#elevator stopped

You slammed your finger against the elevator button harder, begging for it to close.

But the second you saw your boss’s blue eyes clock you, she was moving towards the door with gusto.

No matter how many times you pressed the button, the doors didn’t close.

She was 10 feet, 9, you saw the blue black bouse you loved on her. 

 8, oh come on.

You spotted the envelope opened the letter creased in her hand. 

There was a a metal scratching noise as finally the elevator doors groaned and started to close. 

7 feet, and can hear her heels now.

You really didn’t want to do this, that’s why you’d waited until she was in a lunch meeting to drop the letter on her desk. 

The elevator door is less than a foot from being closed but the fifty year old woman in her pencil skirt, heels, and blouse is jogging fully to the elevator now and her hand reaches out.

Sliding between the metal doors, and it doesn’t so much as kiss her knuckles before it opens

Your eyes cast down at your shoes. 

Mrs. Harkness presses the elevator button that your sweaty fingers had just been jabbing. 

The doors close once more, and you are holding your breath. 

“What is this?” Your boss turns to you, she looks positively put out. Or maybe something more?

“It’s my resignation letter.” Your voice doesn’t shake, thank god for small favors. 

You slink back to the metal handlebars on the side of the ugly metal elevator. 

“I have my PHD I promise you I know how to read. Look at me!” Harkness's anger flares and you flinch. Hating yourself for not getting your scripts filled, hating yourself for being emotional. 

You tried to open your mouth but Harkness snapped again. 

“Look at me, damn it!”

Your eyes snapped to hers, you smell the alpha in the metal box. 

The spit glistening on her bottom lip, you’ve never seen her so furious. 

You shifted on your feet and tried to look away, but Mrs. Harkness wasn’t having it. Fisting your resignation, she yelled again. 

“Don’t you dare look away from me while you abandon me! Look at me, while you throw away-all we’ve-” Her face pales and she changes her sentence mid way “-worked so hard to do-to do here!” 

“Mrs. Harkness, I said in my res-”

“I don’t accept, I don’t accept your letter or resignation. You cannot leave me.” Harkness insisted and you hated how your heart ached. 

She ripped up the paper like a child throwing a tantrum. It was stubborn and ridiculous, and god if you didn’t love her. 

How her pheromones were bursting, you smelled her rage, her fear, her…want. 

The elevator dinged and the two of you spun to see the doors opening on a floor you hadn’t chosen. 

Three people about to get on. 

“Elevators full, get the next one!” Harknes shouts and they look irritated. 

“There’s plenty of room.” The guy said but the CEO is pounding the buttons again, not allowing for such 

“Step onto this elevator and you're fired before you can press a button.” Mrs. Harkness's lip curled like some kind of caged tiger. 

They all backed up, like the floor was in fact lava. 

The doors closed once more, and this time, your boss smashes her fist against the emergency shut off. 

You're both cast in darkness except for the low white light glow. 

The air unit shuts off too and now you are in for a world of hurt. 

“No, bad idea, very bad” you whisper, but she’s by the buttons, and you can’t figure out how to explain the terrible error she’d just committed. 

“What did I do? Why? Why would you want to leave? Is it the pay, I’ll give you a pay raise! I’ll double it!” She says, chest heaving, and your panic is misread. 

“I’ll triple it, god your worth that and ten times more? Is it the workload? I know I ask too much of you-I call all hours! You need space-” Her voice cracks and you see the sweat trickle down the column of her neck. 

You press your sweaty palms against the metal wall and feel the heat. 

“Mrs. Harkness-” You try professionally but the alpha was practically snarling at you. And the chemical reaction was causing your heat to kickstart. 

Still, the CEO was terrified, and she was spiralling, and not understanding that the woman of her affections, the omega, was in a very intense predicament. 

Nor was she aware of what you were doing to her own body. 

Her hand went into her hair and her forehead as she tried to stop the panic attack, but losing you wasn’t something she thought to fear. 

“All those nights, I-I get it -but I thought we were. I mean I thought you-” She’s losing her mind in front of you. Real time, right here, in a metal coffin hanging in a skyscraper.

“Agatha-” You pant again, but the slick is rolling down your own legs, soaking through the expensive slacks, and you would soon drip down onto the floor. 

Your underwear like sandpaper on your puffy lips. 

Your knee tilted in, making you look like you were going to piss yourself. 

Agatha tried to stand up straight, but as you stared at her you wanted to yell, surely she could tell physically something was off. 

Her inability to read this situation was out of character on every one of her CEO business deals. 

And her face was flush, as she tried to stiffen up, not look like she wanted to fall to her knees and beg. 

But as she tried to find some model of decorum, her voice broke open;

“I-I’ll do anything-I-I can be better.” Your boss loses her ability to pretend this was about work. 

“Harknes, it’s just business. You’ll find someone else who ca-” You say, trying to detach, but your voice is hoarse. Your heat is already clouding you, and you can smell her. 

It’s not the perfume that sits on the top of her blouse fabric and wrists. 

Nope. 

You swear that feral bit of your vein can see the vein in her neck, the sweat, the heat - you blink a few times. 

What did your ancestors do without supressents? How were you supposed to do this?

“I need you-not not for work I can’t.” Agatha is making fists as her adrenaline skyrockets. 

“You need to start the elevator again,” you groan body completely pressed against the wall now. Your wincing, it’s painful, way worse then you had

“I don’t mean for work I mean for-” Agatha’s losing her ability to speak and you grunt and twist in pain. 

“ALPHA FOR FUCKS SAKE START THE ELEVATOR!” You scream and Agatha’s eyes bulge.

But so did the shaft in her pencil skirt.

Her hand reached out to the metal wall.

“You-you’ve never called me-“ The arousal deepens her voice and it’s doing things to your womb. 

You double over grabbing your stomach in pain, but you lift your face to see your boss. 

Fuck it.

“I quit because I was doubling the medically recommended doses of suppressants. We are too compatible, not just how we both order the same stupid take out! Not like I know how to help you in business deals or can anticipate your moves. Like stupid chemical type of compatibility. I’ve been heat sick for the past month and I’m out of suppressants- and I can’t sleep and all I can think of is the way you lick your lips - I can’t focus! I can’t do business because my uterus is just as in love with you as I am! NOW START THE ELEVATOR BEFORE I MOUNT YOU!” You yell at her and Agatha hesitates but her hand numbly reaches out for the elevator emergency button. 

Then her fingers flick the metal lever up, then down, and up again, back and forth it clicks, and you groan out an angry noise.

“Agatha!” You yell but the highly educated CEO is flicking the lever over and over and nothing is happening. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, this isn’t happening.” You shook and then knelt onto the ground. Hand trembling as you reached inside your pants pocket to pull out your phone. 

No bars. 

Of course not. 

Agatha is pressing buttons on the elevator, but her PHD must have in fact been in resignations and not the electrical work in lifts. 

“Your phone! Did you bring your phone?” You cry out at your boss. Her dark hair whips quickly as moves her hands to her hips. 

Pencil skirt, no pockets, of course not. 

“No, come on!” You looked up into the dead elevator ceiling. 

“Stay calm.” Agatha put her hands out, spreading her fingers but not coming near you. You can see the tent in her skirt, down to the girth and swelling knot near her base. 

“Oh my god, you so not telling me that right now!” Your fingers dig into your own thigh. 

“Bunny, what do you want me to say freak out, that’s what people say, right?”

“Oh my god!” You don’t - you can’t. 

“Take a deep breath!” Agatha’s nostrils flared, she was taking deep long intakes - high off the smell of you. 

“I’m not in labor I’m in heat and you smell like your going to be in a rut so don’t tell me to breathe! GOD SO LIKE AN ALPHA!”

The vein in Agatha’s forehead was pounding so hard you could see it from the three feet away. 

You were in the corner on the floor, and the CEO of this building was clinging to the corner with the buttons. 

“Bunny, I’ve been on suppressants for a rut since you interviewed. Trust me I’ve masturbated more than a frat boy. It’s amazing there’s anything left in my balls, it’s like you have a string connected to my cock!” Agatha shouts at you, and you wince again. 

“Don’t call me Bunny- Fuck and don’t yell at me! God poor you and your hyper sex drive and your lonely hand! I’m going to-” You stop degrading the most terrifying CEO in the United States.

Too embarrassed, the pheromones your body was trying to push out to calm the alpha. 

“I-my god, you smell so sweet.” Alpha puts a hand up to her mouth and nose but she’s inhaling like a pervert sniffing panties. 

“Tell you what, you stay in your corner and I’ll stay in mine.” You regard her like a prize fighter. 

“I-”

“No, don’t say anything kind or dirty- I like you too much. Just stop looking at me.” You say but Agatha spots the puddle on the floor, all the blood goes right to her shaft. 

“Baby-I.” Agatha’s voice deepens, she’s sorry, she feels horrible you know, you can tell. 

“Don’t look at me, if we do this-I get pregnant and you keep your fast track CEO life with your penthouse life and your rich parties! It’ll be me who’s got to quit and get big and fat! I’ll be alone putting child locks on my apartment with cracked nipples and endless nights of screaming baby and vomit in my hair! SO STOP THINKING OF FUCKING ME AND IMAGINE CHILD SUPPORT!”

The elevator shifts, no not shift, it lurches forward, and the alpha’s basic desire kicks in. 

So Agatha falls to the floor and grabs you. Cradles your body like it was all that mattered. Lifting you into her lap and curling around you so that whatever hell fell on you, fell on her first. 

But as the ground slanted to the right, your boss held on and waited for you to to descend to the bottom of the building.

But as you lie in her lap, her erection presses against your butt and you whimper and moan. 

You two are a sweaty heap on the floor. In the dark. 

Agatha holds herself back from biting your neck, deciding right there that if you two died, she wanted her last act to make sure you knew. 

You were it. 

You were panting faster, it was painful and erotic and all you wanted but now you felt crazed. 

You're scared, but Agatha’s arms around you are so tight, her lips move to your ear, and she speaks the truth;

“I would give up the penthouse, I’d get rid of the jag, I hate the damn lonely place and the stupid car. It’s just stuff, it’s all dumb, I’d- I’d get a minivan-”

You laugh weakly in her hold. Unable to ever seen that.  

“You would never get a minivan in this city.” You whisper and wince in pain again. 

“I’d get us a paddled bubble on wheels, keep you two safe. Plus the best car seat. I’d rub your feet when you're gorgeous and swollen. I’ll wash the vomit out of your hair, buy you French fancy creams, and put them on your nipples yourself.”

You both moaned when Agatha’s cock tip seemed to like that idea too much. 

“You just want to fuck an omega in a heat without a condom.” You squirm in her lap and Agatha’s arms wrapped around your middle don’t lessen. 

“I want to push inside of you and bite your neck so no one ever gets the chance to.” Agatha admits trying to make a joke, and be honest. But you both moan as you shift against her. 

“Stop flirting.”You whined, but you felt her shaft press against you and you didn’t want her to be such a gentleman anymore. 

“You're in my lap, it’s all I can do to breathe in your scent and pray I don’t devour you whole.”

“Aggie-” You moan, having never called her that outloud before. 

But the lights turn on. 

“What fresh hell?” The alpha growls. 

“The elevators working.” You wine, and Agatha pushes a possessive scent. 

“Please don’t attack the nice firefighters trying to get us out of this- Agatha?” You groan as she moves her arm and reaches as far as she can. Smashing it to stop the elevator again. 

“Agatha!” You yelp but she pushes you onto the ground, her blue blouse ripping open, and she has you in a cute little bunny humping position. Her fingers finding the waistline of your trousers and yanking the wet fabric down. 

A cute little breeding pose. 

You gasp at the cool air against your pussy. 

“I’ll learn how to put a car seat in tomorrow, okay?” Your boss promises and you’ve seen her build companies and empires of money and power. If the powerful alpha could do all that, well, she could do anything. 

You grunt, and the idea of Agatha being a good parent only makes you want her more. 

The alpha’s hands move down your ass cheeks, and you’ve never wanted to be someone's so badly.  

Agatha’s cock leaks in her tight skirt as she pushes your lower back further down. Loving you with your hands and knees. Your ass in the air, slick coating the inside of your thighs. 

Agatha’s mouth waters, and her knot pulsates at the scent of you. 

“Fuck,” you can’t breathe, and try to hump her face. 

“Bunny, call me Aggie again. I’m not your boss; you resigned.”