sit there with your thighs clenched drenched in your own slick, you enjoyed watching them be together but you desperately want the Alpha to take you and claim you too. Wanda smiles as she watches the way Nat looks at you, it's the same way she looks at you.

   Natasha crawls off of Wanda and over to you. She brings a hand up to your face and runs her thumb across your cheek. You lean into her touch, craving more. Her hands move to your bra clasp and she quickly rids you of it, then she tugs at the waistband of your pants.

   “Take these off for me medovyy(honey)” she tells you. You purr at the nickname.

   You gladly obey, you practically jump from the nest to finish undressing. You can feel Two pairs of eyes on you as you do so and you smile. You quickly rejoin them in the nest. The Alphas hands caress your sides as she guides you to lay down. She gently spreads your legs apart and slots herself between them. She practically moans at the amount of slick you've produced. 

   “Look how wet you are medovyy(honey). You liked watching me fuck Wanda, didnt you?” she asks with a smirk on her face.

   You nod, “Yes Tasha.” you reply, the nickname Wanda used earlier slipping from your lips.

   She smiles, lining herself up with your pussy. She slowly pushes into you and you moan at feeling her stretch you. She grabs your hips and begins thrusting in and out of you. Wandas hands cup your breasts and you can’t stop the whimpers and gasps that leave you as Nat continues her thrusts. You can feel a heat rush to your core as they both give you attention.

   As Wanda begins to kiss and suck at your neck your legs wrap around the Alpha, bringing her closer and deeper into you. She grunts in response, she loves how well you both take her. She leans down and plants a heated kiss to your lips, you moan into it as her thrusts become faster.

    Wanda knows you're close. She pulls away from you, giving you and Natasha your moment just as you had done with her. Your walls start to start to squeeze the Alpha and she moans at the feeling, her knot grows and you can feel it gently push at your entrance.

   Her eyes meet yours, silently asking if she can knot you as well, “Please Alpha, I want your knot.” you answer

   She smiles as her knot slips into you and locks into place. Your legs tremble as you both cum together, her seed practically pours into you and you moan at how full you feel of your Alpha. 

   She nuzzles your neck before biting into one of your scent glands, she quickly cleans her mark, “Mine.” she says

   You smile before sinking your teeth into her other scent gland, you clean it before pulling away, “My Alpha.”

   You stay together for a few minutes just as she and Wanda had, and just like you had the Omega caresses your cheek and Nats back. Eventually the Alpha slowly pulls out from you as well and lays back into the nest.

   She looks at you and Wanda, “Come her moi devochki(my girls), come cuddle with your Alpha.”

   You each snuggle into her sides, you and Wanda hold each others hands and Natasha runs a hand through Wandas hair, her other running through your hair. You both purr at her affection. 

   Suddenly the Alpha can feel tears from both her Omegas hitting her skin. She panics briefly, worried that somethings wrong or that she's done something wrong.

  “My Omegas, what's wrong?” she asks as she gently guides your faces to look at hers

   Wanda shakes her head, “Nothings wrong Alpha, we’re just really happy.”

   “We’ve wondered what it would be like to have an Alpha for a while now, but until we met you we never wanted a specific Alpha.” you add

   “We were worried you wouldn't accept us loving each other or that you'd only want one of us if you even wanted either of us at all.” Wanda adds

   Natasha looks at you both, her hands cup your and Wandas cheeks, “Moi devochki(my girls), I have wanted you both since I first laid eyes on you. I knew I wouldn’t be happy without having you both by my side, I knew you were the Omegas meant for me. You have no idea how happy it makes me now to be able to call you mine.” she admits a few tears of her own escaping

   Wanda leans in and kisses your Alpha who eagerly returns the kiss, they break apart and rest their foreheads together. 

   “I love you Tasha.” the Omega says 

   Nats smile is huge, “I love you too Wanda” 

   They pull apart from each other and you take Wandas place on Nats lips.

   Your smile matches your Alphas, “I love you Tasha”

   “I love you too Y/n.” she says as she pulls you and Wanda back into her sides. “And I know you two love each other too, so I want you to be able to bond. Don’t worry about anyone's reactions to it ok? I promise I’ll make sure no one lays a hand on either of you, and I’ll be damned if anyone could take either of you away from me. I’ll keep you both safe.”

   Wanda looks at you excitedly as you look up at your Alpha, “You really mean that? You’d let us mark each other?”

   “Of course I would, we’re all each others mates afterall.” she answers

   Wanda suges forward capturing you lips with her own, Nat chuckles as she watches you struggle to keep up with the intensity of the kiss.

   “I want you now printsessa(princess), please.” you beg as she pulls away from you.

   She nods eagerly, “I want you too detka(baby), can’t wait to make you mine.”

   You lay back for her, Natasha watches as she crawls over to you. One hand teases a nipple as her other makes its way through your folds, you’ve already produced enough slick that she easily slips two fingers inside you. You moan and grind your hips into her hand.

   “Please printsessa(princess), I need more” you say

   She complies by slipping a third finger into you, she pumps them in and out of you at a faster pace. Nat brings her hand to Your neck, her thumb brushes against the scent gland she marked and you can barely contain yourself. Your walls tighten around her fingers and she knows you’re close, she brings her thumb to circle your clit and your orgasm quickly washes over you.

   she leans down and bites into your unmarked scent gland, the pure happiness you both feel as she marks you is indescribable. She's waited so long and was never sure she’d be able to do it. She pulls away after cleaning her mark and smiles at you, “You're my Omega Y/n, just like you always said I would be.”

   You smile before bringing her closer, you bite into her unmarked scent gland. You clean it before letting her go, “And you're my Omega.”

   The two of you rest your foreheads together as you both shed more tears of happiness, Your Alpha quietly and fondly watches you both enjoy this moment and she's so happy she was able to let you both have this. You both deserved to be able to bond with the other. The love you shared was so pure and wholesome, it should've been illegal to keep the two of you apart.

   The two of you pull apart and find yourselves being scooped into your Alphas hold, she pulls you close to her before she lays back, relaxing once more. You and Wanda settle into her sides again as you both purr. The Alpha enjoys hearing you both, she soaks up the sound as the three of you drift off to sleep.

   When you all switched to working with the Avengers and she lost her brother you were right there for her, offering her comfort and letting her share your bed so she wasn’t alone. She knew she had to tell you that she wanted you and she was so happy to know you wanted her too, so that's when your secret relationship started. You both knew it was still considered not only taboo but illegal in most places for two Omegas to be together, but you couldn't help the way you felt about each other.

   Thankfully due to your close friendship and since you were both Omegas no one in the Tower batted an eye at how much time the two of you spent together or how one of you’d sometimes smell like the other, which worked tremendously in your favor considering the two of you would do much more than just watch tv together. 

    Currently however, that was exactly what you were doing. You were both cuddling in her nest as one of her sitcoms played on the tv. Wanda's head rested on your chest as your hand played with her hair, your other hand being firmly held by the other Omega. She laughs at something on the show, you're not sure what since you almost never paid attention to them. Your focus was always on her.

   “Y/n?” she says

   “Yes baby?” you respond as her green eyes meet yours

   She gestures to the tv show, an Alpha and some pups playing outside, “Do you think we’ll ever have that?”

   You thought for a moment before answering, “Yes, if we can find the right Alpha. But we need an Alpha that not only wants to bond with both of us, but is also accepting of us being together. I don’t know how easy it’ll be to find an Alpha like that.”

   She nods her head, sighing softly. “Do you think Natasha might be an Alpha like that?” she asks, tone hopeful

   You smile, “I’m not sure baby, but I do know she's not like most Alphas. She’s special.” she nods her head agreeing with you.

   Wanda loves you and you know that, just as she knows you love her but it was no secret that you both longed to have Natasha as your Alpha. There was just something that drew the two of you to her since you’d met her, but the Russian didn’t seem to have an interest in Omegas, which disappointed you both. Wanda more so though, you knew how badly she wanted pups, you’d give her them yourself if only you could.

   Suddenly Wanda straddles your lap and lets her hands rest on your shoulders as she leans in to kiss you. You hum in response, your hands instinctively grab onto her waist. The two of you stay like that until the need for air becomes too intense and she pulls away from you, panting slightly.

   You begin to trail kisses on her jaw, working your way down her neck. You stop when you reach her scent gland, gently you suck on her skin there before letting your teeth graze over the sensitive spot. She whines at the feeling, she desperately wishes the two of you could fully bond by marking each other. But she knows without a supportive Alpha to protect you both from judgment and punishment the risk heavily outweighed the reward. She’d already lost so much in life, to risk losing you was simply something she would never do.

   Your hands travel under her shirt and up her back, she hums as your hands undo the clasp of her bra before they travel back down to the bottom of her shirt. You take it off her with ease and her bra slips off her chest. Your hands palm her breasts, she arches into your touch a soft moan leaving her lips. 

   You replace a hand with your mouth, you gently nibble and suck on her nipple as your free hand cups her ass. She grinds down on your lap, whimpering slightly. You smirk against her skin as the hand you had on her breast moves to the front of her pants, you undo her jeans and slip your hand into her underwear. She lets out a small gasp as your fingers slide through her slick soaked folds, teasing her.

   She grinds down on your fingers this time, a needy whine leaving her lips, “Please detka(baby), I want you.”

   You look up at her, “Pants off printsessa(princess).” 

   She quickly stands, removing her jeans and underwear before sitting back down on your lap. You kiss her softly, she wraps her arms around your neck, tangling her hands in your hair as you grab her ass pulling her closer to you. She whines again, begging for you.

   Your hand moves back down to her pussy, she's practically dripping slick for you and you hum at how she feels against your fingers. You slowly insert two fingers, getting her to moan again. She begins to suck at your scent gland as you start thrusting your fingers faster for her. She gently nibbles your scent gland, sending chills through you.

   “Fuck baby, careful or you’ll leave a bruise I’ll have to explain” you tell her

   “Wish I could make you mine though.” she says in your ear

   You smile, “I am yours Wanda, always will be.”

   Her lips crash into yours as she kisses you hungrily, she slips her tongue into your mouth, her tongue finds yours as she deepens the kiss. You can feel her legs tremble as her walls squeeze your fingers slightly, knowing she's close you add a third finger and circle your thumb around her clit. She moans again breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead on hers as she focuses on her upcoming orgasm.

   “I love you Y/n.” she manages between gasps

   “I love you too, Wan” you reply as you begin kissing her scent gland effectively sending her over the edge, her slick gushes onto your fingers as she cums, her legs shake as she leans into you. 

   You slowly remove your fingers and she watches as you suck them clean, you kiss her again letting her taste herself on you. She hums at the taste. You lie back more in her nest pulling her with you so she can lie on top of you, she snuggles into you as you wrap your arms around her. 

   She looks up at you, “What about you?”

   You smile at her, “I can wait, right now I just want to cuddle you.” 

   She smiles, settling back into you. You gently run one of your hands up and down her back and she begins to purr. You chuckle softly, you found her purr incredibly cute even though you could also produce the sound. She shivers suddenly.

   “You cold? We can get a blanket, or you can get redressed.” you tell he

   She nods, getting up she grabs her clothes from earlier taking them with her as she goes to use the bathroom. No sooner does she close the bathroom door does someone knock on the door to the bedroom. You swallow hard, no one had ever come around this soon after you and Wanda had been together. You were sure whoever it was would be able to tell what had occurred if you opened the door. They knock again.

   “Hey, come on guys. I know you're in there, I asked FRIDAY to check. I got to talk to you.” Yelena says from the hall. Damn, if you didn’t answer her it would look really suspicious. 

    You walk over and hesitantly open the door for her avoiding looking at her, “Hey Yelena” you manage to say, but she doesn't reply. You chance a glance at her and find her eyes are dilated as she stares at you. Oh fuck, yep she knows.

   She quickly grabs the collar of your shirt and shoves you backwards into the room, slamming the door shut with her foot, her eyes don’t move from you until Wanda walks into the room speaking to you.

   “Detka(baby)? What was-” She freezes when she sees Yelena holding you, staring at you with dilated eyes. Wanda becomes aware the Alpha knows about the two of you and fear shoots through her. Would the Alpha hurt you for this or separate the two of you permanently?

   Finally Yelena speaks, “What the hell are the two of you doing?” 

   There's no anger in her tone but Wandas eyes start to fill with tears anyway. You can see her bottom lip tremble and you yearn to go comfort her, but the current hold the Alpha has on you prevents you from doing so.

  “Please Yelena, don’t tell the other Alphas. Don’t have her taken away from me. Please.” the Omega begs as she nervously twists the rings on her fingers, tears beginning to fall down her face.

   Yelena suddenly looks taken aback, “I…what? Hey, no I wasn't..I wouldn't….ugh.” she releases her hold on you, “Go, comfort your girl please. The tears are killing me.”

   You're confused, but you gladly go to Wanda, you engulf her in a hug, “Shh, it’s ok. I’m right here baby.” She tucks her head into your neck and her arms wrap around you tight as she hugs you back. You can hear Yelena shuffle around awkwardly behind you. You pull back as much as Wanda allows and place a kiss on her forehead before looking to the Alpha.

   “I’m not going to tell anyone about the two of you. I don’t care that the two of you are a thing, it doesn't bother me. I just panicked for you because you mated in the middle of the day where me at your door could have been literally anyone else, and I know there are Alphas and Betas here who wouldn't approve of the two of you and I don’t want them catching you and making something happen to you guys.” the Russian suddenly rambles 

   The Omega in your arms sniffles but looks at the Alpha across the room, “I’m sorry I thought the worst of you. I just saw you holding Y/n, and I could tell you found out about us and I got scared.” she admits

   Yelena nods, “It’s ok. Just, be more careful about this sort of thing. Save most of it for nighttime or daytime when most of the team is on a mission.” 

   “We’ll be more careful from now on, promise.” you tell her

   “Alright then, I’ll go ahead and leave the two of you be.” she says, turning towards the door

   “Wait, I thought you wanted to talk to us about something, isn't that why you came here in the first place?” you ask

   “It’s fine, it wasn't that important anyway.” she says with a wave of her hand and a smile

   “Ok then, see you later.” you reply, even more confused than before as she leaves

   She attempts to hold in her excitement as she heads off to her sisters room with this information. Once she gets there she doesn't bother knocking she just bursts in with a shit eating grin on her face.

Chapter 7

NSFW Alphabet: Omega Wanda

NSFW Alphabet: Alpha Natasha

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

As the year went on, her hair slowly grew out red from the roots and you gathered all your courage just to try and talk to her. You’d spent months watching her from afar, taking note of all her interests, the jokes she laughed at with her new friends and every book that was ever tucked under her arm. She had sandwiches for lunch most days, occasionally ate from the canteen and played football with the boys from the grade above you. Occasionally you saw a little blonde girl attached to her side, a younger sister who she was very protective of.

The first time you tried to talk to her, the words just didn’t come out at all. Mrs. Jones, your 7th grade teacher, asked you to hand out papers to the class and you took your chance to finally say something to Natasha. You quickly handed out paper to the other kids in her row and when you reached her desk she was looking at you. Her piercing green eyes caught you completely off guard. You froze, mouth open and your brain stuttered over the myriad of things you had to say to her. The piece of paper in your hand was held halfway out to her and she tried to reach for it from your gasp. 

“Y/N!” Mrs Jones called out, “Give Natasha her paper, please.”

Everyone turned to look at you. You snapped out of your daze and a soft smile pulled at the edges of the redheads lips. Her eyes were kind as they curiously searched yours and the attention made you blush viciously. 

You quickly placed the sheet of paper in her hand. 

“Come on, hurry up.” The teacher called out again, and you stumbled past Natasha’s desk to hand out the rest of the papers. 

The next time you were better prepared. You’d written yourself a script and rehearsed it meticulously so that another terrible case of the tongue-tie wouldn’t happen.

On a sunny day at lunchtime you set off confidently across the field to her like a march into battle, the script clenched tightly in your sweaty fist like a sword.

You walked head down towards the grass and almost accidentally barged her over so you took an awkward step back to give her space. She watched you inquisitively and your eyes darted away from her nervously to your paper. You started to read: 

“Hi -” The first word got stopped halfway out your throat when a football, fast like a bullet, hit the side of your head and knocked the paper from your hands. It felt like a slap had a baby with a punch, and that baby was a football. The stinging pain at your temple made you start to tear up and you curled your head into your hands pitifully. Natasha put a hand on your shoulder and you could feel her leaning closer to inspect the welt on your face.

“Hey! What the hell?!” She yelled out to the boys across the field.

That was not in your script. Your head didn’t hurt so much anymore but the embarrassment of being hit was made a thousand times worse in front of her. The sheer humiliation and disappointment flooding your veins made you start to cry.

“Are you oka-?” She started to ask, but you were already running off the field towards the building. 

She threw the ball back to the boy's calling for it, and followed after you but you were gone.

~~~

Eventually, the fates took the wheel and your introduction to Natasha was thrust upon you.

Your father’s new business partner and his family were invited to a dinner party hosted at your house. You stood at the doorway waiting to greet the guests and take their coats when Natasha walked in behind her father who hid her from view until he stepped aside to shake hands with your uncle. The two of you stood awkwardly across from each other in the doorway. You fiddled with your fingers nervously and you could tell she was surprised to see you.

“Hi.” You whispered. Your cheeks heated up with an embarrassing pink glow and you ducked your head shyly. 

“Hi.” She replied just as softly. She admired the colour that bloomed over your face and turned your ears a hot scarlett under your hair. 

During dinner you sat across from each other at the table. She was shy, her eyes would scatter away every time you looked up and caught her staring. She watched you nibble at the food on your plate and politely converse with the adults when they joined you in the conversation. Occasionally you caught each other’s eye at the same time and shared a secret knowing smile at catching the other staring.

You were packing up everyone's plates, shuffling them together and balancing the stack on your small arms when the man beside you piped up with a comment you didn’t appreciate.

“Nah, omegas aren’t worth shit,” He chuckled.

His words cut like knives at your skin. Your eyes narrowed and you could feel every eye at the table turn to you as you spoke up.

“Malacombe was the best leader we’ve ever had. She said that ‘Omegas are rare gifts to be revered’.” Your heart raced under your brave exterior and you shakily reached across him for his plate and cutlery. 

“She was a lousy female, what a pathetic excuse for an alpha.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes at you and he gave you a half-hearted elbow in the ribs to push you away from him. It knocked the plate in your hands and scraps of his meal fell down the front of your shirt.

Anger took a hold of you, without thinking you knocked the drink on the edge of the table into his lap. He gasped, jumping up from his seat as the spilt liquid drenched his pants. The table jostled and the legs scraped along the ground as his knees banged against the edge. His eyes twitched with poorly concealed fury as he loomed over you at 6’5 tall. 

“Y/N!” Your father boomed across the table. 

He grabbed you by the back of your shirt, yanking you backwards with the material digging into your throat and he pushed into the laundry room next door. 

The door slammed shut and as you turned to face him, he swung his arm and slapped his hand into your cheek right over your eye, his wide palm reaching all the way to the edge of your jaw. Your head swung backwards and you yelped softly under your breath so they couldn’t hear from next door. 

“You don’t speak back to guests, and you certainly never do anything like that. You’re lucky you get to sit at the table, omega.” He spat out. 

All the guests sat uncomfortably around the table. Your mother was distracting herself in the tense room by cleaning up the drink you spilled. Natasha’s heart twisted and knotted painfully at the horrific sound of your fathers palm colliding with your cheek. Not just a slap, but a hard hit against your small face. Natasha sat frozen in shock, her heart beating faster than the speed of light. Something in her roared wildly and her fists clenched at her sides under the table cloth. 

Natasha excused herself after dessert and tiptoed upstairs to find you sitting in the hallway, head between your legs that you clutched against your chest. 

“Sorry,” You sniffled and jumped up to your feet to step back out of her way.

She stepped closer to you slowly like she was approaching a wounded animal.

“Are you okay?” She placed a hand on your arm, pulling it down from your face. 

Your cheek was still red and a small clump of purple dots bloomed along the line of your cheek bone just below your eye where your blood vessels burst under the impact of your fathers strike.

“I’m fine.” You told her with a shaky voice. 

She brought her palm softly to your cheek and under her touch, your skin started to cool down. Her thumb rubbed a soothing line over the bruise and the inflamed marks started to blend back into your skin. Your cheek tingled with warm sparks under her gentle touch and the pain slowly disappeared. You leaned into her hand, dropping the weight of your head into her. She pulled you into a hug and a few tears dropped onto the shirt covering her shoulder. 

It felt like she held you that night for hours. As you pressed chest to chest in her arms, your omega fell in love and you’ve been irrevocably attached to her since then.

~~~

Shitty days happened and what started as a shoulder to cry on, tonight, turned into straddling Natasha's lap in the back seat of her car with her pants by her ankles. 

Late night drives for burgers have long been a sacred occasion. Sometimes they're quiet, but mostly it's a chance for the two of you to talk about anything and everything you couldn’t say to other people. Natasha’s concerns typically involve her job and training for tournaments. All the pressure catches up to her and you listen to her dream of a quieter life. 

Tonight your heart’s heavy and for the first time you won’t speak a word of it to Natasha. She waits patiently until halfway through her burger, she places it down in her lap to take your uneaten one from your shaky hands. 

The worried look she gives you breaks the last piece of your strong front and you let the first tear fall.

“Come here.” She throws the burgers onto the console above the wheel and holds an arm out for you to sink into. 

It’s awkward with the odd angle to lean over her seat but Natasha rubs a soothing hand over your shoulder that makes the pain go away. 

You have half a mind to tell her. She already knows it’s coming but your father had informed you this morning that the Alpha he’s been talking to is coming in 2 weeks. He’d shown you a picture and looking at his smug, rich face made it all the more real. What you have with Natasha is a fantasy that feels like it's starting to crack and crumble.

“I don’t want to talk about it, I want to forget… just for a little while.”

“Okay,” She murmurs. 

She places a soft, innocent kiss to the side of your head. 

You tilt back from her shoulder and meet her lips in a fervent kiss. At this point her lips are almost familiar and it’s strange to think there was a time you only dreamt of how she’d taste. Her lips are smoother than velvet and she’s endlessly careful, she kisses like she’s desperate to give you what you want.

Natasha’s always been an intoxicating mix of feminine and masculine. Beautiful and softly spoken but fiercely competitive and proud. 

It’s in her body too, the contrast between her soft hips and the strength in her legs, the hard muscle in her core hides behind the silky cover of her stomach. When you crawl into the back seat after her and swing a leg over her lap to straddle her, you can feel that mix of hard and soft. The way her thighs easily lift your weight as she pulls you in closer but then they’re all softness and warmth under you when you sit back down. 

She presses in close, chest to chest when she searches for your lips again. Her head tilts slightly up to reach you and she pulls you down with a bossy hand at the base of your skull. 

Your fingers sneak in the tiny gap between you and inch under the bottom of her shirt to press palms into the bare skin of her hips. 

She pauses for a moment and glances down at your hand disappearing under her clothes, “I thought I was meant to be distracting you?” 

“You are,” You mumble back, an uncontainable smile getting in the way of your kiss to her mouth.

She slips in easier than before, you’re wet and open wide over her lap. It still takes your breath away and you clamp down on her shoulders, warning her as your hips threaten to jump up and away from her at the first twinge of pain from the harsh stretch.

She inches slowly after that, her gaze intense and focused on your face for guidance. You’re skin to skin when she’s filled you to the brim and you let your weight drop onto her bare thighs. 

“Fuck,” She whispers, dropping her forehead to yours.

You can see the hot flush in her cheeks already, the air in the car already heating up and fogging the windows. 

When you lift yourself higher on your knees and she drives up, slamming into you and lifting you high. You bounce with her motion and drop back down onto her as she thrust into you again. 

“Tasha, oh god,” You moan, hiccuping on your words and scrambling to make sense of all the overwhelming sensations. 

One hand claws at the roof of her car and the other slides for a grip on the backseat. The angle’s hitting something strange in your walls, each punch of her cock against it makes you gasp and writhe for more.

“F-fuck, are you okay?” Natasha’s hips stutter to a stop after a particularly brutal thrust to that spot makes you shriek. She looks at you nervous, your mixed signals confusing her and she’s not sure whether you’re tethering on the side of pleasure.

“Don’t stop!”

You’re close, edging on something intense. Natasha has a spare hand reach from its grip on your hip towards your clit and she circles tightly around the swollen nub. 

Her face is struck in awe and concentration, her lips are swollen with the heat and how zealously you've been kissing. She blows the hair out of her face, huffing with the effort it takes to keep her pace between your legs. 

All the pressure is too much, your legs give out and your hips rut against her hand. Her thrusts into you are suddenly fast and so much harder as she pumps into your spasming, clenched walls. A gush of wetness bursts out, soaking her cock and your thighs and wetting the bottom of Natasha’s shirt. 

The climax is high, blissfully sky high but the drop takes you down just as far. Natatasha humping movements into you quickly become painful and you wince into the crease of her neck. She senses the tension in your spine and slows to a pause. 

“Sorry,”

“S'okay," You murmur. 

You don’t have to say anything more, Natasha pulls herself back and out of your cunt. 

The sight of her, breathless and needy and still rock hard wakes you from the post-orgasm haze. You shuffle down between her legs and slot yourself in the small space between the front and back seats. 

“Y/N,” Natasha says, quick and low. 

“Uh, nuh… you’re only allowed to stop me if you don’t want me to do it.”

“You don’t have to,” She whispers faintly.

Your hands slide up her thighs, pressing teasingly into the sensitive skin at her inner thighs that are creamy and soft under your fingertips.

“I…” You peel back the sopping plastic from her cock and place a light kiss to the head, “.. want to.”

It takes maybe half a minute, she’s on the edge as soon as your lips close around her. You bob down as far as you can, swirling your tongue and pushing forward until she hits the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes tightly, holding back the urge to gag even as your eyes water. Your heart rate starts to sky rocket as your airway obstructs but there’s a thrill behind the instinctual fear when it's blurred by a safe reality.

You push gently past the first resistance in your throat and she gets caught halfway. The broadness of her head is stuck there, but she whimpers and moans. The tightness must be enjoyable because the instant you try to swallow around her, she cums. 

“FUCK!” She whimpers and her first instinct is to push deeper, thrust further into your throat but she won’t let herself. She pulls back, leaving only the head of her cock between your lips and she whips her hand down to jerk the rest of her length furiously. 

You wipe your lips as you rise back up to meet her. 

“We can’t go home like this.” She mumbles, thumbing at the mess on your chin and dropping her gaze to take in the crumpled and wet mess of her clothes. 

I’m already home, you think, but you can’t say it. Instead you shake your head at her with a sheepish smile.

Natasha reads the hesitance in your eyes, mistaking it for your typical reluctance to go home. 

“Hey, it’s not for long. We’ll be out of here on Saturday morning, coasting on the highway and totally free.”

The shine in her eye's is adorable. If it was possible to fall deeper in love with her, then in this moment, you are.

~~~

“Come on, harder Natasha!” 

Alexei is terrifying enough as it is, he’s a big alpha with a huge presence. It’s nothing compared to the way he roars at Natasha. She’s under a barbell that looks like it could crush her, a stack of weights on each side threatening to bend the metal of the bar. 

“Get it up!” He growls.

She groans as she slams the bar back on the rack and Alexei pulls her up to her feet. He pats her on the back proudly. The height of her head only reaches his shoulder, but she doesn’t look small next to him.

With her back turned to you, you can see the wide patches of sweat on her shirt where it drips down her spine and spreads out along her lower back. She’s panting and you catch her gaze in the huge mirrors. 

She spins around with a smile.

“I’ll be right there.” She mouths to you across the gym.

You step back into the change room reserved for athletes and wait in front of Natasha’s locker.

“Hey, you’re here early.”

“Yeah, sorry.” You rush, the air in your lungs disappears and you feel like the words are suffocating. You gasp for a breath, “I just - Well, I was excited and ready so, um.”

Natasha steps closer and you put your rambling to rest by finally pressing up into her lips. She murmurs something intelligible against your lips and her hands slink for your waist. 

She pushes forwards hard and your back collides with the metal locker. The door slams shut and the force jostled the ones next to you, the loud crash echoes through the room. 

Natasha rips back, her hand searching for the back of your head.

“I’m fine.” You immediately assure her, already trying to entice her back into a kiss.

“I’m so sor-,” She starts to whisper, but your lips crash back into hers, muffling any apology on her tongue.

You make out against the lockers, Natasha hips pressing in close, and you caress the taunt, sweaty skin of her abdomen with teasing fingertips and warm palm that holds her gently.

You pull away with a soft smack, and she searches your face for any clues on what to do next. 

“Ah,” You groan lightly, “You should go back, someone’ll see us here.”

You hand smooths the shirt stretching over her shoulder and you give her a pat.

The flirty smile you give her is more confident than you feel.

“I’ll wait for you upstairs?”

“Yeah, I'll be fast.” She rasps, still playing catch-up with her hazy head. She watches as you sneak out the door and it’s a struggle to tear her eyes away from the sway of your hips. When you’re gone she drops back against the locker, her head tilting back with an overwhelmed sigh.

Tonight couldn’t come fast enough.

When Natasha shuffles back into the weight room, she’s met with a knowing look from Alexei. He lifts a bushy eyebrow at her when she sits down. 

“What?” She quips, hoping to wipe the obnoxious look off his face.

“What was that about?” He asks, eyeing the door where you just left. 

Natasha shrugs him off, “Nothing.”

Alexei slides an extra plate onto her shoulder press and watches carefully for his daughter's reaction, “Have you told her yet?” 

“Nope.” Natasha murmurs, popping with ‘p’ with finality.

“Hmm, it’s strange.” He says, cryptic and annoyingly tight-lipped for the first time in his life. 

“What?” She mutters, busing herself with a pair of dumbbells, keen to get back to you.

“You said you’re just friends.” He explains, “But omegas don’t just act like that… without a bond.”

Natasha turns to him, frozen stiff.

“No,” Natasha shakes her head emphatically, “That’s just Y/N, she’s always been like that.”

Alexei hums thoughtfully, “Well, don’t wait too long to tell her.”

“Yeah, I know.” Natasha grunts impatiently and takes a frustrated grip on the bar.

“It’ll only get harder, the longer you put it off.” He warns.

She knows he means well, but his words of caution already echo in her mind. I’m telling her tonight, she promises to herself.

~~~

The show was magnificent. Everything you’d dreamt of and more. The atmosphere was unlike anything you’d experienced, elegant and powerful. It meant the most sitting among the crowd with Natasha beside you. 

“I used to dance… ballet. You know?”

Natasha turns to face you on the bed, her face squishing into the pillow around her red hair. It’s getting late, you’d caught a taxi back to the hotel room after the concert but all the energy and excitement stops you both from settling down for sleep.

“What?” You spin to her, shocked. “You never told me that!”

She chuckles, self-conscious but secretly delighted by your enthusiasm and the awed look in your eyes. 

“Natasha!” You’re practically vibrating, “Oh my god!” 

You slow down for a breath and flip your tone at the shy look on her face, “That’s amazing, I bet you were good at it.”

She mumbles a half-hearted denial, “I was okay… it was really intense.”

“Oh?”

“Hmm.” 

Her energy drops into something more mellow and she sinks deeper into the pillow.

“A bad ‘intense’?”

Green eyes take a timid look at you and her gaze flickers between both your eyes.

“Sometimes… but there were moments away from that, when it was the music and it moving you… that was the best part.”

Natasha’s a never ending labyrinth of mystery. Just when you think you’ve seen inside her walls, she shows you another locked door. Sometimes it’s safe to knock and other times you know you’ll need to wait for her to open it on her own terms.

But tonight, you’re feeling brave.

“Would you show me?” You ask softly and she looks at you open but totally unreadable.

“Please?”

“Yeah,” She says lightly. 

She slides off the puffy hotel bed sheets and moves to the small space between the foot of the bed and the wall. Her socks slide with a little friction of the carpet and she holds a hand out to you on the bed. 

“Come’re,” She waves you up to her.

“Oh! Okay…” 

You take a couple of awkward steps around to her, “I thought this was going to be more of a demonstration- ”

“Just take my hand.” She counters, sharp and playful.

You answer her feebly, “Ok.”

Your fingers slide over her palm and she gently gasps your hand. 

You watch her move her feet, joining her heels together and pointing her feet outwards into a straight line.

“This is the first position.” She says. 

As you try to copy her, you start to lose your balance forward and her gasp on your hand lifts you back up. You hold her hand tight for balance and she stays still, strong and stable as a beam. Your wobbling becomes smaller as you keep constantly adjusting and using her as an anchor.

“Oh god…. How are you so… still!”

She chuckles lightly, smiling unashamedly at the way you waver on your heels.

Her feet step outwards and then swiftly back together, crossed at a weird looking angle, “Second and fourth position.” She rasps, pointing at her feet with her spare hand.

“Ooookay.” You mumble and clumsily copy her movement.

Your hair starts to fall into your face from looking down at your feet and your ankles are already starting to hurt from the stretch.

“Ugh… This is only making the concert so much more impressive.”

Natasha hums in agreement.

“Here, I’ll show you a pirouette.”

She drops your hand down gently and takes a step back. Her feet start crossing over and she vaults into a gentle spin, turning around on a single leg and landing back in the same spot like she’d never left. Her dress floats in the air behind her and sweeps down behind her knees when she lands. It’s rare to see her dressed like that, elegant and feminine and soft.

Your eye had practically bulged out from your head at the sight of her when she’d stepped out of the bathroom in a dress, fancy and half on its way to a gown.

“That was beautiful, Nat.” You say and the soft smile she meets you with is addicting and overwhelming all at once. 

You clear your throat, “I could show you this old girl…”

Your arm tense and you hunch your shoulder, moving your arms at an angle and imitating an uncoordinated robot.

“Eeep, beep, beep!” You softly mumble out some awkward imitations of robotic arms.

Natasha laughs, thankfully relieved of the pressure.

“Oh, that’s nice… yeah!”

Your arms freeze midair, “Yeah?”

“Or I could do… this,”

You lift your arms and perform an arm wave, rolling your joints in a smooth movement from your wrist to elbow to shoulder and past your chest to the other arm.

“The only thing missing is music.” You jest.

Natasha pulls her phone out and flicks open a playlist. The first song that comes on is slightly upbeat and she dances with you, her own robot and little groove showing up. 

Your mid-laugh, her raspy giggle setting your heart on fire when the song ends abruptly and a slower tune plays from the small speaker.

Her fingers stay intertwined with yours as they drop, slow and mellow by your waist.

“How do you feel about slow dancing?” She asks.

You tilt your head thoughtfully, “I think I would like it.”

“You’ve never…?”

You shake her head as she trails off, "I'm way too awkward."

Natasha frowns lightly and she shakes her head, "You are not awkward," She assures you, "At all."

She steps in close and pulls your joined hands up towards her shoulder. When she untangles your fingers, she presses your hand to ridge at her neck and shoulder. 

“One hand goes here,” She says softly.

“Okay,”

“And the other…” She reaches for the hand clutched nervously at your waist, “Goes in mine… like this.”

As she steps you back, your feet naturally follow but in smaller steps that feel ridiculous. She passes the edge of the bed and into a slightly bigger space, still cramped between the wall, the bed and a little table, but it’s enough space to move a few small steps in either direction.

She reaches her free hand under yours at her shoulder and she gently curves her arm around your waist, pressing her palm flat and warm against your lower back. Her embrace is like a hug, tight and gentle and close. Your hips press millimetres from flush against hers and it forces your movements to be as smooth as hers. 

She guides you easily, naturally and smooth as silk. Two steps forward, then another to the side, two steps backwards and another to the side. Flowing with the soft, slow music and perfectly paced for the tiny space.

Without heels on Natasha is almost your height, slightly taller but broader. Your chin rests just above her collar bone and it lets you lean in closer, almost swaying cheek to cheek as you look over her shoulder.

It's wonderful, but it’s also excruciating. 

You can almost feel Natasha’s heartbeat. You can clearly feel the muscle under your palm, the edge of soft skin at her neck. You can smell her. 

You can’t help but wonder who will have the pleasure of smelling her, one day, everyday for the rest of their life. Her bond has been a tightly held secret and you understand, Alpha’s are like that. Their bonds are spiritual, uncontrollable and deeply personal. But you can’t help thinking about it, itching to ask her. The fear that she’ll say someone’s name holds you back. If she’s already bonded, then you’ve missed your chance.

Your chin drops to her shoulder and you let your cheek fall against her neck. A few stray wisps of hair brush against your face where she’s slicked her short hair back behind her ears.

This clawing feeling that she’s about to be taken from you makes you clutch her that much tighter. A sudden wave of emotion pricks at your eyes and you lean back to catch your breath.

Natasha’s gaze off behind your shoulder is so gentle, she’s biting her lip with that worried bite that brings her close to drawing blood. 

You press a spontaneous kiss to her cheek that slides down to the edge of her mouth and she’s quick to meet you in a languidly tender kiss. When she pulls back, lips smacking softly, you can see she’s troubled by something by the look in her eyes. 

Her eyes flicker down to your lips and up to your eyes, again and again. The lace on the edges of her dress starts to tickle at the bare skin of your shoulder and chest and it makes you itch to take it off her.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Her tone is serious and she’s nervous. You can tell by the way she avoids your gaze. Any thoughts of her without a dress quickly disappear and you give her your full attention.

“Okay,” You whisper and give her a small smile that you hope is encouraging.

“Um,” She fidgets awkwardly in place and there’s a thick and hot tension in the way her voice shakes as she mumbles.

You keep swaying lighty, giving her the space to talk. But now that you’ve stepped away from her, she can see your face. Your eyes are patient but waiting and her head starts to spiral. 

She clears her throat and tries again.

“Well… um.” She bites her lip and you can read the frustration that digs deep into her chest.

Your hand drops from her shoulder and you squeeze her bicep reassuringly, “Take your time.”

“Thanks.” She says slowly. The smile she tips her head up to show you is grateful and anxious. 

Her hands drop away from you until only your single clasped hands remain swinging between you and you’re almost in the same position as before.

She sighs. Her lips part and her chest expands with a brave breath, ready to speak -

Then the soft music of piano and strings suddenly is muffled by the loud, aggressive sound of a fast pop song blaring from your phone across the room.

“Oh, shit. Sorry!”

You rush over to turn the obnoxious sound off and see that it’s your father’s name across the screen. You give Natasha an apologetic look and swipe across the screen to answer him.

“Hi Dad!”

You wince at the inevitable impatience in his voice. He wishes you a brief Happy Birthday but as always, is more concerned by whatever you might be doing.

“... No, it was just the show. Yeah, the ballet. Oh Father, it was amazing!”

Natasha takes a seat on the bed and watches you smile, remembering how good the performance had been.

“Yeah, Natasha is here... I told you she was taking me… We’re having a good time, Father… No you don’t have to worry. She’s my friend…. Ok. Yes, okay. Good night.”

Natasha’s courage sinks like a rock into water. What was she thinking? Did she suddenly forget about the hundred reasons you would never like her back? She feels so stupid.

You hang up the call and move closer to Natasha. You can tell something has changed, her shoulders hunch and her head looks heavy suddenly. 

“I’m so sorry, Tash.”

She shakes her head, rejecting the apology like it’s not necessary. You cautiously place yourself on the bed next to her and you duck your head down to try and make eye contact but she’s hiding herself away with a tense and aimless stare at the ground.

“What were you going to say?” You whisper.

“Oh, um…” Her voice trails off, weakly. 

Then she clears her throat and sits up confidently. “No, it was nothing… ”

“Really.” She insists when you give her a raised eyebrow, totally unconvinced.

“You can tell me… please. If you want to.” You reply.

Whatever nerve enabled her to speak before is nowhere to be found in the newfound silence. Sitting without your arms around her, she couldn’t even think of the right words to say, let alone say them.

She just needs to work back up to it, if she just had a little more time…

“Do you wanna go for an ice cream?”

“It’s 10pm,” You whisper, showing her the locked screen of your phone with 9:58 bright across the top.

“This is the city, there’ll be like 3 stores open within a couple blocks. Guaranteed.”

You can tell she’s not ready to go to bed yet, still stuck with words on the tip of her tongue, so despite the weariness settling densely behind your eyes, you agree.

You both leave the hotel in a mix of clothes, your sneakers from earlier and the jumper you’d brought for the morning mismatching the ball gown dresses underneath. Natasha slipped on her boots and a cardigan, looking like a small child dressed in an adult's body.

As you walk Natasha internally curses how right she was about the proximity of ice cream. You find a gelato store squished between an Indian restaurant and a real estate agency only 5 minutes away. It’s not anywhere near enough time for Natasha to work her courage back up and she’s been silent the entire time.

You pay for 2 ice-creams in a cup and cone under harsh neon lights that make your wince.

While you walk back, cutting through a small grass park, your fingers start to freeze around the ice cream cone. Your shoes click on the concrete in tandem with Natasha’s, in a slow pace that lets your feet fall into step lazily following the street back to the hotel. The sugar gives you a mild hit of energy and you realise in the cool evening air that you’re the happiest you’ve ever been.

“I wish we could do this for the rest of our lives.” You say, making Natasha look your way as she scoops her strawberry gelato from her cup.

“Me too.” She says.

“No, Nat. I’m serious… God I wish it could be you and I like this, forever.”

Your words give her hope. Fragile, fluttering and delicate hope. 

But when you reach the hotel lobby, Natsha still hasn’t said another word. With every step her mind screamed at her to say something, anything. But you got back up to the room without a hint of what was actually on the redheads mind.

~~~

Fancy hotels equals fancy breakfasts, and Natasha went all out. You stumble half-asleep downstairs with the redhead into a dining room with a buffet spread from the kitchen.

Natasha sits across from you playing around with the assortment of food on her plate. You catch the way she seems to linger on your eyes, almost inching towards speaking but then deciding against it.

“Do you want to talk this morning?” You ask, your voice hinting at her words last night,

She nods slowly, hesitantly.

You take a sip of your coffee and wait for anything more.

“Is it about work?”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Is it about… us?” 

“Kind of… it’s nothing bad or well, ‘wrong’.” Her head tilts as she stumbles on her words, “Well it might be.”

“Oh?”

“No! No, not wrong. I mean, I don’t think so. But I don’t know.” 

“Tasha, it’s o- ”

“Excuse me.”

A man, looking to be in his late twenties, interrupts you. He’s stopped by the edge of your table in front of Natasha and he faces down towards you with a slick smile on his face.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room… You’re beautiful.”

You’re almost certain he’s an alpha. His disposition and inclination to interrupt a conversation he’s not welcome in leads you to a confident conclusion. 

“Oh, thank you but I’m sorry, we’re actually busy- ”

“You’re the most alluring Omega I think I’ve ever met. I think I just bonded to you.” He winks, not close to charming and you know he’s only joking. The way he cuts you off is familiar and annoying.

“Well I’m sorry I’m already bonded… to another Alpha so it looks like you’re out of luck.”

You’re confident and something clicks to Natasha that you’re telling the truth. She can feel the unwavering conviction behind your words, her connection with you only heightening her trust in that assessment.

It makes her second guess everything, all over again. You already have a bond?

~~~

Natasha saw you before you saw her. 

“I know it’s not easy to start somewhere new,” Melina said, looking back at Natasha through the rearview mirror. 

Natasha was slumped in the car seat, staring passively out the car window when she caught sight of a girl about her age walking past the front of the car. 

“But please, promise me you’ll try to make some friends.” Melina pleaded, her voice fading into the background.

Natasha watched you walk past the school gates and you turned around to smile and wave at a friend who was shuffling past the car door next to her. It felt like you could have been smiling at her. A mysterious and deep force in her bones told her that you were special. She could see the kindness in your eyes, bright and full of an old intelligence. It felt like her whole world lit up just for a second as you looked her way. Right at that moment, a voice from the radio introduced a new song and the ringing of a beautiful acoustic guitar played from the car speakers. A melodic voice started to sing and the words could have been angels whispering in her ear, she’s the one.

“Natasha?” Melina tried to call Natasha’s attention to her, “Natasha!”

“Hmm?” Natasha mumbled and Melina turned to look at her expectantly. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be friendly.” She said, appeasing Melina for the moment.

“Take Yelena to her class too, please.” Melina called out as Natasha jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her.

By the time Natasha had dropped Yelena at her class and made the walk to her new classroom she was a few minutes late. She hiked her bag up on her back and peaked through the window into the class. A tall woman stood at the front talking to the students and her eyes scoured the desks, stopping excitedly when she found you sitting in the 3rd row. You were looking out the side window seemingly lost in your own thoughts and she took in your side profile, committing every detail to memory. 

After knocking on the door, she was quickly introduced to the class and awkwardly asked to describe herself when the teacher called her up in front of everyone. She kept her expression expertly neutral as she spoke to the class and in a sea of bored faces only you beamed at her from your seat. The connection she felt with you grew stronger and this time it was her voice whispering, she’s the one.

Melina was surprised when Natasha got ready for school the next day without a word of complaint. And as the weeks went on, Natasha settled into a peaceful routine. She’d drop Yelena off at her classroom, walk around the back school fence and wait on a tree near the entrance for you to arrive. She was determined to know more about you. She’d watch you read at the gate until your friends arrived and then continued to steal quick glances at you throughout the day, always careful never to be caught. 

A few weeks later Alexei announced that they may move again, this time to California.

“Please!” Natasha begged Melina, her hands pressing together into a prayer, “I like it here, please.”

“I don’t want to go.” She whined, stomping down a foot onto the kitchen tiles.

“Natasha,” Melina sighs, exasperated. “I thought you’d be happy, you said you wanted to go to California.”

Alexei watched Natasha distraught and on the verge of tears, trying to convince them to stay. 

“It’s ok, Melina.” He piped up from the kitchen table, “I’m sure I can figure something out.”

“We can stay.” He nodded to Natasha.

Natasha sighed in relief and Alexei suspected then that Natasha was an alpha. It was surprising she already had formed a bond so young especially before she was ‘showing’, but he recognised the fear in her voice. There was someone Natasha was desperate to stay here with. 

His new job in Ohio was with a rather unpleasant man but it led him to a top spot in their new company. He was invited to dinner with the CEO’s family after a huge deal was successfully struck with an old and rich colleague in St. Petersburg.

She fell harder for you that night as you bravely stood up to a rude man at the table. Her heart twisted and knotted painfully at the horrific sound of your fathers palm colliding with your cheek. Natasha sat frozen in shock, her heart beating faster than the speed of light. Something in her roared vicious and wild and her fists clenched as her sides under the table cloth. 

Her chest rumbled when she found you crying in the hallway. Some kind of power took over her as she carefully soothed the bruised mark around your eye. Her fingertips lit up like she was touching a warm cup of tea and she watched you relax in her hand.

Whose voice was it then singing? She didn't know.

But the words were clearer than ever...