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Seventh Heaven attracts the worst crowds.
And, unfortunately, Tifa Lockhart is in charge of keeping everything running smoothly.
The bar is usually abandonded during the weekdays, and Tifa gets a small break from working security to help the owner, Jessie, clean. They scrub the walls and floors, wiping away old liquor stains that accumulated on the weekends, and mystery fluids that Tifa would rather not think about.
The weekends are where it can get chaotic.
Crowds line up outside of the bar, sometimes pushing eachother to get a spot in line. Tifa's job is to stand and check ID's at the front door, ensuring that the correct ratio of Alpha's, Omega's and Beta's meet the safety requirement.
It's a delicate task, one she takes very seriously. She can smell the difference between them. The Alpha's she can't have too many of at once, because things start to get too territorial. Beta's have little scent, and are safer in larger numbers. Omega's pose little territorial threat to each other, but do pose a problem for any Alpha's close to their rut.
She's flicking her flashlight over a man's ID when the wind blows slightly, and her nostrils catch a whiff that bristles her Alpha. She nods to the man, shoves his ID back into his hands and ushers him quickly inside. She tilts her head as subtly as she can and sniffs the air again. She catches a strong whiff of lavender and honey, and her Alpha rustles again inside of her.
Her eyes dart around the crowd, suddenly curious to find the owner of the pleasant scent.
And then vibrant green eyes meet hers.
She's standing a few feet away, behind five people in line. Her brown hair is pulled up into a ponytail, and she has a smile on her face, bordering on a laugh, as the friends she's with say something. Tifa's eyes dart down to catch on her tight black jeans, then back up to her shirt, a bright red cut off at the shoulders that shows a little too much-
"Hey! We've been waiting here!"
An angry voice breaks Tifa out of her spiraling thought, and she clears her throat. She breaks eye contact, but before she does, she swears she sees the woman wink at her, before hiding behind the bulky frame of her friend.
"Sorry," she mumbles and regards the couple in front of her. She nods them through without checking their ID. She repeats the same with the next few people until the woman and her friends are in front of her.
She clicks on her flashlight and feels her face heat up as she tries to avoid eye contact. "ID's, please."
The man with her, with spiky blonde hair, frowns in disapproval. "You just let like, five people go in without checking."
"Cloud, don't be difficult." The woman tuts her tongue at her friend and holds out her ID.
Tifa tries not to touch her, and grips the edge of the ID with slightly shaky fingers. She looks at the name and quirks an eyebrow. "Aerith? Unique name." She hands the card back to Aerith, whose fingers meet hers. They graze Tifa's fingertips before she slides the card into her back pocket.
"Thank you," she says, a warm, genuine smile on her lips. "Now it's only fair you tell me yours."
Tifa clicks the flashlight off and bites the edge of her lip. She focuses quickly on the smell. The man is a Beta, and the other man behind him is an Alpha. Aerith is an Omega, which her Alpha is painfully aware of.
"Tifa." She nods her head towards the door. "Enjoy your night." Something flutters in her chest as the wind catches Aerith's scent again, and suddenly Tifa is in a hurry to get her moving.
"I'm sure we will." Aerith lingers a little as her two comrades go into the bar. Her eyes run up and down Tifa's body quickly, but lingering long enough to send a flutter to Tifa's stomach. She leans in, the ends of her hair whisping in the wind. "Hopefully we see you in there, Tifa."
Only an Alpha's keen ears could hear the undertone in her voice. The way she says Tifa's name, the slight teasing tone is takes on, with a small bit of question at the end of it.
For Aerith's sake, Tifa mentally hopes she never sees this woman again.
Tifa nods and watches her leave, her eyes locking onto Aerith's back. Her hips sway slightly as she walks, bringing attention to her backside in the tight jeans. Tifa doesn't realize she's clenching her hands too hard until she hears the flashlight plastic snap.
She looks down at the broken flashlight and sighs. Without looking at the rest of the crowd, she holds a hand to her throat, signaling the cut off. The crowd starts to murmer in agitation, but Tifa ignores them and steps inside the bar.
She wants to go to the backroom and hide for the rest of the night, and her body starts walking her there, as if it too instinctively knows she needs to stay away from Aerith.
But Jessie grabs her arm and tugs at it, halting her escape. Tifa allows a small growl rumble in her chest before she turns to face her friend. "What is it?"
"Biggs just came in and I'd really like to spend some time with him upstairs." Jessie raises her eyebrows in hopes that Tifa gets what she's hinting at. "Can you watch the bar for a bit?" When Tifa turns her head away and shakes it, Jessie pulls on her arm a little more. "Please," she begs, drawing the word out.
Tifa's eyes hesitantly search the bar area until they land on Aerith. She's sitting at a table in the far corner with her friends, her back turned to her. She's far enough away that Tifa can't smell her, masked by the other various omegas and alpha's flooding the place. She figures it's safe enough, at least until Jessie gets back.
She shakes Jessie's hand off her arm with a resigned sigh. "Fine. But tell Biggs to hurry up."
"Someone's a little grumpy," Jessie teases. She leans in and takes a small sniff around Tifa, who pushes her away. "You take your meds yet?"
The surpressents needed to ensure Tifa doesn't go into a rut. Jessie has been tracking her rut like it's her own monthly vistor. Being a Beta, Jessie doesn't have to worry about such things as much, and sometimes Tifa wishes the roles were reversed.
"No," she answers tensely. "So tell Biggs to hurry up."
Jessie hums a little, eyes scanning her once over, before she shrugs and heads towards the back door where the apartment entrance is.
Tifa makes her way around the bar and is almost instantly accosted by orders. It's like a light switch turning on and scattering cockroaches. Before she takes her first order, there's already a small group of people waiting.
She's not much of a bartender, but she's watched Jessie the last few years enough to get the hang of it. Taking mental notes on the recipes for each drink, how to shake it, how much to fill to. It feels like she's made a hundred drinks by the time the little crowd disperses, content for now.
Then she catches her scent again.
Her back is to the bar as she refills a few things, but she doesn't need to turn around to know Aerith is right behind her, waiting at the bar. The overwhelming scent feels like a punch in the gut that freezes Tifa in place. Her hands stall on the container of nuts she was refilling. Her shoulders tense up, and the familiar throbbing between her legs starts.
Her knuckles turn white against the hold on the container as she wills herself to not shift on the spot. Not now, anywhere else but here. Aerith's scent wafts around her, imprinting itself into her memory. She plasters on a smile and twists on her heels.
Aerith is waiting there, as expected. She stands at the bar, an elbow on the counter, hand holding her chin up as she observes Tifa with a small smile. Her face is faintly flushed, which Tifa notes as odd, considering she didn't see her dancing.
The scent shifts subtly, turning the air around Tifa sweet, and Tifa recognizes it immediately.
Aerith's near her heat.
She panics for a moment, eyes scanning the other Alpha's in the room. An Omega going into heat can cause a lot of unwanted attention. An Omega near their heat can cause an Alpha to go into a rut, and Tifa really isn't prepared to deal with that type of chaos.
But there's something else there that Tifa notices. An almost instinctively, territorial urge over this woman. Just the thought of any other Alpha being near her makes her stomach churn. Which is stupid.
She doesn't even know her.
Her jaw aches as her fangs start the process of emerging. They throb in her mouth, the instinct to bite, to mark, causing them to try to break through. She swallows thickly, brings a hand up to rub at her jaw.
"You going to take my order?" Aerith cocks her head, smile still on her face. She lazily draws a pattern on the bar counter with her other hand. There's no impatience in her tone, just a hint of playfulness.
"Yes, sorry." Tifa stays on the opposite side of the bar, as far away from the counter as she can, hands clinging to the shelf behind her. "What can I get you?"
"Do you have a menu?" Aerith pouts her lips. "I've never been here before."
Tifa bends down to grab one near the register. She plops it unceremoniously next to Aerith, then takes a step back until her back is against the shelves again. Aerith gives her a look, her teasing smile never faltering. She waits, impatiently, as Aerith flips through the pages, her finger trailing each word. She finally taps one of the items and flips the menu closed.
"I'll take the orgasm."
Tifa's breath catches in her lungs, and she doesn't recognize the strangled choke that comes out of her own mouth.
Aerith, still somehow maintaining eye contact, stares blank faced at Tifa. "It's a bad choice, isn't it?"
"W..what, sorry?" Tifa shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She can feel the heat of embarrassment on her neck, working its way up to her face.
"You're the bartender." Aerith leans just slightly on the counter. Her shirt tugs down just a bit, and Tifa darts her eyes away. Aerith cocks her head. "What do you recommend?"
Nothing, Tifa thinks, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to find words. "I, uh, suggest that. It's a popular one." She twists and grabs a tumbler. As she starts working on Aerith's drink, she looks over her shoulder. "Not a bartender, by the way. Just a fill in." She pours some tequila into the tumbler and resists the urge to take a shot.
"A woman who does it all," Aerith teases with a smile. "Impressive." She looks back over her shoulder to where her friends are sitting. "Can I get two more orgasms for them as well?"
Tifa's hand still for a moment while pouring. "Yeah, sure." She tries to keep her tone curt, professional. She doesn't want Aerith hanging around more than she already is, and she's hoping Aerith will get the hint.
A shame, really, Tifa thinks to herself as she starts on the next drink. But it's for the best.
She hands the drinks off awkwardly, trying to avoid touching Aerith. "Enjoy," she breathes out and then holds her breath.
Aerith scoops the drinks up in between her fingers. "If these are good, I'll be back for round two." She winks and steps away, allowing Tifa to finally take a sharp breath in.
The next little while Tifa spends cleaning the top of the bar with a rag and cursing Jessie. Every so often her eyes will trail back to Aerith, who has taken a stance on the small space meant for dancing. Her breath hitches as she watches Aerith dance with her friend, the taller Alpha, and an almost unnatural territorial urge to drag her away surges through her.
She drops the rag and groans. She places her face in her hands and mumbles to herself, in hopes the mantra will help. "She's not yours, Tifa, get a grip. It's just the pheromones."
One eye peeks out between her fingers and sees the Alpha grab Aerith's waist. He tugs her closer, so her back is against him, an easy, natural grin on his face as his hips push against her. Aerith doesn't show any resistance as she tosses an arm behind her to the man's neck and pulls him closer. Then her face twists towards the bar, and Tifa's one eye meets hers. Her eyes are dark, pupils dilated, even from this distance it's easy for Tifa to make out.
Aerith smiles to herself and, while keeping eye contact with Tifa, pushes against the Alpha again. It's a surprise for him, Tifa can tell, from the way his face flushes and his hands instantly grip her waist. Aerith's other hand trails down her front, slowly, teasingly, until it comes to rest by the Alpha's hand on her hip.
Tifa watches, her hand falling to the bar to make her face visible to Aerith. The rag, now forgotten, scrunches up in Tifa's other hand as she tries to control her breathing. Her heart races, pounding against her ribcage. And then she feels the throbbing intensify below her waist.
She stands up straight and pushes herself away from the bar. She needs to leave before her little friend comes to visit.
"Tifa, are you okay?"
The words sound like static in her ears, and she twists to see Jessie, one hand hesitatantly hovering by her shoulder. Her face is painted in concern, her eyes taking in Tifa.
Tifa shakes her head. "No, I need..." she growls low in frustration and pushes past Jessie. "I need my medicine." She whips the rag at Jessie and walks around the bar area. She needs to get upstairs before-
"Tifa!"
Aerith is yelling at her from the dance floor, one arm waving at her while the other still sits atop the Alpha's. Tifa's lip twitches in anger, she's not even sure why.
Aerith breaks away from the man and, still holding his hand, drags him over to Tifa.
"This my friend, Zack," Aerith says, slightly out of breath from dancing.
Zack's phermones surge for a moment, and Tifa's reacts the same. It's a natural Alpha greeting, a neutral, almost placid smell that tells another Alpha they're okay, there's no need to fight right now.
"Just friend?" Tifa wishes she could take it back the second it leaves her mouth, but it comes out before she can comprehend it.
Aerith's mouth opens, and for the first time that night, she's speechless. She holds a hand over her mouth ans stifles a giggle, as Zack flushes red and nods towards the area they're seated.
"My boyfriend over there definitely hopes so." He looks back and Tifa follows his gaze to the blonde Beta sitting at their table. His face is pulled into a scowl, but he sips his drink as he watches them. "That's Cloud, Aerith's best friend."
"You're dating a Beta?" Tifa cocks her head. "That's unheard of." She quickly realizes how abrupt she's being and waves her hands in front of her. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."
"Yeah, but what can I say. I love the moody little guy." He laughs and scratches the back of his neck. His scent is thankfully overpowering Aerith's, and Tifa feels the throbbing between her legs start to dull.
She can't lie and say she's not a little disappointed by that.
Aerith steps forward, and Tifa takes an unconscious step back. She notices, and her smile falters only a little. "You should come dance with us."
"No." Tifa shakes her head. It's a horrible idea, and if Aerith managed to somehow get as close to her as she did with Zack, she knows she wouldn't be able to control herself. "I'm not a dancer." She points behind herself. "I have to go for a bit, excuse me."
Aerith pouts a little and grabs her arm. "Don't dilly dally, come back and I'll show you how to dance."
The mental image alone is enough to reinvigorate the dull ache in her jaw and the sharp throbbing in her pants. She pries Aerith's fingers off her arm as gently, but hastily, as she can. "I have to go." She says again, firm and tense.
Her phermones must have shifted, because Zack stiffens suddenly. He places a hand on Aerith's hip and pulls her away from Tifa.
"Let's go, Aerith." He gives Tifa a dark glance, his own scent sending a message to Tifa.
She's not mine, but she won't be yours, either.
Tifa twists around before Aerith can protest, because surely she can smell the shift in the air as well. Omega's are sensitive to that, especially around their heat. It should scare Aerith off, that Tifa is close to her rut.
She makes her way outside and twists to where the staircase to the apartment is. She doesn't waste time once she gets inside, and strips off all of her clothing. She needs a cold shower. She looks down, and scoffs in disgust at the evidence of her lack of willpower.
She takes her medicine as the shower turns on and steps inside. The ice cold water shocks her, and she gasps, her body tensing up. But she needs this. She needs to ride this out. She washes up to refresh herself and groans in frustration when her member is still present, though thankfully not at attention.
She picks up her shirt from the floor and sniffs it.
Aerith's scent.
She tosses it into the hamper and changes into another shirt and pants. She makes sure to pick the tightest pants possible, in hopes it will make her uncomfortable enough for her member to go away.
She watches TV whole she waits for the medicine to kick in. After twenty minutes, she still feels the intense pressure against the groin of her pants, but the urges have quelled enough to make her feel better.
She decides to shut the TV off and heads downstairs to help Jessie. Once she gets into the bar, Jessie smiles in relief at her presence.
"Did you take them?"
"Yeah, I feel a bit better." Tifa glances over to Aerith's section where Zack and Cloud are talking.
But Aerith's not with them.
Selfishly, Tifa hopes she left. But she wouldn't really want Aerith's night spoiled because she can't control herself. She taps Jessie on the arm and juts her jaw to the table. "I'll be right back."
Zack gives her a low growl as she approaches the table, and Cloud smacks his arm.
"I'm just wondering what happened to Aerith?" Tifa sends out her phermones as calmly as possible, trying to tell Zack through scent that she's taken her surpressents.
"She went out for fresh air." Zack checks his watch. "But that was twenty minutes ago. Maybe we should check on her." He looks at Cloud for confirmation, but Tifa waves them off.
"I'll go look, it's okay."
"Is it?" Zack asks, a hint of something in his voice that tugs at Tifa's Alpha. It puts her on defensive mode and she bristles.
"Yes. It's fine." She turns on her heels and heads back outside.
She stops right before the stairs to her apartment and sniffs the air. There's a subtle hint of Aerith's scent here. She steps forward a bit and the scent becomes stronger. She moves to the end of the alley, where two paths fork into dead ends, and the scent hits her nostrils like an assault.
There's something different about the scent. There's still the sweet, lavender honey scent, but there a salty smell there caking it, almost like sweat. Or tears.
Fear, Tifa realizes.
She follows the fork where the scent is strongest, and rushes down the dead end alley.
She hears Aerith before she can see her.
She's yelling something Tifa can't make out and by the time she comes into view, Tifa has a pretty good idea what it is.
Aerith's pinned, her chest against the wall. An unknown male Alpha squishes in against her, sandwiching her into the cold brick. Tifa's nose is accosted by the different scents.
Fear.
Primal lust.
Aerith's edging heat on top of that, that must have been triggered by the Alpha's rut.
The man's hands are on her pants, desperately tugging at them, his intention clear. Aerith tries to elbow him away, but it does nothing to stop him. Rarely anything does when an Alpha is in a rut.
Tifa rushes up to his side. He's blindsided by lust, which makes her punch hard to dodge. His head snaps to the side, and his hands remove themselves from Aerith's hips. He wipes blood off his lip, the territorial phermones airing off him like an air freshener.
This is the dangerous part.
Tifa hasn't claimed Aerith, but two Alpha's fighting over an Omega in heat can most definitely end in death. If an Omega is marked, they're off limits, and Tifa selfishly thinks to herself again that night that she should have gone along with Aerith from the beginning. If it could have prevented this, she would have.
"Tifa," Aerith whispers, her breath shaky and low. "Don't, please leave."
"Not a chance." Tifa steps in front of her, cutting off access to the other Alpha. "Stay back."
The Alpha snarls and spits a glob of blood onto the dirty cement. "She's not marked, she's fair game. I got here first."
Tifa grins to herself. "Technically, I saw her first." She stiffens into a defensive posture. "Go find someone else to get your rut off with. She's not anyone's, and it's going to stay that way."
The Alpha sneers at her. Then he moves forward.
He's fast, but Tifa's always been faster. She ducks under his punch and wraps her arms around his stomach. She pushes them both away from Aerith, hitting the opposite alley wall.
As soon as his back makes contact with the wall, Tifa lifts her knee up to his groin in a sharp, whipping kick. He cries out, his body going limp, but Tifa keeps a hold on him, keeps him up against the wall.
"Last warning," she growls, then slams him against the wall again.
The man's own knee flies up and hits Tifa between the legs. The pain is unbearable, sharp heat flaring up from her crotch to her abdomen, and she suddenly regrets wearing the tightest pants she owns. Her hold on the man loosens as she steps back, her hands flying to the sensitive area.
"Doesn't feel so good, does it?" The man kicks her feet out from under her and Tifa tumbles to her side. He gets one kick in to her face, his toes catching her jaw, before she rolls over onto her knees.
He staggers forward, still feeling the effect her her kick, and Tifa lunges into him. They fall to the cement, Tifa firmly on top, and she punches him once in the nose.
"That's for kicking my sensitive area," she snarls. She raises her fist and punches him again, knuckles connecting to his eye with a crack. "That's for Aerith. And so is this one." She raises her hand again and throws a solid punch to his neck, right below the Adam's apple.
The man gurgles, chokes, and his hands fly up to cradle his neck. Tifa stands up and dusts herself off, and the man rolls over into a fetal position.
Tifa turns to Aerith, who's kneeling by the dumpster, arms wrapped around herself. Tifa approaches her slowly, hands out in front of her.
"It's okay, he's not going to hurt you." She wants more than anything to take her into her arms. Aerith is shaking, tears on her cheeks. But Tifa knows she'll be no better than the other alpha if she gave into her instincts. "Come on, let's get you back to your friends."
Aerith rises and staggers forward. She trips on her feet and falls forward. Tifa catches her without thinking about it, wrapping strong arms around Aerith's back.
Aerith sinks into her, her own arms wrapping around Tifa's shoulders. She pulls herself in as closely as she can and buries her face in Tifa's shoulder.
Tifa takes in a deep inhale, trying to assess Aerith's state. The heat is dulling, but still there, and thankfully the fear has gone almost completely. She rubs Aerith's back in soothing circles.
"Come on, I'll walk you back."
Aerith grips Tifa's shirt tightly and shakes hrr head against Tifa's shoulder. "I don't want to be around them right now. Please, anywhere but there."
"Okay." Tifa says, but her mind screams differently at her.
Not okay, not at all. Take her back to safety.
She pushes Aerith away enough to signal it's time to leave. As they start heading back towards the bar, Aerith looks behind them.
"Will he be okay? Should we call an ambulance?"
"He'll be fine, he just won't be able to talk, or breathe well for a while." Tifa limps behind Aerith, still sore from the encounter. Aerith seems to notice and slows her pace down.
"Do you have ice in the apartment?" She looks down at where Tifa's hands are covering her groin area protectively.
"Yes, but you can't come in with me." Tifa stops her walking. "My meds are barely hanging onto the last ounce of willpower I have, and you're almost in a full blown heat." She looks away, face flushing. "I don't want to hurt you." She looks back at the other Alpha and flinches.
Aerith approaches her, laying a gentle hand on her upper arm. "I trust you," she says simply. Ridiculous, really, because who would trust an Alpha on the verge of losing it. As if reading Tifa's mind, Aerith follows Tifa's gaze to the man and shakes her head. "I don't think you're like him. If you were, you wouldn't have stopped him."
Aerith's fingers tighten on her arm, insistently tugging her to keep walking. Tifa resumes her limping pace alongside Aerith until they reach the apartment. She stands at the bottom of the stairs and nods towards the back door.
"Are you sure you don't want to let your friends know you're safe?"
"I'll text them." Aerith waves Tifa's concerns away and gestures for her to go up the stairs.
Tifa tries to give her one more out, any excuse to get away from her. "Are you sure you want to come in?" While she waits for Aerith's answer, Tifa's inner thoughts fight eachother.
Please say yes.
Please say no.
Aerith nods, firm and assured in her answer, and Tifa sighs as she digs her keys out of her pocket and leads the way up the stairs.
The apartment she shares with Jessie is small and disorganized on Jessie's side of things. Tifa's usual motto is 'A place for everything and everything in its place.' It drives Jessie mad, but deep down Tifa needs to keep control of the little things.
"Sorry," she mumbles, as she steps through the door and allows Aerith room to come in. "My roommate is a little messy."
Aerith takes in the small apartment, her eyes warm, not judging, just grazing over things as if she's mentally imprinting them. She rubs at her arm as she steps over to the table on the far wall. She bends down slightly to examine a picture and hums.
"None of you?" She smirks over her shoulder. "Camara shy?"
"No, just don't like how I look in photos." Tifa stands by the door still, one hand gripping the knob as her eyes trail Aerith. She mentally scolds herself and tries to focus her eyes elsewhere. "I forgot to ask you, in all the chaos, but are you alright?"
Aerith bends down a little farther- Gods help Tifa- to pick up a picture on the bottom shelf. "I'm fine," she says casually. She runs her finger along the picture and places it back down. "It's the unfortunate reality of being an unmarked Omega." She says it with a hint of sadness, and Tifa's fingers loosen on the doorknob, the instinct to rush over to her strong and unyeilding.
She stands straight and turns to Tifa. She hides a giggle behind her hand. "You're acting like a guest in your own apartment."
"I, uh, sorry," Tifa stammers, releasing her grip on the doorknob. She lets her arm fall to her side. "You're friends with an Alpha, though. Doesn't that become an issue?"
Aerith shakes her head and moves to the other side of the living room, her attention caught by some paintings hanging on the wall. "Zack marked Cloud a few years ago. He's off the market, my phermones don't affect him like other Alpha's."
"Marked a Beta?" Tifa cocks her head curiously. It's not unheard of, but it's rare for an Alpha to fall for a Beta, let alone mark them for life. "Good for them," she finishes lamely, shifting on her feet.
"Oh!" Aerith suddenly glances at Tifa's groin, and Tifa covers herself quickly. "We came up here for ice. Where's your kitchen?"
"That's not necessary, really. I'll be fine." Tifa gestures to the sofa. "Please, sit. Make yourself at home."
"I insist," Aerith says. "You sit and I'll get the ice." She starts walking in what she assumes is the way to the kitchen, and Tifa takes tiny, hesitant steps, until she reaches the sofa. But she doesn't want to sit, so she opts instead to stand awkwardly by the arm and wait for Aerith to come back.
She hears the icemaker clank as Aerith retrieves it, then her soft steps as she reappears. She walks to the other side of the couch and puts a hand on her hip.
"Sit." It's not a request, it's an order.
"I'll be fine, really."
"Sit down now, Tifa." Aerith's not giving her any room for objection, and for a moment, the Alpha inside her stirs at the abrasive tone.
She grabs at the arm as she sits down and pulls herself as close to the edge of the couch as she can, her eyes watching Aerith the whole time. She can see a ghost of a smile on Aerith's lips, teasing and knowing all at the same time. She moves closer as Tifa sits, her movements calculated and swift.
Tifa holds her hand out for the rag filled with ice. "Here I'll do it, just-"
She gasps loudly as Aerith firmly, yet gently, places the rag on her lap. She jolts in her seat at the mixture of sudden cold and, despite her best efforts, arousal, as Aerith's hand holds the rag down. Aerith takes a seat next to her, so close their thighs touch, and Tifa is overwhelmed by everything all at once.
Aerith's scent, god that sweet scent.
The cold seeping through the rag into her already stimulated, yet slightly sore, cock.
Her jaw clenches and she feels her saliva build up in her mouth. She swallows thickly as Aerith seems to shift a little closer.
"Aer-Aerith, I can do it." She reaches for the rag, but Aerith's fingers tighten around it and she tuts her tongue at Tifa.
"It's the least I can do, just sit back and relax." The ice jostles against one another as she lifts it up quickly. "The pants might be interfering with the effect, though." She plops the ice bundle back down and Tifa grips the arm of the couch with a hiss.
"I'm not...taking my pants off," Tifa replies through gritted teeth.
Aerith shrugs a shoulder. "Your choice. I know I personally hate the feeling of wet pants, though."
They sit in an awkward silence and Tifa tries to lock her eyes ahead, trying to focus on anything other than the scent that's getting unbearably stronger. Her nails scrape the leather of the couch arm, digging in to try and ground herself, while her other arm cradles near her chest awkwardly.
"I told you to relax," Aerith whispers suddenly, breaking the silence. "Your shoulders are so tense."
"It's a little hard to relax right now." Tifa breathes in a little, tries to regain compsure of heart beating against her ribcage. Her legs shift a little and she becomes painfully aware of the wet denim sticking to her. "Distract me with something."
Aerith cocks an eyebrow and Tifa shakes her head. "A story, or something about yourself."
Aerith brings her bottom lip in her mouth, her teeth biting down as she shifts against Tifa. "Do you ever wish you weren't an Alpha?"
"Right now, yes," Tifa answers a little too quickly, and Aerith laughs breathlessly.
"Isn't it so odd? How we're driven simply by phermones alone?" Aerith adjusts the ice pack and Tifa sucks in a breath as she continues. "I mean, Zack marked Cloud on their first date."
"Really?"
Aerith hums, her eyes roaming over Tifa's face. Out of the corner of her eye, Tifa sees her intense gaze, and her fingers tighten on the leather beneath her nails.
"My parents used to say it was love at first sniff." Aerith laughs again. "My father said he knew, simply because my mother's scent stood out to him the most." Aerith removes a few fingers from the pouch of ice, and they tickle along the top of Tifa's thighs. "Have you ever felt that way?"
Tifa moves her head to watch Aerith's fingers draw nonsensical patterns on her thigh. So close to where she actually desires, but so far at the same time.
"I hadn't," Tifa states, finally looking up at Aerith. "Until tonight."
Aerith's fingers pause. Her eyes lock onto Tifa's, and Tifa can see how blown her pupils are, compared to how small they were at the beginning of the night.
"I feel the same way." She licks at her lips, and Tifa's thigh muscles contract as Aerith's fingers grip it. "Have you ever rutted with anyone?"
Tifa nods, her breath hitching as Aerith grips harder.
"Have you shared your heat with anyone?" Tifa asks with a gulp.
"Never." Aerith leans in and whispers in her ear. "Would you like to share my heat, Tifa?" Her breath is hot against Tifa's ear, and she feels Aerith flick her tongue along the tip of her ear.
"We shouldn't, not after what just happened." Tifa feels like she's lost all control of her body, her muscles and willpower melting as Aerith's phermones waft in stronger. "You should go." But Tifa makes no effort to push her away.
"You're so sweet to worry," Aerith whispers. "But this is the natural process of an Omega, is it not?" She flicks her tongue again, this time at the bottom of Tifa's ear. "And is it not the Alpha's natural urge to claim what they want?"
The images that hit Tifa's brain almost makes her explode in her pants right there.
Claiming Aerith, marking every part of her with her lips and teeth.
Filling her so completely, stretching her and claiming her first heat.
"God," she mumbles, a moan low in her throat.
Tifa realizes too late that Aerith's fingers have started unzipping her jeans, and she sits upright, spine snapping straight. "Aerith, you don't have to."
Aerith's lips have started trailing down to her neck. Her fingers unbutton her jeans, allowing the pressure to release.
"Please, Aerith, I want to make sure-"
Aerith cuts her off, pressing her lips to Tifa's. It's unexpected, and Tifa's teeth clash against Aerith's lips. She feels Aerith open her mouth, her tongue gliding into Tifa's in an uncoordinated movement.
Aerith sucks on her tongue, bites her lips, and pulls away. Sweat accumulates on her brows, her face is flushed, and Tifa realizes it's too late now.
Aerith's in full heat.
Aerith stands up, and for a quick moment, Tifa is relieved. Maybe she'll leave.
But then Aerith twists and drop to her knees in front of Tifa. She pries Tifa's legs open, hands on Tifa's knees. Tifa's legs easily part, her stomach clenching in anticipation.
Aerith leans over her lap, after nestling herself in between her thighs, and removes the ice pack. She tugs at Tifa's jeans, forcing Tifa to sit up a bit as she brings them down to the middle of her thighs. The only thing separating her from Aerith is the flimsy cloth underwear, her now fully erect cock bulging beneath it.
Aerith's fingers tease at the waistband of her underwear, dipping in then out. Tifa drops her head back on the sofa and moans.
"Aerith," she breathes.
"I want to properly thank you for tonight, my sweet Alpha."
Tifa's bulge twitches at the praise. Aerith grabs hold of the waistband and tugs it down until Tifa's cock springs out.
"I could smell it on you," Aerith says, her eyes taking in all of Tifa. "How you wanted to protect me." She leans in and her breath catches on the tip. Tifa jolts her hips forward instinctively. "To claim me."
Aerith licks her lips, watching the precum gather at the tip. "Does it still hurt?"
"A little," Tifa groans, her hands shaking by her sides as she watched Aerith's eyes widen, almost fascinated by her cock.
"I'll be gentle." Aerith licks her lips again. "Just let me take care of you." She places her hands on Tifa's thighs and leans in.
Tifa expects her to take her into her mouth fully, but Aerith's tongue traces the tip of her, and Tifa forces herself to keep her hands still as Aerith explores the tip. She takes her time, licking a bit around it, then brings her tongue down to the base. With a swift lick, she trails her tongue up and then envelopes Tifa entirely in her mouth.
Tifa gasps, one hand flying up to her mouth as she's met with moist heat. Aerith's hands tighten on her thighs, preventing her from moving her hips. Her head bobs up and down as she hums in pleasure, the vibration sending a jolt up Tifa's spine.
"Aerith, God." Tifa throws her head back and unconsciously places one of her hands on the back of Aerith's head. Her fingers tangle into the soft brown hair, undoing the neat ponytail.
Tifa brings her head forward a little and notices the absence of one of Aerith's hands. She follows a trail to where Aerith is kneeling, one hand in her pants.
"Impatient, are you?" Tifa says with a smile, and Aerith freezes the movement in her pants. She brings her eyes up, dark and pleading.
Tifa forces her head down, and Aerith moans as she takes more of Tifa into her mouth, as deep as she can go, until her lips touch Tifa's base. The sudden ferocity seems to have done something to Aerith, and she squeezes her legs together.
"Do you want me to be as gentle as you're being with me?" Tifa asks. She tugs Aerith's head up until Aerith's mouth leaves her.
"No," Aerith breathes, licking her lips. A little saliva drips down her chin, mixed with precum, and Tifa feels herself twitch again. She pushes Aerith's head down again, missing the contact.
She can feel it building up in her stomach, and Tifa tries to pull Aerith's head away. "Aerith, I'm close, I don't want to-" she doesn't finish her sentence, because she finishes right in Aerith's warm, waiting mouth.
Aerith drinks every last drop with a satiated moan, not allowing a drop to waste as she sucks Tifa dry.
Her mouth lifts up, leaving Tifa with a sense of longing she's never had before. Aerith stands, legs shaking, as she wipes at her mouth with her thumb.
"You taste so good," she says, voice trembling.
Tifa's eyes moves to something that catches her eyes.
The front of Aerith's pants are soaked.
"Did you come already?" She asks, slightly disappointed.
"No," Aerith replies. She starts to unbutton her pants and tugs them down, underwear with it, baring herself fully to Tifa.
Tifa licks her own lips as she watches Aerith's arousal drip down her legs, resisting the urge to taste her right then and there.
"This is what you do to me." Aerith leans forward and catches Tifa's lips in a chaste kiss. "Now are you going to do something about it?"
"Soon." Tifa brings a hand between Aerith's legs, the pad of her finger easily finding her swollen clit. She rubs there, and Aerith shivers into her. She tugs Aerith onto her lap, staying conscious of the space between her and Aerith's hot, dripping core.
With her finger sufficiently soaked, she brings it up to her mouth and tastes what she's been craving all night.
Aerith watches Tifa suck her finger through half lidded eyes. She moans and grinds down, her clit catching Tifa's tip. Tifa snaps her other hand out and grabs her waist.
"Only when I say," she says, removing her finger from her mouth with a wet pop. She licks the inside of her mouth, savouring the honey laced arousal. "You taste amazing."
"Imagine how I'll feel," Aerith breathes, her frustration clear as she tries to grind down against Tifa.
But Tifa doesn't want to do it here.
She glances around quickly and tugs Aerith up, breaking contact. Aerith obeys with a frustrated sigh, leaning into Tifa, her hips jutting against her to relieve the building tension.
Tifa kicks off her pants and steps back to strip off her shirt. Aerith copies her movement, blessing Tifa with the glamorous view of her breasts. She takes a pause to lean in and capture a nipple gently with her teeth, before sucking and soothing it with her tongue. She feels Aerith quiver under her tongue, a fresh wave of arousal shooting down her leg.
At this rate, Aerith won't make it to the bedroom.
"Lay down," Tifa orders. She turns to grab a pillow from the couch as Aerith lays flat on the thick carpet below. She passes the pillow to Aerith, and as she adjusts it behind her head, Tifa lowers herself between her legs.
She follows where the scent is strongest, the enticing aroma leading her right up to Aerith's inner thighs. She licks a path up, also not wanting to waste a single drop, until her nose is flush against Aerith's core.
The heat emitting from it is almost too much. She wants to thrust into her right now, make them as one. But she also wants to ensure Aerith's comfortable, so she presses her tongue into her core, where she's met with a fresh wave of arousal.
The tip of her tongue feels Aerith clench, and Tifa moans as Aerith squeezes her legs against either side of Tifa's head.
"Tifa, please." Aerith arches as Tifa moves her tongue to her clit. Her lips wrap around it, sucking ferociously. "I need you." She gasps as the tip of Tifa's tongue circles the tip of her clit, before she moves in to suck again.
"What do you need, Aerith?" Tifa mumbles, laser focused on wanting to make Aerith come as much as possible.
"I need you inside," Aerith moans, her hands moving up to pinch her breasts. "Please, I need to be full of you."
Tifa tests her by putting the tip of her finger inside. Aerith's eager cunt sucks at her finger, gripping it and Aerith protests from above when she removes it with a harsh pop.
"Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours."
Tifa lifts her mouth and crawls up Aerith's body until she reaches her face. "You're not mine." She reaches down and lines herself up, the tip of her cock squirting out against Aerith's cunt. "But you will be."
She pushes inside slowly, meeting tight resistance. Aerith cries out, one hand flying to her mouth and the other wrapping around Tifa's back.
"Relax, Aerith," Tifa whispers, peppering a kiss to her ear.
She waits patiently as Aerith starts to open up, the muscles relaxing and allowing her to slip into the tight walls as she stretches Aerith out. The walls tighten back around her as she pushes her way though, embracing her cock in warm, velvet heat. She stops once she bottoms out, and holds her position. Her cock throbs inside Aerith, aching to dominate, to claim.
"Oh God," Aerith moans against the back of her hand.
"Let me know when you're ready." Tifa nuzzles her jaw with her cheek, presses a kiss on her neck. She bites down on Aerith's pulse point. "Regulate your breathing."
Aerith takes a moment to breathe, and Tifa feels her body start to loosen up.
"I feel so full," she says, almost dreamily. She brings Tifa's face to hers to kiss her. "Don't hold back."
Tifa's hips start moving, gently at first, to accommodate Aerith. She thrusts in, a little faster, assessing the moan beneath her as Aerith tightens around her.
She continues the slow, sensual rhythm, until she feels Aerith's fingers tangle into her hair and tug.
"Are you okay?" Tifa asks. She leans down to kiss Aerith's breast, before moving her lips to the space in between.
"I believe I said don't hold back," Aerith replies, letting out a breath of hot air against Tifa's head.
Tifa pulls out completely, Aerith's cunt catching her cock as if protesting the movement. Aerith leans up on her elbows, a protest on her lips.
But then Tifa easily flips her around. She grabs her hips and twists. Aerith gasps and lands face first on the pillow below her. Tifa moves her hand to Aerith's legs, guiding them up into a kneeling position. She leans over, her lips on Aerith's ear, as the Omega trembles beneath her.
"As you wish."
She enters Aerith again from behind, fast and forceful. Aerith's head drops to the pillow as Tifa bottoms out in this new position. Tifa can feel the tip of her cock touching a new area, and she thrusts into it, causing Aerith to moan loudly into the pillow.
Aerith's hands grip the carpet underneath her, thrusting her hips backwards as Tifa thrusts in. She merts every movement with as much ferocity as Tifa.
Tifa guides a free hand underneath, finding Aerith's clit. She rubs as hard as she can, the amount of arousal causing her fingers to slip.
"You feel so good," she growls, her teeth catching Aerith's earlobe. "And you're all mine."
Aerith is breathless beneath her, but she manages to huff out a response. "Yes, all...all yours."
Tifa feels her cock swell with anticipation of release and she thrusts faster, harder. "I want to claim you." The familiar bulge growing at the base of her cock makes itself known, and Tifa presses in as far as she can to allow Aerith to feel the knot.
Aerith pushes her hips back, nodding her head. "Do it, Tifa. Claim me."
The knot grows bigger, and Tifa thrusts a little farther in. It stretches Aerith's entrance, and Aerith cries out.
"Yes, Tifa! I want all of you inside me!"
Tifa feels Aerith's walls start to clench around her, and with one more forceful thrust, she bottoms out inside Aerith, the knot locking into place and sealing Aerith's entrance.
Aerith comes quickly after that, her head lifting as she screams out. The walls clench so tightly around Tifa, she's afraid she'll lose circulation. She can't do much, restricted by the knot, so she grinds on top of her until she feels herself come, thick, hot ropes of cum emptying inside of Aerith.
She grinds through the aftershocks, her finger stll circling Aerith's clit rapidly as Aerith falls forward. She falls on top of Aerith, her mouth opening slightly to allow her fangs room.
Aerith senses the moment. With a shaky hand, she moves her hair from her neck. It's an unspoken consent, and Tifa kisses her neck before she asks her.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Tifa sinks her fangs into Aerith's neck, and feels Aerith's cunt clench around her again as she cries out.
She licks the back of Aerith's neck, soothing the mark.
"All mine." She kisses the area, her hips grinding unconsciously again.
Aerith moans beneath her, her hand finding Tifa's. She curls her fingers around Tifa's and brings them to her mouth. She kisses her knuckles, each one getting attention. "All yours."
Tifa shifts a little bit so that they're on their sides, Aerith's back against Tifa's front. She runs a hand through Aerith's hair, slick with sweat from exertion and heat.
"Sleep a bit," she mumbles.
Aerith sighs dreamily. "My sweet Alpha."
They don't hear Jessie come in in the middle of the night while they lay there, naked on the carpet.
But Tifa knows she's in for an earful about how much she ruined the carpet.