Chapter Text
The rain pattered steadily on the roof of the bus shelter. Cocona paced back to the schedules posted by the doorway, protected by yellowed plastic. She squinted at it, confirmed what she'd already known. The next bus back to the city wouldn't come for at least an hour - and that was if the rain didn't delay it.
She shivered and hugged her arms to herself. There was no door to the small building, just some hanging plastic across the doorway that they'd pulled shut to keep out the rain and the chill. The bus shelter too small to be manned by any staff, so there was no heat or amenities. Just a vending machine outside.
"You sure you don't want anything?" Papika asked, pushing through the plastic covering the door. She gave herself a shake, shedding water, and Cocona stepped back. "It's the least I can do since I made us take the wrong bus and all."
"I'm fine." Cocona sat on one of the benches lining the wall, choosing a spot away from the doorway and its slight draft. "I'm not thirsty." The machine only offered cold drinks, anyway, and she was already drenched from their fruitless search for their destination which, it had turned out, was not in this town.
"Okay..." Papika plopped down next to her and opened her lemonade. She chugged half the bottle and let out a satisfied sigh. "Ah... Sweet!"
"You like sweet things, don't you," said Cocona.
"Yeah! They're delicious." She held out the bottle. "Sure you don't want any?"
"I- I'll pass." She turned her head away.
Papika shrugged and finished the rest of the drink. She threw away the bottle and returned to sit next to Cocona. Neither girl spoke. The only sound was the rain and the occasional hiss of tires on the road outside.
Cocona checked her watch. Ten minutes... Fifteen... Seventeen... Time wasn't passing.
Papika got up, walked to the doorway, peered outside, paced to the window at the other end of the shelter, turned, walked back to the door to check the bus schedules, did another circuit of the claustrophobic floorplan, and sat back down.
Cocona sneezed. Papika glanced over. "Are you cold?"
Cocona hesitated. "Just a little." She knew what was coming, and sure enough...
"Take my hoodie," said Papika, wriggling out of the slightly damp university hoodie. She held it out.
Cocona reached over and paused, her fingers brushing the fabric. Papika was watching her, the familiar "eager to please" look plastered on her face. Cocona sighed and took the hoodie. She was cold, after all. "Thanks," she said and pulled it on.
"You're welcome!" Papika beamed and settled back against the wall. She kicked her feet out, humming under her breath a little. Cocona rolled her eyes. She was still wearing those dumb flip flops, even in this weather.
Twenty-eight minutes... Accepting the hoodie had been a really dumb idea. Pulling something so full of Papika's scent over her head... Cocona couldn't get the smell of an alpha out of her nostrils. At this rate, the hoodie was going to be too hot for her.
The plastic over the door kept out the cold, but it also kept things in. Things like heat and the scent that Papika gave off, which Cocona was now attuned to, thanks to the deep whiff she'd gotten when putting on Papika's hoodie.
There was nothing to do in the bus shelter. Neither of them had anything to talk about, it seemed. And so Cocona could only focus more on her needs as an omega, the needs she'd always been able to overcome before now, before Papika, before this amazing and frustrating girl who was unlike any alpha she'd ever met.
Maybe it would be okay, whispered the heat thrumming in her ears. Maybe it would be different with Papika than with any other alpha.
She was making excuses and she knew it. Cocona knew, had heard stories, had seen it happen to omegas she knew. If you gave in and mated with an alpha, if you cemented that bond, you were theirs. You were no longer your own person. She didn't want that. She didn't want to lose herself.
Her breathing was getting shakier, and Cocona glanced at Papika to see if she'd noticed.
She had. Papika's fingers were drumming on her thigh, and she kept licking her lips. She glanced over, met Cocona's eyes. They dropped their gazes at the same time.
They both knew. And knowing that the other knew, that just made it worse. Cocona gripped the edge of the bench until the wood dug into her fingers. She checked her watch. They'd been sitting here for a little over forty minutes. Still far too long until the earliest a bus could possibly arrive. Oh god, how was she going to hold out?
A small whine escaped Papika. Cocona snuck another look, concerned in spite of herself. It couldn't be easy to be an alpha and to deny yourself the omega you wanted, but Papika was doing just that. So surely if Cocona did give in, everything would be all right...
Cocona swallowed hard, squirmed in her seat. Her self preservation screamed at her to get up, go outside, let the rain cool off her desire, but all the time she'd spent around Papika had weakened her resolve. Part of her, a perverse, primal part, liked this, wanted to get drunk off the frustrating and heady sensation of need.
She stole another glance, took in Papika's pained concentration, and then her gaze dipped lower. Papika had her hands clenched in white-knuckled fists, one on each thigh, and between them her jeans bulged noticeably.
The tantalizing outline of Papika's cock tortured Cocona's brain. This was what she had been made for, to satisfy an alpha, to take a cock, to be filled. Cocona inched her legs apart at the thought. Surrounded by Papika's heady scent, her own goals seemed unimportant save for that overpowering desire to please the alpha that had chosen her.
Now it was Cocona who couldn't hold back a whimper, and when Papika glanced over, curious, desperate, Cocona was unable to stop the hand that reached out brushed over the bulge in Papika's jeans.
"Cocona..." Papika's voice was hoarse, her sheepish smile strained. "S-Sorry, I-" She broke off with a gasp.
Cocona traced the outline of Papika's cock through the fabric. It was warm to the touch, and Cocona wanted to feel it without anything in the way. She wanted to feel it with more than her fingers, wanted it inside her, wanted Papika inside her more than she'd ever wanted anything.
She moved without conscious thought, straddling Papika's leg, facing the alpha and grinding her crotch on Papika's thigh, impatient to get herself off. She didn't stop touching Papika, one hand massaging her cock through her jeans, the other steadying herself with a vice grip on Papika's shoulder.
"Cocona!" Papika grabbed Cocona around the waist, holding her in place, guiding and encouraging Cocona's movements.
Praise from her alpha sent a rush of pleasure through Cocona. With both hands she reached for the button of Papika's jeans, leaning in as she did to kiss Papika. Papika beat her to it, nipping at Cocona's neck. Cocona yelped. "Papika, good, yeah..." She encouraged her alpha to mark her as her own, all the while unbuttoning and unzipping Papika's jeans.
Finally she could touch Papika's cock with nothing in the way. Cocona slipped her hand into Papika's underwear, feeling hot flesh that reacted to her touch. Papika growled and bit hard against the curve of Cocona's neck and shoulder. Cocona stroked Papika inside her underwear, preparing her alpha, getting her ready to take Cocona like they both wanted. Papika ran her lips along Cocona's neck and jaw, kissing and nipping, encouraging her to continue.
Cocona rubbed herself against Papika's thigh, frantic and frustrated. It wasn't enough, she wanted Papika to touch her. With her other hand, Cocona reached for one of Papika's tried to guide her hand between Cocona's legs. "Please," she whined.
Papika slid her hand from Cocona's waist to her thigh and rested it there, thumb tracing circles against Cocona's inner thigh. Cocona moaned and squeezed Papika's leg between her own.
Papika's cock was leaking pre-cum onto Cocona's fingers, and with giddy triumph Cocona pulled her hand away so she could work on removing their clothing.
Headlights lanced through the bus shelter window and doorway, and the grumpy rumble of a bus emerged from the steady patter of rain. Cocona and Papika froze and looked at each other, each breathing heavily.
Cocona scrambled backwards, tumbling to the ground, picking herself up before Papika could offer her a hand. "S-sorry! I-" What was there to say? Her body was complaining bitterly, still empty, still unfulfilled.
"Don't worry about it," Papika said, her words light even as her manner was uncharacteristically awkward. "Is that- Is that our bus?" She adjusted herself, did up her jeans again.
"It must be. It's a little early, but-" Cocona, slightly less disheveled, peered out the doorway. "Yes, that's it. We should, uh, we should go now. If you're ready?"
"Yeah." Papika grabbed her backpack from the bench and slung it over one shoulder. "Uh, Cocona?"
"It's fine. We don't need to talk about it. L-let's go, okay? Before the bus leaves."
Cocona boarded the bus, and Papika did so as well after grabbing another bottle of lemonade from the vending machine. They were on a country route, and so the bus was empty save for one elderly woman in the seat just behind the driver.
Papika stuffed her backpack into an overhead luggage rack and settled into a seat, pulling her knees to her chest and closing her eyes. Cocona eyed the empty seats throughout the bus and then chose the one next to Papika. Even if her emotions weren't quite so heightened, the affection lingered. And she didn't want Papika blaming herself. This had all been Cocona's dumb decision.
Papika looked over at Cocona when she sat down. Cocona gave her a small smile. Papika returned it and held out her lemonade. "Are you thirsty?"
She was, actually. Doing that had worked up quite a sweat. "You probably are too, though."
Papika shrugged. "I'm fine. You should have it."
Cocona nodded and took the lemonade. After taking a long sip, she held it out to Papika. "Thanks."
Papika looked from the bottle to Cocona and then took it back. "You're welcome," she said, her expression both guarded and hopeful.
"Sorry," Cocona said again. "That was- It was all my fault, okay?"
"You don't have to apologize," said Papika.
Cocona nodded, and they both fell silent.
The bus trundled back towards the city, a warm and quiet refuge from the rainy evening. Papika fell asleep first, her mouth hanging open slightly, her face soft and peaceful. Cocona smiled to herself, yawning as she did so. She rested her head on Papika's shoulder and let sleep claim her as well.