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Loud thunders roared into the livid sky before a lightning bolt crashed it open causing a power outage. Darkness fell in the living room, empty... cold.
Rain tugged like stones on the sloping glass roof and windows while the light outside projected every gray drop on the wall in front of her, until her shadow trembled and folded in itself, disappearing when laying on the ground. 
A silent cry followed the incessant taps.

Time passed unknowingly until the phone buzzed inside the black pochette on the coffee table; pulling the string falling near her shoulder, the purse toppled on the floor. When the picture glowing on the screen became defined, her heart hurt.
As quivering, the girl covered her mouth before answering the phone, feeling the warm breath heat her palm.

“Give me a fair explanation why you didn’t answer your mother’s calls since Zaofu. This is my last warning Opal: you are not a kid anymore. You can’t disappear like this.” the controlled growl rumbled inside the phone gave no possibility to debate.  
There wasn’t a word her brain could process at the moment, too dazed to understand. 
Her silence, however, irritated the woman even more. “What’s on your fucking mind!?“ the severity of the loud question woke Opal back to reality.

She missed her in ways words could have never explained.

 “Vira...” Her name blew out of her lips in sobs, like a prey whispered to the raging wind.

“Answer me.”

On the other side of the phone the woman breathed heavily while tears muted in a loud cry. A thunder crashed into the clouds again rebounding from the receiver the same way.

“I can’t..” she trembled in a whisper, only welcomed by silence, then followed by a beep. 
Frowning, her blurred attention darted for a second on the phone glowing screen. Tears fell on the black capital numbers.

Incoming call, 10:04 pm.

A month before 

In physics, nothing was technically impossible. That was one of the main reasons why studying this subject became so important. The shiver of the unknown; the probability of thousands million plus realities intertwining at the same exact time; the percentage of a sparkle turning into an explosion; the odds her body could float in the air on its own in a second or another.

After the metallic warning coming out the train speakers she stood up from the seat, ready to gather luggages, slowly moving with sweating hands holding tickets, shortened breaths and a certain excitement bubbling in her chest. 
A smile crossed her face, unable to keep the joy of being back home after six months: the longest she had ever been away from home. 
The girl squirmed and jumped impatiently on the spot, waiting for the waiting line to unfold, catching some other passengers' attention aside the big guy’s behind her handing out her bag. She chuckled and grinned, softly squeaking “I can't wait for you to meet them!”

The guy smiled widely, and if it wasn’t for the night passed awake feisting about this moment, he would’ve jumped as well following the omega outside the crowded train. 
Inside Opal instead, there was an urging excitement thundering to be unleashed among those people caught up in their own life. There were so many stories, different realities embedded in each person’s life walking fast through the crowded station among others giggling while visiting for the first time, while some others were just bored or distracted by the time passed traveling. All of them were respecting processes and laws dictated by nature without even thinking about it. 

She couldn’t help but feel little and softly overwhelmed by that concept, by what surrounded her almost to the point of tears swelling up in her eyes; maybe it was Zaofu’s familiar air or Bolin being there or perhaps the yearn alone to embrace what once was her everyday, her everything. Her family!

While living there, Opal was sure she’d never have the opportunity in all her life to see a horizon free from metal walls protecting her native lands but after moving to Republic City, the rest of the world outside unfolded differently beyond those chains of mountain surrounding the quiet peaceful domes.  
It was certainly marvelous, a privilege to be born and live in Zaofu; she loved her place more than words could physically explain and her loving family was everything she always had and knew.

Yet, a sense of strain crept in her soul slowly turning into a claustrophobic feeling when the need to follow her path became too impelled, to the point of fearing to be trapped there for the rest of her days. 
Living in the metal city was undoubtedly safe and comfortable, it was everything she sought as growing up in a big family but the truth was that Zaofu was a cage. 

A beautiful and perfectly organized one. 

So since the prospect of studying in Republic City became more than just a dream in daylight, the time passed under her family protective wing and high surveillance plastered around her being uncomfortably, slowly tightening in a squeezing choke. 
Coming back there now, brought too many contrasting feelings.

Moving to the city to study at the physics department, in fact, had been a total rebirth.  
The central town rhythms were chaotic and extremely draining compared to the monotony of her days back in Zaofu. Not because there was nothing to do there but because staying home and bashing in tea while reading castles of books was a panacea for every kind of social discomfort.  
Republic City then, had a way to force the confidence out of her introversion no matter how hard and tiring it was to eat in a cafeteria full of students, raise her hand in class and pay her apartment bills until that pressure didn’t feel so destabilizing anymore. 

Still, it was something she never dreamed capable of doing until stepping out of the comfort zone of her beautiful metal cage. But she would’ve never done it if... if..

“I’ve never seen you so happy, cherry pie” big arms wrapped around her shoulders and squashed her joyfully till a squint of chuckle left her rosy lips below warm cheeks.

“I’m happy you are here.” she revealed.

Bringing her boyfriend was weird, almost an abstract concept not really following life’s general patterns. Bolin in her mind, no matter if his roots were tangled in the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation’s territories, always belonged to Republic City’s dusty streets, smelling like sprinting cars and toasted smoke. 
Now observing how his handsome, round shaped traits conformed to Zaofu’s lean composed surroundings in her conception was like eating good watermelon in winter: completely unexpected, bizarre... even contrasting.

She blinked a few times trying to adjust to that reality and smiled in the process when said guy gave a dumbfounded look. The fatigue of climbing those last marble steps — after the long walk under the sun getting harsher at each breath, with luggages weighing on his back and hands — was written in his face as sweaty as hers. Maybe moving by train wasn’t such a bad idea, she realized after discarding the option, to show her boyfriend the places she used to visit almost everyday. 

Her boyfriend from his side seemed captured by the livened up city by many tourists visiting in that time of the year, still keeping a lawful quiet balance in a perfect polite jurisdiction. 
The frequent vertical green area splitting in the gray and golden center gave a sense of soothing solemnity, coexisting among imperial buildings, squares and the high tech communications transport developing towards the serene sky. 
Few kids sprinted near them with playful laughs along a joyful chatting wrapping each large clean street aside the fresh crisp smells of bread and typical dishes sold in boutiques as lunch time approached. 

She opted to eat some deep-fried pickled radishes and while for Bolin it was an excuse to savor new kinds of meat and take a break under a tall trees shadow, it gave Opal the opportunity to see for the very first time her place behind a foreign’s view no matter if many and many people greeted her with a wide smile on their faces.

When they made it to the Beifong estates far from the city, quietness reigned at the ominous entrance. Everything there was kinda static compared to the center in its rush hours, aside a lazy gust of warm wind caressing the ground, and few guards ambled  around to patrol the area.

“Woah,” Bolin boomed “you are rich rich!” 

A genuine chuckle left her chest, “well, at least my parents are!” and speaking of which… where was everyone? 
Inside, as the doors were opened, their slight creaking blared through the long tall hallways lightened by the golden midday sun rays.

“Mom?” she shouted out, “Dad?”

“It's huge and lonely here!” her boyfriend’s whispering echoed along the dull taps of their gaits on the lucid floors. She frowned and pushed ajar the studio’s door on the left, where her father's silhouette leaned to his architectural prototypes on the central monumental desk came into view. 
Between the old man’s furrowed brows, a wrinkle dug deep into his olive skin as he fixed a tree in his miniature copy of the city; the frameless glasses glided down his slightly curved nose as his green eyes widened to her direction when their presence was perceived in the room, “Opal?” his calloused finger fixed the glasses metallic rim in place “What are you doing here?”

“Dad!” the girl sprinted towards her father to fold him into an embrace “I missed you so much!” she squealed, sinking her face onto his father's tunic, breathing in the musky cologne mixed with metal and fresh cut grass; when their eyes met again, his face mellowed “I came to surprise you but it seems like you guys do better surprises... where’s everyone?”

“Your mother is with Aiwei and Kuvira at Ba Sing Se—“

“—Again? I thought it was over..” she scowled.

Earth Kingdom affairs were usually long and tedious, mostly when the queen herself owed money to Zaofu.

“Indeed, they are concluding the procedure but mom said they were already on their way back two hours ago.” his hand stroked her short hair “I guess they are almost here but if she knew you’d come over today she’d set a welcome party for tonight!”

"Nah, it’s okay! I wanted it to be just us and the guys!” 

“Your brothers are actually on a vacation but Huan is upstairs!” 

“What?! Without us??” her mouth gaped, “Where!!!”

“Ember island, my love.” he scratched his corrugated forehead. “Huan doesn’t like the beach and I took for granted you already knew..”

“No, they kept it a secret!” a pout pursed her lips. It wasn’t a big deal and she surely couldn’t blame them since they knew she was busy in Republic City but damn! Not even Huan! A hand lowered on her shoulder and unexpectedly, it wasn’t her father’s but Bolin’s. His lips stretched in a reassuring smile.

 “Well, either way it seems like you are in good company anyway, who’s this handsome guy?” 

“..uhm.. dad this is Bolin, t-the guy i told you a-about! M.. my..”

“—It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Beifong!” Bolin caught his father’s hand for an energetic shake.

“Please, call me Baatar. I won’t bite,” he stopped his hand surprised by the vehemence used and side eyed her full of jest, “for now” 

“—Yessir!!”

“Dad..! Ehm… I think we’ll go take a shower or something before mom comes back, okay?”

“Separately.” his index pointed both in recommendation. Why would he even come to such conclusions? We just got here! 

“O-of course!!” her cheeks warmed up yet he smiled before heading to his seat again, not even fazed by his own outcome, just dad being… dad.

“Alright, alright! I’ll be here, you go settle down for a bit. The trip must have been tiring and Poppy…” he turned and reached out to engulf her body in a warm hug once again, “I missed you, dear.”  
He then placed a peck on her head and Opal’s heart sang in appreciation. Finally back home!

“Poppy?” Bolin bubbled beside once returning to wander in the hallway and took a bag off of her grasp. She shrugged and sniffed something familiar. With the angle of her eye then spotted something. “Yeah dad sometimes calls me after grandma’s moth...er”

When she second checked she blocked on the spot. Among perfect cut plants, beyond the arched entrance, two people stood a few steps closer.  
Even from there, the vision of an electric gaze shared between the two while her mother’s palm cupped the alpha’s cheek in complicity, caused her stomach to ache.  
She looked at them so intensely to sense her mother’s hand burning on her own skin, until two fern eyes averted from the pale green one ahead to fix on hers across the entry after such a long time. 

Now, perhaps it was the urge or just the bad habit to romanticize everything, but there it was.  
The proof that the impossible could turn into possibility, even the unthinkable. It was in moments like that her mind began to abandon its most logical side, starting to formulate questions without the benefit of a probable answer… and drift. 
How was it possible to feel that warmth on her own face? How was it possible for time to even slacken in long, infinite instants? How could rage still boil in her guts after all this time? 

Instinctively her mouth opened and closed soundlessly, drowning at the sight of that attentive stare. Nails stung her palms.

 “Mom.. Kuvira”

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“Opal? Opal!!” her mother beamed and fretted to pass below the arch and close the distance with a bear hug, pushing back after a while as if to make sure it was her. “Honey, you're here!”

“Y...yeah! Bolin and I wanted to spend the last days of summer here so you all can meet him..” with a hand she grasped air in search of Bolin but tempting any other gesture or move would’ve caused a huge problem because if her stare focused somewhere elsewhere outside her mom’s figure, she’d… she didn’t know if it was a great idea, okay? Luckily enough, her boyfriend’s chest was wide and comforting and well… right there, “This is Bolin, my boyfriend. Bo, this is mom and…” her gaze shifted quickly “Kuvira” fuck no.

Come back, come back, come back. Mom, look at mom or Bolin or whatever!

“Nice to meet y’all!” someone’s voice dispersed to be destroyed in the atmosphere like the rest of the birds chirping nearby, the gushing of each artificial watercourse around the garden, or the guards’ chattering not too far.  
After all those months.. 
A green pair of eyes were piercing deep and the whole world began to lose consistency and vividness because the green.. the green in those eyes were so persistent no other color could compare to the vibrancy.  
After all those months, those green eyes still had a choking grasp around her soul.

 “Oh! the pleasure… see…  awesome guy my daughter… talking about!”

She frowned, missing the conversation. What ?

The mouth below those green eyes moved. “Same.”

It wasn’t clear what was going on but there was surely an awkward tension filling the air with overpowering insistence. The scent emanating from the two alphas although, was distinctly different and separated: on one side there was her mother being the gossiping freak she’s always been, meeting her boyfriend for the first time — the Spirits had mercy; on the other one, instead… Kuvira.

The fact Bolin could detect none of that since he was a beta was terrifying and forced her instincts to intervene before it was too late “So uhm.. how are you doing, how did it go with the queen?”

“We are good but I’ll explain to you more after – honey, I really need to lay down before I gather for a party tonight!” Opal groaned as her mother began to pepper kisses all over her face “My baby is home!”

“Mom no,” she pulled out, “It’s okay, you don’t have to! We are pretty tired too and Bo has an audition in a few.” 

“An audition for what?”

“Varrick’s new mover, ma’am!” the guy smiled with thousands of teeth “Nuktuk’s adventures!”

“Oh right, Opal told me you study acting!” she patted his shoulder “Best of luck with the audition, dear! But before you go..” then eyed besides where her not so smiley lawyer stared at the scene impassively. She was actually scary when she didn’t move a muscle. Her curled brows didn’t help either.
“Kuvira, why don’t you accompany them and show Opal your new love interest?”

Opal’s eyes widened “... are you seeing someone..?”

Her mother exploded into laughter. What was so funny? “Have fun guys!”

“Come with me.” the lawyer grumbled, stealing the bags off of her hands before striding towards the gardens as if her schedule was too tight for this waste of time. As if her own dome wasn’t in the same exact direction. What a jerk. She hasn’t seen me in months and can’t wait to ditch me somewhere already. Perhaps she’s impatient to smooch her new lover in peace.  

Needles nipped her stomach. 

Who could it be? Somebody known? What if it was someone who didn’t live in Zaofu? 
It was strange though, Kuvira’s scent didn’t allude to being affected by another one… nevertheless a mate; the smell would’ve been very persistent wouldn’t it? Instead, there was only that stupid old scent of hers. The deep odor of an… undiscovered forest wrapped in the early morning’s coldness, with moss and plants covered in dew. It would’ve been clear if someone else would’ve scented her somehow, right? Maybe if I can spot a bite or a mark.. she marched up in full speed till reaching the woman’s side yet the collar of her shirt covered most of her neck. Opal frowned. 
The jugular vein was slightly swollen and glistened by a drop of sweat trailing down its lucky path. Perhaps she was too warm… hold on, why lucky? 

Then Kuvira’s neck turned and with it, the rest of her face crossed into a question. Busted .   
Opal’s cheeks bursted aflame as she averted the alpha’s inquiring gaze. Damn, it wasn’t a big deal, was i— “How was your trip back?” the woman murmured.

“It was actually exhausting,” her boyfriend chirped behind, instead, “Opal was too excited!” 

“Mh..” awkward … why is she even giving him the cold shoulder?  
Whatever was in her mind, it was clear it bothered her beyond measure or there was no explanation for her deep scowling. That was kind of infuriating because.. come on, you haven’t seen me in the last six months and you greet me with the greatest lour in human’s history? She’s such a cat.

“Sssso… uhm.. you are a lawyer, right?” Bolin, this poor beta was trying his best. Scratching his nape and all of that. He was lucky Kuvira was ignoring him under all the clinking of keys while unlocking her own apartment’s door or—

“—SPIRITS! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT, OPAL!” a mountain of fur jumped as soon as the main door was opened, “A BISON!!!”

 Isn’t that— “JUICYYYYYYYY!!!” she shouted, throwing arms as wide as possible for her giant baby to fit in and squeeze him. Under his weight, her legs gave up almost instantly but ending up floored on the street didn’t matter at all if it meant she could cuddle him after so long. He seemed ecstatic too since his tail was wagging with fury while he coated her face at each sticky lapping, stirring every sort of giggle out of her chest and although it could be disgusting for others, it was everything her heart needed to laugh agai— 

“—I’M GONNA SAVE YOU, HONEY BISCUIT!!!” Bolin screamed somewhere above, there was too much fur and snot on the way but it was approximately the direction she stretched an arm to point him out.

“Hey hey hey!! Don’t disrespect Juicy like that ever again! He is MY bison!”  

“Wait, what? Is this..” he kneeled down until his dropping jaw came to view, “I didn’t imagine your dog to be so HUGE, baby!!! Pics didn’t do him any justice!”

“Come on big thing,” two arms sneaked between them until the colossal mass of fur was out of the way. “let her breathe” the sky was blue again. 

“Thanks Vira” her fern eyes above then appeared, reflecting hers before being lifted from the ground. Perhaps it was the surprise, the sudden fatigue but breathing became hard and-“uhm babe i don’t want to alarm you but..” 

Unbelievable . 
Juicy, the little sweet bison who wouldn’t hurt a bug in his entire life was clawing his gigantic mouth into Bolin’s forearm.. Spirits… what the heck?!

“JUICY NO!!! That’s poop! PUT IT DOWN!”

“You just called me poop?!” 

Kuvira snorted, pulling Juicy away from her screaming boyfriend to keep him under control.

“No babe! Sorry, are you okay??” she grabbed his forearm but there was no sign of a wound aside from a thick wet spot sticking his hairs all together.

“Now’s better, I think he smelled Pabu” well, that made sense.

“Hold on, Juicy stayed with you this whole time?”

Kuvira shifted her serious gaze, “Yes, it’s been since you moved to Republic City. He missed you and probably wanted something of yours.” then coughed, heading inside the apartment until her voice resounded louder, “here you always leave something”

Her face must’ve turned burgundy at that comment. What the heck..! “Oh...I-I’ve missed him so much!” She bit her lip and followed the alpha into the entry, presenting the freshly renewed open space ahead, beyond a wooden and silver squared arch. “Your place turned out neat!” in there, a soothing scent of lavender as well, filled her lungs. Was it the cleaning products? A perfume? Or..

“Thanks”

“So, uhm..” she checked behind and Bolin outside seemed busy patting Juicy’s head while staring down his phone. “where’s your..?”

“Love interest?” Kuvira lifted a brow up as undressing her suit jacket. “You must know your mother likes to joke. She was talking about Juicy.”

She blinked twice until her tongue and her entire brain decided to actually work again. “Ah… I’m sorry! I-I hope he behaved well, at least”

“Better than you ever would, that’s for sure.”

“Hey!” 

“Babe,” Bolin tucked his head in “sorry to interrupt but.. I think now I need to head to the audition or I’ll miss it”

“Uh? Oh sure, let me bring the bags and Juicy home and..”

“—No, don’t worry, I'll go alone because Varrick specifically said spectators aren’t allowed at the audition anyway because… how did he say...” he tapped his chin “Uh! His cosmic artistic equilibrium would be blighted!” 

“Are you kidding me? I won’t let you go all by yourself in a city you just got to! I’m gonna walk you to the train station, at least. Vee, do you mind if we keep the bags here for now?” 

The woman shrugged, recomposing her face into the same exact scowl.

“Cherry blossom, I’ve been in Zaofu before and I know how to use the map app” he turned his phone screen already showing the destination. “So you can at least catch up with your sister” SISTER? “ and go home to rest a bit, I know you are tired! Just send me the position so I know where to come back after” 

“Wait,” she scampered to get in front of him “are you super sure it’s okay?”

“Of course, babe. I just don’t want to strain you further and” he pecked her lips “this is my good luck kiss. See you later.”

She waited for Juicy to waggle his way inside and tudded the door closed as soon as the guy turned towards the garden main street. Without even noticing it before, something inside her chest disappeared, leaving a sense of lightness after breathing out. Then she turned, Kuvira’s arms were now crossed but her face was back to normal. Her eyes, although, were the same deep void ready to wrench the whole universe into oblivion.

“Did you tell your boyfriend I'm your sister?”

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“Sooo!” her best friend’s voice squeaked on the phone “How is it? How is it going there? How is your lover doing???”

“Bolin is okay. He went for the audition all alone and I feel bad about it but he just sent me a text saying he’s in line, so at least I’m not worried anymore”

“That’s nice but I wasn’t talking about Bolin but a certain alpha, silly!” Alpha..? The only alpha here was mom and Kuvira so what was Jinora talking ab.. oh!

“Spirits! What?! You know I.. we aren’t even close the way you think and I can’t even stand her!”

“That’s exactly why you can’t cover your atrocious crush on her!”

”Oh my, Jinora, can you shut up? Do I need to call your father?”

“Truth hurts I see!” she chuckled, the pest . 

Jinora may or may not have known way too much about things with Kuvira. It didn’t happen exactly on purpose, one night the topic just popped up and well… chit after chat, Jinora was informed regarding the alpha, about the fact Kuvira was a family intimate friend and some other stuff her mouth should have stayed sewn about, because now her best friend couldn’t stop blabbering. That wasn’t even the first time this subject was brought up.

The relationship between her family and Kuvira was the exact definition of... complicated. One day the alpha’s parents abandoned her in front of the Beifong's barred openings, disappearing completely like they never existed. As Kuvira grew up she forgot her own surname, the shape of her parents' faces melted and their voices dissolved completely in a void.

That event irremediably split Kuvira's childhood, making her a brat to the bone even if Suyin and Baatar gave her a private roof to live under when she presented as an alpha, nurtured and taught her as if she was their own; something, however, was always off. 
Kuvira never referred to Su and Baatar as her parents; never showed up in any family portrait exhibited on the main dome walls; when she and her brothers were introduced to others, Kuvira was never mentioned as part of the family. 

She was rarely present at officials gatherings or business affairs as well and never, never, never called out as a Beifong. 
Still, her parents loved Kuvira unconditionally, especially her mom. Su gave her attention Opal’s heart never really found a way to accept, sharing an intense bond the little girl inevitably grew jealous of.

Like Kuvira, she was casted away from that exclusive love by her biological mother. 
It was hard since the alpha built a wall of stoicism to separate herself from the rest of the world; the same wall she contributed to build on her own side brick after brick because, during their entire childhood, despising her seemed the easiest thing to do.  
Nobody ever taught her how to accept the girl that stole her mother’s love and the more she was closed out of that intimate sphere the pair was creating, the easier Kuvira’s impenetrable defenses seemed to loosened up with her mother... the more rage flared inside her instead.

Even sharing a hug in front of her was like signing a war declaration to the point Kuvira and her mother's physical contacts through the years became secret, almost forbidden from her view but it was useless. It was like she knew inside her each time Kuvira simply searched for validation from her mother. 
The woman, after all, was everything she was not, everything she lacked... a better, unavailable version of her. 
So now.. it was weird how Jinora took this idea of her crushing for Kuvira but this was unrealistic and stupid. 

Kuvira was.. too much for her mind to even process and sometimes, the mere thought forced her brain to overwork. The alpha was the only one who succeeded in genuinely exasperating and tormenting her. Her own wrist weakened at the rush of blood the alpha managed to provoke every single time she was near or simply walking around her thoughts.

The call ended briefly before fretting around her place in search of her charger when the phone warned of low battery. In the dark the room was wrapped in, she switched the light on as her goodbye to Jinora echoed inside her unusually tidy apartment. She didn’t even have a moment to notice before, while Kuvira helped her carry all the bags there. It's been a half hour and she hasn’t even slipped out her shoes yet. She’s been there, sitting on the cold floor. 

So when she got up, her bones almost creaked in soreness. The suitcases were settled beside her and as proceeding in, she carried two of them after the phone was pushed down the jean skirt pocket. 
It was good to be home again. It didn’t matter how Republic City earned a special place inside her heart, being back in Zaofu was incredibly comforting. Briefly the windows were opened at the omega’s perky walk around the rooms: the kitchen and living room — which occupied the same space — were saturated by the sunlight creeping in through the sheer curtains; the short hallway followed immediately after with the same exact pictures displayed on the walls which each protective glass shone before being obscured by her shadow.

The faces on every captured memory brought Opal back to those days where sounds, colors and sensations shortly became alive in her mind to stop and start with another one. There was one with Huan after shaving the side of his head for the first time, or here sitting on Baatar Jr’s shoulder playing pirates meanwhile Wing and Wei ran around and then one with mom and dad hugging her in a sweet smily one at the center, decorated with a red frame and hearts.

Before opening the bedroom door, one last picture captured her attention on the corner: she and Kuvira petting Juicy the day they found him under the rain. The most ridiculous adoring expression was contorted on her face while the long hair girl’s one was stretched in a happy one as she genuinely laughed at her. Unconsciously, on her face a smile quirked in a grin while rapidly fixing some rebel short locks behind an ear.  
Nothing really changed from those days, they were still the same no matter how differently life shaped them.

Upon entering the room it didn’t pass much longer before opening both suitcases on the bed, surely in one of them there was a charger. The phone was dying and when the search inside the first bag failed a sense of dread chilled down her spine. “Come on...” she breathed out. Please, don’t be at home please please.. YES!

Gray suitcase, right pocket! 
After bolting to charge the phone, a red laced wire brought her back to the suitcase. A strange fancy box was buried below layers of wrapped clothes from which a velvet burgundy string sneaked out. Slowly, she untangled the smooth soft ribbon where a note was attached to.  
A sinuous, elegant calligraphy adorned the black paper with the same exact shade of red: “ Enjoy the vibes ... what?” What was that? ... Asami’s penmanship?

As opening the box Opal’s frown deepened at the sight of a.. wand? Well it wasn’t thin nor too long; it was matte black with a rounded top and metal lucid bottom —was that the bottom? 
Full of curiosity and with a thudding in her chest, she pressed one soft button in the middle, a series of LEDs shone around and the top instantly came alive... buzzing silently. 
Her eyes doubled in size. Asami bought me a vibrator? 

Maybe when she and Korra said goodbye they hid it in the suitcase? 
Spirits, those two really knew how to embarrass someone. 
They both joked a lot about it recently earning her most abashed reactions, maybe that was the reason why they actually bought it, sure to get a mortifying call sooner or later. 
Yet, thinking about it, a vibrator was actually something new.. 
A rush of blood perked up her heart, obliging her to sit on the bed edge. Bo was busy with his audition and aside from Juicy's heavy footsteps around the dome there was no one else. Perhaps just a little innocent check to see how that kind of toy worked wouldn’t hurt anybody..

Okay!! Calm down!! First of all the door must’ve been closed to not traumatize Juicy, just in case he had the happiest idea to go into the bedroom.  
The bed wobbled as she hopped on it again and as soon as she let the black toy vibe against her bare inner thigh to test the speed, a jolt of excitement ran down her entire body. 

Ticklish. That’s interesting..

Slowly, the round head traced till it disappeared below the denim skirt, vibing against her covered bundle of sensitive nerves. That sudden touch was weirdly pleasant and as seconds passed, fixing the speed and angulation, her hand tried to accompany some attentive caresses up and down the clit pulsing in response.  
The need to lean backwards grew and when her back hit the bed, it actually arched a bit.  
A whimper escaped her mouth while her underwear began to get damp.

Damn, that was... actually good? Yeah, it was. It only needed a push from her imagination. If only that vibration could be someone’s tongue wrapping around her clit, lapping slowly and gently until her sight would blur out and her brain clouded. With a free hand the skirt was slightly tugged up enough to get more room, uncovering the panties fabric turning transparent with liquid bliss. Oh. 
She started to imagine how good it would feel to have someone’s hand, maybe Bolin’s big one crawling up her thi— no, wait.. she frowned. Why is there a bunny of dust on the ceiling? 

Damn it, Opal, focusfocusfocusfocus ! 

She squeezed her eyes but Bolin’s hand wasn’t there anymore. Black long strands pooled freely around her thighs instead. They were smooth as the palm caressing up to her waist, as smooth as the tongue flickering heavily up and down her clit. 
“Ah.. uhm” the bed cracked and she gripped her inner thigh starting to quiver at the pleasure building up; there, exactly where that person’s cheek was brushing. At each swing of her tiny breasts, the nipples hardened as well, brushing deliciously below the yellow top.

She went to caress back those long hair haunting her imagination and uncovered two perfect brows arching symmetrically until long inky lashes fluttered against them.  
Opal wet her lips and swallowed.

From slow, the toy’s speed was switched up and the whirl on her wet skin became insufferably good, taking her breath away with some muffled moans. In her mind the person eating her up was moaning too— no, she was growling in need to taste and savor more, thirsty and unsatisfied until every drop of pleasure would pour inside her skilled tongue and greedy lips closing and pulling, smacking her most sensitive spot. Damn it.

Mouth agape, cheeks burned red, air impressively steamier: it wouldn’t have taken much before exploding. Soft caresses then turned into fast circles, pressing harder in need. 
Her racing heart jumped a bit at a faint noise coming from the hallway. Calm down, it was only Juicy.

She squeezed her eyes again and the alpha’s forehead was furrowing, the same way the bridge of her nose was scrunching up in the sexiest wrinkles she ever seen: the results of how busy and focused the alpha was on eating her up to even maintain a straight face.  
Her grip was tightening around her hip while the hand left began to tease her entrance until two fingers were thrusted in.  
Heavy pants resounded inside the room among buzzes and the ticking wetness before being muffled by the slap of her inner thighs clasping together in real life. 

She was getting too desperate and if she kept like this, she wasn’t sure if she could stop once coming. It happened already a few times when she was in Republic City but living alone had its advantages yet there… damn, there were too many alpha guards patrolling around the domes and if her scent reached them… fuck, i’d be filled so we— stop that. 

She puckered out her lips and breathed out as slowly as possible while pushing down and pulling up the drenched toy, vibrating all over her slit, her inner thighs clasped together around it and damn it was good, so good that when her brain focused again one last time, it showed a pair of catlike fern eyes.

 Even if stopping was taken in consideration it wasn’t actually possible anymore as her hips buckled up wildly at the heated climax approaching fast. Another buckle, then another one until she was forced to shut her own mouth before giving up completely at that blissful sensation. An intense musky forest scent has been spiking her arousal tremendously, pushing her to gasp and twitch over the soft blanket and when her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, finally reaching the peak, she noted a towering presence standing at the door entrance through the blur. 

Her heart thundered. “Who would ever say my little Opal had a libido?” a low voice neared, caressing her ears and senses when the firsts waves of pleasure hit hard. 

No, no please.. it couldn’t be!

“Vira.. don’t oh my ..” a moan “don’t look at me..!” she panted, still drowning in pleasure even after tossing the toy under the bed, full of shame. 
Rapidly, she tugged the skirt down in place to cover everything below the teasing fern stare. It was too late. She saw everything… 
Opal sat up and covered her mouth, trying to regulate her breathing but it was useless.

Fuck.. calm down.. calm down!

Meanwhile shrouding her flustered face, her whole body throbbed in need and bliss still too noticeably to be restrained. It was delicious and delirious at the same exact moment.

“Interesting, so your boyfriend is that unsatisfying, I see.” firm footsteps came closer to halt right up ahead.

Taking the courage in her hands, she looked up to meet the lawyer’s eyes, meeting in the middle. “This is not what it looks like!” she stuttered “W-what are you doing here?!” 

Kuvira’s thick eyebrow arched up “No? I guess.. I looked long enough to understand that was exactly what it is”

A silent instant passed in which the previous orgasm hit intensely again with its aftershocks while looking into the alpha’s fern stare gleaming brighter. She clasped her thighs together but her sex couldn’t stop pulsing. Those eyes… Kuvira’s pupils were… 

Unfortunately their owner took advantage of her inability to formulate a coherent sentence to lower them on her flaming cheeks then lingering for a few, interminable seconds on her parted lips after being shut with a wet bite.  
Kuvira was there, staring and smirking at her like a paying client leering at their favorite stripper in a nightclub.

“You are so lucky your mother sent me to call you, imagine how she would react” Kuvira commented slyly, making every shiver roll down her body at the mention alone. At first in terrifying pleasure but once her neurons collaborated to receive the actual message, she cringed. 

Damn, If mum would’ve seen this she would’ve told the world something like «my baby is growing up» and other stupid awkward stuff a normal mother would never say to others because not so new age as her. She loved these kinds of things.

“Oh Spirits, please...” she grunted, covering her face again, this time with a new kind of distress; “wait, mom sent you?” she looked up to find her gaze once again. 

“Yeah. Family dinner at six, little gremlin” Kuvira informed.  
Unexpectedly, the alpha then leaned closer and as still staring down her soul from above, her fingers brushed carefully some short strands away from her face. 
“Change before your boyfriend comes back, you don’t want to let him smell how better off you are without him” her fresh minty breath was too close, arousing and threatening her heartbeat to stop completely. “And don’t be late”.

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Chapter Text

To calm down, Opal had to force herself to take a cold shower. It was wild the way her body could lose control like that; perhaps it was something every omega experienced but even when her heat wasn’t close, her needs exploded once triggered.
The fact Kuvira was the one catching her in such a vulnerable state was undoubtedly awful, yet it was probably the safest outcome, because if a guard got in with bad intentions…  
Spirits, the thought alone was terrifying. 

Kuvira teasing her about it till the end of her days too was equally terrifying, though. But maybe she wouldn’t have done something like that during a family dinner. She bit her lip and clutched Bolin’s forearm while stepping into the dining hall where her family waited. At the sight of Huan although, she jumped to his neck for the bear hug he never asked for but if a sister didn’t annoy their siblings at least once, could they been called a good one? Probably not, that’s why she made sure to wear him out everytime! 

Dinner began like that, with her mother inviting everyone to start because Kuvira would come a bit later and as much the news was relieving for obvious reasons, it also made her wonder what was keeping her. 

She ended up listening to her family chattering while munching on the tofu curry and pushing corn to the side with a fork until the woman paraded her way to occupy the seat beside. The clean fragrance of mint, ambers and freshly picked apricots came in whiffs from her still damp hair combed in a simple braid, dangling on her wide shoulder covered with a plain white shirt rolled up to her elbows. She murmured an apology and began to eat the seared elephant koi with leisure, probably too strained by the travel and work. It was once the dessert was being served to everyone that the lawyer began to liven up, joking with Huan sitting on the other side until Bo got up to head to the bathroom. It was then the woman’s warm whisper brushed her earshell. "So you have a little boyfriend now," 

A chill ran down her spine.

“Spirits Kuvira, you scared me!” she jumped on the seat, “don't call him that”

“Why? Aren't you two dating ?"

“Yes, but don't say ‘little boyfriend’” she air-quoted “as if i’m still a kid"

The lawyer smirked, "you still behave like one" 

"hey!" she pouted, knowing too well this point would’ve come because if there was something Kuvira loved to do, it was pestering someone or well… her in particular. It was inevitable.

"Mh" her brows jerked up "then? How is this boyfriend ?" 

"Kuvira!"

"No, seriously.” the woman retreated and shrugged “Not that I care but, it seems like he can’t even accomplish his job, poor thing." 

“Why, can you?” she hissed, leaning perhaps too close towards the lawyer because when she turned to answer, her breath tickled down her jaw. Opal froze, unable to move the same exact moment her beat bounced out of her chest. The spot in her neck burned.

“Babygirl, nobody can make a girl scream the way I do. You must’ve heard it from your place” Spirits.. her whole face took aflame.

“Yes, out of exasperation” she pulled away, “and that.. that wasn’t your business, neither something you should have seen!”  her hand curled into a fist “And.. B-Bolin is .. nice! There’s no need to be obsessed with sex when he knows how to make me laugh without being a pain in the ass like someone else!" 

"And?" Kuvira’s tongue poked slightly out, enough to wet her own lips and the sheer trail it left, glistened under the soft lighting. The same exact way it did in her imagination, between her thighs not even an hour ago. Why would she do something like that now? No, how could her brain betray her that way just to jerk off, was the real question.  
It was clearly getting hot but she must've been getting thirsty.. Wait, no. Not in that way! She shifted on the seat and crossed her legs, "and what? He's… a good boy!"

"Like a lap dog.” the lawyer’s smirk widened in a smile uncovering the perfect line of her teeth. Her voice as well has been lowering into indecency, “Pissing his pants out of excitement to even start something"

"You know you haven't changed at all? You're still so arrogant!" she punched the table and the spoon hopped out of the table and yet before the clinking ringed in the already noisy room, Kuvira managed to catch it. That spoon though, the back of that damned teaspoon hovered faintly above her skin and she knew that if the alpha actually pressed it against her thigh with purpose, the smooth concave surface would’ve been cold. Yet, Kuvira didn’t let it brush her, just hinted the path she’d taken before placing the spoon back next to her plate and whispered again "Don't call me arrogant so loud or you'll turn me on" 

"..what?" the second after, the alpha’s strong hands anchored on the table’s edge, popping swollen veins up.
Her breath broke out when Kuvira actually stood up as Bolin came back from the bathroom and sat down next to her.

"Thank you for inviting me, Su but I still need to review the queen’s clauses. Please, enjoy your desserts" she declared in an unusual formal tone. 

"Thanks Kuvira, don't forget about tomorrow" at her mother’s voice, the alpha’s expression twisted into an indecipherable grimace before nodding and leaving, urging loads of questions to form and ding repetitively like little chirping birds inside her brain while absently eyeing Bolin gulping down the mousse.

"What's tomorrow?" she turned towards her mother who raised her brows and pulled the spoon clean out her mouth.

"I gave Kuvira a few days off with the excuse that you are here" 

Opal nodded, tasting a sample of mousse herself and the lemon was so delicate, between its sourness and sweetness, her heartbeat would have sung if it wasn’t for the topic. “So you had to use me to make her stop?” 

“It was honestly the only way, you know her. I also wanted to make up the fact all your brothers aren’t here as well to spend time with you and meet your handsome boyfriend”

“Thank you, ma’m!” Bo beamed, causing Huan to halt on his seat which made the mousse sprint up her nose as she snorted. “It’s a pleasure and honor to be here!” 

Her mother too laughed in surprise, “oh no, please call me Su or i’ll feel old!” 

“I still can’t believe nobody told me something about their trip.” she scoffed with the exact intent to exasperate everyone in the room the same way she was, because that topic still stung, damn it! “Not even you, Huan!”

Her brother shrugged. “It was just the beach. We are better than that”

“No, I'm NOT better!” she patted her chest “I really need the beach right now!”

“Well, anyway nobody could’ve said something because nobody knew anything!” her mother cut “Junior organized everything to surprise them” oh so it was Junior’s fault she was still there, bathing exclusively in her own sweat. Nice move brother, OR SHOULD I CALL HIM TRAITOR? Okay no, calm down, it’s just Baatar. You’re gonna get a call as soon as this conversation is over.
She breathed out, pinching the bridge of her nose because definitely some things still didn’t make sense. 

“Why didn't Kuvira go with them?” 

“Because she loves to work way too much. That girl is the one who really needs and deserves a vacation,” she stopped to sip champagne “she has been very stressed lately and got very detached..”

“Detached..?”

“She works, Opal and.. you saw her just now. She comes to eat a bite and she’s already…” her mother’s hand opened in the air “gone.”

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Gone

What does ‘gone’ even mean? How could Kuvira just appear and disappear when not even a few months before she was the main cylinder of the entire engine in that house? Or at least she was, before she moved to Republic City and expected everything would’ve kept on going exactly the same way it did for 20 years.
Everybody loved Kuvira’s presence: guards, clients, not to mention her entire family and friends; she had a solution for everything and knew how to fix and organize any kind of thing from pure chaos. Without the lawyer and her mother, the two female alphas of the estate, the entire association would have crumbled.

So the first thing Opal did the very next morning was knock with trembling wrists at Kuvira’s door.
Falling asleep was impossible with all the adrenaline flowing into her body after what she saw and said, to what her mother also said, spinning in the brain and making it process so many thoughts, it was a blessing it didn’t collapse with an aneurysm. Heck, she just came and already wanted to go back to Republic City.
But luckily she was still there and anxious behind that door opening to reveal the tall busy-looking alpha.

Kuvira was in a simple loose kimono covering the short top over gray sweatpants. Her hair was tied in a loose braid which strands stuck on her beaded forehead. The rest of it fell to the side, barely brushing the hipbone.
She stoically snorted as she saw her, stepping aside to let her get in. “There’s nothing to laugh about!” Opal yelled, crossing arms.

“I guess you’ll bother me forever with this” the woman rolled her fern eyes annoyed, then passed by her side.

 “I—“ 

“Come, I have stuff to do. You are lucky I was thirsty.” the alpha’s low tone echoed in the dark hallway after the kitchen and while following the raven braid in the poorly lit apartment, she came to the conclusion Kuvira must’ve been doing something in the garden.

“I thought mom gave you some free days from work”

“Indeed” the lawyer scrolled the wide door to the side, opening up to the backyard where a well curated garden mildly hid the modern greenhouse entirely made of glass. It wasn’t too huge but comfortable enough to accommodate a few shelves by the windows, upon which the strangest plants, gems and stones adorned.  
A dark steel work table was in the center. On the right, another small tool holder shelf, over a gray eucalyptus plant.
Even if she grew up among those utensils, their shapes still remained both weird and fascinating but Kuvira had a deep secret love for these kinds of things. Although, since the Beifong’s needed a lawyer, this passion was forced to be put aside and stay just a beloved hobby. 

“But you, of course, have no idea what the word ‘relaxing’ means, do you?” 

Kuvira snickered whilst sitting at her desk resuming what seemed to analyzing a piece of metal, scribbling now and then on the tablet. So she bent a bit on the alpha’s back, her messy bob cut must’ve been all over the way but it wasn’t a big deal if Kuvira wasn’t complaining, until a strange perfect sphere came into view. On the lawyer’s tablet, its name was highlighted: olivine pallasite meteorite.
The forest scent got immediately inside her lungs.

“Can I help?” she whispered and when Kuvira seemed determined to purposefully ignore her with passion, she chuckled.
One of the most important things to avoid with Kuvira was to ask if she needed help. Spirits , she hated that more than anything.
If that woman was put in front of a decision between being tortured and helped, she would’ve taken the former without hesitation multiple times, even if it led to death.

Kuvira wasn’t made to be seen as someone in distress but rather the one who always got you out from them. Maybe that’s why she still allowed her in the house, to.. accomplish a certain sense of.. duty? Did that even make sense? Not that she usually needed help anyway, but still, poking Kuvira with those frequent requests was one of her favorite things ever. 

Most of the time however, it was just her asking the woman to stop being a dick and in this particular case, it was to pray she forgot about that awful.. incident .

After a while, some beautiful gemstones on the shelves caught her attention. At first, a deep green blue rhombus-like stone shone black at every shift of light. The amber line sparkling in the middle was cold under her digit “What’s this?” she turned back only to find Kuvira still focused into the same piece as her monotone broke the silence “Velvet obsidian”

The lawyer didn’t even bother to look. Maybe it was just a coincidence. So she pointed at the brownish fading sharp edged ones “This one?—

“—smoky quartz” again, nothing.

“Uhm.. these” a pleasant clattering filled the greenhouse when a handful of tiny golden brilliants into a crystal box poked her palm “citrine gems”

Her eyes then gleamed when they climbed to the highest shelf. In the middle of it, an iridescent black and green smooth stone took her breath away “Lightning Ridge black opal”.

She turned again, ready to catch— Kuvira in the same exact position, still studying— how?! “Vee, you’re not even looking!” 

“I don’t need to. I know which stone your dirty fingers stain” the woman finally straightened her back and watched her pout “besides, you always point out the same ones whenever you come here” the alpha smirked letting her raven hair slide over the chair when she rested back.
Those ferns of hers though, glittered brighter than any gem in that room.

What am I even thinking? “That's not true!”

Kuvira rolled her eyes and got back to work.

“So...” Opal kept, instead “about yesterday, just.. just.. please forget what happened” lowering her voice whilst playing with a wind chime made of thin-cut—

“—tangerine quartz” 

“Vira!”

The high-pitched ping chanted in the room “You are neither the first or the last one I caught masturbating. Relax.”

Opal’s cheeks went on fire immediately at the mention. “Really? I mean.. oof..” who else did she catch? “Uhm.. I..well me and Bolin are good..together I— I don’t do that frequently,” she sputtered “I don’t need it. It was actually the first try ever. And it was a gift from my friend, and and I was curious..” if there was something to know about her, it was the ridiculous amount of words she wasted rattling on, divulging awkward and unnecessary information like a broken machine when anxiety prevailed.

Did Kuvira need to know about her and Bo's sexual life? Certainly not! but still… “But the point is that he is ehm.. a..uhm okay? I mean he- he.. knows how to..” her hand flicked restlessly “you-you know..” Spirits , it was more complicated than expected.

“If you say so.” the layer uttered briefly as if nothing really impressed her anyway.
The lack of reaction however was infuriating.
This wouldn’t do.
Yet, maybe not everything was lost after all; maybe the spray bottle over the toolholder was there for a reason aside from watering plants. Her stare jumped between the tool and the woman’s back who was stILL IGNORING THE HELL OUT OF THE POINT!

“Opal!” Kuvira jumped in surprise when a few drops wet her tanned exposed nape.

Did she regret that? No.
But was the saying ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ true? Spoiler: It was.
The alpha stood up, her stabbing stare made the omega’s knee buckle while stepping back when she was slowly cornered.
Opal’s throat tightened at the noisy swallow.
Now that her full attention was gained, courage buzzed through her body, helping her point at the alpha’s face and threatening it with the sprinkler at the same time. 

“Forget about what happened yesterday!” 

A sly grin extended the woman’s lips in a line the same moment she schooched down and reached for what seemed to be a bucket right next the door. She barely had the reflex to push herself out of the greenhouse as fast as an icy wave hit. The instant after, in fact, she was spitting water in the grass “VIRAAAA!!”

She tried to wipe the blur out of her sight and the first mass of color gaining sharpness ahead was the rain bucket now empty in the lawyer’s hand; the same lawyer whose wide grin spread on her bronzed face in the daylight.

The battle had begun.

Full of spite, she pressed the spray handler repeatedly to wet that smirk off of that face in revenge.
“I said forget!!” the yell, like the droplets, blew on the alpha’s sculpted features, wrinkling the more she steadily removed the distance.
Then grabbed her wrist to toss it away before the woman’s drenched forehead flattened her bang “Oh so.. I should forget how your thighs contorted around your toy while your little face tensed with pure pleasure?” she husked, watching from above and if those eyes could melt a person alive, she’d be carbonized.

“I should forget your mouth, the way you panted, moaned while the need to be satisfied was written in your eyes?” Kuvira went on, knowing what buttons to push when it came to playing dirty. Embarrassment in particular was an effective strategy but it also distracted her enough to forget about the sprinkler being snatched out of her hand.

So she started to struggle to win the sprayer back but the woman was undoubtedly stronger.
The only option left was to sprint away like hell in the opposite direction to not be caught by the sprinkling water until she reached the garden hose hanging around the metal holder.

“Forget” she blasted in a last ultimatum.

“Never” the alpha said as eyeing the hose before the huge amount of water flooded through the nozzle holes. Even if prepared for what was coming Kuvira tensed, jerking her head back and covering her face but didn’t even try to escape, crawling closer instead to shut off the water from its origin, the pipe. 

No fucking way!!  
Opal jumped on the lawyer’s back who yanked the handle away until it played in her favor, managing to steal the hose.
“GIVE IT BACK!!” she squealed before bolting and jumping as far as possible to skip the jet when Kuvira ran after her, drenching every single piece of cloth.

The adrenaline pumping in her blood gave her the fuel needed to laugh out loud and move faster, but that was still a modest garden and soon enough the woman latched her by the waist to direct the nozzle inside her shirt in a tickling shower “AHHAHAHA VEEEEE STOP!”

She shook furiously till a way to slip from Kuvira’s grasp was found, sliding down in the slick grass in the process and pulling the lawyer down to force her fall as well.

“OPAL” Kuvira bursted loud.

They kept on fighting over the fresh cut green lawn, lifting dirt and grass in a battle for the nozzle, showering each other with so much water their skin began to wrinkle until the woman turned it off and threw the hose far. So she crawled quickly after it but yet, Kuvira’s grasp around her hips coerced her to slow down until her ass was pulled to clash against the well built body behind.

She was then flipped. 

Droplets dripped from the woman's soaked face directly onto hers as if she was her personal cloud raining all over.  
Those fern eyes gleamed intensely under the black thickset lashes and they were so pure, it was impossible to look away.

Long fingers brushed back her bang as hers ventured among Kuvira’s thick loose locks to shake them dry. It caused both to laugh genuinely among heavy pants. 

“Remember when we used to do this at least twice everyday?” a chuckle left her lungs while the alpha rested her forehead on hers. 

“The first two, you mean”

Her chest bumped hard against the one above insistently. The forest scent was intoxicating and irresistible, calling like a thousand siren chants. The knowing look shared after that was magnetic as well as eloquent while the adrenaline kept on pulsing through her whole body, reacting to the alpha’s one getting heavier instant after instant.

There was a reason why play fighting was banished once growing up: Kuvira presented as Alpha the same way she did as Omega.
The necessity that pushed her towards the woman was profound and consuming. It was primal, animalistic, chemical and it was natural like breathing. It was all there and it wasn’t possible to hamper nor prevent. It was a law.

But behind every law, there was the impulse to break it. So Kuvira was usually the first one to end the contact before it was too late, smooth and aloof like if nothing ever happened.

“Fuck, now we need a shower” the alpha in fact rolled off of her leaving space to the limpid blue sky, so blue for a moment it lead her to dissociate from that reality.

“Oh uhm.. yeah.. but i have no extra clothes” she rolled on a side, facing the woman once more and pouting.  
A caress warmed her cheek before her damp hair was tucked around an ear. 

“What’s new? You always steal what’s mine, anyway” 

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Kuvira’s steps resounded in the hallway after a while. “Are you hungry?” she asked, combing through her wet long hair to shake them dry while entering the kitchen. 

Opal was sitting on the living room couch trying to quiet down a sense of unease on the phone after the shower. The loose light clothes Kuvira gave her were incredibly soft and comfortable on the skin, wrapping her in a fresh cloud of fragrance.  
Soothing and delightfully intoxicating.

The alpha’s contracted back partially covered by the green sporty crop tee came into view when she passed near the couch to reach the silver fridge.

“Yes, but I’ll cook. You season everything too much”

“You are too delicate,” the woman stated, gazing back behind those flexed broad shoulders. A thick perfect brow arched up inquiring, spotting her gaze widening awkwardly.

Damn it, she was impossible...

“I’m not... delicate! Bolin made me try some stuff” the girl mumbled softly, caressing in distress the couch’s dull texture.
There was something strange whenever Kuvira was around. It was like an odd atmosphere engulfed her, too cryptic to be fully understood. What actually caused that was a mystery, maybe it was only her mind playing some kind of trick but sometimes it was too obvious to be just a figment of her imagination.

The alpha’s scent seemed to intensify every time she approached or simply when those fern eyes sliced the air to capture hers no matter how distant she was. It was a frightening and yet an incredibly reassuring feeling.

Kuvira has also always been an extremely interesting person. She wasn’t down to compromises. Aggressive and blunt, overprotective or completely detached.
With her thought, there was a sense of ambiguity as if Kuvira was unable to properly balance absolute coldness with affection.
The woman however, was stubborn enough to never admit it, coming out annoyingly prudent under layers of sharpness. “He cooks?” the lawyer snapped without enthusiasm.

“Well.. actually not really. Once he tried, but burned our dinner to dust. We had to go out to eat.”  Opal chuckled once getting up, placing the phone on the counter and curiously tip-toeing behind her back who still checked the fridge’s content.

“Typical.” the woman snarled before accidentally bumping into her when she turned around. Her ferns narrowed and averted while she stepped back away towards the aisle sink.

“Hey, what’s the matter with Bo?”  

The rush of water filled the kitchen while Kuvira began to wash some vegetables.

“Vee?”

The alpha sighed “Nothing.” then picked a knife from the drawer below “Surely everyone thinks you two make a perfect couple, the good guy falling for the perfect girl,“ she chopped off a carrot tip.

“Perfect girl..?” 

“—But honestly, I can’t see you falling for him. He is so nauseously predictable and it’s so clear he bores you.”

What..

“Bolin’s not boring! He is a good guy!” her reply seemed to draw her attention so she moved to face the woman from the other side of the aisle.

“Really, what else?” the alpha inquired, refocusing on cutting.

“He is.. caring, and funny” a snip.

“We already said that.”

 “He… he.. is kind.”

Kuvira groaned. 

“What’s the matter with you? Why do you keep on poking at my boyfriend? What do you want me to say?” she opened her arms in defense.

“It doesn't matter what you say about Bolin, Opal, but what you don't.”

Then she crossed them. “That’s because you don't listen” 

“I do listen. But what I can't hear is your heart beating whenever he is close.” Kuvira commented, finally holding her stare to remark that point.

Opal’s heart skipped a beat “You don’t know it”

“I do. I can feel it when you are happy, but you are not.” the knife clanged in the sink before Kuvira began to wash her tanned hands.

“I have.. butterflies in my stomach when-“

“—You know nothing about love.” 

“Why, do you?!” she shouted “Spirits, you are so arrogant! You don’t determine or control the way I feel towards him.” Could she?

In response, Kuvira took a step back from the sink and nodded looking away.
After few seconds her feral stare stabbed with its intensity, “I’ll show you what love feels like”

“W-What?” 

It all happened within seconds in which the girl’s heart calmed down until it completely ceased beating when Kuvira moved around the counter to cram her body onto hers.  
Wet scarred hands darted up to her face to pull it as her thin rough lips caught Opal unprepared in the most tumultuous kiss she ever experienced in her whole life.

The alpha’s lips mashed her yearning ones in a long, desperate press and it was warm. Extremely soft. Infinitely close. Illicitly quick.

When Kuvira’s lips in fact, moved away, Opal’s heart shattered in an overwhelming riot. 

She opened her eyes, incredulous, finding the lawyer’s glassy ones doing the same to meet and lock in the middle, gleaming intensely.  
She panted directly onto the woman’s mouth in that moment lasting a thousand years, but probably happening in a frail friction of instants before smacking their lips again. The vehemence used to reconnect in this one was painful, as painful was the departure but when their lips began to glide in a vicious dance, every problem and distress soothed in a mist. 

A moan rumbled in the depth of her throat, reverbering when their mouths barely disclosed together to deepen the connection with a shift of angulation. Her digits in the meantime began to dig into the woman’s bare shoulders, her neck, her chest, her scalp, clawing to get closer, closer… inside and Kuvira didn’t seem too displeased about it, answering by nipping her lip bottom brim to surge on it passionately. 

Another whimper. Another bite, until the slick tongue lapping hers liquefied any rational thought her brain could ever produce. There was no way out, no excuse, no other option but surrendering to Kuvira hauling her soul in another dimension and she was letting the woman do so without moving a hand but clutching harder into her, until gravity meant nothing and her body was lifted to rest on a cold surface. 

Her hands budged and rushed from the shoulders to Kuvira’s back and wet hair to pull her down with her when the need to get closer increased even wilder as the woman breathed life directly inside her lungs, opening them, lifting her chest when hers contracted until a repeated buzzing made reality too loud to be avoided. 

Tachycardia.

Shining green pools resplendent in pleasure one last time before they reflected her widening ones solidifying in horror.  
A thin line of saliva stretched as she withdrew from Kuvira’s red lips. The same lips she was kissing and pulling not even a few seconds ago; they were red because of her.  
Her heart bumped atrociously in protest. Did that really happen?

The woman’s thumb brushed her own lips dry and that contact was officially over.  
There the intensity in her stare was difficult to bear, showing the need to say out loud words Opal’s heart was probably too deaf to understand.
Yet as the mint taste of Kuvira’s kisses lingered in her mouth, she wanted to scream. To move. To do something but her whole body forced to do the exact opposite until the buzzing over the counter triggered her unconscious side to respond.

“Babyyy!! I GOT THE PART!!! I’m officially Nuktuk!! The hero of the southhhhh!” Bolin’s cheery tone shook the feverish deadpanned silence. “I’m out now, we need to celebrate! I’ll come pick you up, okay? We’ll go to the restaurant!!” He said enthusiastically and it was weird because there was really no reason to be so excited.  
What was he even saying? There was like a veil covering the meaning behind what he just let out and it was all… incredibly… muffled.

Kuvira’s stare was brutally transfixing. 

“Babe? Are you there?” 

She… just… just..

“Sugar Snap?” 

“Uh…Y-yeah, a-amazing! I'll meet you soon...” she muttered and her chin began to tremble while keeping the phone pressed against an ear even after the call was interrupted with Bo’s giggles and a beeping. 

It didn’t make any sense. 

A void cracked below her feet when she lowered from the counter. Kuvira, instead of closing that distance, stepped back. 

“I..—“ her voice broke. 

“—Go away.” the alpha sentenced, letting her fall.

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Chapter Text

Two days have passed since what happened with Kuvira and Opal was more than willing to keep avoiding her for longer.
The more time passed, the more her mind cringed in on itself. What in the Spiritworld was she thinking?! Kissing her like that while dating her boyfriend?
Wait, kissing like... what, exactly? It was just lips sliding together innocently, could that even be considered something?

Yes, it’s called cheating on Bo, my boyfriend . 

And damn it, it was anything but ‘innocent’ if Kuvira was going to not so subtly ram her over the count— No! what.. no!
It was not even that good.
Why did Kuvira have to play with her like that? She was dating Bolin! Aside from the fact that was Kuvira: the one who made her childhood hell. She was also technically her... Spirits that was disgusting... her.. stepsister?

Well, Kuvira never really was a ‘stepsister’ either, her mother wanted her around since the alpha’s parents abandoned her, but everyone hated every single moment of it, Kuvira included.
It was just Su’s stupid desire to extend her ‘perfect lovely family’ and being a role model for the whole city, as if she was the earth kingdom’s queen —okay she was Zaofu’s governor but damn it!

Thus, that little annoying girl became the flawless daughter her mother always desired, molding her to become her shadow: the prodigious gifted dancer in her ballet school and the Beifong’s most qualified heiress.
When she presented as an Alpha, her mom probably thought she won the lottery.

I didn’t even exist.

So Kuvira was basically a.. childhood friend.. maybe more a childhood enemy, considering how she stole away her mother’s love.
It wasn’t fair, but hating Kuvira faded as they grew up, more so when talking happened without jumping into one another’s lap with the urge to pull each other’s hair. 

It took long but it began when Opal accidentally overshared her wish to study physics in Republic City to Vee.
But honestly, now that she thought about it, that kiss wasn’t even the first one. 

It happened before both were presented as Alpha and Omega— when she was still a teen, on a summer vacation spent at the Ember Islands. The feeling of that chaste peck on her lips in that heated night was so persistent it never really went away.
Kuvira was the first kiss her mind always wanted to remove. So now it was like if.. it never happened and the feeling must’ve been reciprocated.

If she managed to forget once, it couldn’t be that hard to do it twice.. right?
Come on, how foolish. This still meant cheating.

There was no way she could hate herself more.
Or probably yes, because the same afternoon that day she ended up meeting Bo after quickly changing clothes at home. He brought her to a new small restaurant close to Varrick’s shooting studio which Bolin couldn’t stop blabbering about.
Actually, what he talked about the whole lunch was his part in that stupid show ignoring completely the fact that she was already lost in thoughts. But it was undoubtedly better this way. 

Thinking he could know what happened just an hour before wasn’t exactly a fantastic plan.
He should’ve been informed about it though, as soon as possible.

However, Bolin just went on with his speech, explaining what the movie plot was about: a southern water tribe hero fighting against the northern tribe invasion, causing a big civil war... or something like that.
Did he even ask what was going on? Not really, not until they were about to leave the place. 

Suddenly he seemed to finally notice something was wrong when he squeezed her in a breathless hug and peppered kisses all over her face.

”Bo.. Bo I can’t breathe!” she muttered, placing hands to his wide chest, to push him.

 “SORRY!” he unfastened the grip “It’s just..! I’m SO EXCITED! Sorry! Are you okay baby-bop??” his light green eyes sparkled.

Opal clutched into herself, staring down in distress. Unexpectedly, the heart pulses were intense enough to be felt on her lips. Her fingers dipped further on the skin. A bite.
Kuvira..

“Bo.. kiss me”

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The day she saw Kuvira again was while taking Juicy for a walk.
It was a warm afternoon and her baby bison —dog was sadly melting on the living room floor. It took like an hour to boost up his interest but eventually, he heavily followed her footsteps along the green little alleyways to catch a peanut butter treat. Juicy has always been very lazy and sluggish but he followed her no matter what since the very first day he was found.

Nonetheless, his gait was long and slow, it matched perfectly her soft and rapid one on the garden’s granite pathway leading to multiple directions.

Thereupon, the girl’s feet stopped in proximity of the dance hall back entrance, on the other side of a tranquil watercourse.
In the middle of it, a small pavilion beautifully connected the two riversides.
On that one, Kuvira stood outside the building illuminated with monumental windows. She seemed aggravated, arguing under the metal roof shadow with a woman from the dance troupe.

They were both still dressed with the crew’s green uniform and bends wrapped around their legs and arms, so maybe they were taking a break. The beta in response, instead of bursting back, bobbed her head in comprehension, causing the brown short hair to follow the movement.

It wasn’t usual to see the alpha in such distress with someone else. Exhausted and... sad… almost vulnerable.

It was then she noticed Juicy crossing the river throughout the pavilion, to reach the woman.
In a matter of seconds, he was spinning around her toned legs wiggling the huge tail with joy, then nuzzling on the alpha’s waist who scratched absently his fluffy forehead until it looked like something connected in her mind.
She lifted her head up in her direction.

Her stare found Kuvira’s in the middle of the pavilion, piercing and intense enough to command her heart to skip several beats.  
It wasn’t the usual glance. It was different, consuming and profoundly shattering, filled with many unspoken sensations. 

It was the first time Kuvira saw her after that kiss.

A gentle breeze moved some raven strands  over the alpha’s face, tangling slightly.
Nothing else existed but those fern eyes easing all that distress; softening until relaxing into hers.  
For a moment, they brought her back to the warm sensation of the lawyer’s lips molding hers.

The memory alone weakened Opal’s  knees.

In an eye blink the woman earned a sloppy lap on the knuckles from Juicy, coming back when he probably hinted that something was off because now.. even just an accidental meeting with Kuvira was too much.

As turning a corner in the tree masted pathway the girl’s legs began to move faster, aimlessly bolting as far away as possible from the alpha’s sight.
Juicy panted, running besides with his tongue out until a large courtyard expanded before the fortress metal walls protection.
That was where the weight of her actions forced her to surrender, buckling before falling on the soft lawn face down. 

Juicy let out a whine to express his tiredness caused by the brief sprint but immediately after he made his concern clear, resting his big head between his dirty adorable paws.

Please heart stop..

Why are you beating so fast?

Why.. couldn’t her mind just delete that memory?
Kuvira’s  lips pressing against hers were still so vivid.. Why, why why?!
She just wanted to stop feeling so many confusing things, the same ones that disappeared whenever Kuvira ki.. NO . Don’t even think that.

Juicy grunted, clumsily stroking her head with a paw so she pressed the right cheek on the ground to find his downturned brown eyes above the big wet sticky nose an inch close.
His presence was comforting and even if he stunk so bad, an unmistakable forest scent lingered in his fur.

Vira..

“Come here big boy..” she whispered, rolling to a side and patting her own chest in a sign, which he took too vehemently causing her to lay down on the back. An earthy laugh flew high in the air as energetically brushing with both hands his long dirty white fur.

“What should I do with this situation..uh? With.. her?” 

Juicy tilted his head on a side, obviously confused, sticking out the rosy tongue to lick his own nose, provoking the inevitable sneeze all over her face. “Juicy that’s gross” she whined between laughs “I can’t do that to her!”

Reminder to self: No more advice from Juicy.

He grumbled softly before licking clean her face only to make a mess.  
So she rubbed it dry with her shirt, pulling him once done to cuddle for a little longer. The alpha’s scent was still impressed on him, coaxing her senses while the blue sky turned into a rose cotton candy one.

“My two babies!” Bo squirmed and jumped with wide open arms on the front door when she came back home.
Bolin was finally up after his nap, bouncing around full of vitality. Who else could ever get up and actually feel rested?

“Let's get ready for tonight!” he bumped enthusiastically as she slumped on the couch confused, followed by Juicy resting his head on her thighs.

“What’s tonight?”

“You told me there’s that festival in the city, remember?” his smile grew wider “We can eat arouuuund~, watch the lanterns flyyyy~! We can buy oneeeee~” he chanted with a contagious glee, swinging left and right till his lips pressed on hers for a quick peck.

“Sure! Juicy come with us” she smiled before Bolin stroked Juicy’s fur, faking disapproval. 

“Ouch, this big bison?”

She covered Juicy’s ears and scoffed. “Hey! Not in front of my baby” 

With a clumsy move he brought up his hands in excuse, until she grasped them to force him lower down. “Bo, kiss me again but.. harder”

He squatted and frowned as his eyes widened “wh-what do you mean harder?”

Embarrassment filled her chest. What the heck did you just ask?! Oh, that was so pathetic.
What did you expect?

“Uh I…. I dunno..” she mumbled bashfully but before retreating, something inside urged her to fight back instead, turning the feeble hold on his arm into a grip again and pulling with decisiveness to bring the boy's pale face closer,  closer enough to kiss him.

When their lips smacked hard together, their teeth did too at the sudden movement.  
He bumped her nose when she tried to incline her head but as finding the right position, a long kiss actually started. 

Opal squeezed closed her eyes, pressing the bottom lip on his upper ones which made Bolin grouse unexpectedly, inducing him to glide it gently to fondle hers in response. His big hands cupped her face to deepen the contact, caressing her lips until the boy slowly slid away.

Despite some moments of distraction, the omega tried to keep her eyes close, attempting to savor and analyze every sensation that contact provoked. Did her heart beat faster? Did her hands shake? Was she breathless?

“Woah babe..” Bo said before covering his mouth and blushing.

Was that something?

。

A sense of confusion assailed to curl up in the girl’s chest and stay as the night evolved fast.

As promised, she and Bolin headed to the festival celebrated along the city streets where her brothers used to bring her every single summer when they were younger, zigzagging throughout food stalls adorned with green luscious drapes and string lights, but this year, their absence was awfully present, filling every space with melancholy.

Even if tormented by all those feelings, the atmosphere at the festival was simply engaging. Once entering the large bright streets under a navy blue sky, a wave of giggling children playing around with swelled rosy cheeks welcomed. Laughter and music of all kinds accompanied every step among the stalls over which precious stones, handmade metal jewels and omnifarious incenses were displayed.

The most delicious exquisites were then served on every table approaching the end, releasing a mouthwatering smell all over the place. The air enriched with chatting people eating, drinking and having a good time under the bright warm lights has always been dazzling sweet.

A certain stall abundant with cabbage cookies, egg custard tarts and wagashi desserts in particular, made Bolin’s eyes sparkle with joy. After trying every single kind of delicacy, some matcha cookies stole Opal’s attention.

The soft rounded green tea dough brought her back immediately to a far afternoon of her childhood and those fern eyes, glassed with tears, made her heart quiver once again before Bolin began to swell her cheeks with some mochi ice cream. 

The mango flavor icily exploded on her taste buds so she raised a thumb up in approval. Her boyfriend grinned and grabbed her to pursue their walk till reaching the show at the end of the street.

There were no lightning lanterns that year, but colorful fireworks sprinkling in the sky which made her hurry to cover Juicy’s ears at the loud shots.

At home, she tumbled on the bed as soon as stepping in the bedroom where after a while, the guy started to kiss her to resume that previous try, turning it into something more demanding, in a silent request. 

The elation built during the festival, although, was rapidly substituted by insecurity as the kiss led to a shy make out; the scent of fresh citrus and green apples invaded her senses when the guy wrapped his arms around her but when his hand warmed her hip, a thought pushed Opal to dare more.

Her hand then moved to remove the space left till his crotch below the pajamas shorts hardened. Opal’s heart bumped when the beta gasped in the dark at the touch, hiding his face between her neck and shoulder where his heaving scorched. 

“Babe..”

Forget about that kiss.. forget about Kuvira. Don’t cry. It will work..

it will..

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“Aren’t you going to punish her, mom?”

“We have to cut her some slack, Honey. Your sister’s been through a lot”

“She is NOT my sister“ the kid shouted “she is a stray dog nobody ever wanted. Not even her real parents”

.

.

.

Run and do what you are good at: ruin everything. Spirits, I hated being here.
Who were these people after all? Strangers.
This was the truth: my parents left me to strangers.
I hated them, they were just cowards for leaving me here alone. But it’s fine, I don’t need them. I don’t need anybody.
Not even these strangers with their stupid traditions, stupid clothes and stupid behavior. They acted as if they were loving, caring and understanding but the truth is they are just like my parents, if not worse.
And there are... so many of them.
How could so many people live together and have the same mom?

At least back home I had things I could call mine, but here? Here if I breathed it was too much for Opal, the house spoiled brat; and if it wasn’t enough, my “new mom” Su wanted us to share a room and play with toys together. Heck, no.
For what though? They weren’t my family, Su wasn’t my mother nor Opal my sister, thanks the Spirits.  
Who does she think she is anyway?
Since we couldn’t play together — because if we did, she always ended up crying — Su gave us turns and it was my turn to play but Opal as always, took more time from mine so it wasn’t really fair to blame me, was it? She caused it.

So the doll house had to be destroyed to bring back peace.
It was for the best and it wasn’t so hard to understand. But no!

«Mommy, Kuvira is mean!»

Since the first very day being here, Opal has been my nemesis more than anyone else has ever been. Shouting daily «Don’t do that» ; «don’t touch» ; «this is mine» ; and her favorite line: «I’m the favorite» .
Who wanted to be the favorite in that cage anyway? I just wanted to be left alone.
Free, running until my lungs couldn’t bear it anymore, reaching the end of that stupid garden where everything smelled good, even the fresh air and the grass that caressed my skin like a soft bed. Pushing myself so far away from those gardens was new so it wasn't long before stepping into an unknown place.  
There, a large space expanded, surrounded from afar by a dense row of tall trees and in the center, a big building towered, cooling the warm heavy air underneath the shadow.

Was that a… house? Who could ever live in such a big place in the middle of nowhere? It was odd because it also looked like.. a flower?
Somehow it was clear there was nobody inside and it was actually a good spot to avoid the steamy sun rays and rest for a bit, on this strange terrace.

While panting and staining my shirt with sweat, my belly groaned in protest.  
Being angry made me.. hungry, more so during break time but now wasn’t the right moment to think about it.
My head was full and heavy, so it fell on top of my knees after folding legs and wrapping them with shaking arms. I just wanted to not think so much.

Feeling stuff is for stupid and weak people and surely, I am neither.
Suyin was always kind and gentle with me like her husband Baatar, who scared me sometimes but he was mostly quiet and helpful. Between the two though, Su is most likely the one searching for me right now since Baatar Sr. is always busy.
But if they don’t like me, where else could I go if they’ll trash me like my parents did?

Will there be another family or would they leave me on the street? And if there’s another family, would they like me? Would they have other kids that actually want to spend time with me?
Nobody else really cared for me here, much less that spoiled pain in the butt with her noisy mouth. Her brothers were obviously forced to talk to me but it was different with them; they were nice and kinder than Opal —even those little troublemaker toddler twins— and never pretended to be something they were not with me.

I didn’t have to share the bedroom with them after all but with their sister, and she.. damn she was annoying even in her sleep!
Opal danced and danced all the time. She is the worst! That little skunk doesn’t know what staying still means, jumping on my bed whenever she wants while my mind tries to stay focused on studying; spinning around like a throttle and throwing plushies at me to mess up my perfectly placed things on the desk every - single - time. When she introduced everyone, Su said her daughter was the sun but for me Opal was like an earthquake. No wait, she was too tiny and frail to do that; she was like the wind: an annoying continuous breath of air screwing up everything under her touch.
And her stupid laugh oh.. that stupid laugh made my brain hurt each time!

If a turn off button existed to shut her off like a radio it would’ve been a miracle. Maybe I should check her nape? Just kidding.. but hey! It would have been probably - at the very least - bearable to live with that noisy bug.
I definitely need to check her nape.

It was so frustrating and the worst was that the more time passed, the more the pit in my stomach growled. MMaybe it was time to search for some fruits and berries around..

Maybe..

The early noon harsh sun softened into a milder gentler one as the quiet afternoon fled by thought after thought. Now breathing was a bit easier in the lighter air but still nobody was searching for me and that didn’t seem to change. My chin trembled in reflex.

«She is a stray dog nobody ever wanted»

No, I don’t need anyone to find me.

“Hey..” a soft voice called after a few little steps. I didn’t even notice someone coming…  
My head snapped up to give that voice a face. A face that could’ve belonged to literally anyone but not even my imagination could’ve thought it belongs to Opal Beifong. But yet..

“Go away.” I snarled, squeezing my legs tighter. She shouldn’t have seen me in this way... she was mean.

“Hey no, wait..” she ran to get closer.

“What do you want?” her posture stiffened and then slowly relaxed like if she was shocked by my rage.

 “I.. mom is worried”

“Is that why you came after me? Because she is worried?” I mocked narrowing my eyes to meet her bright big ones under that little perfect bang.

If something was clear since starting to live with the Beifongs, it was that Su knew how to make people do what she wanted.
She commanded everyone.
The second most important thing to know was that Opal, of course, was mommy’s little sunshine.
Nobody could’ve blamed her because, unlike me, she was annoyingly defenseless especially when it came to her mom. Not to mention she is younger, but no matter her age, Opal knew how to easily get by even with her mom. She wasn’t a pain in the butt for nothing. Hundred percent proved.

“No..” she blushed, “you should know me better. I came to give you this..” trembling, Opal showed the hand hidden behind her back, holding in the tiny puffy fist a yellow folded napkin that smelled like something freshly baked.

If I didn’t know that little brat, it almost seems like she’s nervous.
What did she plan?? Why is she acting like this? This was so unusual coming from her…

“What’s this?” I inspected the rounded napkin as she got closer to sit right in front of me. “Hey, not so close.” but Opal didn’t move an inch away once her butt touched the ground, looking at me annoyingly with those brilliant green eyes.
My nostrils flared open at the angry exhale.
Then that little monster did something unexpectedly wicked…

She smiled “.. i made these..”

“Whatever it is, I don't want it. You want to poison me.” the accusation made Opal’s cheeks turn even redder.

I knew it!

“I... n-no! Just try them!” she mumbled sheepishly. A new feeling seemed to wrap her entirely. What was that and why was it so strange?

Maybe she was right earlier by saying nobody wanted me. Who was so stupid to be friends with a wreck anyway? I rested my forehead over my knees again. If I avoided her, she would get tired and leave. If my eyes stayed closed she didn’t exist and I wasn’t such a disappointment anymore.  
A disappointment my parents abandoned.

But then, while checking if she was still there, Opal poked under my left eye with a finger.

“What are you doing?!” I withdrew, furrowing my eyebrows when she gave me a small side smile. That little touch made my heart thud hard inside.

“I’m pushing the happy button” the gremlin now smiled wider, tilting her head to the side where short hair strands covered her red cheek.
Did she call my beauty mark a happy button? Wait, why would she want to see me smile? No, she doesn’t want that. She just wants to make fun of me and if she thinks my beauty mark is a happy button maybe it's because the ‘turn off’ one in her nape actually exists!

“This is not a button!” I grunted when she poked it again and again.  
She laughed, retracting the hand and it seemed to follow my stare when it darted on the gray surroundings. 

“Listen.. i.. i made these cookies for y-you,” she dwindled into herself at the confession “I know they are your favorite and i added something extra.”

“Poison?” I questioned instantly when the gremlin opened the yellow napkin on the floor between us, exposing the round high green cookies. These looked weird, smelling too good to be made by her dirty hands and seemed incredibly soft and tasty, but maybe it was only the pit in my stomach talking.

We stayed quiet for a few, both watching a thin steamy line coming from the hot cookies.
Nobody touched them, but our staring met in the middle while folding our bodies in defensive balls respectively.
Did she really make them for me? Why?
Why was she there being gentle after what she said about me?

“Vira..” she mumbled looking into my eyes.
Nobody ever gave me a nickname.. or really called me any other name aside.. well, stray dog; so when Opal said that, it wasn’t expected.. 

“What..?”

She flushed and looked down, “I’m s-sorry.. for earlier...” Opal whispered, holding herself tighter “I'm sorry I said those mean things.. I was angry because.. I'm not used to sharing things, not even with my brothers.. and you are..”

“—Not a part of the family, yeah. You made it clear. Plus, you are only saying this because Su told you to.” 

Opal’s expression tightened. “No, I mean, mom helped me understand, she also helped me do these. It was my idea to come search for you.”

“To please your mommy?”

The little dwarf’s forehead curled again but  then took a cookie from the napkin, extending it toward me “Can you please try them at least..?” now, much closer, its smell became intense, calling to be eaten.

A noisy gulp hurt my empty belly “What’s this white thing?” I pointed to those little dots staining the green.

“The extra!” Opal jumped before watching me finally bringing the poisonous craft to my mouth. The melting thick matcha dough was amazing, though, maybe a bit raw with a floury aftertaste, but maybe that was what made it actually delicious.  
Nobody made them this way and the little white things tasted like sweet chocolate, tempting me to eat a second cookie to hide my smile at her silly giggling.

“You like it??” she asked, trying to catch a cookie before I could snatch it from her grasp.

“Hey! don’t be greedy! Give me some!” she squealed, stealing the new one hanging out my mouth as a chuckle opened it.

“You are a pain in the butt!”

“I’ll tell mom!”

Annoying brat… “Don’t you dare, you called me greedy!” I shouted.

The gremlin then, instead of stealing another cookie from me, tugging hard at a strand of hair falling on my face.  “HEY!”

She stuck out her greenish tongue in mock until I jumped toward her to start a tickle battle, rolling on the floor and laughing loudly while fighting for the last cookie left.
Opal’s weakest spots were hips and neck, so when my fingers tickled mercilessly there she clacked, twitched and jerked up against me, trying to reach the back of my knees: MY weak spots!

I tried to fold my legs fast but that little skunk was faster, trying to sneak under me — making me burst loudly —crawling back to catch the napkin.
Hands wandered quick to grab her again, but even if she was pinned down again, the rim of the cookie was between her teeth, smiling in mock.

A grumble of disappointment roared inside my throat, knowing that one last try to steal or break the cookie, the brat would’ve surely cried. So I let her have it, raising from her body before she tugged me back down.

My eyebrows arched in confusion.

“Peace..?” the little brat smiled with bright light green eyes staring full of expectation.
Breathing heavily felt bitter now to admit defeat. “Peace” I mumbled with my heartbeat feistying inside the throat.  
And then, with that said, Opal cut the soft fudgy dough in half, shoving half in my mouth while she chewed the other half.  
My cheeks burned as the sweet soft taste exploded on my tongue once again.  
Then a smile swelled my cheeks up.

Losing wasn’t always that bad, after all.

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Opal’s heart pumped hard as her legs burned at the aimless race in the late night. 

Simply inhaling and exhaling wasn’t enough to calm her down nor stop tears from falling desperately. What was she thinking? Why did she feel so miserable?

The right thing seemed suddenly the wrongest; the more efforts were put into being a better girlfriend or perhaps just a better person, the worse it was.
Still, touching Bolin like that was unusual and.. overwhelming.

This is what she wanted, right? To feel something with him, to be stunningly pervaded by sensations until they quaked her core till madness, but no!
No .. that stupid kiss with Kuvira ruined everything, only leaving a terrible anger.
Maybe that was why tears fell down her face now, maybe it wasn’t caused because she was scared to be intimate with Bolin.

Bo didn’t touch her and even if he proposed, her will was respected.
It was just.. weird.. as his hold simply tightened while her shaky hand stroked his covered length; his panting filled the room soon after till the pajama shorts were stained with release. Then he shuddered before falling asleep but she was the one trembling inside with fear, with regret.. guilt.

The oversensitivity that situation triggered was scary and unsettling but as distance got between her and her dome, the knot inside her stomach began to untangle.  
Now while running, air caressed the girl’s short hair back, her skin, her soul and for a moment it felt better to be outside, to be free and not think and be numb for a few minutes.

Even if trying, it wasn’t possible to get lost in Zaofu. Every street was connected to another one that led somewhere else familiar but that place opening in front of her was one of the rarest abandoned in the whole city. 

Purposely isolated, away from the city lights, the lotus flower building was born as the first planetarium in the Earth-Kingdom.
The project was sustained by every city of the empire as a symbol of unity, but aside Zaofu and some other few towns, funds have never been delivered, forcing works to stop before the end.

Inside, the majority of the construction was done, but it was desolating empty.
The accuracy of every single detail put in the architectural structure, though, was to cherish. Small glass chambers progressed in a spiral, hinting at an interesting itinerary planned from start to end with the large main room on the upper floor.
Wide continuous windows enveloped the whole perimeter like a tape so that the outside was visible from the main hall from each angulation. Up there also, a glass dome opened the ceiling, externally hidden by the metal lotus ‘petals’ in the morning, made to be disclosed at night to show the sky.

Kuvira used to bring her there often when they were little, she used to hide there whenever they argued but as growing up, Kuvira used to drag her there, away from everyone’s sight to give her lessons to pass the college tests against her parents' will.
But the more they used to go there, the stronger was the attachment to that building till it became a favorite secret place; like a second house.

In sign of gratitude, in the main room there was a telescope Opal bought for Kuvira before leaving, placed on top of the raised central platform under the wide transparent ceiling.
Now, sneaking inside the dark entryway after such a long time felt like every problem vanished behind the door. So many fond memories enriched that den and its secretiveness, filled it with much more preciousness.

There, that night, the alpha’s presence sitting right next to the telescope in a bed of soft quilts, made Opal’s heart ache.  
In all those years the woman grew up learning how noiseless her pace could get as her mind  did with her calculated steadier one.  
Even if she had been quiet then, her footsteps were immediately detected in the silent hall.

Fern eyes in fact, darted to stare in her direction.

Spirits ..

“S-sorry..” the timid mumble echoed in the empty space and unease resumed crawling inside her.

“Not done avoiding me, yet?” the lawyer taunted gravely, inducing her to take a step back, too sensitive to face her presence.

 “I was leaving”

“You just arrived, Opal. You don’t have to go” she stood up on top of the platform straightening her posture. Tall and fierce she towered like a goddess under the moonlight, placing a foot after the other leisurely and authoritatively, coming down the few stairs.  
The gloomy place was completely overwhelmed by her strong amber scent. Spellbinding and captivating, to the point Opal’s brain couldn’t formulate a plausible excuse but stuttering awkwardly.

“You couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn't you?” the woman kept lowly, now a few inches closer, yanking air out her lungs away.  
The sole mention of that kiss was enough to burn the girl’s synapses.

“Kuvira..” she pleaded, closing her eyes in distress. It was too much in one night.

“Say it. I know you d—“

 “—It was a mistake!” her shout echoed in the hall.

The alpha’s gaze poked straight inside hers to cut it open, as if splitting her eyes could show the truth she was waiting for.  
How was it possible, anyway?  
Yes, Kuvira always wanted everything at once but her heart couldn’t even determine if Bolin’s mere presence set her on fire enough.

“You know it wasn’t.”

“I-it it was.. i’m dating Bolin” the omega whispered while receding when the alpha began to advance.

“Yes, because you are happy and in love with your boyfriend, aren’t you?” Kuvira’s thin lips pursed and stretched hypnotically around each word and an impel to savor them again assailed dangerously when the woman took another step with caution, marking the rhythm of an odd slow dance.  
Then she smirked faintly and narrowed her darkening ferns, “You are trying so hard” 

A shiver trickled down Opal’s nape.  
Did she know how all of this affected her?
Could she smell what she did earlier with Bolin? Could she really see it or just what she wanted? Come on, of course she can smell it…

“Stop it” she placed a hand on the alpha’s chest as if to block her striding since physically restraining those implications weren’t an option. Kuvira glanced down on that touch before resuming to hold her stare. 

A big scarred hand then warmly pushed the back of her tiny one to deepen the contact “I will when you stop bullshitting”

The alpha’s heartbeat below her palm was soothingly firm, snatching a gasp away from her lungs while her limbs trembled in warning at that warmth.. I can’t…
“I knew I shouldn’t have come here..” she breathed out quickly, withdrawing to turn around and leave even though Kuvira’s hand was quicker, grabbing her from the wrist.

 “Look into my eyes and tell me it was a mistake.” the woman’s command brushed along Opal’s nape followed by her low calm breathing. Even if spelled calmly however, it remained a serious demand craving its answer.
The lawyer enclosed those kinds of contradictions perfectly in the end, filled with passive aggressive arrogance to the brim, even when she tried to show otherwise.
But Kuvira knew what she wanted and so did she.

A challenge sparkled in the alpha’s gaze once the omega eventually turned her head, lingering into that connection for long, as her chest raised and lowered with trepidation. And although Kuvira’s hold wasn’t forceful, her fist around her wrist burned viciously.
And she.. oh, she was so close it was knackering as she tried so hard to stay focused on the answer to give, and that... yes.

That was all a mistake.

Opal opened her mouth yet her tongue sunk down, too heavy, too still. She closed and opened it several times without success until  gathering all the willpower to quit was the only option left.

“I have to go” 

If possible, Kuvira’s eyes increased their intensity until layer after layer, it felt to be stripped bare by them.

“Prove it was something you didn’t want. Prove it and I'll let you go.” the woman offered one last time, lowering her voice even more, fueling a spark inside her into a fire.

No, we have to stop it..

She had to get away from there or… or those hands.. those eyes, that scent, her voice….
Being so close was already enough to provoke a churning inside her lower abdomen— no… everything about Kuvira would have drawn her into madness if nothing ripped them apart. So she jolted out of Kuvira’s hold.

The power of that move, per se, wasn’t enough to be released but it was to drag the woman’s body terribly, unexpectedly closer.
The sexual tension then grew exponentially to the exasperated point it couldn’t be ignored even if trying.  
Kuvira’s lips parted slightly. Her breath was brushing on her face under narrowed petrol green stones shining in the pitch bl—

Her lips sunk into the alpha’s warm ones.  
Time ceased to exist and it didn’t even matter because nothing at that point could drive her out of her own mind than that contact: the sensation of those thin lips caressing each second with more and more onrush; the taste of her wet tongue slowly swirling around hers to oblivion.
It was blissful until Kuvira’s sharp teeth closed around her bottom lip to nip at it, extrapolating from the girl’s throat the most indecent noises ever uttered. 

Everything she tried to get with Bolin —even with the most heated make out— was exactly what she was achieving with this single kiss with Kuvira. The yearn this simple one with her triggered was untamed and unbearably shocking. 

Scarred hands cupped her head against hers to crush them together, with the same impel she used to grab the woman’s smooth face.
It was like breathing, like her lungs could finally swell open again after so, so long when it only has been literally two days since the last time.

With a short launch, she was boosted up to cling onto the lawyer’s broad shoulders who let her legs tangle around her toned waist.
Her arms wrapped around the alpha’s neck in response, grasping into her for dear life while digits dug into her hips. Her love handles.

 “Vira..” she breathed between her lips and the woman pressed them hard onto hers, molding in a perfect seal like if she wanted to impress every slight vibration of her voice in her being. Then with rapid strides, Kuvira reached the central platform stairs, slowly lowering on them in the midway. Yet the woman never really let her lay on the stairs, only settled her on her lap when she kneeled down.
Briefly, her kisses began to wander all over her cheeks, jaw, lobe, then down the neck where she buried her face.

At the sensation of those lips sucking and blowing her skin upon the gland scent, Opal’s hands darted to clasp and curl on silky raven hair, argan scented and soft. She squeezed the alpha’s hips with her thighs to keep her closer, closer until something hard nudged against her core.
Her head, suddenly heavy, fell back as pleasure sparkled in thunders through her body at the unexpected reaction. 

Kuvira was hard.. because of her?

Her heart rate grew incredibly high as her bundle of nerves pulsed until a drop of bliss trickled out to wet her panties.
With an impetuous move Kuvira’s crotch collided with hers again, then again and again before actually brushing together with unbearable exigence in long feverish strokes. 

“Yes, yes more” she begged in the alpha’s ear with her breath growing ragged.

She was lowered till her back rested on the pile of quilts Kuvira had already settled around the telescope. Perhaps she didn’t even imagine something like that would happen that night; perhaps the woman came there for the same reason she did: to escape and hide from the pain of that reality and hide in that place where time and space never existed.  
It felt like home to be there with her, to be hers even just for a night. In that one in particular, where the milky way was almost visible with bare eyes from the uncovered dome.  
At the sight of so many stars flickering from a distance and brightening the dark sky, surrounding Kuvira’s gleaming eyes beneath, an urge to cry possessed Opal.  
Her hands cradled through the alpha’s raven hair —smooth like water— trying to caress each loose strand falling down her face and sniveled.

Kuvira lowered, slowly kissing away those tears warmly rolling down her temples. Then clasped her in her arms, breathing soundly her shampoo or perhaps her scent in. 

Yes.. yes, yes. Keep me with you.

She sniveled again. She wanted to whisper it in loop with her mouth attached to the lawyer’s lobe before a moan was actually snatched out of her chest when Kuvira began to grind onto her once again, this time in long, slow strokes like sea waves lapping the shore.

The alpha’s sex seemed to harden each second more, stiffening like marble against her twitching core, beneath the shorts fabric. Scarred hands in the meantime gripped, massaging and sinking deeper below her pajama shirt, reaching her back dimples before being pulled closer for another thrust.

“Opal..” the woman growled into her earshell and her tone was so low it triggered a load of shivers to waterfall down her spine; another thick flood between her trembling thighs; a moan. 

“Vira..” she clutched the woman’s shirt into fistfuls before burying her face in the alpha’s neck, nuzzling her gland scent.  
Her wet eyes barely closed. Kuvira’s smell there, combined with all that pleasure, was delightfully overwhelming.

So instinct urged her to press her lips on the musky scent coated skin while the alpha’s hand moved around the shorts waistband, reaching the front. There, long fingers sneaked below the fabric, sliding lower till finding the pool staining her underwear and through it, a digit pressed between her covered folds and then above, to rub the little bundle of nerves directly. 

Dazed with desire, she was forced to stop sucking on the woman’s gland to pant out against it.
Those moans Kuvira was able to steal with that simple touch, rebounding loudly in the huge hall, were extremely embarrassing if it weren’t for the fact that the alpha didn’t seem to mind them but actually, enjoying.
Kuvira, on the other hand, was infinitely quieter. So quiet, it was difficult to focus on it but, whenever her breath slightly shifted, her clit twitched harder beneath the lawyer’s digits.  
Her hips jumped but this time Kuvira’s hand was on the way, preventing that vicious contact like before and a certain urge tickled her curiosity, then her hand. So as the woman kept on drawing slow circles around her most sensitive spot, Opal released the grip on the lawyer’s shirt to wander around her sculpted shoulder before lowering on her chest, her waist, until a bulge constrained beneath tight pants began to throb for attention onto her  palm. Her wrist began to tremble.

The alpha growled again yet withdrew. 

Full of concern, she tried to find the cause of it in the woman’s eyes, whose pupils were so dilated they threatened to swallow the irises’ green entirely, turning into black voids.  
Opal’s tongue dried in her mouth.
Kuvira hesitated, seemingly to consider something before removing the distance she just created to place her forehead against her bang. 

Kuvira’s eyes there fixated even deeper into her soul. Gleaming. 

At that point Opal’s heartbeat bumped so hard it pulsed against her parted lips, her whole hand, catching on fire when it actually moved on its own jurisdiction, already free to brush along the bulge’s line and there was so much to caress and touch she couldn’t stop her own mouth from dropping when Kuvira’s face contracted, until the erection’—-

“—Opal..” Kuvira’s low voice rumbled directly into her heart. 

Her face ablazed. “S..sorry, I..”

“Don’t. I want this but if you touch me..” she wet her lips and the hand previously caressing through her panties disappeared to hover over her shaky one cupping her hardness.

“I have to warn you, I won't stop anymore, you’ll be mine. Do you understand?”

“I.. I..” 

“I need to ask you if you want it too, Opal.” her ferns darted back and forth from one irises to the other. “If you don’t, we can stop now or whenever you wish and you can go back to your boyfriend pretending nothing ever happened.” 

I… Bolin… she’s right, there’s… there’s Bolin. I left him in my bed alone and I'm here… I’m here with her… “what am I doing?” she covered her mouth, then her eyes, her head. “I let you kiss me, again.. touch me..” she sat up and Kuvira let her, moving to a side with an indecipherable expression. “What was I even thinking?!”

I wasn’t thinking, that was the problem. The fact that Kuvira had this power to make everything else outside disappear was a bliss as much as a curse.  
What kind of person was she, letting Kuvira kiss her and touch what she had denied to her own boyfriend not even a few hours ago? Was it even fair to call him that, now? Would he even look her in the face if he only knew? He has to know, it was the least she could do for him. 

I have to go to him, I need to explain what happened and apologize. She stood up, yes, he had to kno—

—a hand grasped hers and she yanked it off as if that contact now could scorch her skin alive.

“No! Don’t!” her voice echoed in the hall.  
She stepped back before Kuvira could reach out again. If she did, there was no reliability her body could resist anymore to hers, this time.  
So Opal averted that stare before it could drag her back into madness and ran. She went away from that planetarium and ran until her legs began to burn, until something hot lined down her cheeks and it flared so harshly they felt like two open wounds. She ran and for once, got lost in the same place she knew better than anything else. She looked around but nothing from those surroundings were clear, it was all blurred and messed up in stains of darkness until the realization that she was crying made her stop mid tracks. 

Once still, her legs in mock —running out of adrenaline— soon collapsed. Her knees hit the ground and it hurt yet it didn’t sting as much as the pain throbbing in her chest or the summer chill air wrapping her flesh after being kept warm and trembling for someone’s touch who wasn’t her boyfriend’s.  
Who did she try to fool? She fucked up, that was the truth; yet, out of every way she could possibly fuck up, cheating had never been even a possibility to her. Not even in the slightest; not even in the back of her mind, and then…

Her lungs spasmed. And then Kuvira appeared to unravel everything.
She tried to keep herself up, placing both hands to the raw ground but the moment tears rained on the knuckles Kuvira caressed, it made her hands pulse, curling into fists as she sat back till the sky opened up above.

The sight was enough to throw her back to a few moments ago, when below that breathtaking view, Kuvira’s eyes shone beneath as well.  
Her heart skipped several beats.
She bursted into a weep so overwhelming it came out silently, not a sigh, not a breath, nonetheless her mouth was gaping once realizing something fundamental.

I can’t tell Bolin.

。

Opal had no idea where her body found the energy to get up from the ground and come back home but somehow, it made it by inertia.  
When the main door of her apartment cracked open, the clock on the kitchen countertop signed 4:39 am.  
A shiver traveled down her nape; her dome was quiet aside for the early birds chirping outside and Bolin’s snoring coming from her room. Going back to bed though, wasn’t an option, not only because it felt wrong to lay beside him now, but also because her body was still on fire. 

She needed a shower at least, something that could wash away the dirt and sinful sensations off of her flesh, her mind.
The shower door slid open with a slight whooshing before the first drops hit the ceramic beneath her feet.  
The girl got closer and stood there, letting lukewarm water fall on her face, her cheeks, her lips, those same lips she was now brushing with a digit… kissed and bitten by the wrong person, in the wrong moment and even though she closed her eyes, the alpha’s touch was still haunting her skin all in the right ways. Each caress, each lap and peck blazed like fire pits on each spot the lawyer worshiped and at the thought, the sensitivity between her thighs still twitched to be roused by those same rough fingers, that slow grind. 

She grasped her own shoulders and sighed, letting her hair get soaked, pouring down in cascades.  
There must've been something wrong; it wasn’t clear if it was with her or with whatever Kuvira did to her. Her body was screaming and she had no clue how to soothe it. 

It needed some kind of release from all that build up. Kuvira had aroused her in ways that seemed to be almost illicit to feel; perhaps people were never supposed to be so overwhelmed or destabilized by such sensations but she did.  
Was it because she was an omega reacting to a yearning alpha? Yet Kuvira wasn’t in a rut, neither was she in heat. 

What in the Spiritworld was happening, then?  
It felt as if the longer her body was prived of the woman’s attention, the harder and harsher it rebelled.  
Opal dug her nails into her skin. The need to rip it apart was almost unbearable. She had to do something, anything.  
She bit her lip and sneaked a hand between her thighs, perhaps that would’ve helped and maybe if her mind could stay focused on the way Kuvira viciously massaged her there not even an hour before, she’d find a way to trick her need and quell it for a while. 

Her forehead pressed onto the wet tile. The water rushing in the first hour of the day reminded of a gentle rain. If anything, that was what was able to give the omega some sort of relief. With her eyes closed she kept on caressing herself and it was okay, it was fine but since her core learned and impressed the lawyer’s distinctive graze, nothing could replace nor mimic it, not even her own. 

She sighed and gave up on the task. It was useless anyway. Maybe a release wasn’t the answer. She didn’t need to come after all, her flesh was bellowing for the alpha’s warmth, for her scent somehow still lingering in part around her neck and that was probably the only thing keeping her mind sane at the very moment. 

After wrapping herself with a towel, she stepped out of the shower, interdicted about what to do next. She still couldn’t go back to sleep with Bolin or even pretend  no matter how drained she was, but if her boyfriend didn’t find her waking up, he would’ve probably asked some questions she wasn’t confident to answer. 

She tried to shake the dampness off of her short hair with a hand while heading to the kitchen. Since they were dripping down her back and well.. all over, she’d usually bother to wrap them up or something; this time though, it didn’t matter.  
When she grabbed a glass to fill it in the sink, a slight chomping caught her attention. Juicy was munching on his kibbles in the dark. As soon as he lifted his head towards her direction though, his tail began to wiggle, hitting everything on the way to his pet and scratching. 

To hug him, it wasn’t even required to lower, yet she squatted to circle his neck and sink in his soft fur. If Juicy understood anything of her condition, he never made it apparent. She ended up curling up with him in the living room couch, still half soaked, still going back and forth with her mind until a staring pair of fern eyes quelled her exhaustion into rest.

。

A few hours after a peck was pressed on her cheek. Her eyes fought to crack open but even keeping them ajar was a war lost at the beginning. She grunted.

“You fell asleep on the couch, honey bun?” a whisper caressed her skin softly before dissolving into quietness. Then taps; rustling; clinking. 

“I gotta go now, princess.”

The door thudded close and a twitch jerked her body awake but as it did, a pang of pain flared around her neck. She nudged it with a palm and whimpered, trying to sit up. The towel was miraculously (or not) still wrapped around her —she must’ve been sleeping in the same position for the entire time— and no matter how many hours had passed, some spots hadn't even dried yet. No wonder her muscles were so sore and swallowing felt like sipping thorns.  
Perhaps that was the right punishment. She hid her face in her hands and wished to cry but it was still too early for that.
She sniveled and headed to her bedroom.

It was a mess, of course. There were still some of hers and Bolin’s luggage left to tidy up and sort out; from some opened ones scattered on the floor, clothes and objects were all balled up and all over. She sighed and looked away after picking something to wear, pretending to not see all that; it could wait two minutes more.

So she got ready to start that day, eating some granola for breakfast, brushing her teeth and washing tiredness off of her face before starting to make the bed and settle clothes in her wardrobe, mindfully creating enough space for Bolin’s stuff.  
In the meantime, her mind has been too crammed up to let a single thought roam around so she had stared blankly the whole time while her body still yearned. It shouldn’t have been normal —no, it definitely wasn’t normal to be able to still feel the woman’s touch around her hips, her fingers digging into her love handles, her kisses and bites all over her neck, the glandscent. Damn, she couldn’t stand it.

How did Kuvira even do that to her? The thought of calling Jinora to ask her about that, to understand if something like that ever happened to her with Kai — or any other omega really— was about to win over before Bolin’s text popped out on the phone screen as soon as she picked it.

«Morning doll! ❤️❤️❤️ Sorry for leaving so earlyyyyy 😭

Gotta run to my first rehearsal sessh!! 

I just got here btw!

Txt me when you get up!! ☺️😘😘😘😘»

Yeah.. No, I'm not gonna answer all that now. She tossed it on the bed and covered her face to hide away from the rest of the world or at least that sense of relentlessness. The problem was that all that came from inside, so seizing the world outside only provoked the opposite reaction. Instead of calming down then, something imploded. Urging.
She grabbed the phone and sprinted out of the room, the apartment and stalked down the granite pathway with her keys clicking in her sage pants back pocket at each step. 

Parts of her began to cool down in uncomfortable ways like her feet, her calves when they should’ve actually been warmer and it should’ve worried her but her head was still blank, working on autopilot while a brawl inside her chest resounded in every vein pulsing to each extremity. 

Without any kind of surprise, the two adjacent trees opened the view to Kuvira’s dome. Opal stopped mid tracks. She knew, she knew, she knew, damn she knew it too damn well that was a stupid move but something inside made it clear she wasn’t in charge of her own actions anymore because the Opal Beifong she thought to be, would’ve turned her heels and gone back home—no, not even! She’d be with Bolin even if she had to wait outside Varrick’s stupid shooting studio between each break. Not here, not crawling back to Kuvira of all people .

But there she was, raising a fist to knock on the perfectly polished wooden door. She stayed in apnea, widely staring at her sandals, at the harmonious line separating in branches among the different sizes of pebbles pressed into the pathway before the urge to exhale squeezed her lungs.
She knocked again, a bit louder and desperate than required; perhaps Kuvira was studying in the greenhouse that’s why she..

No.. she took in lungfuls, half trying to calm down, half with the intent to detect among the chlorophyll, stones and metals if the alpha’s forest scent could be nearby. She wasn’t.

Thousands of thoughts then beamed in her mind like shreds of a broken glass hit by the sunlight. If Kuvira wasn’t there, where was she?  
Is she still at the planetarium? Training? Went for a walk? Eating somewhere? Went for a walk while eating something with someone else? No, calm down. She may be working… no, it couldn’t be either, her mother said she gave Kuvira days off the other day. 

A sigh trembled out her throat as sitting on the ground. What am I even doing here? How pathetic… 

Her heel tapped several times. Then stopped. An ant scurried to the front of her feet, obviously scared by all that fussing and it made Opal imagine how something so simple like tapping a foot on the ground could twist such a small creature’s day.  
If messing with an ant's routine alone could trigger some sort of butterfly effect that would develop in a series of events involving other living beings on the other side of the planet just to come back to her in unforeseen ways and maybe that was why Kuvira wasn’t there. That was why she was tapping her foot.

Bzz bzz. 

She grabbed the phone out of her pants and Bolin’s name popped up again.. 

«hey babe! Varrick said we’ll probably study my part until late tonight because he wants me to learn some different scenes and wants me well focused. He said I'm already into character and can’t waste this precious opportunity. I’m super super super sorryyyy!!!! I miss you a lot but I hope you’re having a beautiful day cherry blossom!»

She rolled her eyes and texted back to his voice message. 

Fantastic. Her head collapsed on her knees.  
At least he won’t be home for a while..
The idea to call or search for Kuvira then brightened in her mind. She could show up at the dance hall or the office— and then? To say what dumbass?

Don’t be a stalker..

“What are you doing here?” 

Opal frowned and eyed above the barrier of her folded arms. The pebbles beige tones had turned into warm shades of brown but as following up the trousers neat fold ahead, the jacket perfect cut above the white buttoned shirt, she didn’t gape at the sunset’s magnificent colors blending into the terse sky but basked in the way it caressed Kuvira’s furrowed features, turning her ferns into glassed sage.  
Thin onyx strands whirled around her face and the bun the lawyer tied them in; under the light they were a rich chocolate brown, almost reddish and it was kind of a discovery because she never noticed that hue of Kuvira’s hair before.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times when the woman’s chi began to push impatiently but couldn’t let out anything. Then gulped down, “I was waiting for you..”

Kuvira held her stare until her eyes creased with something, a thought she couldn’t catch because too fast, the lawyer was already moving to the front door.

“Come in.” she nodded towards the apartment before disappearing inside. “How long have you been waiting?” her voice echoed between the walls once she actually got up to follow, tudding the door close behind. “Have you eaten anything?”

“It’s okay, I had a bit of granola for breakfast”

“It’s almost 8, Opal” Kuvira frowned once turning to check her.  
Seems like time flies by when you have nothing to do. Instead she shrugged, stretching her lips into an awkward smile until the woman kept on pacing and tidying up things around her own house as if she wasn’t even there.

Unsure how to move and overwhelmed by the amount of feelings, impulses and sensations fighting against themselves, Opal climbed on the closest stool she found when Kuvira began to unpack some food on the counter.

“Where’s your boyfriend? No fancy restaurants with him tonight?” 

She shook her head. “Where have you been?” 

“I was working on some procedures and scheduling appointments” Kuvira sighed, then pointed to the fridge “I'm making chicken skewers. I can make yours with tofu”

“It’s perfect, thank you.” she slid off the stool, “Can I help?” 

“Cut these.” the woman handed her some carrots and cucumbers, fetching cherry tomatoes, cheese and tofu from the fridge before washing her hands to undress the jacket. The whiff of amber combined with a slight sour sweat was enough to make her dizzy and thirsty all at once since the first button was unbuckled. The way Kuvira then rolled her sleeves up her elbows was hypnotic and damn, she had to stop it, she wasn’t there to jump on the alpha. Well, she had no idea why she was there but drooling at the first wave of alpha’s pheromones wasn’t a good plan. She just… needed to be close to her, at least like that, side by side while cooking dinner. As innocent as that could be.

“Didn’t mom give you free days?” she chopped a cucumber after peeling it while Kuvira prepped her chicken and shrugged. 

“Free days and working with your mother aren’t compatible in the same sentence, try again”

“But why? I mean..“

“Your mom expects and demands perfection when it comes to legal matters outside Zaofu, even more when the queen herself is involved and I’m honestly fucking tired to deal with it and Aiwei” she let the drawer glide open below her waist, took a knife and pushed it close with a thrust “He thinks he has everything under control with his plans and strategies but he is only causing me more and more stress to deal with while I’m the one actually in charge of it”

“Why don’t you tell mom?” 

“Because she trusts him even because deep down she believes he also has serious mentalist abilities since he can predict when a trade stock is safe or not” the knife tapped louder against the wooden board as the woman went on. 

“Come on,” Opal frowned, “that’s bullshit..”

“Good luck telling her that while he pretends to charge her amethysts” 

“It’s not even related” she laughed out while Kuvira picked a pan to put on the stove, adding a thread of oil and chopped garlic; “speaking of amethysts, how are your sparkly rocks?”

The lawyer’s fern eyes lit up, “I actually have something to show you..” she was so fond of those pretty stones it was almost adorable. Almost . It made the omega giggle in the most genuine way.

“Really? What is it?” she began to spear each cube of vegetables, diced tofu and chicken with long sticks Kuvira handed her, meanwhile the heating smell of oil spread around the kitchen and made her stomach burble. 

It was nice. Simple… pretending nothing really ever happened with Kuvira wasn’t something she had foreseen while coming there but it was working and it didn’t seem like such a bad idea, after all. She wondered what the lawyer was thinking about. It was most likely she would soon pester her but right now.. she was thankful to be able to spend some time together. It was making her heart sing and her closeness helped her entire body loosen up in relief. 

“Salt” she mumbled while reaching to the jar beside the stove but to take a pinch of it she grasped the countertop’s edge until a bolt of electricity shook her palm when noticing that it wasn't the surface’s marble but Kuvira’s hand. “Sorry!” Damn. She pulled away, placing her hand far but Kuvira found it again along the edge and nudged her pinky with hers. 

“No problem.”  

The girl’s pulse raced. Her stare fell on the pan where she put each skewer, sure her face was turning redder than a radish but Kuvira didn’t seem to complain or say anything else when her burning pinky, hooked up around the woman’s slender one. 

。

They ate dinner in absolute peace, talking about nothing and everything as if the day before they never humped in the planetarium. It was obvious the thought alone or just gazing at Kuvira’s hands —often crossed by bulging veins— was still able to set her core on fire but she tried to keep her thighs squeezed shut so no kind of scent would come out even if Kuvira had a very sharp sense of smell. She couldn’t help but ooze pheromones of appreciation whenever the topic of the conversation stayed in safe waters. 

Kuvira asked her about living in Republic City alone, about college, if it was difficult, if it was still enjoyable and if her absurd wish to find a way to break gravity’s laws was still so rooted in her beliefs —it was.
On the other hand, she asked the lawyer about her training, if she still practiced dancing three days a week and if she found a new spot to collect gems. In response, the woman smirked and got up, put the dishes in the dishwasher and headed to the greenhouse inviting her to follow.

Once there, Kuvira slid a drawer open below the desk and from it, pulled out a flat rectangular box under the lamp’s white LED.  
Opal’s forehead furrowed as she got so close she brushed the lawyer’s arm with her shoulder. Kuvira didn’t budge nor move, she clicked the fancy box open and with extreme delicacy removed the velvet fabric off of three stones. They were small, not bigger than her nails —and she kept them very short— yet their polished facets shimmered in a vibrant rainbow of colors, so intense they took the breath out of her lungs. 

“Vee… are these real?” she whispered with her heart hammering up her throat as if saying it out too loud could somehow automatically advertise it in a press room full of journalists. Okay, calm down.  
She eyed besides and Kuvira nodded with a pleased smirk. Her stare was reflecting each diamond’s dazzle full of pride and it was so easy to get lost in them she wasn’t sure for how long she gazed into their sparkle. 

Her lips quivered. “But… do you know what it means?”

“I do..“

“Then what are you waiting for?! This is everything you wished for! Buy a studio, Vira. Move away from here and quit this lawyer bullsh—“

“I won’t” Kuvira’s eyes darkened as falling on the box; “my duty is here, keeping the family business efficient and united.”

“No, it’s not.” she palmed the alpha’s arm and kept speaking softly “Whatever my mother imposed on you as duty isn’t as important as your—“

“It is. I don’t want to talk about it anymore” the lawyer cut, covering the diamonds with velvet and clicking the box close. The fact the lawyer put everything away so fast was painful. It felt as if Kuvira was closing up to her and putting a wall in between while she just wanted to.. hug her.  She didn’t mean to push her away. “I understand and respect that, I’m sorry but”

“Opal.. why did you come here?” the woman faced her while a scowl crossed between her brows “What do you want from me?”

The girl’s eyes widened. “What do you mean, I..”  she panted, hesitant about what to say… her chest hurt at that question. Kuvira had every reason to be mad at her… so she sighed, “I… I know, it was stupid. I shouldn’t have… I just..”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip. There wasn’t a way to answer that question properly; she still was trying to find a valid explanation herself even if she should’ve expected it coming the moment she knocked at Kuvira’s door. The fact was that her body was begging to be heard. She tried to avoid it in every way she could out of pride and shame and it only aggravated the situation because the harder her flesh burned, the stronger it drained her logic.

Like now, as Kuvira stared down at her, her heart urged her hand to wrap around the alpha’s bicep and pull it, as she rose on the ball of her feet to reach the lawyer’s lips. She kept that soft contact for an undetermined time without gliding nor fondling her mouth against the woman's; she just pressed it and let a tsunami of sensations dissolve into the thin air surrounding them like effervescence. 

She let her heels touch the floor again and Kuvira followed her to keep that kiss until it popped idly to an end. Half lidded, she gazed at those gleaming lips a few inches from hers and swallowed without success.

“I just couldn’t control myself” she lapped the warm taste Kuvira left and clutched her free hand to her chest with the wish to stop the beat pounding from inside, “as I can’t now”

“What about him?” 

Opal’s stare fell. She couldn’t do something like that to Bo, she knew it but the truth was that… this was beyond what they had at the moment. She had tried to extinguish this hurricane of blazing feelings with him but trying to quell it with Bolin was like… trying to stop an earthquake by sticking a bandaid on a rift. It must’ve been something related to her nature… she didn’t want to sound like a spoiled omega —she’d hate herself for that— but perhaps it was normal for this exact kind of hunger in particular to be fulfilled by an alpha instead of a beta.
The only thing was.. she never needed nor lusted for alpha’s attention. It only ever happened with Kuvira and it was clear the woman was aware of it. 

She must’ve felt something too.

“I don’t know if you felt it but.. last night after I went away, I felt..  so much, so much pain” her hand shook, “I understood that my body needs this, at least once… if it’s okay with you too, of course.. and then it’ll be as if it never happened, I swear.” she whispered.

“I just need you to end it” 

The woman’s hand skimmed around her neck to cup her from the chin, pushing it up and brushing her upper lip with a thumb.  
The gesture was enough to oblige her to look up. Kuvira’s eyes held hers immediately, folding her in warmth, in what could only be compared to a dream. She wasn’t asleep though, she was wide awake and if her heart could pulse any harder, it’d exploded.  
Her lip quivered.

“You are so clueless, Opal, it’s almost appalling” 

“W-what do you mean?”

“It won’t end” the alpha whispered, her narrowed eyes gleamed in emeralds inside the shadow; “It’ll only grow”

“You don’t know it.” her heart thundered.

“Yes, I do. It becomes unbearable ”

Unbearable… yes, it was indeed unbearable, overpowering to try to go against that feeling and she was already so tired even if Kuvira’s tone had something frightening in it. It seemed charged with a terrifying awareness yet this fear mixed up with excitement burned Opal’s retina when tears swelled up her eyes. 

”It is already” she uttered in a shaky whisper and there was some kind of shame in admitting it, even if it didn’t poke at her ego as devastatingly as imagined. Perhaps it was because Kuvira seemed to understand what she was talking about and didn’t make it a big deal as Bolin would have maybe done now, while a tear escaped the crystalline barrier. 

Before it could reach her cheek though, the woman pulled her face to embed it in hers. Thin lips folded her mouth in a grasp, soft and slow enough to stabilize her breathing into the alpha’s warmer one, blending together.  
Something slick then smothered in between attemptively, until her mouth parted slightly to let it pass through and meet her tongue.  
It wasn’t the first time Kuvira tongue kissed her but somehow… somehow each time with her was always a new experience, a new kind of interaction; it could be shocking or criminally quick, desperate, some other times languid and now, it could be slow. 

She cupped Kuvira’s cheek when she felt her forehead furrow on top of her bang while shifting the caresses to another inclination, perfect enough to let her whirl her tongue around the lawyer’s.  
Her heart rate began to bump at an unknown rhythm which her whimpers dotted it to a pause whenever the lawyer’s glided and kneaded her lips with a hankering growing wilder until it stopped, leaving her panting around nothing but heated breaths. 

A thread of saliva linked her mouth to Kuvira’s parted, moving one. “You didn’t tell me exactly what you want”

Opal frowned and exhaled once, twice. “I.. I want you” 

“And what do you want from me?” you know it damn well what i want. If this was another way to ask for further consent, it wasn’t exactly clear but it surely drove her out of her mind if Kuvira didn’t do something right that instant. So she moved her hand from the woman’s arm to join the other already cupping her face and drag her even closer, till the lawyer’s forehead rested above hers.  
It was so calming and yet stirring to an overbearing degree at the same exact time; almost dazing; a terrifying euphoria and a soothing delight. It was nice. It didn’t matter what was the consequence of this exact action. It’s more than nice.

She nudged softly the woman’s perfect straight nose while her breathing began to crag as she dared to give voice to what she never imagined to ask Kuvira:

“I want you to ruin me”

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Chapter Text

It all happened in a frenzy. So quick and intense she had no idea how she ended up in her underwear, pinned into Kuvira’s bed with her legs spread apart by the alpha’s weight. Perhaps the lawyer didn’t want her greenhouse to be razed down in the euphoria of the moment and couldn’t be blamed because there was no way to contain nor restrain the kind of need igniting her soul once she started nuzzling the alpha’s sheets as soon as being lowered there. 

It was marvelous and so was the alpha’s scent powerfully flaring among the wrinkles of the soft fabric.  
Damn, that was Kuvira’s den after all: where she took care of her most basic instincts, where she rested and dreamed, where she fucked and where she was also about to rail and use her in every way she desired now. A pang of pleasure punched her core at the thought while the lawyer’s hands ran softly along her folding legs and thighs. Opal locked her ankles and pushed her heels onto the woman’s firm rear to keep her closer. 

For the latter reason especially, there was the expectation for the alpha’s touch to be nothing but eager, filled with raw need and heated vigor, so when the woman actually took her time to caress as if she was the first omega she pleased —not in an inexperienced way but with boundless tenderness— it made Opal tremble. Kuvira brushed her skin attentively, skimming around her bosom as if it was the most precious thing she ever laid eyes and hands upon, even more than those diamonds brightening her gaze a few minutes before and she had honestly no idea what else could be that valuable to the woman. Not because she was a greedy person but because gems and stones were the lawyer’s passion, as beloved as it was dancing and training; a basic need.
So there she was, molding her lips slowly while her hands lowered to her waist and hips with the same regard one would have to make love to their lover. 

The idea was enough to stir up a riot in Opal’s chest.
“Vee.. please” she whimpered, placing her forehead on the alpha’s neck, breathing hard, impatiently. She earned a kiss on her cheek in response as her panties were pulled away.

A sense of embarrassment mixed with surprise hit at the amount of wetness sousing her folds now exposed to the cool air, free to dribble down on the forest scented sheets. 

Kuvira smirked as she gasped when her calloused fingers brushed over her pulsing clit and by reflex, she clasped the woman’s nape below the shirt collar when she began to be teased slowly in loose circles, gradually gaining a slight pressure.
It was unusual to feel those kinds of touches in such secret parts, so deeply intimate...

With Bolin it was mostly awkward, brushing the uncomfortable, and maybe that was the reason why things never moved further than that. But now, this was Kuvira touching her; a life long enemy making her legs shake, digging just the digits between her folds to collect her release and spread it all over her clit. 

A breath heavier than any other escaped her lungs.

This.. with her .. was so wrong it only felt right.
And she hated herself because now whines couldn’t stop bursting out her throat, muffled against the alpha’s shoulder as a finger slid inside, burning like hell.
Damn, damn, damn!

“Spirits..” she breathed out when the alpha pulled her middle finger out a few inches before trying to get in again with a slow thrust. Her internal muscles tightened to squeeze around it, learning each curve and fold as Kuvira curled it to hit a sensitive spot inside.

Hips buckled onto her hand instantly “Ah...!”

“Does it hurt?”the woman husked against her lobe when she sobbed and yet Opal shook her head. It wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t exactly hurtful, it was just a different sensation when it was someone else doing it for her. She just… needed more and thankfully the alpha did exactly as she wished, repeating the same motion to build a pace, turning that feeling into real pleasure as her sex adjusted to another finger, provoking the wettest noises along her loudest whimpers.

“Oh my.. p-please, don’t stop“ she brushed the wail into Kuvira’s shoulder the same way her digits caressed her upper walls, crawling deeper. Right where a fire inflamed her core.
The woman trailed kisses over her temple to the cheek until hinting at the need to seal her mouth currently plastered on her salty skin. Once she noted that and turned for her, Kuvira’s lips met hers to catch them in a demanding, almost desperate kiss while her palm heated her clit, stroking and then smacking on it while the rhythm increased with each thrust. 

Wails thus grew into moans inside the alpha’s mouth when her tongue lavished hers to wrap and swirl around it in dazing passion until losing the ability to hold herself and drool.  
If her mind could still work properly, she knew she’d be so ashamed of that in particular because this… melting, turning into mush and drooling like the protagonist of her favorite smutty books never really crossed a possibility in real life. Reading about fictional characters being fucked into blabbering messes didn’t seem exactly plausible until Kuvira was the one actually kissing her; then everything made sense and was possible.

Her walls clenched hard in agreement around the alpha’s long curled fingers pumping deliciously, already anticipating what it would feel like to be stretched further by something bigger and that thought combined with all that fingering was about to bring her to the verge of a blasting release so she tried to mumble it before the speed unfortunately decreased to a stop.

“Wait.. no” but the lawyer slid out her fingers. “Kuvira, please,” she cupped the woman’s face with both hands “I need it so bad, please! I need you to take me, be inside me however you can.. I’m ready”. She was aware that whispering her begging like that was ridiculous and inappropriate but if only Kuvira could understand just a whit of the void thrumming into her core to be filled, she’d be already pounding her brainle—

With a single hand Kuvira snatched both her wrists away to pin them above her head.
A frown wrinkled the omega’s forehead.

“Open your mouth” she obeyed when the alpha grabbed her from the chin with her free hand. “Are you aware of what you are begging for?” lust darkened her narrowing stare the same way it did with her low husked voice “You have to be careful with what you’re asking for, do you understand?” 

A pang of pleasure waved into her core intensely enough to make her dig teeth into her own bottom lip to muffle a moan but also… she was unsure about what to—

“I said open your mouth, Opal.” digits pinched into both her cheeks until her lips were forced to part “now answer me: did you understand, yes or no?” 

Her heart hammered. A fire was blazing her face and she couldn’t help but nod frantically, unable to do anything else in that condition even because, in all honesty, her brain forgot how to work decently once her back hit that mattress and her pussy began to leak like a broken sink, until Kuvira leaned closer and for a brief moment, Opal expected to be kissed and yet, before she closed her eyes..

They widened; her breath hitched as she tried to identify the slick, hot spurt landing on her quivering tongue. Her sight fell on Kuvira’s still wet lips before rising to find the woman staring down at her half lidded with a bright, violent urgency.  
The exact look of an alpha who just claimed something as their own. 

She exhaled slowly, unable to process that information, until she swallowed Kuvira’s tasteless spit.  
It didn’t pass more than a fraction of a second in which the woman released the grip around her wrists before jabbing her lips for a breathtaking kiss.  
Her tongue slid in shortly after, lapping at hers till molding in one as if to check if any trace of saliva still lingered on her tongue or if her taste buds still pulsed for her which, to be fair, they did. There was no way to stop her own heart from beating as if it physically wanted to jump out of the ribcage.

Her chest indeed jerked up when Kuvira briefly withdrew from her lips, finding herself out of breath but mostly noting that the alpha was struggling on moving something, probably tugging out of the way her own clothes so she hurried to help until bumping instead on the long, massive hardness throbbing in the air.

Her sight zeroed on the hunk in question. Spirits . What in hell was that? 

It was clear alphas were praised as very.. gifted than normal but this.. was threateningly... outsized.
A sense of confusion startled when two main feelings crossed each other; the fear of gathering something so huge inside with the overjoyed awareness that her itch was about to be… profoundly scratched.

Her bottom lip began to tremble when Kuvira took hold of her hand now, fearing she might push her away once again like the previous night while instead, she guided her to grab the base of her bulging tip. She was so big and pulsing with want her fist couldn’t fully close around it. Her blush hardened. Kuvira sighed lowly as if she didn’t exactly utter that to be heard and somehow it was understandable, especially coming out of the most controlling freak the alpha was.

That simple, low exhale although, was enough to sparkle an irrefutable need across her core. The need to hear it in a loop.

“Now, listen to everything I say” the woman breathed upon her lips. Those ferns burned under a strict veil of control and yet, after her soundless gulp, Kuvira brushed a thumb over her tiny hand in comparison, to align the erection’s head between her folds.

“Don’t look between us,” the alpha said, “look at me and focus on relaxing”

Opal bobbed a nod and immediately regretted it as soon as it was followed by the pain caused by the head trying to tear her apart. Nails dug in Kuvira’s wrist and shoulder.

“AHH! WAIT” her wail echoed in the dark room when Kuvira arduously slid a few inches further. “It’s too much! Too much!”

She knew, damn she knew Kuvira was poking inside imperceptibly but it was still so much and overwhelming her walls squeezed hard enough to seal together and push her out. 

“I'm sorry.. I… y-you were ripping me” she panted out directly on Kuvira’s thin lips when they nudged for a kiss. She delved in her mouth and it helped soothe that feeling but I really need a second.  
The alpha stilled, looking down at her with something unreadable until a hand cradled through her bang to dry the sweat off of it. The gesture was so simple and mundane, so calmly warm, she ended up purring onto Kuvira’s hand cupping down her cheek even if her chest was still filled with worry of something so… extraordinary as her first time.  
However, she didn’t know how to say out loud that maybe this couldn’t be done, at least not the way she hoped for and that maybe, maybe that was a clear sign she shouldn’t be cheating on Bolin.

She didn’t know what to do and the need to cry was prying tears in her eyes already. Kuvira rested her forehead onto hers, about to say somethi—

“Vee..” the mutter left Opal’s lungs in a shaky whisper “I’ve never..”

A thumb rubbed her burning cheek, soothing a bit the embarrassment coming from that half admission, reassuring there was nothing to feel ashamed about nor scared of. She would’ve still been there, sharing the same breath.
Kuvira’s gaze softened into hers, “I know..”

“Do you trust me?“

“I do… please..”  

A warm scent of ambers and sandalwood filled her lungs as she took another breath. She frowned without having the intention to do so because the deeper that scent flared up her nostrils, the more a sense of belonging wrapped around her heart… her soul.  
Lulling alpha’s pheromones .

“.. keep looking into my eyes,” her hand was placed between the white dress shirt hems, to rest against the alpha’s bare chest underneath “keep trusting me, follow my breath”

Even Kuvira’s flesh between her breasts was hot, her breath oddly regular and even if there was some kind of distress, it must’ve been buried deep in the bottom of those fern pools, because that stare alone knew exactly how to instill absolute peace. So it felt natural to follow that hypnotic rhythm and addictive gaze, able to melt every kind of tension as her hips were lifted up and guided slowly towards the woman who was sneaking inside inch after inch.

She frowned; it was crazy, what at first was a throbbing pain, dwindled into a mildly uncomfortable feeling with the help of an alpha’s pheromones.  

“Yes.. like this..” Kuvira hummed when her pussy pulsed, mellowing to accommodate her stifling sex; “surrender, give me all of you and I’ll take care of your pain, your worries, your pleasure. Let it become mine.” her forehead fondled over the sweating messy bang while she breathed hard to that low sandy voice accompanying each moment, enriching each second. “There’s no way I'll ever rip you, I promise. You were made for me.”

“Vee..” a whimper raced out her lungs until understanding that it wasn't the pain caused by the penetration but by the lack of it when the woman pulled out.  
Her walls contracted around nothing once, twice, confirming —if it was possible— how the emptiness hurt more than being filled. When Kuvira leisurely slipped in deeper, indeed, the pain was already almost completely substituted by an intense thrill of delight, enough to let her throw her eyes up in a dazing whiteness.

“Do you need a second?” Kuvira’s breath caressed her bottom brim, quivering again.

She nodded and the woman relaxed above, lowering her waist to calmly run palms around her thighs and hips in circular caresses. Comforting.. tranquilizing… it went beyond.  
It was a damn blessing Kuvira was giving her the time to adjust around… all that.  
The fact she understood it without a word was kind of inexplicable but something she was surely more than grateful for.  
Kuvira knew what to do, when and how.

“Please.. don—don’t stop talking, though. I need your voice”

“Does it help?” the lawyer hushed, yet even if speaking softly, the deep vibration of her voice —now that she wasn’t moving— subtly reverberated along the shaft bottomed inside her. She squeezed idly and it throbbed in response.
Somehow that fact flared Opal’s face up again and this time, she found it wise to sink it into the alpha’s loose hair.

“Yee~s.. tell— tell me how does it feel for you”

The woman exhaled heavily into her shoulder. “It's wet, silky smooth and… really tight. You’re tighter than I ever ima.. than anyone I’ve ever been with. It’s almost painful if I focus too much on it but..”

“But is it okay? I mean..” she rubbed the woman’s back “I-I’m sorry if i’m..”

“It’s more than okay.. I just need to control myself”

“Oh..” damn.. okay. Did that mean she may finish inside or.. well, there will be a high probability? I wonder what it would feel like to have her come inside and have it spill out…would she even enjoy that..? Would it be enough to quell this craving?  
The lawyer shifted slightly inside, perhaps that waiting was harder to endure for her than expected but seemed to subdue the impulse to push forward by raising on the elbows to caress her short hair away from her face before pressing a kiss on her glandscent. The hot breath pooling around it tickled a bit and it was tender enough to let her whimper in appreciation.

“What does my scent smell like to you?”

“It’s very clean..” something pointy, maybe her nose, nuzzled there “like soap and detergent, like laundry drying in the sun.” then seemed to breathe in deeper “You smell like the daisies dancing in the meadow below it and the honey—” 

Her hips snapped up. The movement was minimal but completely involuntary. Kuvira panted out, perhaps she was trying to ignore it but Opal couldn’t ignore anymore the way her voice was lowering.

“The thickest… warmest honey..”

She couldn’t help but keep doing that, waving below the woman a bit less involuntarily now only to earn the woman’s subtle frowning, the rumble of a groan buried somewhere into her chest. Each reaction was intoxicating.  
Opal didn’t know how to explain it but something inside yearned to do more and maybe enduring that was becoming trivial for her as well. She was more than ready.

“Is it turning you on?” she moaned trailing the lawyer’s earshell when she responded to her not so subtle grinding with a thrust.  
The world turned white again. 

“Is that what you want? Because you either stop teasing me or I fuck you” the alpha’s hands darted down her chest, the waist and hips to massage and clench them, keeping her firm on the spot when another thrust made her wobble up.  
“Or the need to turn me on turns you on?”

"Yeah~ keep! Please!”

She nipped at the woman’s lobe when she started to actually build up a steady unrushed pace in the steamy air. Finally finding what worked best, the grip around her hips hardened once Kuvira began to direct them instead of keeping her still and land on her own lap to mirror each movement. It was destabilizing to be emptied and filled completely by the woman. Their anatomies fit together so well, so perfectly, it was easy to believe they were indeed created for one another.

With her hands, she circled around the woman’s neck to wander over those wide shoulders and claw crescent moons every time her hardness plunged deeper with growing need. The alpha was the only anchor in a sea of lust as moans and pants filled the bedroom along the wet sloppy collision of their bodies. 

Half lidded, her gaze locked in the alpha’s emeralds, communicating continuously, giving consents to each request once finding a boundless reassurance in them, until everything started to melt a bit more into pure pleasure when Kuvira started to fuck her in long firm waves.

Her internal muscles weren’t resisting the throbbing length anymore but engulfing and drawing it deeper till the pulsing head rubbed against the core, before being leadened withdrawn. In the meantime Kuvira glided out, she attempted a squeeze around her stiffness at last, perceiving each vein bulging along what was left in, while forcing the woman to halt and drool a load of pre cum.

A slap landed on her asscheek, burning her flesh and echoing loudly in the bedroom before the sheets rustled as the woman sat up onto the knees while dragging her along from the thighs, latching them around the hips still covered by the white unbuttoned shirt to get even closer and let her smack into her own groin. 

“Vira! Vira!”

Kuvira was looking down at her squirming from the loss of warmth the grip around those bitten, scratched shoulders provided until she was forced to grab above the alpha’s knees and the bedspread’s wrinkles when a sudden shove shook her till convulsion. 

Her thighs snapped but before they stuck together Kuvira moaned, snatching her knees apart. “Don’t close. You’re already squeezing too hard.”

Her lower abs flickered in arousal. Her mouth fell agape, unable to form any other kind of sound that weren’t moans, the further Kuvira kept on beating her squelching pussy with such harsh passion the bed screeched, hitting every precious spot that triggered star—

Bzbz ~ bzbz ~ bzbz

«I’m late, I know, but I’m almost there.» a metallic voice rumbled from the nightstand. What was that? A voicemail?  
Whatever that was, Kuvira’s face above crumpled till horror drained pleasure off of her emerald eyes. «Start to open the door so I can give you these damn documents and it’ll be done.» no? no! WHAT? «unless you aren’t home, in that case I got the keys”

Kuvira growled “Who the fuck gave him the key?!” 

The bed went still.
The woman stopped rocking her hips.  
No.
No..
No no no “Kuvira, no! We’re almost there..” 

The woman laid on top of her anew, her hands digging into the mattress on both side of Opal’s head “fuck… fuck ! I know…” 

“Vira, please!” she cupped Kuvira’s face “fuck me harder, we’ll come together”

At the mention, the shaft inside her pulsed. The alpha growled “I won’t be able to stop after” and with that, slipped off of her hold, sliding out of her. An unbearable ache branched between Opal’s soaked folds. 

“Ohw..Please.. no!” tears swelled up her eyes until a thick layer of blur altered Kuvira’s distinct presence into a shapeless jumble of shadows. “Spirits no.. no..”

“Fuck..”

“I have to,” a pair of lips then pressed onto hers, while a hand grabbed her right one to wrap around the hardest muscle she ever touched.

“Can you feel how swollen it is already around here?” the woman’s base was indeed not only bulging but throbbing onto her handful like a damn causing Kuvira to choke a whimper. It must’ve been unbearable to resist. “This means that if I wait a minute longer my knot will inflate completely and honestly, I don't know how much I’ll..”

“How what?” she blinked to dissipate her tears and catch the alpha’s trailing stare without looking too desperate but what betrayed her was her own voice shrinking till its limits. “Are you saying it won’t fit?”

“No. I’m trying to say that I understand how overwhelming it is for you, especially since it’s your first time. But” Kuvira cupped her face, “this is important for me too, Opal and I want to be able to make you feel as comfortable as possible throughout the entire time. This also means that I don’t want you to ever think I don’t care because I guess your mother had the wonderful idea to give Aiwei a copy of my apartment key and now I have to deal with tha—”

A thumb dried her tears. ”please.. don’t cry. It’ll take me a second, I promise.” the woman whispered as her own phone went off somewhere again, while smacking another soft kiss before air began to rarefy the lawyer’s saliva on her shaking lips. 

“Okay, but please.. fast” she pleaded and Kuvira was already so far, getting off of the bed wiggling into stillness. A rustle of clothes here, a tap there.

“I got this. Hold on”

A door slid close. Then, a boundless coldness prevailed.

Opal clutched into a fetal position with a hand sneaking between her closed thighs and sighed because it was all so soaked and cramping there it seemed like the ache was crawling up her heart too. Resist, resist, resist. She’s almost done, she wants this as bad as my body craves it. Resist…

The girl bit her lip and flinched, trying to focus on all those feelings Kuvira made her experience, reorganizing them in a subsequential tide that sped up and never slowed down. Like her pulse.
Kuvira dipped into her core a few seconds ago and her muscles were still processing it, tightening in pleasure at the delicious memory.  
She nuzzled against the alpha’s sheets anew at the frantic attempt to collect any hint of amber left in it. Then something buzzed again.

Did Kuvira forget her phone? Opal frowned. Unless it fell on the floor, there was no way to explain why that buzz came from her pants pocket till finding out it was, in fact, her own phone.
The brightness was almost blinding, which was unusual since she always kept it low but the warm lamp half lighting the alpha’s bedroom must’ve set it on by default.  
It was Bolin… «the first rehearsal went great..» «..coming home soon…»; «..tired.. miss you»

Hold on… he’s coming home? HER PLACE??
IT’S TEN THIRTY!!! oh ffffffffuuuuuuuuu—

A smooth clicking made it clear the bedroom door was being slid open; the second after, the woman was playfully dragging her by the ankles before she could say out loud “wait!”

Kuvira stopped, knitting her brows “Am I hurting you?”

“No, but I—I can't!”

“Excuse me?!”

“I, I’m not trying to—“ she rose on the elbows “I mean, I want this! I still want it!”

The mattress jerked when the alpha got closer till her breath caressed her lips. Her hold slid around her knees. Deep green eyes studied her from above intently, as if searching for the real reason herself yet still leaving the girl free to explain; “So?”

“Bolin’s coming home..” 

“And?”

“It’s a problem, Vee! I have to go..”

“Absolutely not.” the lawyer scowled and although with a hand she caressed her cheek softly, her gaze remained adamant, “Opal.. no. I promised I'd take care of you. At this point I need this the way you do. So if you go away it’ll get even worse. It already drove both of us crazy.”

That was true.. she couldn’t even imagine what detaching from Kuvira would cause, letting her go for those five minutes already has been awful and now… now that the lawyer was dipping her lips along her jaw, her neck and gland scent, Opal’s skin was shivering for more. “Oh, Raava…” she pulled closer the woman from her nape; her kisses in the meantime traveled up her lobe.

“It would be okay even if you actually wish to stop here. It wouldn’t be a problem. I just can’t let you go” the alpha’s hands raised up to embrace her. Another kiss; “not like this”

“But Bo..”

“If he made you wait the entire day, he can wait for you a few hours”

“W-wait,” she pushed away the woman’s cheek “a few hours? In the middle of the night?? That’s not suspicious at all” 

“It’s not my concern.” 

“But I can’t just..” she shook her head noting how the lawyer’s eyes grew heavier with annoyance, darker; “he’ll probably ask something about it”

“You can tell him you were giving your virginity to your dear sister”  

“Ew, Kuvira! You’re not my sister!” she pressed onto the alpha’s shoulders and Kuvira took the hint to grant her the space to move freely, grunting.

“That’s what you told him.” 

Opal sat up hugging her own knees “Well, you know it’s not like that..”, shivers ran down her bare spine as soon as Kuvira stopped looking.  

She was already so distant… it wasn’t fair.

“Yeah because being your childhood nemesis is indeed way nicer.” the alpha scoffed, getting up once thumping the omega’s clothes on the bed; “The villain ruining your perfect life, once again.”

How could she say those things? How could Kuvira bring up something like that, in such a moment? It wasn’t fair, she wasn’t equipped to manage that while her body —no, the entire situation was so fragile.  
She hid her face on top of her knees. Not only a couple of minutes ago she was experiencing one of the best things happening in her life and now Kuvira brought that up for no reason. She had to get out. Not a second more should’ve been spent there. Bolin was coming home and if she didn’t show up before him..

That was what pushed her to get dressed while the alpha leaned on the wall. Crossed arms, she was looking away making it impossible to see her face, even less to study her current expression and understand if she was upset because she was going away or if her presence turned out to be nothing but a burden to bear. It clenched at her chest. It all escalated so quickly.. she.. she would’ve never imagined—

“What are you gonna do when you come home, when he’ll lay down next to you?” Kuvira grabbed her from a belt loop before she went to slide the bedroom door open. 

“I… Vira, I” she sighed, “I don’t know!”

“Well, I need to know or I may go crazy”

Her heart skipped a beat. What does that even mean, now? “W-what do you want me to do?”

“Stay here.” the lawyer tugged her waistband until she was able to meet her stare. Firm yet dragging her in like quicksand. “Spend the night with me however you wish but stay”

“I can’t…”

“I can’t let you go either.”

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Thump thump

Thump thump

Thump thump

Something in the intelligible brushed on her lips.
It was an instant to which she responded instinctually, lingering forward, then pressing on the same soft spot. A warm breath.  
The same soft thing then slowly glided upon her mouth, arousing it to move in answer and mold into the same matter. The touch then fainted, returned and faded again, never really disappearing.

Kuvira was kissing her back in her sleep.

Opal managed to unstick her groggy eyes ajar, burning at the red sun shining low in the sky, rising at the quiet dawn. In the blurred visual, the woman’s beauty mark dotted black that small spot below long curled lashes.

Another kiss and everything turned off again.

When her eyelids heavily parted, the alpha’s warm body wasn’t wrapped around hers anymore.  
She shot upright; Kuvira wasn’t there.
Instead, the alpha sat curved on the platform step with her back scratched in blood. Dark rebel hair caressed the bronzed naked skin in wild waves, swinging at each profound exhale.

A strong feeling pervaded the more the unconscious state dissolved to make room to reality. A reminiscence….
The girl’s hand snapped to a spot pulsing on her neck. The movement or probably the noise, seemed to catch Kuvira’s attention who turned in her direction.
That sensation, that pulsing around her gland scent increased incredibly when those fern eyes gleamed inside hers.

No..

No… it couldn’t be.

“You did this on purpose..” her mind connected in horror. Spirits, it couldn’t be real.
At the accusation, the woman’s forehead furrowed. “Opal, wait a second..”

“I hate you!... I HATE YOU!”

She lurched upright and smacked her neck. 

It was pulsing.

Thump thump

Did she really… —no.. no, she didn’t bite. Kuvira never marked her yesterday.  
She didn’t even stay at the woman’s place but ran back to her dome five minutes before Bolin showed up. She was shaking. He was thrilled, as always; his first rehearsal must’ve been going better than what he expected because he seemed very happy but the happier he became, the farther Kuvira dragged her away into oblivion. She should’ve been excited for her boyfriend, supporting him in such a wonderful moment and yet..

The sense of guilt was eating her alive.

It was hard to look at him, hard to even process his cheery voice slurring down into drowsiness or his warm arms around her frame as he fell asleep that night while each part of her body ached for another kind of touch. She wondered if he could hint Kuvira’s scent combined with hers or if he did would he even mind because.. it was just Kuvira.  
Some muscles, some branches of veins still pulsed, contracted and relaxed, reliving the bliss of her first time over and over till exhaustion. She must’ve been sleeping for an hour in total and now that dream.. was so.. so realistic it felt insane.

She rubbed her face, stroking the bang off of it trying to shake some of those sensations but the only thing it helped her with, was becoming more awake while she still clearly needed to rest.  
It was useless, anyway. Sleeping couldn’t repose that kind of tiredness.

Snap out of it. Stay in the present, honestly… everything that happened.. was it even supposed to happen if we couldn’t even finish yesterday? If it all ended that way? Twice! Actually, thrice, if we want to count what happened at the planetarium.  
And sure, sex wasn’t supposed to always end with a climax but t he thing was that if those moments kept on being interrupted, no matter how beautiful or pleasant they could be, what was the point to continue? It was a doomed thing from the damn start! 

Kissing Kuvira, letting her have total control of her mind and body was a HUGE mistake because if that was really meant to happen, if destiny really wished for her to part ways with Bolin to get only half wasted with Kuvira then it wouldn’t have been so complicated. It would’ve been easy like breathing and surely, it wouldn’t have happened now.
So, really. Review your priorities and snap out of it. Bolin is right here!

Maybe doing something with him today would’ve been a great idea. It could help her mind stay centered instead of wandering around Kuvira and self deprecation. Perhaps banning Kuvira out of her mind at least for an entire day could be helpful to stop her body from acting crazy! Yes, that was definitely a good idea. She could invite Bolin to hang out together, maybe out of Zaofu or going somewhere quiet in the middle of nature to have a picnic! That’s settled! He’ll say yes as soon as I’ll say sandwiches!

It took a caress and peck on the cheek for Bo to stretch and whine awake until his light green eyes shimmered at the mild filtered light coming from the window. He tried to lean closer for his good morning kiss which she dodged with a palm before his morning breath could change her mind about spending time together any further. He kissed her palm though while she proposed to go for a picnic date and got so excited, after a few minutes he jumped out of the bed to dart and lock himself in the bathroom to get ready. 

She took a bit more, wiping her palm instinctively and heading to the kitchen after putting on a jean skirt and a top.  
The thing was, although, the longer the idea of spending time with Bo lingered in her brain, the more she sulked. It wasn’t fair to him. He should’ve known what was going on with.. no. I can’t tell him now because he has his rehearsals and it’s the opportunity he was waiting for so long. I can’t just be selfish and tell him «listen, I cheated on you. What a shocker, I know but I won’t do it again. I understand if you don’t want to stay here anymore but please do or I'll feel bad for destroying not only our relationship but your only opportunity to pursue your dream career too!»

Damn that was awful. She sighed and cut the last sandwich in half.  
The splashing of the shower began to fill the morning silence.  
Warm air then triggered goosebumps on her nape while chills rolled down her spine. She halted until a scent of mint and amber filled her lungs, until against her back, a strong body lightly pressed. Rough veiny hands rested on the counter top, right there, infinitesimally close to her waist. 

“Vee!” she gasped “What are you doing here?!”

How did she even get inside without making a noise? With a glance to the side, the girl noticed the kitchen back door half open; she must’ve been snuck in from there. And now, even though Kuvira wasn’t exactly touching her, her presence was so imperative, even this closeness felt like being folded in the alpha’s arms already. 

“I needed to know” the woman whispered above her glandscent, heating and enkindling it with her breath. 

“Know what?”

“You already know” a pair of lips pressed against a vein crossing underneath the skin of her neck, beginning to pulse like a fury as if her blood boiled at that almost indiscernible touch. But it existed, it was there and moved something inside her.  
Opal closed her eyes and in that fraction of darkness the memory of the last dream reverberated through her brain, lighting it in a flash of eternity and disappearing the same way it appeared. With Kuvira’s kiss.
Another wave of chills rolled down her spine, making her recoiling on the spot yet bumping backwards into the woman’s body now folding her, trailing her neck with a hand until brushing her jaw and cupping her cheeks to turn her face towards her own. “Vira.. please,” she sighed a few centimeters away from the lawyer’s mouth “not here! Bo is in the bathroom”

“Did he touch you?” a hint of fresh mint pervaded.

“He.. no? He tried to kiss me bu—“

Thin lips grazed hers. The contact was so feather light it wasn’t enough to start a kiss but it surely propelled her to push back for another try until Kuvira met her in the middle, now pecking more than just the corner of her mouth. With the other hand in the meantime, the alpha touched her hip, traveling to caress her belly, up her waist till reaching the space between her small breasts, right where she pressed to deepen the contact and let her tongue lap her lips apart.  
Her heart spiked directly underneath Kuvira’s palm. It was wrong. If only Bolin opened the door he would’ve… he would..

The moment she was spun to face the woman she pushed her away and shouted in a whisper, “What are you doing?!”  

But the lawyer smirked, zeroing the distance again to grab her hips and lift her to sit on the counter effortlessly.
“No, Kuvira. I swear..” she palmed the alpha’s clavicle when she settled between her thighs and leaned towards her neck “you have to go or..”

“Or what?” she tugged her hand out of the way so she could delve and plant a kiss on her glandscent. A whimper escaped her mouth until the worry to be heard by Bolin urged her to cover her own mouth. Her face began to burn. Kuvira smirked. “Your boyfriend will see you feeling pleasure for the first time? You have to tell him anyway”

“Please, not in this way..” the thought of Bolin getting out the bathroom to find them fucking in the kitchen kept on making Opal wince. Although he just started his usual long shower, it was too dangerous to try fortune like that. But the woman looked rather daring than worried at that point.

“K-Kuvira.” Opal muttered in an useless attempt to call her out or sound somewhat threatening while the woman softly pushed her to lay back on the countertop as smearing burning kisses along her jugular, down her chest. 

Opal dug her teeth into her own bottom lip. The muffled pit patter of the water coming from the bathroom marked each passing seconds and got louder and louder the higher her heart rate spurted, the closer Kuvira’s hands edged the hem of her shirt before disappearing below it.  
The amber scent grew intoxicating, filling her lungs at every inhale. Fuck.  
Once the alpha’s palms cupped around her bra, Opal rose her head and shining under thick long lashes in challenge, the lawyer’s ferns eyes locked into hers: this was everything she wanted, her craving, her fun. Playing to see her lose herself in a dangerous game that could only end up with a catastrophe. 

It was all there. The possibility to destroy or save everything resided in a simple choice swinging between logic and impulses. The worst thing was that, aside from all the worry and fear of doing something so inappropriate with Kuvira and what it could lead to, deep down something inside her was dying to dare.
What was probably even worse was that Kuvira knew it. She knew it too damn well and still loved to see her so torned, while lifting her bra up to grab and slowly massage her bare breasts.  
Air hitched up Opal’s lungs.

“Trust in me” Kuvira held her stare “and if you can’t do that, trust that small part inside you that screams how much it wants this. Besides,” then left a kiss over her belly “I can guarantee you he won’t catch us” 

“B-but what do you have in mind?” she uttered out loud enough for the lawyer’s hearing, with her lips already trailing to her waistline, smirking before pecking it.

“Let me show you”

Opal’s inner thighs shuddered when Kuvira lowered between them, tugging up the denim skirt with a hand. Spirit is she really gonna..?

“Keep it quiet.” the alpha commanded in a husk. Soon enough her face disappeared between her thighs in a tickling brush. Maybe Opal was on the verge of panicking but she really felt like bursting in laughter and call it a day before soft, warm kisses followed her panties sewing. Right then, the need to laugh disintegrated because Kuvira’s lips also skimmed her sensitive skin each time they pursed on the cloth until it was pulled aside. 

Instinctively, Opal tugged her skirt above her hips to earn a better view only to find the white underwear being peeled off ruined by her own fluids still linked to her brownish lips and the lawyer’s paler mouth in confront was edging closer—

“Vira..” she breathed out, squeezing her eyes shut before Kuvira’s one shone in emeralds the moment she reopened them. There was a sly innuendo creasing those catlike eyes. It was hypnotising, intoxicating because Kuvira evidently knew what she was feeling and which action caused her pleasure and pure shock altogether, so she kissed her there again, this time without breaking eye contact, while a hint of her tongue was added to that explosive mix.

“I’M WALKING ON SUNSHINEEEEEEE” Bolin’s scream echoed in the bathroom along heavy water drops hitting the shower floor.  
Opal’s heart thundered inside her chest, breathing faster at his off-key singing “UHOOO HOOOO”

Kuvira withdrew her face amusedly confused and chuckled lowly “don’t worry, you’ll cum before he’ll end his show.”

If it was possible, that wicked statement or probably just the way Kuvira chuckled, provoked an embarrassing amount of wetness to gush out her uncovered sex without any restraint. The alpha glanced at it noticeably interested, waiting just a bit before using her tongue to trace a heated steady line to collect all of it from her lips. A gasp.
As soon as she lapped, something like an electric shock crossed the girl's body. Kuvira’s stare rose to link into hers once again fueled with forbidden excitement.

Spirits , Spirits, Spirits!

How could that possibly be explained if Bolin walked in? «Hey Bo, sorry, Kuvira is doing a deep check before we go on our lovely picnic. Do you mind?»

This isn’t me.. damn it!

Kuvira’s tongue began to caress the wet slit in slow strokes. At first lapping it entirely in its tight narrowness, but then her tip sunk between her thoroughly sucked folds to slide up and tease the clit. With a few licks she was already shaking for her, trying to steadily lower backward on the elbows, yet never finding a moment to actually relax completely since at each mewl getting louder than a grumbling whisper, Kuvira’s darkening ferns stabbed in warning until whimpers turned in moans. The woman’s palm then covered her mouth to muffle everything and keep her quiet enough for what was coming next. 

Kuvira, in fact, didn’t waste a moment to spread her puffy lower lips apart with two fingers to fold the pulsing bundle of nerves between her lips and lavishly suckled with avidity.

At that sight, Opal’s heart somersaulted in its cage and in that precise moment it came easy to admit Kuvira's face buried between her thighs, drenched with saliva and release was such a vision. Sultry, lascivious, feral... she was painfully arousing in all her sharpness, with those piercing ferns sparkling dark with lust and thin pursed lips.  
The velvety laps combined with a delicious pressure exerted around such a sensitive, hidden spot brought her close to the edge sooner than expected. The inner thighs quivered and clasped around the woman’s cheeks continuously, so warm and smooth a shudder hit harder at the contact, making her elbows slip on the counter till falling on it.

Kuvira’s fingers loosened the pinning hold on both spread lips to slide inside instead, till her knuckles came out dampened with precum cream.  
The sensation it provoked was feverish, unbearable, making Opal’s back arch on the cold surface each time the alpha’s fingers curled or her digits stroke that sweet part and she was thankful every loud noise was also choked by Kuvira’s palm while her inner walls squeezed shamelessly around those long fingers brushing the g-spot repeatedly. 

As Opal lifted her head again, Kuvira's eyes intertwined with hers in the middle with crushing intensity. She was too close but didn’t know how else to communicate it without screaming so she struggled to grasp the lawyer’s wrist and scalp to hold onto something amidst that rapture. 

Wet noises made her eyes roll back.  
The pang of pleasure punching inside her core became too strong to be tolerated at the luscious rhythmic pulls of the alpha’s mouth, flicking tongue, craving fingers, sandy humming. It all made her hips buckled desperately against Kuvira’s face as she fucked her into a breathtaking orgasm. 

Her clit couldn’t stop pulsing wildly into that perfect mouth while clenching deadly the skillful fingers inside, cumming violently in spurts of bliss. Kuvira on the other hand increased the pace, pressing digits harder and faster against her tenderest spot to prolong the climax till delirium, till making her teeth dig down into the suffocating palm meanwhile another wave hit strong.
Without any strength left, Opal tapped on Kuvira’s forehead with the intent to push her away and at that clumsy warning, the alpha frowned before slowing down until stopping, finally noting how wasted she was already in such little time, shaking and melting on the counter top.

“Such a good omega” the lawyer’s breath brushed her ear, meanwhile fixing the underwear in its place, playfully patting on it in the end. A pant of pleasure escaped her lungs in response.
The water drops still echoed in the bathroom along with Bolin's singing voice. 

It was a blessing he was still unaware but this time it had been too dangerous. She didn’t know what made her shake most at that point.
Kuvira folded her face, caressing it with soft lips till pressing on hers in a long febrile kiss. The taste of bliss exploded all over her taste buds when the alpha’s tongue graced as her mouth opened, changing angulation to surge and mold gently. A mixed sense of rage and pride weirdly crawled inside.
Kuvira fucked her and now her taste was hers..

“You have no idea what I would do to you, right now.” the woman whispered between their lips before capturing hers again, “I may get addicted to your taste”

Did she.. she like..?
No! What the heck. What are you—
A shiver ran down Opal’s spine. An abrupt silence crept in the bathroom. Oh no..
Their dampened lips parted instantly.

“Vee, you have to go now.” her gasp caressed the woman’s mouth one last time as she helped her get down the counter, kissing her cheek while tugging her clothes down in place.  

Bolin started to whistle in the bathroom, getting a bit louder when he got out to lead the bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat. Her legs trembled, losing consistency or even just the ability to keep her up on the spot but then Kuvira stole one last kiss surprisingly, softly, sneaking her hands through her short hair to make their lips press deeply together.  
While closing her eyes, the alpha’s forest scent lingered in her lungs as long as possible before it slowly faded. Her lips, her hands, her heat. She opened her eyes.
The morning light now sweetly bathed part of the kitchen and that back door slightly ajar.

Thump thump

Thump thump

Everything Kuvira left behind was her.. with a burning tachycardia, full of hatred, still shuddering against the counter, as if nothing ever happened.

“Hey babeee?”

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A picnic with Bolin didn't seem like the right thing to do anymore.  
Kuvira had left her trembling hard enough to make up an excuse; Bo hollered in  disappointment but tried to take advantage of his short free time by spending it cuddling in bed with her. The picnic was rainchecked for the day after because today she told him it was important to... clear up a serious argument with Kuvira. Yeah, well, hiding something wasn’t an easy task but at least that wasn't entirely a lie either. 

When he asked what happened, however, a general sense of panic thumped inside until her brain found a way to minimize everything with a simple "Nothing, just a little misunderstanding.. you already saw a bit what Kuvira is like. She just drives me crazy."

He kissed her, reassuring that everything would have definitely been cleared up.
The same afternoon, when Bolin went to the studio, she stormed her way towards the alpha’s apartment.
Kuvira will hear me. Who does she think she is? How could she disrespect me and Bolin like that? He is my boyfriend, whether she likes it or not.  
It didn’t matter if dumb pheromones clouded their mind; something like that would’ve never ever, ever ever happened again!

She crushed her knuckles on the front door soon after and the longer Kuvira made her wait, the harsher anger blazed inside.  
When it finally opened, she didn’t waste a moment to shove the woman from the shoulders. No matter how much violence was used though, Kuvira frowned yet didn’t budge a step farther which was, if possible, even more infuriating.

“How dare you do something like that with Bolin right there! Can’t you understand how disrespectful that was?!!” 

“It didn’t seem like you complained, did you?” the woman’s grave, steady voice sounded so low and unfazed, it contrasted completely the amount of raw emotions about to turn her feral. Blinded by anger, in fact, the only thing Opal perceived was the heat emanating from her palms the exact moment she used all her force to push against Kuvira’s shoulders once again and again, not a step back was taken. 

“Stop making a scene,” the alpha seized her wrists “I have a guest”

Opal frozed, then frowned. Her chest lowered and rose up evidently, panting heavily while the alpha’s glare burned into hers.

What ?—

“—I think we are done, here” from the living room, a clear voice was audible.  

“Oh my..” Opal stepped back and covered her mouth, looking away after noticing someone was standing behind the gray couch beyond Kuvira’s frame. A brief shuffling, then a clacking noise —high heels?—  got louder, drawing her full attention with a vivacious flicker of curiosity until it was possible to catch a glimpse of silky dark hair flapping behind the alpha.
Opal’s eyes dried up as the woman’s round glasses shimmered at the natural light. A whiff of perfume crashed her senses. It wasn’t exactly overpowering but the kind of scent it enchanted was alarming.

“Alright,” her heart hammered as Kuvira greeted this woman in a flawless tailleur heading out of her apartment “thanks again for your time.”  

“Of course, I’ll be waiting for your call.” the woman then nodded before sliding her stare onto hers, hinting a smile. “Good evening.” 

Okay, hold on. I’ve never seen this person in my life before. And that… that’s… that wasn’t just a beautiful girl— she…
A scowl dug deeper down between Opal’s brows. Damn, she must’ve looked like a dumbass, staring into the void, unable to even say a stupid “ hello ” back. It’s just that.. who was that?

She turned her head and Kuvira's dire eyes returned into view, still feral black, hinting they never stopped staring. Hunting… concerning . Even her forest scent increased wildly, meanwhile a deadly silence was kept until she grasped her from the forearm to get inside the entry and tud the front door closed.  
The shift was enough to make Opal snap out of it and plaster her back against the wooden surface.

“Who’s that omega?” 

The woman’s eyes gleamed. “A potential partner”

“What does it mean «potential partner?!»” she scowled “Romantically??”

“Does it matter if you still have a boyfriend?” 

A knot lumped in Opal’s throat. She tried to untangle it by swallowing but when the attempt failed her gaze fell on the ground.  
She’s really got balls to accuse me.  
“You don’t want me to ruin your situationship but you’re perfectly fine sabotaging my relationship.”

“Your relationship with who? With honey boo boo ?”

“Kuvira, I swear.” she snarled, about to yank Kuvira’s white shirt but the lawyer caught her wrists again to jerk them roughly, this time in clear warning before leaning closer, pushing her forehead against hers to whisper.

“You swear what?” 

Thump thump.

Her sight blurred. A primal impulse pushed her to tweak her wrists free and turn around to lift up the skirt, uncovering everything below for the woman.  
At the offer, Kuvira growled aggressively and with a ruthless gesture she tore apart both skirt and underwear.  
At the noise, Opal twisted her head back aghast “You just ripped off my favorite skirt!?” That was denim! How could she possibly...

“Shut up” the alpha snarled before sliding in all her arrogance between her wet folds. A pang of pain blanked her sight until the sweet scent of sandalwood smudged that initial uncomfortable sensation into pleasure. 

Kuvira made her stay like that for a few seconds, thighs and mouth agape, pinned against the front door to bask in everything she was making her feel before she began to move backwards to incite the woman to thrust her shaft out and deeply in.  
When the alpha probably noticed it was safe enough, the pace shifted rapidly into a hard pounding able to snap several yelps out of her lungs. It wasn’t painful; it was overwhelming yet she wanted more and it was unfairand fuckinginfuriatING “I HATE YOU!”

The lawyer hit the door with a hand and went still, keeping her in position with the other one, digging into the flesh of her hip to push her back against her own groin with force. “Yes, keep. Scream! Scream how much you hate me so everyone will know” the alpha’s low roar brushed her ear before biting it. 

Then thrusted once. Hard .

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for an alpha to fuck an omega and stop before even having the possibility to breed them?” hot breath grazed her cheek  “Can you even understand how difficult it is to let someone go back to someone else's arms after being so close, Opal..” the broad tip battered deep inside, stretching, till her balls slammed her clit. “SO FUCKING CLOSE! I wanted to ravage and rail your brain out of your fucking system so i came to your place this morning and quelled my thirst” 

Opal’s eyes rolled back in delight “and you know what?” her pussy was beaten again and again in a disconnected pounding “I’ll never regret it”. 

It was so good it even made her forget the reason why she went there, even more since a trail of sloppy kisses was smeared along the side of her face while with a hand palming her throat guided her back to lock her stare into the lawyer’s. It was then, when the alpha’s ferns sunk into her soul, that a warm load of precum was shot inside her pussy.

Fuck.. ”don’t stop” she tried to mumble as she panted and drooled but Kuvira did exactly as requested, adding an actual rhythm until the splattering of her crotch against her ass crowded the apartment. “Ohw OH! AH!! Yes! Use me” 

“Fuck Opal,” from her hip, the alpha’s fingers traveled up her stomach, sinking possessively “I said shut the fuck up”

A smile crossed the girl’s face in dare “If not, what will you do? AH!” her growing shaft hammered deeper “You’ll shut my mou-UH-th or you’ll cum precocio- ohhh-usly?” if we are going to play dirty, this is only the st—

A spank burned her asscheek. “I’m not you,” the woman pointed out lowly “shaking after two exact minutes on the counter”

With a rapid shove, the lawyer pulled out of her and if possible, inhaling Kuvira’s calming pheromones made things devastatingly worse, triggering her necessity to be fucked to the stars and beyond so when the woman actually picked her up to settle her on the couch’s armrest, Opal began to shake in need.
Her pussy desperately clasped into nothing; her lower abdomen contracted. Her entire body craved to be filled by that woman so bad it was literally aching.

 “Vira, please..” she whined until the world turned yellow for a brief moment, the time necessary for her shirt to be peeled off and the second after, Kuvira’s hip bone veins were popping up underneath the tanned skin hit by the sunlight after the woman unbuttoned her own to discard it on the floor. The lawyer’s hairstyle in the meantime loosened in a braid which was somewhat a crime, so it seemed like a valid reason to reach out and untie the braid into a silky cascade with thin, messy rivulets. She grasped a handful of it.
Kuvira frowned, taken aback at first by the slight tug but then leaned closer to crash her lips midway, finally catching her urge for a kiss.

The alpha’s lips glided on hers, parting them to meet and lap at her tongu— digits clawed her cheeks. Her back slammed on the couch cushion. 

Opal’s heart jumped.

She didn’t even get a second to understand why Kuvira yanked her away like that, before the woman had already spun her to bend, pressing her knees onto the armest to lift her bare ass in the afternoon’s mild air.

Opal glanced behind; those long rebellious hair now caressed the alpha’s hips while her cock, spraining free, twitched up.  
The sheer of wetness —her wetness— coating the entire length gleamed before Kuvira pulled it for an idle stroke and in tease slapped it repeatedly on her asscheek.  
Needless to say, the contact made Opal jolt.

“You stay so small and tight even when I stretch you, how are you even real?” the question heated her face but mostly urged her to look up and find the lawyer’s eyes below thickset lashes as she stared with a wicked expression down, probably at her gaping flower.

Her clit was throbbing so hard it wasn’t a surprise if the clinching was visible.  
If the occurrence would’ve been different, if the situation with Kuvira hadn’t escalated so tremendously in the last couple days, she’d be shrieking in embarrassment. Instead, a vicious wish to grab her own cheeks and spread them to show the woman how ready she was to take it again, sneaked in Opal’s mind.  
She didn’t do it, of course . It would’ve been a depraved thing to do but she leaned her ass backwards, closing the distance, until her clit stroked over the alpha’s swollen shaft. “Vee.. h-hurry” 

It all played against her favor, though, when Kuvira stepped back and frowned “pft, what a coincidence.” she smirked while collecting something buzzing from the floor “You don’t want to make your little honey boy worry, do you? Be a good girlfriend and answer”

Before her brain could connect what she was talking about, the lawyer’s thumb slid on the phone screen and placed it on her ear “Baby i just got to the studio! Are you with Kuvira?” Bolin’s joyful voice came out the phone receiver. Her heart skipped several beats. Spirits, this can’t be real.  

“Uh... babe! Good!” she fumbled in panic, noticing the alpha grabbing the back of her knee to fold it on the couch armrest when she tried to get away, spreading her wider instead, “y-yes, i’m with her..”

A motor car rumbled in the background inside the phone “Did you make peace?”
With a mettle gesture of the hand she tried to push the woman away, yet Kuvira rather gave her a sly grin and caught her wrist to rest it on her own lower back.

“Ye-yeah!” she fretted and burned at the realization when Kuvira patted violently her cock over her ass once more, then “we are r-runninAH!” slid it deep back in.

“BABE!” Bolin shouted full of concern. 

Kuvira chuckled.

Spirits, focus. Make up another excuse, QUICK!

“I got a-a..a cramp! S-sorry!” 

“Please sit and stretch it!”

The alpha’s throbbing length stroked deep inside again, making her squeezing desperately. Damn damn damn yes, I am—NO! Breathe.

“Want me to come??”

The woman’s hips rolled back to thrust harder, clawing into hers to keep her still “ AaaH .. no no! It’s okay, Kuvira is coming” she lied trying to keep the act up while the impel to yell a moan threatened to overpower her common sense.

Bolin sighed with care “Are you su-“

“-Yes! Let me close, babe. Don’t worry, I just h..have to..” a whimper “to sit. Love you” 

Without waiting for an answer, the call was closed and the phone.. well, the phone was thrown somewhere else. Loud moans exploded in the apartment instantly after.  
The woman caressed her other leg and took away the ruined skirt up her hips. 

Opal dived her head into the pillow seat below as forcefully as possible to grip on something at least with a hand. Kuvira didn’t even deserve to earn her moans of satisfaction but she couldn’t help it, not even when she dug her teeth into the pillow fabric. From there her screaming came out muffled. “I fucking hate you, Kuvira!” 

Thinking about what the alpha made her do, the impulse to cry emerged but it was quickly overpowered by her stupid soothing pheromones followed by a wave of intense pleasure when Kuvira began to stifle her moans.  
With a deep shove, the woman then weighed on her back, nipping at the nape. “You bend too well to hate me. But you know what?” she moved her short hair off of her ear and on it, her low raspy voice nuzzled warmly. “I hate you as well”

A shiver ran down from that point to spread along her spine. Fuck. The sound of Kuvira’s voice, her lips barely skimming her skin was so arousing it made her thighs weak, buckling continuously against the lawyer’s to get more, more, more !  
Kuvira just knew how to take her, how to make her scream in rapture and frustration, how to make her meet each thrust increasing speed and force, in a wild rhythm. From that angulation in particular, the alpha was rubbing a spot inside her she didn’t even know existed but now.. now her pleasure was so intense it branched all over her lower belly in heated waves.

Like that, it didn’t take much before she drove her bliss closer to its edge at that point, nudging her cockhead against her womb so insistently all she could do was shrieking and receiving, drooling, squeezing harder… HARDER .

“VEE SLOW DOWN!” Kuvira’s couch blackned in dots.

Thump thump

Thump thump 

The rapid pulses inside the chest were so violent she had to gasp for air. Her thighs had lost any strength to keep her up, shaking uncontrollably even when Kuvira’s hips stopped rolling. Her touch though, was soft, keeping her linked to that reality while she was pinned down.  
Kiss after kiss the world quietened; her heart rate established and so did her breathing. 

“Hey..” the woman called softly in her ear, her chest weighted and eased against her back at each breath, “I’m sorry, I got too excited. Are you okay?”  
So that was what Kuvira referred to the first time, when she said she needed to control herself..
A fire flared up, right where her used sex melted. Her slit twitched in reflex and it felt incredibly sticky.  

Opal frowned, “...uh uh”, tightening her inner walls. It was an instinctive squeeze more than anything, to check if the alpha had fucked her so hard her sensitivity was momentarily lost until realizing Kuvira had in fact, pulled out. 

A tug here and there and she was flipped to face the ceiling. The alpha’s concerned face came into view and so did the immense desire to fold her in her arms and get closer to her as soon as possible.  
A caress on her cheek made her shiver before the woman granted her wish without even knowing it, fondling her in a sweet embrace while releasing pheromones.

The smooth amber scent plated the walls of her lungs “I’m sorry too..” 

“What for?”

“For saying those mean things.” she mumbled out in a whisper while the light coming outside was casting some shadows on the ceiling “I mean you deserved it but.. ”

“If I deserved it, it means I did my job well.” the woman’s lips pressed gently against her neck, triggering a vein to enlarge underneath because her blood boiled up her face the second after, disintegrating any possibility for her to answer back. She was glad Kuvira didn’t see that at least and to be honest, she was also glad Kuvira actually listened to her and stopped to make sure everything was okay. 

Things like this made her almost think the alpha wasn’t such a bad person after all and in return, perhaps the woman didn’t hate her that much.  
It didn’t mean though what she did earlier didn’t overlap any decency limit but to be completely fair, that was probably the fricking most arousing thing she ever experienced.

If possible, despising Kuvira became easier and harder in the same amount.

She shifted a bit and tried to incline her head down to face the woman hiding in the gap of  her neck. From there, her emerald lenient gaze folded hers immediately.  
At that sight her heart rate went crazy.  
She tried to articulate her thoughts in sound but she didn’t… exactly know how to say it…  
The truth was she wanted to keep going. The need to come and see the alpha crumbling in pleasure for her, with her and inside her tudded incessantly at her core. The wish to know what each spurt of load felt like, how warm Kuvira’s seed was before it even splashed inside… just.. jus—

“I want to feel you” she whispered and the woman kept on holding her stare. “No more teasing, no more games. I don’t want you to hold yourself back anymore, I just want us to end together.”

She exhaled. 

“Vira I… I need to feel you aga..” the rest of her voice got lost into the alpha’s mouth, blending with hers in a soft press, disappearing a second after as she withdrew just a breath away. 

Those verdant eyes pierced at her lips, parted and probably bruised. Then returned her gaze.
A faint line cut between her thick perfect brows; it gave her expression a sense of sharpness but no judgment clouded her stare. Kuvira was purely focused. Who knew what was going on in her mind; was she taking in consideration her words or finding an excuse to say no? Did she push her too much? Was she thinking about her partn—

“—Are you sure you can take it?” the lawyer stroked her bang away to dry the sweat below it, “You are shaking..”

Opal blinked sheepishly and nodded. It didn’t matter. She trusted Kuvira. She wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted her . “Please…”

Kuvira smothered a whiffing smile by crushing it onto her cheek, her temple, her forehead as shifting above on her knees, dragging her in the middle of the sectional couch.  
Then stroked her thighs, guiding them to latch around her back and lined herself up the entran— 

“— Fuuuuuuuu…ck ” her sensitive wet flesh throbbed at the shift. It was almost too difficult to bear even if the alpha wasn’t moving further; she already spotted that point inside her, able to turn the world upside down.  
Opal shook her head overwhelmed, squeezing her eyes close as clawing the woman’s biceps until two big palms cupped her nape. With her thumbs Kuvira caressed her jaw, titling it up.

“It’s okay, love… look at me. I’ll go as slow as you need, I promise.” 

Her heart bursted; what did she just call me ?
The afternoon light roused her eyes open. Kuvira was there, an inch close to her face, gazing intently but patiently. Her lashes fluttered as she locked her pupils but never really flapped close if not for a few, brief instances. 

“Tell me when you’re ready,” Kuvira husked.  
Her slit clenched fiercely on its own term which was kind of embarrassing since it exposed her to the lawyer like an open book. Well, she had been naked and spreading her legs since she got in her apartment so it was a bit late to feel some sort of shame but indeed it took another nod for the alpha to move slightly further till reaching her front wall. 

It must’ve been swollen or something at that point because the feeling was celestial to the verge of unbearableness. This time the instinct was to clamp harder and the woman’s hardness rebelled inside.  
The alpha’s temples tightened noticeably the same moment her jaw sharpened yet when she eased the grip, Kuvira began to roll out, sighing louder than expected. 

Was it so pleasant to fuck her? The first time studying Kuvira’s reactions was difficult since everything was basically new and overwhelming, even if she was so close to her face the way she was in this moment and now… now it seemed like a totally different experience.  
It seemed she had a certain power on Kuvira, the same way she had it on her. The only thing was she didn’t have the experience nor the confidence (nevertheless the strength at the moment), to turn the tables and make the lawyer scream for more. 

Instead she was there, basking into Kuvira’s thermal pools as she started to slide her pulsy cock in at the slick idle click of her lips around it. Slow and gentle yet growing passionate at each blink of an eye: the time it took to be sucked into pure bliss once again. 

Opal swallowed, trying to keep her eyes open for Kuvira’s survey, her unceasing study, controlling she was enjoying each second without spacing out or falling out of those inebriating sensations but it was nearly impossible because she couldn’t help but mewl and moan as the alpha’s shaved groin splattered and ground on her thumping bud once she plunged all the way in. Her skin there was so smooth and dampen that a flash of sunlight, passing through her toned breasts, made it shimmer hypnotically. 

“You like what you see?” the woman whispered in her ear while massaging the other with a thumb. Her raspy panting, the sticky sound of her bodies slapping into one were loud and clear.

“I’m getting close…” she mumbled looking up to the alpha again, this time frowning, unable to contain all that pleasure waving in her core.
“Doyouwannacomeinside?” she added it all in one breath, afraid of failing if she didn’t let it out before she lost the ability to say anything else or the fricking courage.

“I do.” Kuvira frowned. Was she taken aback? “Are you sure?”

She seized her thighs around the lawyer’s hips until she was forced to stifle a growl by digging white little incisives into her own lip. She wanted to bite her too. “Yee~s, please, yes!” 

“Tell me how much you want it”

“Fill me.” she panted, “I want to feel it spill out, I want to be full of you and feel it for days” 

Kuvira sneered, “You’re so wicked” 

All at once, those warm hands keeping the back of her nape slithered up her face thus she was free to rest her head back on the seat while Kuvira pressed above her lips for a languid kiss.  
Opal’s eyes closed, enjoying every sensation, lulled by Kuvira’s low moans and big hands intertwining with hers to bring them over their heads. She lapped at the alpha’s tongue and in exchange she sucked at it before swirling it with hers while fucking her on the couch; leisurely in the most consuming way, breathing in each other’s scent and linking gazes whenever the kiss was slackened a bit by louder whimpers. 

It was everything her first time with Kuvira wasn’t. It was slow, undressed of all the worry and anxiety, unbothered and wallowing.  
It was everything she always wished it to be.

She was the first one who gave up. Screaming, arching her back and shaking uncontrollably against the woman’s body, while cumming all over her drooling dick. Her walls rippled incessantly around the alpha’s shaft twitching hard, forcing Kuvira to let go of her hands to dig in her hips and release immediately after.

With her short nails, she scratched deep down the alpha’s back who stopped a moment and then buckled her hips frantically in a losing tempo.  
The sloppy smacking noises of their bodies reverberated loudly in the apartment when the woman copiously shot hot seed in depth, filling her core exactly as she asked her — to the brim— but kept fucking her. 

Floods of cum therefore, overflew and splashed out as the alpha growled. When Opal opened her eyes, the furl crossing the lawyer’s expression made her seem unsatisfied to the point of retracting a bit, the necessary to envelop the back of her knee in her arm before she felt it stretch, as Kuvira pulled it up. Then cupped her cheek.

“I need to plug it in.” she heaved “Breathe with me, ok?”

Opal nodded before the woman rested her forehead onto hers to peer deep into her hunch of worry and melt it.  
Her worked up breathing slackened.  
In the meantime her amber scent bloomed up her nostrils, two digits landed softly on her slit, brushing the both sides of her clit without stimulating it directly. The slow tease was minimal but it began to coax another strong flush of pleasure rapidly, making her leak but mostly flutter her walls. 

The contraction was enough for Kuvira to try and sneak the knot in, at first with difficulty, until a firmer thrust made her eyes roll up. 

A kiss. A breath on her lips.
“Open your eyes, Opal” 

The same exact moment they opened, the alpha’s knot plopped home.  
Her sight blurred into those desperate ferns, melting within the overwhelming pleasure of the second climax.  
Their mouths hung loose, soundless.
Another thick flow of cum was pumped inside, enticed by her slit kneading the pulsing swell until the stream ceased a while after. 

The woman let go of her leg, shaking like jello in her grasp before she let it rest on the couch, intertwining with hers as she finally laid on top of her. Kuvira weighed a bit too much on her but in the moment in which she still quivered in the exhausting orgasm, it helped her stop gasping for air till softening inside the embrace. 

If she could describe nirvana, she’d talk about that afternoon. How the sunset painted the ceiling in a burnt combination of pink and orange and how the hot air softly cooled off, saturated by the amount of pheromones overtaking the room. 

Kuvira then pushed herself enough to roll into a side, dragging her to do the same; a arm latched around her shoulders providing her with a fleshy pillow while she was clutched in the embrace. Her bang was combed away.  
A peck melted on her forehead, her mouth.

“I swear, I hate you so much..” she mumbled in the kiss about to turn fervid, gasping when Kuvira playfully withdrew in the end. So she dipped teeth into the lawyer’s bottom lip to pull her back and puff: “Another”

Kuvira smirked before kissing her again.

As cooling off the orgasm hype, she sank between the woman’s neck and shoulder, engulfed in a raven curtain of silky hair. The forest scent there was dazing yet the more the intense smell mixed with sweat filled her lungs, the more coming back to reality became painful.  
Kuvira’s fingertips stroked down her spine back and forth, setting off chills along her entire sore body every single time.  
Her heart was beating hard.

“You think Bo understood that?” she sighed.

“Your boyfriend wouldn’t understand even if he was watching us with his own eyes”

“Bo isn’t stupid”

“How many lies do you feed yourself every day to fake happiness?”

 “I’m n..oof” she looked up until Kuvira’s ferns waltzed with hers. “Why are you so difficult?” 

“You’re the one who makes it difficult.” Kuvira’s sandy voice wrapped her soul as she leaned to rest her face on hers “You always loved it this way” then took her hand already clipped around her neck— her thumb fondling the lawyer’s glandscend— to wrap it in the warmth of her palm and guide it down till a steady heartbeat rubbed against it. 

There , the alpha’s heart was there. Free to pump blood in her hand.

Kuvira has always been a difficult person to understand, always caught up in cryptic mindsets too far from present flowing, complicating her own life with the conviction it all made it easier, always looking forward to fix something and yet, whenever she stopped for a second and detached from logic, that woman resided in her own heartbeat. 

Because Kuvira without her logic and plans was a clump of passion, of determination, of fear.
She was sure the woman never admitted that to a living being and if that ever happened she’d probably be missing a piece of her own body and yet now she was deliberately giving so much to her. It was… confusing .
It must’ve been just the frenzy of everything they have been doing, draining all her defenses but while keeping a gaze into her eye, so close to her own their lashes almost laced, Kuvira was simply trusting her and asking nothing in return.

Like this, as easy as it was. 

“What time is it? It’s dark..” her voice grazed the lawyer’s cheek as she spied how her mole stained black her poorly lit face.

“I don’t know but I’ll bring you home,” Kuvira promised, nuzzling her nose.

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Chapter Text

“Bo..!” Opal called out when her boyfriend’s figure came into view near a tall slender one at her dome’s front porch.  
After getting dressed, Kuvira gave her a jacket long enough to cover the ripped skirt behind and as promised, she silently walked her back home, too exhausted to even talk about... that.
She then frowned, trying to understand who the man standing beside Bolin was.. what’s going on?

Bo enfolded her in a bear hug when she got close enough “Honey bear! Are you feeling better?” he looked at her with worry and she almost forgot about the phone call before, the stupid excuses of her cramp. Damn she was so pathetic, dwindling in the big alpha’s jacket. It smelled like her. 

“Yeah... but.. Kuvira wanted to bring me back home herself to be sure” she improvised, trying to look away without being too obvious about her lie until the lawyer caught her stare.  
Her vigilant one soon melted in a reassurance and the rhythm of her heartbeat changed.  
For a moment, all of this wasn’t uncomfortable anymore like it should have felt.

In the background, the tall man with flowing long hair, dressed with fancy clothes swung gleefully near the alpha, fixing his own thin pencil mustache. Wait a second.. I know that man.. 

“Kuvira! Long time no see!”

“Varrick.” she greeted in her usual stoicism, averting her stare to place it on the man.
The vibrant, intense scent of his expensive cologne brought her back to those days where the main dome rooms were overflowing at his swanky gait.

“Babe, this is Varrick! I wanted you to meet him” Bolin squealed, euphoric.

“Uh, my pleasure Mr. Varrick, I’m Opal”

“Enchanted m’lady, enchanted. Please, call me Varrick! I've been a family friend for a long time now” the man’s voice graced the back of her hand softly, almost placing a kiss, which set her cheeks on fire. “However, I came here to personally invite you to my restaurant tomorrow night, to get to know my big star’s sunshine! He can’t stop blabbering about you!”

Opal tittered, shaking at the premise “Oh, he does the same with you all the time!”

“And Kuvira, please, it would be a pleasure if you’d join us!” He said, turning quickly toward the woman narrowing her eyes and stretching a smile.

A shiver ran down Opal’s spine.

“I appreciate your offer but there’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Julie may have told you—”

“ —Kuvira shouldn’t come, right?” she cut, glancing at the woman in question, “this is about Bo!” then smiled, patting the boy’s wide chest to prove a point.

“Oh come on!! It’s always good to catch up after all this time. The more the merrier! Kuvira is like a part of the family and ‘Bo’ wouldn’t mind it, right big boy?”

“Of course!”

An embarrassing second passed in which Kuvira’s stare locked into hers again in dare, under the two men’s eyes jumping back and forth like a ping pong tournament. “You are right, Varrick” she ended, throwing down a challenge.

A new sensation swelled her lungs. Spirits ..

。

“I’m sorry, who the heck is Julie?” Opal stomped on the sidewalk. It’s been the entire morning her boyfriend prattled and nattered while enjoying their rain checked pic nic and it was a miracle she woke up in a splendid mood because if it happened a few days ago, she’d slapped him.  
No offense but how did he find the energy to engage in a solid conversation right after opening his eyes? 

At least her muscles were aching enough to keep her calm.

“Zhu Li, babe, Zhuuu - Li ! It’s two words”

“Yes, but who’s she??” she adjusted her bag on the shoulder, “You keep on talking about her!” 

“Awww babyyyyy!! Are you jealous?” he hauled her in his arms “Here lemme smooch yo—“

“—ghhh Bo, please!” 

“Okay, okay sorry!” the death grip around her loosened before the guy resumed walking off the way. “She is Varrick’s wife and helps him a lot and is very efficient in everything she does. She’s super silent and a certified workaholic but I don’t think she actually work works for him”

“I feel bad for her then! Varrick seems so..” Opal twirled her hand in a clear gesture and yet Bolin, oblivious as always, beamed.

“Isn’t he THE GREATEST???” 

“I was saying I can totally see him being an exhausting husband” she smiled awkwardly.

“Babe,” he halted midwalk to face her “I would PAY to be his husband. I would even pay to be his dog, I’d totally bark! With all respect to you and Zhu Li but—“ he glanced behind his back “babe?”

She was, well, gaping at the moment. “I can’t believe you just said that!”

“I’m not saying thattt!!! I mean, believe me, I UNDERSTAND when you say he can be annoying because he can be nothing but a pain in the ass sometimes, but I think he has a unique way to view life, you know? It’s all part of the package, like.. everyday is like… an adventure worth the risk!” he tilted his head “You know what I’m trying to say?”

“Yeah..” she frowned. The concrete under her gait passed smoothly like a treadmill framed by a very well curated vegetation as they proceeded over the park siding the tall sleek buildings extending to the cloudy sky. The grayer, the greener each plant looked. She loved cloudy days especially for that. Kuvira would agree.

She wondered what she was doing, where she was now. Was she looking up at the same clouds or was she rocking someone else’s world today? Perhaps her partner’s…

“Cherry pie! I’m sorry I made you sad! I really—“

“No, no. It’s okay. I was..” she sighed, “I was just wondering, wouldn’t it be dangerous or… you know, tiring after a while..?”

Their stepping resounded along the cars driving by.

“Being with someone you admire?”

Opal cocked her head, “being with someone who loves to make your life a continuous roller coaster”

“Nah,” Bolin shuddered, kicking at a pebble. “I guess one would get used to it at a certain point and if not, it means that person is not your kind of soup, if it makes sense” then sent it her way.

“Yes but” she kicked it once, twice “what if that person may be your person , regardless?” before booting it towards him again. 

The pebble, though, ended up rattling in front of her boyfriend who stopped.
“I’m sorry if sometimes I stress you out.. I’m just so happy and excited for everything that is happening but I don’t want this to be all about me, you know?” he laid his gaze on her, sketching a smile. A hint of something creased his pea green eyes; “I still want to know about you”

“I… n-no, babe. I wasn’t talking about us” 

“Wait, what do you—”

—Two doors banged open, “MY FAVORITE LOVEBIRDS!!!” 

Why is Varri— oh.. Oh, it seems we just got outside his studio already. Damn.. that was actually a lucky strike because if Bo wasn’t interrupted, who knew where the conversation would’ve led. Varrick was already escorting them around to show some scenes and concepts supposed to be part of the movie but as she followed Bolin, Opal couldn't help but keep on zoning out.

The fact was… lying to him was stupid and against every kind of rule imprinted into her moral code, what shaped her as a person —or at least, the person she was sure she was not even a few weeks ago— and yet, talking like that to him so freely wasn’t fair to him. He was her best friend, although, and talking to him was something pretty easy to do. That’s why he was her boyfriend too. 

The reason why he was in her life was because she chose to be with him. And then.. who would’ve known Kuvira could just make the whole world twist at her own whims?  
She tightened the grip around the bag hanging from her shoulder and sighed.  
If only she had known before all this would’ve happened, she’d never have chosen to bring Bolin there. Or take a vacation for all that mattered. But the thing was… was it necessary? Preventing things from happening just bec—

“—Bolin? Bark!!” what

“Awooooooooo”

“Babe,” she frowned, still trying to keep smiling “that’s howling”

“It doesn’t matter!!” Varrick boomed “Didn’t you notice how fast he dived into his acting? That’s what I was talking about. I swear, I’m turning this big rock into a gemstone!” oh, Raava . Please, let me get out of here as soon as possible.

“Do you really think so???! That’s all thanks to you!!” Bolin gaped as his eyes beamed. That was another reason why he was in her life: he was a good, gentle person full of kindness and innocence. Betraying him was like breaking a unicorn’s horn. An utter profanity. 

And. I. Did. Just. That.

“ Oh! Thank you so much! That’s so beautiful!” uh? This sounds familiar.  
Bolin had been beside, talking to Varrick about the script but this other voice, a clear, feminine one came from the opposite side.  
She checked around, a standing camera here and there, cables, chairs, a huge green panel. Behind it, a girl was looking at the small box in her hands; even if it was still cloudy, the natural light coming from the back window made the box content sparkle bright and cast shades of blue and aquamarine all over the floor. It must’ve been a jewel of a certain quality for sure, Kuvira must’ve known the kind by the way it twinkled. 

A mumbling, a chuckling. “I’ll see you tonight then.”

From the colors waving on the floor, the patter of footsteps neared before a pair of shoes came to sight. A suit, dark hair styled in a bun, another panel. Was that..

Raava, Raava, Raava! 

She glanced back at Bolin, still immersed in his conversation and kissed his cheek, fumbling at him that she’ll go back home and waved at Varrick as walking, or well , keeping herself from running towards the exit to avoid creating any kind of suspicion. 

Once out, it took a blink and Kuvira’s back came to view like a hallucination; an oasis in the desert.

“Hey!” she shouted, perhaps a bit harsher than intended but surely the sound was strong enough for the alpha to look back over her shoulder. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I was with Bolin at the studio” she heaved once stepping closer “I saw you there”

Kuvira’s brow arched, “Is that so?”

Yes, what were you doing with her? Those words, lacking air to be pushed into a voice, solidified, clogging up her throat. Kuvira was looking at her. The gray morning’s light made the green of her eyes stand out in an intense shade of mystery. Never in her life she wished to know something the way she did in that moment as jumping from a fern irises to the other.

Her chest bursted before the lawyer actually averted her gaze to resume walking. It was unexpected, she imagined Kuvira would’ve teased her further or said something (even just in general, damn it ) instead of walking away, so she fretted to move and catch up again.  
Thoughts then filled her brain like a glass breaking in a million fragments. A main feeling causing that fracture. Rage . 

The image of that girl opening that box was flashing in her mind repeatedly and she couldn’t help but feel mad at herself for it because now she couldn’t stop wondering about that girl: wasn’t that the same omega coming out of Kuvira's apartment yesterday? 

The lawyer said she was a potential partner, so what was in that box? A gift? A ring? But what in the Spiritworld were they doing at Varrick’s studio?! With all the places in Zaofu, why there? It didn’t make any sense, those questions craved for their rightful answers as soon as possible or her head would’ve blacked out completely. 

The problem was, Kuvira would’ve certainly taunted her for even asking or worse: asking why she was asking . She seized her hands in fists. Whatever, I’ll keep it vague.

“What was in the box?”

The woman checked her watch and smirked “ 3 minutes and 42 seconds, I’m impressed”

“What?”

“I thought it’d take you way less to ask me.” the lawyer shuddered “Would you like a milkshake?”

“I…” she frowned, unable to connect what she was just being told, “why don’t you just answer my question?”

“You answer mine first” Kuvira stopped mid track again. The facade of a coffee shop glistened behind the alpha’s back. Why does she wanna buy me a milkshake? She knows I love it but this is a bit out of the blue… but anyway, it won’t be the end of the world if I accept, right? Maybe I'll find a way to make her talk.

“Fine! I want a milkshake.” Opal grumbled, before being held by the hand and dragged. The alpha’s palm was warm against her own, getting clammy but it didn’t seem to matter since entering the crowded cafe.  
The queue started almost as soon as the door slid open and it was kinda unexpected to see so many people around this hour of the day, yet she couldn’t blame people for seeking air conditioning and cold drinks during such a torrid summer. Wait, was that why Kuvira offered this in the first place? Is she hot?

Whether she was or not, it didn’t bother her evidently, when she let her step forward in line just to lean against her back and whisper: “What are you gonna wear tonight?” her deep voice brushed against her earshell. 

A chill buzzed down Opal’s spine.

“Do you really expect me to answer when you refuse to do it?” she crossed her arms while stepping forward, feigning disinterest. “And anyway, I don’t know”

“Dress up for me, then”

What? A rush of blood warmed up her face so violently it left no room for doubting whether her blushing was visible enough or not. The problem was… the way Kuvira had said it, slowly smoking each word against her lobe, her bare nape until it took on fire.  
The phantom sensation of her strong hands enfolding, cradling, grasping the flesh of her belly, her hips from the day before, flashed vividly. Another step.
Her heart bashed on her lips, “W-why would I?”

“Because I’m asking you so” the alpha caught a few short strands to roll them around her ear as she tried to look behind at her. Why is she doing this to me? Here.. in front of everyone…

“What if I don't want to?” she mumbled, now a few centimeters away from the lawyer’s face knowing damn well how intently those emeralds were piercing into her skin. It was fervid; monopolizing.

“Then you won’t. But if you do, I’ll just know you’ll do it for me only—“

“—Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon! What can I do for you?” the barista beamed with a smile.

“Ah… Uhhh.. hello! I… uh” fuck fuck fuck! 

“A peach mango milkshake and a bottle of water, please” Kuvira intervened, already sliding cash on the countertop before the girl thanked them and instructed to switch to the waiting line or take a seat. 

After noticing how packed the place was, the options were reduced between taking the table in front of the restroom or sitting outside and well.. outside was way warmer but definitely more desolate and breathable.
There were a few tables but not too far, painted by the faint shadows of a sacred shinto tree, a red bench caught her attention.

“That’s so goooood! Want some?” she held up the cup in offer, as soon as taking a seat. The straw rattled around the plastic rim, still soused in milk with the same sweet juicy taste currently flooding over her taste buds. 

“Mmh,” the sandy humming dispersed through the rustle of leaves, the same way she was pulled to face once a palm wrapped around her neck “come here.” the silver sunlight sneaking through the tree branches above was concealed by a pair of lips landing on her gaping wet ones. She lowered the cup.
The air blown onto her chin tickled, yet it was unimaginably pleasant as Kuvira’s cupid arch pressed down her bottom lip, softly sucking it in before adjusting to mold, instead, the plumpness of her own around her upper one. Swiftly, that upside down kiss engulfed her into another dimension in which her body — no , the entire universe being affected by that atomically irrelevant contact— pulsed to tune in a divine frequency. Foreign nevertheless inexplicably personal; intimate. Theirs .

She swallowed, then reached for Kuvira’s face when the world tore her lips away, enough for the alpha’s minty breath to caress her tongue.  
Slowly, her heartbeat dropped to a slightly gentler rhythm; the lawyer’s green eyes had liquified within thick feathery lashes while observing intently the way her lips creased at the slide of her thumb drying it.  
Opal could do nothing but let the woman act upon her own whims. It has become a habit, it seemed. 

Since coming back home she had given up so much control just to hand it over to the exact person who loved to gain it to the point of madness. If only Kuvira would’ve asked her to jump off of a cliff right in that moment she’d probably do it. It was scary.

“Vee.. should we really do this like that?”

“What do you mean?” her digit traveled around the concavity of her upper lip.

“We are in public, someone may..” she turned her face away before curling inwards. The milkshake still freezing her fingers.  
Her lips clenched on their own, perhaps in the desperate attempt to keep Kuvira’s taste overpowering the milkshake’s one as long as possible. Her cheeks burned at the sudden realization of her greed, below the fawning of her short rebel strands. This is so ridiculous… “How am I supposed to act around you, now?”

“As you always did,” the lawyer’s voice sounded almost distant as she lined the bench to sit beside. “How else?”

“It’s just that… maybe it may not be a big deal for you but… but Vira, I never… got so intimate with someone before and” embarrassing “ I mean, we have known each other since always and I wonder if this is gonna change anything at all or if… if…” she sighed, seizing the cup until the plastic ceased. “Kuvira, why are you doing this to me? Playing with me the very first time I’m dating someone… It's unhealthy a-and unfair and you know I’m not this kind of person but it seems almost like you’re doing it on purpose and I..” she glanced quickly to the side and Kuvira was there: a leg over the knee, an elbow resting on the top rail while on her stupidly breathtaking face her brows knitted. “Damn I even ended up saying I hate you!”

The woman bursted in a low chuckle.  
“Oh, Opal…” then averted her stare, tilting her head towards the sky. A faint smile pursued her lips downwards as if sampling the meaning of her own words before spelling them, “If this is your hatred, I hope you’ll hate me forever.”

Opal let air fill her lungs. It was loaded with the weight of those words she wasn’t sure the meaning of. Hating someone was something heavy and awful, it was a feeling far from her heart's knowledge and yet it was natural to feel it towards Kuvira. It always had been like that, even before her lips had learned the taste of her kisses, before her ears listened to the symphony of her moans, before her flesh was taught the grip of her passion… It was surreal. How did she end up getting entangled in such a situation not only with someone she'd known her entire life but also enjoyed being hated in the first place? A person who was, above all, probably playing with someone else in the meantime?

Her heart quivered. “W-what do you mean?” All this… it has no meaning, right? So why am I searching for it? Why do I need to find something good in her, something that may redeem or prove that this isn’t what I think, that she.. she’s not just the Kuvira I know.

She isn't playing. She’s not a bad person, is she? 

“You don’t need to overthink this.” the woman said, simply glancing back to hold her stare. “You’re always free to act as you please around me, as long as you stay true to yourself” 

“And you?” Opal blinked slowly “What about you?”

Kuvira frowned while averting her stare beyond her back once, four times until at the fifth, the need to check as well had the best on Opal.  
Her breath tangled in her lungs.

Behind her there was, in fact, a girl: the grass was muffling the sound of her timid gait, seeming ready to trip over at each step towards their direction but she hoped that wouldn’t be the case even because a vintage camera was hanging from her neck, dangling side to side. It must’ve been an expensive piece.

“Hey! Uh, I’m sorry to interrupt!” the girl waved awkwardly before digging it into her pocket to fish something. “My name is Tuyen, I’m a photographer and I was taking pictures around and I.. well,” she handed out an instant film “I couldn’t help myself. You’re really a beautiful couple!” 

“Oh wow…” Opal covered her mouth as the picture in her hands began to stamp its meaning into her brain. The shinto tree.. the red bench… the sunlight sneaking through, it all made a perfect background… “This is…” is that really… “wow.. thank you so much!” 

“You can have it!” the photographer snorted until Kuvira stepping closer made her visibly halt on the spot. It must’ve been terrifying for a beta to be approached by unacquainted alphas even if from the lawyer’s scent not a threatening sign was released.

“Wait, let me at pay at leas—“

“No no, please!” the girl began to walk backwards “That’s yours, it was a pleasure for me, really! And oh!” she scratched her head and pointed at the pic “I wrote my contact information on the back, just in case if you need a photographer. Have a good day!!”

With a chest filled with many contrasting, raring emotions, Opal waved back while the photographer turned away. It didn’t even take  the time to look up at the photo once again before the woman stole it from her hand. Then seized it. Her eyes fixed on the film with a firm, indecipherable expression below the brows thickset while few strands escaped the hairstyle to sway at the summer faint breeze. 

Opal’s heart pounded, Kuvira’s hand was so warm laced around hers —squeezing it, seizing, seizing until she couldn’t stop the blossoming of a smile pushing her cheeks up.

“It’s pretty.. isn’t it?”

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Chapter Text

Varrick’s restaurant was apparently a luxurious tunnel underwater located in one of the principal courses of water in Zaofu. Years before, her father and the eccentric owner spent months designing this place, and now it was so famous it was even renowned outside the city. Tourists literally would visit it for its particular views and whoever could afford it, could also enjoy the expensive molecular gastronomy.

The private dinner scheduled for that night started rapidly after Varrick’s flamboyant greeting at his exclusive glass room, encouraging her and Bolin to take a seat around a table over which a cascade of crystals fell from the LED chandelier like water drops. The ocean-like effect made of light waves and shimmering glitters submerged the entire place into a soft, calming ambience. That hall, in particular, seemed to be an architectural love letter to the man’s native land. While checking out each of the colorful tropical fish Bolin pointed at as swimming along fine transparent tubes, the restaurant owner indeed filled the wait with fanciful Water Tribes tales and legends.

Each story, though, was another wire of Opal’s gut being twisted in a meticulous interlacement of anxiety. If Kuvira would’ve shown up in the next ten seconds, unease would’ve probably peaked up in a perfectly laced, internal burst.
The fact was that the lawyer was rarely late to her appointments. Was this, for instance, the occurrence in which Kuvira had taken her hint to not come at this one? The problem instead, was that coming to this dinner was probably a challenge for Kuvira and that woman didn’t know what losing one meant while Opal, shamefully, did.

The alpha’s triumphant entrance, in fact, seized her throat.  
Her total black silk suit steadily swayed at every step in all her glorious, fierce poise. The toned slender legs were hugged in some expensive flouncy black trousers, on which a simple blouse was tucked into. It exposed exquisitely the expanse of her toned bronzed shoulders, on the sides it was loosely opened, uncovering her rich colored skin at every movement of the arms. Her raven hair followed the same sinuous line, fixed in a braided hairstyle from where some strands fell down in soft waves, framing rebelliously her usual serious face.
That woman was such a breathtaking vision her heart had begun to punch the ribcage in protest.

In another life, Kuvira would have undoubtedly been someone important in the army, probably a commander or leader. No . With her stubborn, frightful temper and the obsession of control she would probably slyly bend everyone to her will. Kuvira surely made a perfect, terrifying dictator. But in this lifetime, she is the only villain of mine.

If her beat could decide to cease at her presence, it would have done so after exploding into a million pieces although it wouldn’t hurt so hard the way it did at the mere sight of an omega walking beside the lawyer. There she stood confidently, tapping almost with austerity her beige high heels on the lucid pavement. In the way her slim body swayed, wrapped in a wine red midi dress, there wasn’t a sign of provocation nor tease yet if this woman could open her mouth, she’d surely use it as a lethal weapon. That must’ve been the same omega seen at Kuvira’s place yesterday and a few hours previously that same day at Varrick’s studio.
The small box, that deep aquamarine light coming from it reflecting on the girl’s candid smile..

«I’ll see you tonight, then.»  

Raava.. is this their date?  

Varrick’s chair squeaked a bit as he slid it to stroll towards the couple, “Did you guys come here together?”

“Yes, we did.” the woman leaned closer to kiss the restaurant owner's cheek, “My apologies for the delay.”

 “Was it larger than anticipated?” he asked with a hint of smile held in his lips while fixing the omega’s curtain bangs. Kuvira’s gaze, behind his frame, averted from the woman to slide into Opal’s. Her fern eyes under that soft light turned into a pure shade of emerald, almost bluish, the same nuance one would find in undiscovered ponds of water hidden in the middle of a jungle’s vegetation. Her feathery lashes, long and curled up into perfection, were painted black in an elegant contrast which made each bat endearing. Hypnotic. Extremely deep.

The alpha mouthed something yet her voice was unintelligible at first, as if her hearing was syntonized to another kind of frequency until Kuvira arched her perfect brow with clear entente accompanied by a low purr in her tone: “Much larger” 

What? W-why— what’s going on? What is she talking about?! What was large?! What took so long with Zhu Li? Oh Raava, she exhaled, why would I even care? Why is Kuvira still staring and why, why why is she caressing that omega’s waist? 

“Zhu Li, has anyone introduced you two before?” The lawyer simpered at the woman before facing her anew to husk “this is Opal” 

“Not formally but I’m pretty sure we saw each other yesterday. It's a pleasure.” So it was in fact her..

The omega offered her hand so she took it for a shake. Her hand was so pale and well polished and even if she was holding hers gently, a few scratches rubbed against her palm. She must be a hard worker, whatever her job was. She seems very nice too, unfortunately. “Right, nice to meet you..” Opal smiled back and gestured next to her, “this is Bolin.”

“Zhu Li already knows him,” Kuvira intervened a bit too quickly for her liking, so she glared at her before noticing Zhu Li’s brows pinching up in an odd expression. 

“Yes,” she commented with what sounded like an almost forced chuckle “Bolin and I have met before” 

“Right!” he beamed “How’s everything? Doing well? Hi!” What’s up with him?  
She glanced at her boyfriend and his face was stretched into a bright smile. Maybe too bright for his standards as well, he seemed off, like.. uptight?

What in the Spiritworld is going on? It was only this afternoon he talked so well about «Zhu Li here, Zhu Li there, Zhu Li that» and now he looked almost scared. Well, actually… he blabbered mostly about Varrick than anyone else but anyway.. he even asked if she was jealous of the omega and in that moment it felt natural to take that question exactly for what it was: a joke! Was he hinting at something else? Wait, now… he’s just Bo, a literal honey bear.

Instinctually she leaned closer to rub his shoulder and giggled back at Zhu Li. “Excuse him, he just gets too excited sometimes!” 

“So I’ve seen” Zhu Li commented with a hint of complaint but it wasn’t exactly easy to entirely catch up on it because Kuvira was openly glaring at her. Whether she was already aware of it or not, the alpha’s chi was spiking fiercely.  
No, I won’t stop hugging my boyfriend, Kuvira.

“YEAh!” He tittered blatantly oblivious, “That’s right! That’s me!” Oh my.. what did this Zhu Li do to make everyone act so weird? I mean I understand she’s cute, polite and all but.. She’s marri —WAIT— Zhu Li… ZhuLi… Julie ? Wait. Wait. Wait. Julie as Varrick’s wife? 

HOLD ON,  
HOLD ON!  
HOLD ON!!! Is Kuvira making Zhu Li cheat on her husband?! 

IS SHE OUT OF HER MIND???!

Her stare sprung back at Kuvira in the meantime Varrick offered everyone to take a seat and while doing so she must’ve been opening her eyes very very widely because the lawyer frowned. HOW COULD YOU?! Seducing a married woman was so disrespectful!
Damn she needed to scream, to run somewhere else and scream. No, no.. calm down.  
Back at the table, the woman sat tightly right beside, her cologne so intense it roused her alpha scent to spring like the most addicting refined drug the more she took back control of her chi, which was a huge relie—

Something grabbed her hand below the table and perhaps it was Kuvira’s cue to look at her and calm down but this was exactly what made things considerably worse. Okay, there was a long table cloth hiding everything but heck, if someone caught that, she’d died of embarrassment right on the seat.  
She yanked her hand away from the grasp as swiftly as possible and used it to curl a few strands around her ear. Her pulse rate picked up.

“Now that I think about it, I also saw you at the studio with Kuvira, earlier!” she let her teeth dig into the lip skin, noticing Zhu Li (sitting between Kuvira and Varrick) was lifting her brows in surprise. Then Opal smiled, “There must’ve been something precious in that box she gave you.”

“Indeed, Kuvira has the best collection of rare crystals and minerals all around Zaofu“

“Oh, was it a crystal?” her cheeks began to hurt as holding up that smile, gradually losing its sincerity, especially since she couldn’t help but glance back and forth at Kuvira, then Zhu Li once again, in case the slightest interaction between them could be missed. I wonder if she has the balls to caress Zhu Li’s hands under the table . Her heart clenched in a painful gri—

“—I’m surprised Bolin didn’t tell you,” Zhu Li said.

“Oh, I forgot,” he scratched his head, “my bad”

“Yeah you’re pretty distracted lately..” distracted? I thought he was doing great… that’s what Varrick said today, he seemed clearly proud of him and his accomplishments in such a short time already.. 

”Wait, was that for the movie, right?” Bolin kept and yet, Zhu Li facepalmed. If she could throw back her eyes right in that moment she probably would, until her husband saved the situation by interceding with great enthusiasm. 

“Yeah it’s a piece we need for the movie but Kuvira wasn’t interested in making a deal but I knew if anybody could seal the deal it would be my wife Zhu Li!” he nudged Bolin and jerked up his brows “She knows how to do THE THING!”

Opal’s entire body stiffened. What thing?  
Besides, Kuvira was smirking and then straightened her back, placing both elbows on the table to cover up by crossing her fingers in front of her own lips. Her stare was far since she was facing Zhu Li completely and yet, although low, her voice came out clear.

“She certainly knows how to make a deal.” 

Her heart stopped beating. It wasn’t an exaggeration, it just skipped several, several beats. She realized she had been staring at Kuvira only when her fern gaze came into view. She still had that stupid smirk on her lips, perfectly aware of her actions and absolutely enjoying the reaction provoked.  
Why. Why in the Spirit World did the idea of giving Kuvira something so precious like her virginity seemed so right when she was the one who took pleasure from backstabbing? For what, then? Because she was hugging Bolin?  
She tried her best to be direct and tell the lawyer how difficult it was to be around her —that same afternoon—  and she still had the nerves to remark on certain things and be proud of it. 

Thank you Kuvira, thank you for being such an asshole and making me regret every single moment of vulnerability I ever shared with you.  
Raava.. the need to fly away from that restaurant was so hard, the wish a pair of wings would grow from her back sparkled in her chest as her heart resumed its decreasing rhythm.  
A sense of bitterness spread in her mouth as the entreé plates adorned the round table in colorful fashion.

Her appetite was nonexistent since a strong sense of nausea grumbled in her stomach so she nibbled here and there at the already micro portions of the experimental food being served in various shapes.  
For the entire time she tried her best to face away from Kuvira’s side, avoiding every kind of contact and it wasn’t that hard since the woman was rather eager to talk to Zhu Li. 

So she wrapped Bo’s pale hand in a gentle cradle over the table.

“What is it? A Leo Berger? A mastiff?” with shiny light green eyes he then asked, totally taking her mind out of the blue. When it connected the guy was probably talking about his first meeting with Juicy, she cleared her throat.

“Uh, a Tibe.. Vee what was the name?” yeah, great move!

The alpha’s ferns locked into hers. Below her thickset lashes, her gems shimmered at the neon light’s tropical dance. She waited for the compulsive wish to strangle the woman to move her body into action but her limbs grew heavier the longer she stared at her, unable to move. Kuvira’s presence was so hypnotizing it made it hard to stay fully present and remember there were people around.

“A Tibetan Mastiff. Opal likes huge things.” She explained, again with that stupid.. sexy low tone, and this time it did nothing but arouse something in her lower abdomen. At the allure, her face warmed up aggressively. The disadvantages of being an omega in proximity to an unmated, dominant alpha were many and by the Goddess if her entire body knew it. By the Goddess if her flesh burned at the lawyer’s touch, at Kuvira’s whispered moans, at the strength she used to seize her love handles, her hips, her thighs as she.. she..

Please not now.  

It was of course, something the alpha didn’t let go uncared of because her stare was now burning on her skin, dangerously wandering on the exposed cleavage, following slowly the off shoulder hem of the wine red dress. At the air inhale, her chest rose and it was almost obvious how those emeralds were darkening at the slight line of her breasts.

« Dress up for me» 

“Oh sure she does! Look at Bolin!! He is the perfect Nuktuk! Nobody can resist him, especially on set.” The producer’s foreign accent was barely enough to link her focus back on the conversation until long calloused fingers brushed against her knee. It lasted a fraction of seconds.
The contact was comparable to a scald even if it may have been made by mistake and the dress was on the way. However, it was.. too enticing to be disregarded entirely. 

It took a great effort to inhale and force a smile towards Varrick before Bolin caught his attention again wi—

That touch anew. This time softer, albeit warmer as Kuvira rested her palm on the knee. 

It can’t be happening. 

She’s just.. just resting it there in a friendly way. Nothing is happening. Nothing is happening.
It wasn’t like she had dressed up for Kuvira, it was just a fancy dinner and the opportunity to wear that dress never came, so she just opted for that. The fact this would stir up Kuvira’s attention wasn’t.. wasn’t..

Oh, Raava..

Her vision blurred and now the strawberries on the square plate below her nose became a patch of red in a white canvas.  
Kuvira’s scarred hand slowly moved to sneak underneath the dress and reach for the inner thigh before she clasped them together by reflex. 

It was ticklish, most importantly it was ridiculously inappropriate in front of so many people —one of the which was her boyfriend, mind you!
Despite the iron pressure put to keep her legs together, although, the alpha found a way to keep her hand there with no hesi—

“How long have you two known each other?” the restaurant owner asked, looking at her direction.
Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, Opal’s eyes widened for the uptenth time that night. Fuck ! He’ll find out what’s going on, if he didn’t already.

Instincts urged her to move away the lawyer’s hand but this time she was unyielding, purposely avoiding meeting any stares aside Varrick’s and kept her hand wherever it was, undisturbed. 

Kuvira was having fun. Irritatingly chill, gesturing politely towards her. “Varrick, Opal is a Beifong.” ..my name spelled by those lips.. NO, Opal! Stop thinking like an omega in heat.
Fuck it! That stupid stupid stupid Kuvira was such a turn on in the most aggravating way. Her stupid fern stare was still locked on the restaurant owner which beamed at the answer.  
Right in that moment, the exigence to check on Bolin had the best over removing the hand clenching her thigh. Kuvira’s pinky was almost too close to her panties’ hem.  
Striving to take it off, anyway, would’ve made it obvious to everybody now.

“Oh RIGHT! Right, right! Such a large, distinguished family!” while Varrick’s voice boomed in the private room, Bolin’s light bright greens softened, extending a hand to caress her cheek.
She smiled yet her body was ablazed, thoroughly overwhelmed. If he was gonna caress her tight as well, it’d be the end.  
With slow and deaf gasps she tried to store in her lungs as much air as possible in the most discreet way.  
Don’t ruin your boyfriend’s meeting with his boss.

“So, what about you, Kuvira?” the man kept and this time the topic was interesting enough to make her turn away from Bolin’s touch and catch the woman raising her thick brows. “For such an alpha like you there’s surely a tail of omegas drooling behind.”

The lawyer lowered her head a bit as if to cover her subtle smile.  
Her thumb began to rub circles on her skin.  
Zhu Li, beyond her frame, leaned her cheek over a fist.

“Perhaps, unfortunately, my job and activities currently require my full attention, as you may know.” The alpha stated vaguely inducing the wealthy man to investigate, starving for more succulent information. 

“Oh, come on! Not even any interesting rendezvous?” her fern stare narrowed. Then disappeared once she faced the opposite direction before turning back again to survey —for a friction of a second— Bolin’s genuine one. Her eyes then lowered as taking a brief look at her wetting her own bottom lip.
“I never stated the opposite.” Kuvira declared, “Those are more frequent than I would like to brag.”.

“You never mentioned something like that.” Opal let out her thoughts without a safety belt. She should’ve regretted mumbling it out, especially in front of Varrick’s intrigued expression, ready for juicy gossip while the alpha crossed her arms on the table, watching her directly.
That movement caused her black strands to cover slightly the beauty mark on the tanned skin.

“Was I supposed to be checking in with you, every time?” she taunted, lifting a hand in a casual gesture to rest her chin on it. The same hand rubbing her inner thigh not even two minutes ago. 

Could she smell any kind of arousal from it? Opal’s slit clenched while her sight melted up anew; from it, a trickle of wetness pooled in the lace lingerie.
A shaky breath escaped from her parted lips. “You are such a..” 

“Yes?” the alpha pressed on, looking genuine and full of curiosity. Behind, Zhu Li had adjusted her posture. 

“If you all would excuse me” Opal announced louder this time, sketching an awkward smile at the rest of them sitting comfortably “I’ll go to freshen up a bit.”

After one last glare at Kuvira, she turned to place a chaste kiss on Bolin’s cheek before the tapping of her heels was the only sound filling the quiet room.

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Chapter Text

The marbled floor was pearlescent at the game of lights, dimming in the glass hallway throughout the restroom. On it, the clicking of her heels was loud but not as loud as her heart’s protest. 

How stupid . You thought you were a priority?  

This was just a game for Kuvira and nothing else. She, on the other hand, is nothing to me but a mistake; repeat it until it gets into your bones.

While entering one of those perfectly designed bathroom stalls, a tear slipped down her chin while pressing her forehead against the door. It was difficult to keep calm in front of everyone while too many things were happening but it was so humiliating to weep in a restaurant bathroom for such a trivial matter.  
Kuvira was fucking other people: good for her.

The fact she had slept with her, said reassuring things the other day or caressing her thigh during the entire dinner meant nothing. Absolutely noth—

Knock knock 

Her heart bumped as she peeled her forehead off of the door. That unmistakable liqueur cologne was covering the stinging lavender cleanser. I don’t want you to be here now. “What do you want?”

The scornful chuckle was muffled from the other side of the door “Are you jealous now?”

She stroked her tears away to slam the door open to Kuvira’s amused face. “What??! Me? Jealous?! Oh, oh ohhh..YOU!” she poked the alpha’s chest ”You are so damn unbelievable, Kuvira! Touching me while sitting next to Bolin.. You are done teasing me!”

“You can’t even hide it.” The woman teased with a brilliant smirk, lowering her eyebrows. Realizing how close her face was —almost brushing her straight nose against hers now— made Opal snap.
Like if she was hit by a bolt of electricity, she stepped away to get out of the stall and seek distance, “There’s nothing to hide.” she crossed her arms right before leaning back on the sink counter. 

If Kuvira thought that behavior could work, she was sorely mistaken. I just need not ball my eyes out in front of her and it’ll be fine.
“You can do whatever you want and f-fuck whoever you want.” then spat out, remembering the alpha’s infamous tail of omegas Varrick mentioned. 

At the thought of Kuvira actually being soft with other people, rage spiked in her stomach and although quiet, it must’ve been unremitting if the sight of the woman’s back half covered by the blouse’s loose fabric swinging in slow waves at her walk, barely stirred any other emotion in her.

A clicking echoed in the restroom. Did she lock us in? 

“Good.” the woman turned, strutting closer until her lips brushed against her lobe. “Because i want to fuck you now.” 

“Oh, so now it’s my turn?!” she slapped the lawyer’s shoulders away, “You should keep fucking Varrick’s wife.” 

The woman tsked. Her face now visible was relaxed in a smug expression; a sly smirk, an arched brow upon half lidded eyes. It was hard to look at her.  
Her hands were literally shaking and pulsing with adrenaline at the fruitless attempt to move her far, far away. Damn even her palms were warm because Kuvira’s shoulders were unyielding and she.. oh, she was so confident in getting whatever she wanted without considering how much it’d cost to others.  
It was her own fault though, being so pliable for that woman, willing to pay every day a higher price for Kuvira’s whims just to receive a broken heart in return wasn’t the smartest move but it wasn’t fair. 

“I want you.” the alpha whispered as her thumb brushed softly to dry a new tear forming in the corner of her eye, replacing it with warm lips soon after. 

A breath trembled out from Opal’s mouth as her pulse started racing, fueled with an unexpected joy moving everything.  
Why does she have such influence over me? Why did the urge to smile grow the more Kuvira added a kiss, pressing down to her temple, the cheekbone, the corner of her mouth. Why, why, why was air rushing out of her lungs when her childhood enemy pecked her lips once, twice, until she could do nothing but let the mint taste on those soft thin lips pervaded her senses, overturning her soul when she kissed back to deepen the contact in a consuming kiss. 

There wasn’t a real answer to that, only the oxytocin triggered by Kuvira’s tongue lapping at hers in a game of swirls existed. 

Hands began to grasp and caress everywhere in a desperate attempt to touch as much bare skin under each other’s clothes before Kuvira quickly lifted up the short red dress over her hips to dig fingers on her bare thighs and then up to the rear to push her closer to her own growing bulge.  
The girl’s hands found solace on the alpha’s breasts instead, running under the black silk blouse throughout the loose sides until the woman’s nipples stiffened up under her palms. 

A symphony of panting and deep breathing started to flow into the bathroom, interrupted exclusively by a subtle rustling of clothes and the wet smacking of each kiss. 

Kuvira’s stiffening groin was rubbing dangerously against her bundle of nerves covered by the lingerie, already so soaked it clung onto her sex folds. In the meantime, the alpha’s hands traveled up her chest to cup her boobs below the dress before tugging down the hem of the heart neckline enough for her nipples to wrinkle out in the cool air. 

How long has Kuvira been wanting to do just that? 

The new level of nakedness was enough to provoke another whimper released into the lawyer’s mouth. “Kuvira... now? In the bathroom..?” a string of saliva glimmered as the woman detached that bit to allow her forehead to press against her bang; the alpha’s rough thumbs were now brushing her sensitive nipples in circles with a slow agonizing pace. 

Her fern gems shone dark with lust.
“I want you everywhere.” her low growl heated her flushed cheek while leaving a malicious peck on it. 

Kuvira then caught one of her hands to guide it onto her swollen crotch. In the meantime, the woman made sure to put on a show when she slid her fingers into her own mouth. 

Opal didn’t even get a moment to fully realize what was happening since the lawyer was lapping up her own fingers, hollowing her cheeks while staring into her, before the alpha let them out coated with saliva. Soon they disappeared again, just to feel them pull the lingerie to the side before those digits caressed up her bare folds. 

Opal whimpered, not exactly expecting that so soon but it seemed like Kuvira was in a hurry and she was probably right considering not only everyone at the table was still waiting for their return but they were also locked in the ladies restroom and people, well , had their exigencies. 

She then kept the idle massage on the alpha’s bulge over the silk trousers, still confused where this would’ve led to but before she could unbutton and zip them down, the alpha’s fingers slapped into her pussy. A loud moan rumbled out Opal’s chest to resound into the room. Kuvira really wants to fuck me right here.

“Vee..” she whispered as lacing a hand around the woman’s bare nape to pull her closer, “there’s Bolin outside! And Zhu Li.. Varrick… they will hear us!” 

“Then turn and see for yourself.” The alpha slid her fingers out and twisted her until the wide designed mirror above the sink reflected her own image. Her inner walls burned. “You know you want this too, Opal.”

The girl reflected looked like someone who was going to be fucked pretty quickly in a restroom.  
The dress’ flouncy skirt was loosely draped around her naked hips; above the fabric’s edge, her breasts were flushed over, hilting at her heart's worked up rhythm. Her sensitive nipples were dark like ripe cherries, swollen and ready to be savored along the rest of her body shaking fervently with desire. Sweating. 

That’s not me . 

Kuvira pressed her toned chest against her back so tight it was possible to detect each time it swelled up to let air in and shrunk down while keeping her face up with a hand around her neck so she could keep looking at herself to prevent any further averting glances.  
She hung on the woman’s folded forearm in a silent request to be released, cause it was difficult to witness how impossible it was to conceal the raging longing darkening her peridot eyes at this point. Fuck .. I’m so hopeless..

“Admit how much it’d arouse you if your boyfriend could actually see you right now, hear your moans the way it happened yesterday..” her folds twitched around nothing. “..on the phone, while I was deep inside you.” 

Behind, the alpha smirked after sneaking a feline glance into the mirror while a hand pressed on Opal’s lower back in a request to bend forward.  
She held the cold marble shelf edge below the waist while Kuvira hooked her lingerie to keep it aside before feeling her slick folds being spread open by two thumbs digging into her inner thighs.
The woman’s gaze intensified.

“I know you were dripping all dinner, waiting to take it like a good girl. You know it turns an alpha on when their omega can’t even keep themselves in check in public?” the woman’s husky voice then skimmed heatedly against her spine, trailing up the nape to her ear, in a haunting tone. What was more haunting however, was the certainty Kuvira was speaking the truth or she wouldn’t have said that. 

“I’m not your omega..”

“No?” Kuvira scoffed, her warm breath tickled her jawline “Then tell me you don’t want to be fucked and filled by me until your heat is triggered.” 

Her limbs trembled as soon the alpha’s broad head brushed between her wet folds.  
“Tell me you don’t want me to ruin your pretty lingerie with my load so when your little boyfriend asks to touch your precious wet pussy at home, you’ll remember me. Us.”

Opal frowned and gaped her mouth until a whimper came out of it. Her sight unfocused into a fog. More. 

“You even dressed up for me, as I requested.” the woman kissed a spot right below her jaw, setting off a wave of shiver to rush through every part of her body. 

“I didn’t do it for you” her bare asscheek burned as Kuvira grabbed it when it propped backward, causing her erection to throb against her bundle of nerves.

“You aren’t impatient to get it either, then.” she smirked.

A moan, “ Kuvira ..”

The woman’s eyes rose to the mirror to pierce into hers so that everything.. everything else became insignificant and was left out whilst she pushed inside her slit. The inner muscles pulsed, resisting the stretch until they slowly eased to accommodate around her pulsing tip, gathering little by little every inch penetrating such a narrow space in comparison.

“Fuck! Vee.. mmmh-you.. fill me so good”.

In the mirror, her expression furrowed at that sensation the same way Kuvira’s did. Who knew what she was feeling, if the pressure was as uncomfortably satisfying for her.  
She was painfully huge and when she slid out the first time, it was only to slam hard back in, snatching air out of her lungs.

Another thrust. Her hips hit the shelf with a thumping.

“ Spirits.. fuck !” she sighed. “Vee, you are such a b Ah -stard..”. 

Kuvira’s ferns sparkled vividly. This was her little revenge. “That’s why you love me”.

That statement was enough to stop the engines moving her bouncing heart before it clicked the meaning inside the split seconds it took to overwork and explode when Kuvira began to fuck her hard and blistering against the shelf.
The hurried pace didn’t even give her the time to think nor debate logically. Panting and taking it  were the only things allowed. 

Each heated whip with her slender thighs made hers squirm while the woman kept them close with her hands, perhaps to prolong the pressure around her member or maybe to make sure to hit her clit with every thrust.
Whatever the reason was, every time Kuvira thrusted into her slit, growing swollen, it was breathtaking to the point her eyes rolled back as pain was washed off by an incommensurable pleasure.  
There was a high probability, however, that she was squeezing the massive length with too much excitement because floods of pre cum were already fluxing inside in warm copious sprays, helping it slip in easier the more it was plunged in.  
As if she wasn’t wet enough to drip down her own thighs and stick them together thus far.

“Fuuuuu UH~ ck” 

When the broad tip gloriously hit a deep spot inside repeatedly, her head became heavy enough to sink down before the alpha ran a hand under her throat, cupping her mouth with a smooth gentle movement.  
The tanned palm smelled salty like sweat but it was warm and soft against her darker skin, contrasting the alpha’s sharp, profound stare filled with greed.

“Keep your eyes wide open while I make you mine.” Kuvira hushed.

After swallowing saliva with a gulp to keep herself from blowing and drooling all over Kuvira’s palm, Opal gathered the courage to open her eyes.
A needy blushing mess: that’s what she was turned into. Short black hair danced on the sides of her puffy red cheeks with every shove, some discarded over her parted plump lips and some other over her eyes liquefying into pools; glassy and begging for release.

A sudden shift behind.Vee….
Missing Kuvira's expression of pleasure was very easy but certainly a waste.  
She moaned against her palm. 

Unlike her, the woman was mostly silent between growls and grunts even if dirty talks were probably her weak spot as well. She wasn’t easy to read at times, too unpredictable and yet surprising in her depthless intimacy.  
She was absolutely captivating as her forehead pearled in sweat furrowed over the intense glances she was shooting at their bodies splattering in the middle. 

Who knew if Kuvira understood how much it turned her on to see such poised and polished alpha like her basking so profoundly into bliss. Nothing else could make her hornier than the sight of Kuvira's hips rolling with entente or her head falling backwards. Kuvira was enjoying the moment and probably even constraining the impulse to rail her until devastation because now she was gripping her hips with both hands in a bruising clench while keeping her up in place. It was, in fact, too hard to stand when her legs were losing consistency, forcing her to melt all over the sink completely but Opal nonetheless tried her best to meet up each thrust, pushing her rear against the woman’s crotch.

Along with the lewd splotching sound of wet flesh smacking together, the sight of the alpha’s neck crossed by the aorta made her lower belly throb in pleasure.  
It was totally exposed, framed by rebel raven strands swinging away from the hairstyle at every move. If only she’d let me..

Fern eyes narrowed when the alpha caught her staring at the worst possible moment. 

“—Kuvira..” she mewled.  
Her sight blurred; stinging tears were overflowing down her cheeks. I need to touch you..  
The thought of biting down Kuvira’s unmated neck alone made her spasm around her pulsating shaft, massaging it continuously because she was hitting too deep inside.

“ OH .. Kuvira, I’m..g-gonna...” she gasped, unable to actually form a coherent sentence because the overwhelming heat in her lower belly was kicking in full force in record time. Perhaps it was the possibility of being caught that made everything utterably arousing. That and well, the hand that snuck between her thighs that began to rub her quivering clit. 

A scream got trapped inside her chest fighting with her hammering heart to get out first.  
Unfortunately, there wasn’t a way out for none of them nor much room left for other sensations to add up if not for the ones already existing, making each part of her sparkle and explode like a firework show. 

She tried to stretch her arm behind enough to reach something, everything that belonged to Kuvira’s body and found solace in tapping on her thigh. That was the most she could accomplish, because the only thing that seemed possible to do was clasping the alpha’s member inside to feel the way it rebelled in twitches to keep rubbing in. 

“Yes.. just like that.. come for me.” Kuvira panted out onto her shoulder, kissing it before wrapping her shaking body completely into her strong arms. It didn’t matter who was outside now. It didn’t matter if people were waiting or could hear all that, not when Kuvira’s hips hit hers with a violent thrust as she growled “..Mine”.

Tachycardia split her chest in half as the orgasm faded slowly into dizziness but the alpha was undoubtedly, dangerously closer to her own at this point. Raava.
It was all in the way her body shook above, the way her muscles tensed, bottoming out against her womb now, trailing wet kisses, holding her still till her body recoiled completely. Holding tighter, tighter oh , so tightly she might die asphyxiated beneath.  
That’s everything her soul ever wished for, to be utterly sealed with Kuvira’s one while cuddling against her. Hot breath pooled on her nape, “..’s not eno..”

Huh?

The woman stopped massaging her over sensitive bud and slid out of her to lift and turn her around. 

“Vira.. please,” she wailed.

It all happened too fast and standing on her own two feet was a hard task but it was a blessing Kuvira understood it immediately, boosting her up enough to lean on the sink without letting her sit entirely on it while holding her by the thighs.  
In return, she crossed her legs around the alpha’s waist pressing on her rear to invite her inside again. 

To her dismay though, Kuvira didn’t do that yet.

She just came but the omeganian crave to feel her alpha finish inside was imperative. If Kuvira wouldn’t fill her with long promised satisfaction she’d probably start to scream. Thanks to Raava she wasn’t in heat, at least, or days would’ve passed in that restroom.

For the slight moment the lawyer’s eyes came to view, they were dark and deeply lost in desperate need, especially when she clenched her own hardness’s furious head in raw fast strokes.  
She cupped the woman’s face, caressing strands of onyx hair off of it and purred against her skin, kissing her temple and cheek before Kuvira’s cock gaping her slit again made her lips tremble open. 

Instinctively she curled her arms around the alpha’s neck and buried her lips there, tracing soft kisses till lapping up her gland scent.  
Releasing her pheromones then came natural, to coax the woman’s pleasure as her sex clenched softly around the pulsing shaft jabbing gradually deeper. “ Fuck .. don’t stop.” Kuvira blew out, pushing palms on her lower back to increase the force of each shove but losing tempo. 

“Fill me, Vee.” she puffed against her skin, nudging  her nose around that spot at the base of her neck. “Make it pool down my panties.'' 

The woman growled. 

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? For me to reek of you like your little used toy.”

Her hips began to falter, skipping and forgetting how to snap in a full thrust. It was at the seventh attempt that a hand pinched her cheeks and pulled her face off of the alpha’s skin just to steal a kiss from her lips.  
Opal whimpered at the press, gliding her mouth against Kuvira’s as caressing her nape. 

“Don’t you dare kiss him once we are back.” the alpha snared upon her mouth. “These lips, these hands, Raava..” then panted out, “ these thighs and pussy.. it all belongs to me, Opal.”

“Vira…” she sighed all her despair directly into the lawyer’s mouth, grasping her face as her hips hit hard one last time between her thighs.  
An husked groan. The grasp on her thigh grew rougher. Warm cum flowed deep inside. 

Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck! Her core twitched insistingly, gripping and milking the woman’s member till it had no other chance to slide out.
Each veins pulsing along the stiffness, the base firmly sealed against her squirming and slowly emptying were enough to turn her brain into mush.

The kiss died the moment Kuvira dived into the tight embrace, burying her head in the gap between her neck and shoulders, panting frantically against her skin to cool off. The scarred hand moved from her thigh to run up, towards her love handle, catching a handful of her flesh below the dress while starting to place open mouth kisses on her gland scent. 

Opal’s hands instead rushed to wander on the alpha’s mildly exposed back, unable to await for a well reasoned permission and dug her digits in it to not let her go, also aware that if the woman moved away, gravity would have the best on the last glimpse of strength left in her body, collapsing into the floor.
Kuvira however, sighed out around her neck once getting off of her.

“Vira, I can’t... wait.”  she warned as her thighs couldn’t stop convulsing. A shiver ran down her spine as Kuvira detached that bit to dress her with those panties ready to be drenched with the lawyer’s warm load and her own bliss.  
Hinting her momentary inability to stand up, Kuvira tenderly held her to boost up and let her sit on the sink’s marble counter. The hard material was pleasantly cold as Kuvira took her sweet time to fix her dress back into place.

“Have you ever done something like this with Zhu Li?” she muttered when the alpha carefully tugged the dress sleeve up around the shoulder.  
The woman rose her stare into hers.

“Does it matter?”

Yes! It fucking does! A long sigh escaped from her lips before biting them to prevent from showing any other sign of distress. “I need an answer..” Opal replied, trying to stay as placid as possible while hopping her gaze from one pupil to the other with draining emphasis.

“There’s you, Opal. No one else but you.” the alpha stated in all her seriousness without giving a real denial either; her breathy yet low tone however, sounded sincere. Or maybe, that was just her heart needing any sort of verbal confirmation, reassurance and damn, it felt nice to hear Kuvira saying those words.

At her —apparently visible— relief, Kuvira suppressed a smile; her rough big hands rapidly zipped and buttoned up the black trousers. Then shook her head. A malicious glance, “Can you stand up again?”

Opal nodded quickly after grabbing the hands she was offered to stand up. Slowly, the hot cum trapped inside began to rush down her lingerie.

At the sensation, instincts urged her forward, getting closer to the woman and hiding onto her chest, purring and nuzzling through the soft silk of her blouse until finding the base of her gland scent anew.  
The strong liqueur musk of her scent pulled at her like a child in sugar withdrawal glancing at a bar of chocolate. Her teeth hurt to sink down into such inviting flesh and although it was forbidden, she couldn’t help rubbing her mouth, nose and cheeks against that spot.

The alpha’s fingers caressing her hair were light and gentle in the process, so far away from those violent instincts bursting inside the same luxurious restroom not even a few instants ago.  
But time was running out the way the last grains of sand rushed in the narrow passage of an hourglass. The dull thudding of her pulse slowing down, echoed in the void of her mind.  
Kuvira caught her chin and pressed her lips one last time on her gland scent in return.

“Let’s return.” she gravelly blew out over her lobe.

Coming back, albeit, was more complicated than expected. Each step was a doubt adding to her worries and she couldn’t help but stop the lawyer in the hallway while shaking with uncertainty.

It’s too obvious like this. Everyone’s gonna find out.

The woman pushed the small of her back till she was cradled onto her chest. Kuvira’s heart beat steadily, in there. On the marbled floor, the dim blue lights were projected, dancing waves trailed around their shadow bundled into one.

“Listen, if we come back separately it would only feed them with the wrong idea since we scent marked,” Kuvira whispered. Her brilliant eyes turned black. “like this, it would seem like we had a discussion and cleared up” she kept, slowly brushing a thumb over her bottom lip.
Opal opened and closed her shaking mouth quickly, struggling to add anything because.. because… there were too many what ifs, too many points to clear up and excuses to make if Bolin or anyone else asked something about this time spent away. How long has it passed anyway? 

Ten minutes? A half an hour? That seemed a short time compared to everything that had happened. All that lust, that craving and bliss. The issue was her heart needed more time beating against Kuvira’s. Extending every single second with her in hours, months.. years.

Raava, that was bad. If those feelings were swarming in her chest so freely it was just due to the effects of Kuvira’s marking.  
Those feelings weren’t real. It was just chemistry and she was just an omega freshly bred. That was all.  

Wanting to be with her now is a temporary result. It’s normal.

She nodded and the alpha let go of her after squeezing tighter. Then hilted her head towards the hallway in a tacit offer to walk ahead.
The thought Bo found out or worse, heard something, kept her nerves tensed up.  
It was all so wrong, it only urged her to hide and cry hard, especially when the moment to face her boyfriend giggling at his boss’s annoying tattles came.
Bolin however, only appeared too caught up by Varrick’s obnoxious monologue about his Nuktuk show to mind when she sat down beside him.
She swallowed.
Zhu Li, on the other side, glanced at Kuvira over the shine of her glasses.

Kuvira placed a palm on her covered knee, this time to brush a thumb over it protectively. Her leg stopped bounci—

“—Here’s my beautiful girlfriend!” Bolin snatched her in a joyful hug.“Isn’t she the most beautiful girl?! Damn, I’m so lucky!” his kisses peppered all over her head. She grasped his elbow and breathed out into its crook the need to crumble in tears before retreating.

“Indeed” Kuvira seethed behind.
The cold after that embrace was destabilizing.

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Back at home Bolin was radiant as always, kissing her now and then while that tryst with Kuvira and  Zhu Li’s weird glances played in her mind like a broken record. Brooding about a hypothetical strand of hair a bit too out of place, or her dress or the possibility Kuvira’s face and neck could be stained with her gloss stuck her into a loop of thoughts. 

Snap out of it. There’s Bo, now..

“Can you please zip it down? I can’t reach..” she sat on the bed struggling with the dress.
Her sandals —or how it was more proper to call them, infernal traps-- were now discarded unceremoniously over the parquet.
Bolin’s big hand massaged her shoulder, his thumb softly rubbing in circles into her scapula; soon after, his chin rested close to her scent marked gland. “I was wondering if maybe we could..” he began, his hand trailing down the waist till landing on her thigh side, trying to not so subtly caress the fabric away. 

Her heart skipped a beat. Breathe ..

“I couldn’t get my eyes off of you the whole dinner.. and the way this dress fits you .. damn! Woah!” He chuckled nervously, “I thought that maybe tonight we..” his hand got bolder, reaching little by little the rim of her soaked lingerie, “babe.. you are so-

“—Bo!” she bursted out loud, bolting up. This is too embarrassing.

Her face was heating up too fast and it looked like Bolin’s was doing the same; he quickly fixed his posture, perhaps worried his audacious gesture might have ruined every chance for the night.
Opal found it impossible to move, frozen on the spot while a million thoughts fought over another. One in particular echoed in mock:

«You’ll remember me. Us.»

Fuck, Stop! You can’t stay still like this with an horny boyfriend waiting!  

“..uhm I.. please, give me a second..” she mumbled before dashing inside the bathroom and slamming the door behind. She covered her mouth, suffocating a sob about to explode out of her lungs.  
A scorching tear lined down her cheek.  
Why did she do this to me?!

…

“Sure, babe!” Bolin’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Anyway, was everything okay with Kuvira?”

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Chapter Text

“Yes, I understand.”

As she stepped inside, Kuvira’s eyes found hers. The woman’s voice, formal and elegant, echoed inside the sophisticated office as she talked on the phone.

Opal vaguely noticed how beautifully designed the floor she walked on was: green, silver and golden materials braided together into the Beifong’s family emblem. The dark silver walls shined from the huge ceiling to floor window opening behind the advocate’s desk where the Alpha composedly sat and ruled, completely unbothered by her presence. 

Opal’s guts twisted into an uncomfortable fit.

The determination she advanced with, although, was unflinching, getting closer to the black wooden desk only to turn around it before sneaking between it and Kuvira who lifted a curved eyebrow in a quizzical glare, standing up from her black chair. Towering. 

At the action their bodies brushed, fern forest eyes dug into hers questioningly.

Now so near to Kuvira, the girl’s heart skipped a beat and for a second she recognised her own features softening for a second.
The alpha’s natural scent was nothing but addictive, intoxicating, already lulling her into easement but she couldn’t let that just happen. 

So Opal steeled her composure and charged her stare with challenge, taking note of the alpha’s figure formally dressed in a slim cream suit. Eagerly, her hands began to follow what her eyes were landing upon, reaching the woman’s swelling chest covered by the waistcoat. Beneath it, just her rich tanned skin, no shirt, no jacket. 

Her eyes burned into the woman’s piercing ones at the sudden touch, yet somehow Kuvira seemed unfazed, half lidded while listening to a female metallic voice audibly speaking from the other side of the phone yet still, the lawyer was almost intimidating fuelling a fire inside Opal, the same fire empowering the urge to clench the waistcoat in her fists.  
At the sight of Kuvira’s already exposed neck, the girl dived into it until the warm musky scent exploded in her nostrils, dazing her senses as it flooded in the depths of her soul.
She brushed the alpha’s skin with her mouth, feeling a swollen vein forming underneath, inviting her tongue to trace its sinuous line.  
The spite ignited by Kuvira’s indifference, however, moved one of her hands to wander and dare for more, getting rid of the grip on the waistcoat hem to slide down the woman’s ribs, her stomach, the belt, aiming for the groin.  
As patting her covered soft shaft Kuvira exhaled, “We both agree Republic City is the best option.”

The woman’s tone was still and professional even when she knelt before her, zipping down the cream pencil trousers with shaky hands and fear pumping her heart loud at the sensation of the alpha’s sex slowly growing underneath the cloth. Opal genuinely had no idea how to manage something like that and the thought of failing, hit hard all at once.  
After months of dating, none of her dreams, as wild they could get, came close to what she wished to do now with Kuvira but the want that crawled up inside was so intense to push away every inhibition. It was the uncontainable desire to pay the lawyer back with her own coin.

With the intent to start gently, she caressed the woman’s bulge over the trousers, following the member length, blindly recognizing head, shaft and already swollen balls.
Her sight quickly shifted to Kuvira's sharp face, which stare was firmly pointed forward; her brow slightly knitted together as she focused on the business call. So it was easy to get lost in the lawyer's figure, straight and balanced; a hand holding the phone, the other on the table to steady her posture.

A few onyx strands escaped from the tidily side braid resting on the waistcoat V line. The way the late afternoon sunlight hit her frame made the alpha glow in pure gold, mesmerizing in all her painfully inexplicable simplicity.  
At the enchanting view, Opal caught her breath in a desperate need to regain control once again over the uncomfortable feeling growing in her stomach before leaning forward, sensually placing a kiss over the alpha’s covered but thickening bulge and studying the kind of effect such a bold move could have. 

Kuvira’s blank, serious expression stayed unaltered.

Internally hissing, Opal slid a hand underneath the woman’s trouser, pulling out her already demanding sex, throbbing to life now exposed in the air.  
The heat of her sensitive bronze skin caused Opal’s heart to halt and hammer against her bones. 

She gasped. A few drops of pleasure slowly trickled down and soaked her panties fabric when the alpha’s thick member powerfully tensed once she  delicately wrapped her fingers around the broad pinky top, starting to massage the pliable veil of skin below in slow, short motions --covering and uncovering the slit— until it became almost natural. 

Little by little she adjusted the intensity of the grip, lightly attempting to close her fist without much success so she gently released the shaft, just enough to reproduce the same pressure Kuvira must’ve used to stroke herself in the restaurant’s restroom the night before.

“I agree” the alpha’s calm and calculated answer broke the vulnerable, dangerous silence that filled the entire room, shaking the omega’s guts while smoothly caressing the wet slit with a thumb.  
It was surprising to see her cock jerking in her hand, spilling a sheer sticky droplet slowly dripping down. After a brief check up on Kuvira’s serious expression, she dared to shyly lap off the taste.

It was hard to admit every part of her relished the way that sour taste exploded on the tip of her tongue.  
Everything about this, the way Kuvira ignored every dedicated attention betrayed by her own agonizingly red member caused Opal’s heart to pound in its cage, igniting a fire inside that built an unwanted longing in every fiber of her body.  
It was so difficult to disregard, to avoid that burning.. aching desire that drew her always closer to the woman.

Sometimes bearing her presence was difficult and exasperating and as contradicting it seemed, that was her only way to prove it to Kuvira.  

She lapped angrily at the hard length, tracing swollen veins and nerves from her balls to the twitching head to prove that until a vein in particular caught her attention as it pulsed intensely against her tongue, like an invitation to suck on the side of her sex. This time she was surely gentler but the spur of anger left behind, made her lapping breathier.

Kuvira’s legs slightly shifted, ending the contact.  
Something inside Opal boiled. The sense of emptiness quickly overtook until her primary reaction was to pull Kuvira closer by taking handfuls of her solid ass so that her hardness could prod further into her mouth. 

The woman hissed almost imperceptibly. Almost, before her husked baritone altered the sound of reality, “Of course, Zhu Li. Thank you so much for your assistance. I’ll book an appointment soon.” she concluded smoothly, “Good afternoon.”

As soon as the call ended, every last strand of common sense was cut as she sucked a few inches more in slow noisy swirls.
Perhaps taken aback, Kuvira leaned on the desk with both hands; not a whine nor sob escaped her mouth. The woman in fact, didn’t even look at her whenever she peeked out for any kind of reaction but when she let go of her cheek to grab the base of her girth with a hand, the lawyer caught it to fix the grip, teaching what she liked.

The alpha’s big hand placed her smaller one closer to the broad head anew, silently guiding each knead with the same speed she was using to drench whatever she could reach of the rest of the top.
Kuvira spotted Opal’s furtive gaze below with such intensity it cause the girl’s thighs to tremble. Her dripping sex contracted in pleasure.
The lawyer’s sharp catlike eyes were a shade of petrol green, darkened with some kind of feral, raw lust in which the girl’s mind got lost, mumbling a moan completely unaware of the effect it would’ve caused on her cock. 

The shaft indeed twitched at the reverb, squeezed by her lips but the alpha stayed quiet and still, enjoying each movement.  
It gave Opal a strange sense of pride instilling a certain confidence to hollow her cheeks and swallow more of the alpha deep inside, losing the hold with the other hand on Kuvira’s rear to tease and caress her balls, finding them pleasantly heavy with fullness.

Kuvira stopped guiding her stroking hand on the shaft to move some rebellious strands off Opal’s face and smothered them behind her ear; the lawyer’s gestures were warm and protective, hinting just a glimpse of the auto control the alpha had over her own body at the moment and it was so far from the voracious hunger that maddened inside Opal, so far from her animalistic side dangerously threatening to win over and suck ravenously like a caged hungry beast, yet she simply ended up gasping at the poor attempt to reach the bulky base.

The possibility of going insane right now didn’t scare her as it probably should, although; the amount of satisfaction she was gaining while looking at the alpha’s intense stare with watery pleading eyes, was almost deranged. 

Kuvira brought the phone to her ear with her free hand again and pressed a button, “Aiwei, you’re done for today, thanks.” the alpha instructed coldly to her assistant as if her member wasn’t being gulped.

The sensation of her impressively huge girth and length stroking down her throat caused Opal to gag until she found out inhaling air through the nose helped her calm down and keep going.  
Impressive how hunger naturally overcame her lack of skill when she couldn’t even imagine fitting half of Kuvira down.
The alpha seemed to silently understand her struggle and lightly covered her head with a hand in a tender gesture, brushing the messy bang away from her view and soothing her distress.

After a few minutes, the chair from the welcoming room rolled, followed by a muffled tapping dissolving away as Aiwei left the office as requested.  
Only then, Kuvira probably felt free to loosen herself, her contracted face softened into a smirk of pleasure and satisfaction at the sinful echoes of sloppy noises and choked gags slowly blending with her low huffs and growl—

Kuvira grasped her neck.
Deep fern eyes locked once again into hers: she was close.

The pump's pace quickened after releasing a few inches to suck faster and greedily the top. Raava, her throat was getting sensitive.

“Opal..” the alpha slightly grunted, and with a sudden movement she stepped back to pull off but she stopped the process, following the woman to grab and bury her cockhead between her swollen lips again a second after a thick spurt of cum spilled on her warm cheek. 

Kuvira’s chest swelled and dropped at every breath of air as the peak of her pleasure was reached and her orgasm began to bulge a vein above her exposed crotch. Big hands held the sides of her head as she avidly swallowed down a copious stream of load the more it came out, quenching the urgent thirst at the pit of her stomach while getting lost in the alpha’s face.  
She looked so pleased as using her mouth to ride through her own bliss.

The lawyer’s breath became a panting between thin inviting lips; the muscles of her abdomen peeking below the waistcoat visibly contracted and relaxed the moment Opal slowed down the strokes with both hands until the thick warm flood turned into weak spurts.

“Fuck..” Kuvira breathed, “stop.” 

Opal closed her lips around the girth, slowly sliding it out to give one last sample of the lecherous pressure before pressing a kiss on her gleaming slit.

Kuvira must’ve been completely spent to order her something like that.  
A pang of desire churned in Opal’s lower abdomen at the woman brushing her cheek with a thumb to clean it from the sticky white liquid and when she stuck her tongue out eloquently, Kuvira promptly drew her upper lip line.

It took a lot of effort to recoil every sense of control to not collapse and react, trying to lap the tasty cum off her own lip in the most provocative way she could pull off under the woman’s attentive leer. 

Her gloomy ferns were now lighter, diving into her gaze asking for a tacit, profound complicity to the point she leaned closer to capture her thumb in her mouth before the woman could retire it. 

A satisfied smirk quirked up Kuvira’s thin lips, evidently enjoying the pressure exerted around her finger pushed deeper behind her tongue and sliding it out as she was almost ready to gag again. 

“I bet you never blew your little boyfriend so well.” Kuvira commented. 

Opal’s heart skipped a beat. Under such adamant supervision, her legs lost consistency the second prior to standing up. 

“Fuck you” she spat out in disdain, finding her own voice lacking elasticity, low and hoarse coming out a freshly stretched throat. The corner of her lips too, itched a bit.  
The alpha chuckled and smirked —because apparently that must’ve sounded like a joke to her— reducing the distance between them.  
Her stare, at this point and in such close proximity, was painfully intense.

“What are you doing in my office?” the lawyer asked, tucking the softening length back into the underwear and zipping the trousers up.

The girl’s sight dashed around the room trying to get away from the woman’s one as an overwhelming sense of embarrassment made her mumble, “I’m leaving, I needed to take my revenge.” yet, Kuvira actively followed her face to lock their eyes again and express all her confusion knitting her brows.

“You call this revenge?” the alpha chuckled, restraining the space left around her by placing both hands on the desk behind, blocking her body between it and her own presence.
Kuvira’s face wasn’t even an inch away, barely skimming her straight nose against her small button one, dangerously near.
The unbearable closeness was choking.

“You drove me crazy yesterday” she panted, hinting at the eventful dinner with aversion; Kuvira’s brows raised.

“Perhaps that was everything I wanted.” 

Opal halted, finding it hard to breathe. What passed through the split of the woman’s mind often escaped her grasp, already overwhelmed by her defenses peeling off so fast. Focus. I came here for a reason.

She pushed Kuvira away by the shoulders to break from the sudden claustrophobic restrictions.  
The woman didn’t step back, she didn’t even flinch at the hit but brushed her cheek with her own, surging a snarl out of her. 

“I can’t stand you!”

Kuvira smirked, her knuckle caressed her tensed face but her firm stare lingered with weakening conviction “You better, little girl.”
Without waiting for any eventual comeback, the woman retracted her arms from the desk and moved back in a silence louder than every lungs-shattering word.

She was free to go. And yet as crazy as it was, her body followed the alpha’s as if attracted by a magnet.  
Before the lawyer could comment on that, she luckily recoiled to throw a glance full of resentment at the woman one last time before turning around and heading towards the office door. 

At every booming step farther from the alpha, the floor crumbled under her feet. The more she put distance, the harsher a feeling pierced her own gut until it physically blocked her from advancing further.

In this profound agony her fingers curled in fists, nails dug painfully in her own palms in a useless, desperate attempt to avoid that dire sensation making room inside her ribcage. The peripheral vision on her surroundings blurred, sounds dulled into a infernal buzzing when her limbs bled and her aching heart eventually collapsed into a terrifying hollowness. In that void, a feeble faint sparkle then beamed. 

Slowly, each ounce of oxygen transported through her breath kindled that sparkle and a viscous worry crept along, rapidly turning into a destabilizing fear, fueling that tiny beam in a blaze, scorching down all her convictions. 

Opal panted in terror when that flaming realization within became too loud to ignore, too burning to disregard: she was the one crumbling, not the floor beneath.
She spun around to face Kuvira who was already taking long strides in her direction till their body crashed in the middle of the room.

Time began to play with her mind as everything froze when their mouths crushed in a sealing, furious kiss.  
Kuvira’s lips pressed harshly onto hers before gliding with aching tenderness, breathing life into her after prodding her mouth slightly open to quell the fire in her guts and the void that was left with her own essence before sewing it closed kiss after kiss.  
Tears burned on Opal’s cheeks, pouring down their mouths molded into one tasting like salt and life.

With a slow glide Kuvira teared off of her lips, still connected by a liquid strands of saliva, yet Opal kept squeezing her eyes close because the sight of the woman's face would’ve probably done nothing to prevent her from raining herself dry.  
So the woman seemed to wait while brushing her cheeks stained with tears.  
The intense liquory musky scent oozing from her smelt like home as the alpha wordlessly instructed her to follow her own breath blowing soothingly against her skin.

“Opal” Kuvira whispered before caressing her mouth with her own. 

“I hate you” she sobbed out into that intimate contact as her heart exploded. “You made me feel so used...” she whimpered, lowering to her chest. ”last night Bolin tried to make love to me but I felt so bad and scared I locked myself in the bathroom. I cried all my tears waiting for him to fall asleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about your touch, your words and the way you look at me..and..” she pushed away from the woman until her stare sunk into her blurred view. “You don’t even care! For you this is just a game.” her voice crackled “..teasing when Bolin is close or on the phone, in another room, then your tail of omegas, Zhu Li... Why did you do this to me?! I thought I meant more to you than just... this.. I’m just someone for you to use, is that it?”

Kuvira’s expression furled the moment she had the opportunity to hold her stare.

“Give me your phone.” 

Her mouth felt muddy, “What?” 

“Your phone, Opal.” the woman showed her palm, “hand it over.” 

The girl frowned, unable to find a correlation between what she just told Kuvira to her giving her own phone. What did it mean?  
She exhaled, holding the lawyer’s resolute stare in the meantime she fished the item out of her skirt pocket to pass it over.

“It’s Bolin.” Kuvira said after tapping a few tabs, showing her the black screen of the ongoing call “Tell him you two need to talk when you get home.”

“Wait- why would I—“

—“Cherry pie?” her boyfriend’s metallic voice echoed in the office. 

“Hey, Bo..?” she fumbled out under the alpha’s stare. Maybe I can play it out differently, I can tell him it was a butt dial. 

“Is everything okay?”

Kuvira’s eyes narrowed. If i don’t tell him the truth she’s gonna get pissed. Opal bit her bottom lip considering what would be worse: breaking Bolin’s heart or disappointing the woman that overturned her life? None of the two was the result she hoped to get but admittedly, Bo must’ve known sooner or later, so what was the point in disappointing Kuvira now? She sighed out.

“I-I think we need to talk about something later..”

“Ahah, you’re scaring me pookie!” 

“N.. don’t worry, okay?” 

“Okay,” Bolin cleared his throat, Varrick’s voice not too far from the receiver hushed something unintelligible. Knowing the type, the movie director was surely reprimanding him for using the phone. “I’m sorry—I'm in the middle of the rehearsal, I need to close. Want me to buy something for dinner?” 

“Sure, whatever works. I’ll text you.” she said, ending the call after saying goodbye.  
There was something sitting weirdly at the top of her heart. Into Kuvira’s eyes there was a shift now that she leaned back against the desk; they seemed to mellow since she told Bolin what she asked her to but still.. there was something that made her turn away and head towards a counter in front of a metal library climbing up the wall behind. 

“Are you happy now?” 

“I will be when you’ll actually do it.” the lawyer cut out, grabbing a designed glass and a bottle from the counter shelf and placing both on top of it with a clinking. Was that alcohol? 

“You’re awful.” Opal scowled, “I should’ve known better..”

“That’s your mantra, isn’t it?” Kuvira poured the amber liquid into the glass, “After all, you always thought so since we were kids.. reversing the blame on me and now all your responsibilities as well.”

“This is not what i’m doin—“

“—No?” she screwed the bottle closed, “Then leave that beta for fuck’s sake and stop pretending all this love you two have for each other when the truth is he doesn’t even know you and you clearly never felt comfortable enough to get intimate with him, let alone show him what you truly are.”

“I do feel comfortable with him..”

“Sure, as a friend maybe. But that’s all, Opal, I’m doing you a favor.” the alpha sat on the gray massive couch right in front of the counter and sipped her drink. “You even compared him to me, haven’t you? You can’t stop thinking about me, the way I make you feel and treat you while he just gives you huge insecurities about yourself and what you want because he isn’t sure about you either. That’s all betas prerogative.” with a smooth move of the wrist, Kuvira swirled her glass, looking at it intently. “But that’s not even the reason why I'm telling you this. I do believe you should break up with him immediately and not for me, not even for that ungrateful jerk but for yourself, Opal. This situation is corroding you inside out.” 

“Listen, I can't break up with him now. This is a vacation for him and he— he’s staying at my place, where would he go if I dump him?! I can’t do this to him at the moment, it’d be embarrassing!” her lip trembled, “he-the trip is almost over and he’s so happy right now with his job and—an—“

“Opal, come on. You’re just finding excuses.” those were definitely not excuses but real problems. Telling him now would’ve just ruined everything but that didn’t give Kuvira the panic slithering in her chest as soon as she woke up in the morning next to him because she didn’t care about the aftermath with Bolin; she probably just didn’t want the blame on her if this matter ever came out.  
That was a typical lawyer’s mindset and unfortunately Kuvira could sound unfairly convincing too.

“Besides,” the lawyer continued, “you’re thinking about the consequences of your actions now? Because it didn’t seem like it worried you five minutes ago when my dick was down your throat.” 

Opal’s eyes widened. Oh Raava.. she didn’t need to say it that way and her own face shouldn’t have burned so aggressively to the point she was probably showing a raging blushing. What am I? 12?
She stared at her own feet. “I can tell him once we get back to Republic City.” 

“Then you shouldn’t have come to me today, asking to be serious when you clearly are the unserious one so dump him first if you seek commitment from me.”

“—What I had with you was a mistake, I want nothing with you.” 

Kuvira’s eyes dwindled into black holes. Her leg on top of the other one stopped bouncing. Then she snorted. The glass against her lip echoing the sound around the room.

“I’m serious, Kuvira. I was wrong in giving all of myself to you and cheating on Bolin.”

“Funny,” the woman tapped the glass on the clear coffee table in front of her and stood to come closer. She obviously wasn’t amused, not when her eyes darkened like that while saying under her breath: “I certainly didn’t make a mistake when I made a deal with your parents, though.” 

By the way her mouth curled on a side soon after, that statement was probably said louder than intended. It was the growl at the base of that whisper betraying her clear anger what made it understandable.  
Kuvira in fact, was avoiding any kind of visive contact as she fixed her waistcoat and got so close to place her hands on her shoulders and spun her towards the office door.

“D-deal..?” she grabbed those big hands to scroll them off but Kuvira was literally pushing her to walk. “Wait, w-what are you talking about?!”

“I need you to go now, I have an important meeting in a few minutes.” the alpha grunted behind, still using an unbridled force to open the door until reaching the elevator outside the meeting room. 

“Kuvira..” she pleaded once in the cubicle; still, the lawyer was too focused on pressing numbers on the private elevator panel before grasping her face for one long chaste peck. She squeezed her eyes closed, her heart boomed so hard her ears were ringing.  
The alpha breathed her in and she could do nothing but be greedy and do the same as long as she could before a beeping alerted the kiss was over. The elevator doors were already sliding close and the woman was disappearing behind them. 

“Dump Bolin tonight, it’s an order and I’m not repeating myself.” 

Now alone in the lift, it all began to lose credibility. Inside her chest, however, her heart hammered with the oxygen just stolen from Kuvira’s lungs. And that, that was the only realest thing she could lean on.

°

She slipped off of her shoes to stomp barefoot on the shortcut lawn, pleasantly wet and ticklish. So soft it felt like a quilt below her skin. 

After a few minutes of walking under the afternoon sun, away from Kuvira’s office and the chaos of the city she took the metro leading towards home but instead of taking the main street to the estate, Opal rambled on the shortcut bringing her to its outskirts. 

Now the sight of a poppy field widened her chest with happiness, breathing deeply the warm yet refreshing smell of flowers and brightening a genuine smile on her face.  
She refused to dwell on whatever had happened at the office at this point; she refused to imagine the moment in which the truth would shatter Bolin’s heart, the words to use to soothe him afterward and all the ways to rearrange her place so he could feel comfortable nonetheless to keep sleeping there for the last two nights —because… it’s not like he would still sleep on her bed after finding out what she did, right?— so these thoughts were banned. At least until she’d get back home so this change of scenery was helpful.

Her slow gait turned into a jog and swirls around the field as playing with the flowers brushing her legs, dancing into the wind while nature welcomed her presence at every blow of air in the same place that molded her since birth.

Ahead, over that slight hill, a lone tall willow gently oscillated its long branches: some were rich with thin leaves, others a bit undressed by the summer heat.  
The watercourse murmurs gushed just below the hill, reflecting the sunlight in beautiful sparkling glitters.  
Birds chirped and fled high in the sky. 

Now, under the shadows drawn by the tree the temperature shifted a bit.  
The scent of dew was richer and took her back to the time her family used to come frequently to this spot for peaceful picnics: mom and dad would sit down between the willow roots chatting, while Baatar searched for stones with Kuvira by the river. Huan usually sat quietly to draw plants in his notebook and the twins would find multiple ways to mess around.
Opal chuckled with pride and melancholy at the most joyful memories she enshrined, the most precious experiences treasured in her brief life, remembering how young and fearless they all were by then, without worries or stresses, just the purest versions of themselves.

It was so far away from what they had become. So far from all those worries clustered in her head.. her chest. She blinked at the sun. Her shoulders and cheeks were still hurting from the sudden force Kuvira used to push and pull her away even if half of an hour had already passed. 

Her lower lip trembled. 

It was crazy how the alpha forced her to do things she wasn’t even ready to face but this was how Kuvira always had been —bossy and over confident about her convictions— throughout all this time, this hasn’t changed. 

But what about my feelings? It wasn’t fair. Kuvira only favored what was best for herself. Everyone else involved was bound to deal with the worst part of it.

Slowly, she crunched a bit to get through the long branches so she could lay on the bed of leaves closer to the trunk and its large roots poking out the ground. Right there was the softest spot and although dew was wetting her back, she faced the sky, a pure blue within the tree’s dancing arms lulling her memories to hop in front of her vision while the world around faded away.

A little squat was enough to reach and collect a poppy among the others swinging gently towards the clear sky.  
Her nostrils burned and the spot close to her hip almost began to hurt. The tall field slapped her thin baby legs as she rushed the way up the willow tree. Underneath it, almost hidden by the branches, Kuvira rested on her back.

Her eyes were closed when Opal straddled her stomach. She must’ve heard her coming from the river already but Kuvira’s eyelids parted only once she was on top of her; fern irises between the long black eyelashes glowed.

“Close your eyes!”

Kuvira frowned at her hushing, “why?”

“Because I said so!”

When she did as asked, perhaps too tired after a day of playing to fight her request, Opal brought one of the collected poppies on her tanned face and started to draw some imaginary lines on her skin. She breathed deeply as caressing Kuvira’s forehead pearled in sweat with the red petals, just a bit over her thick left brow before passing to the right one, falling to the side of her right temple, the pinky cheekbone and around her closed eye, crossing the bridge of her straight nose to get under the left eyelashes to her beauty mark below. 

From it, she guided the flower to trace down to her jaw like a teardrop. At the feeling of the unknown caresses, Kuvira’s facial muscles contracted but slowly relaxed as she enjoyed the attention.
Her grip, however, was still iron on her forearm since she started fluttering the poppy all over her face.

“Does it tickle?” she leaned on the older girl entirely, wiggling her legs up.

Kuvira opened her eyes when the flower went down to her chin, barely brushing her bottom lip which trembled as she spoke “Why are you doing this?” 

“I saw mom do it to dad earlier,” she explained, tilting her head to the side. A few strands of hair obscured her view and stuck on the wetness of her open mouth because when she was absorbed in a task there was nothing that could break her state of mild trance and tracing Kuvira’s features with a flower was more than a compelling task. It was relaxing. Grounding.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do it too” the older girl looped the rebel strands back around her ear.

“Why? Is it weird?” she frowned, lifting the poppy as retracting. 

“Uhm.. no. Wait..” Kuvira narrowed her eyes, “..there’s a...” her thumb and index disappeared within the folded petals, coming out of them with an ant jiggling to escape before she could place it on the ground.

“You know, sometimes I wish I could fly. Is it strange?” Opal whispered, now resting on the lawn beside Kuvira, watching the breeze slowly moving the tree’s branches together. 

The deep scent of grass filled her lungs. 

“Do you want to, now?” the older girl asked, still facing up while she turned to gaze at her profile painted in shadows.

She swallowed while her heart pulsed in her throat, “Yes..” 

“Here” Kuvira sat up, the light shifted on her face, “Take my hand” 

“Why?”

“Just trust me!” 

Opal grunted, “I don’t know if I trust you”

“Oh, come on” Kuvira sighed, leaning over to get closer in conspiracy as if she was about to share a huge secret. “Listen, if you don’t like it we won’t do it ever again, deal?” she smirked with a tenacious gleam in her eyes. 

Maybe it was the way Kuvira was looking at her but  that gaze was making something shake inside her, overwhelming her senses with a wave of audacity so after a few seconds, she sat up too and nodded. “Deal..”

The girl’s smirk widened into a side grin when she offered her palms daringly but encouraging too; reliableness cleared her catlike eyes “gimme your hands” she prompted again until her trembling sweaty palms placed over hers. 

Could Kuvira make her actually fly? 

Heart jumped when the older girl hauled her to fall down towards herself with a pull of her hands.  
In a rapid motion the older girl’s back was hitting the ground while her legs raised immediately after, poking both her feet on her hip bones to push them high in the sky. 

“Now fly!” Kuvira shouted, lifting her body up with her strong arms and legs and in a shriek of delight, Opal’s eyes gaped. She wasn’t touching the ground anymore but up in the air and her beating, oh her beating had never been so loud! 

“Vee!!” she laughed with all the air stored in her lungs when the girl guided her body sway side to side, to plane like a bird. Nothing but joy filled her chest while looking forward, pretending to fly around clouds. The green valleys in the horizon extended in a green sea before her sight dropped. 

Kuvira’s fern eyes were already there catching hers.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she panted out once the older girl slowly lowered her over her own body, too tired to keep holding her up.  
Her chest now was spread above hers and from there, both hearts bolted in unison, racing, meeting in the middle.

“Nothing,” she smiled.

“Opal” an unknown voice came from a distance.

“Again.. please..” she pouted at the 13 years old girl who gave her an apologetic smile.

“Opaaaal” her mother’s voice echoed around the poppy field for real, coming near the river. The memory dwindled fast before her eyes fading completely, leaving wonder and nostalgia behind.

Opal raised from the ground; her mother’s figure was not too far, down to the river shoreline. She waved her hand up in the sky. 

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Chapter Text

“And then Varrick said North Pole’s weather is just a gentle breeze for Nuktuk’s tough skin” Bolin’s words filled the kitchen along the noisy advertisements that sparkled from the tv elsewhere. Since he came back to the estate’s domes after rehearsing a few movie scenes, he did nothing but talk about it as he had been all these days so far, despite knowing there was something they really needed to talk about.

It wasn’t a conversation, it was just a long speech regarding everything that happened between the takes, the story plot, what he should wear, how Nuktuk would or wouldn’t flex his hand in iconic gestures and of course, Varrick. Varrick Varrick Varrick.
The only things needed for him to keep on talking were nods, some excited or surprised faces here and there and sporadic small comments agreeing with his statements.

“That’s why he is mostly naked, because he is raw, a tenacious hero capable of everything!” He bragged striking some violent poses at his own praises to which Opal snorted, opening her food.

Today is fire nation for dinner and the box is still scorching hot with extra spicy fire noodles, releasing the red pepper flakes’ heady aroma mixed with soy sauce acridness. They didn’t even make it on the couch with a good movie on because Bolin was starving while a sense of nausea crept from her stomach instead. 

He was dancing around the kitchen while she quietly sat on the counter.
Her cheeks began to burn at the memory of Kuvira twisting her tongue on her most sensitive spot some days ago on the same counter until a heated pleasure pulsed between her legs but then her mind shifted rapidly, when it started to reproduce the alpha’s image like a hologram.

Kuvira was there, simply standing next to her, sharing that moment in silence like old days.
Sneaking some glances at the woman was easy, to admire her profile throughout her loosen strands at the side of her face while eating. 
She was beautiful, ephemeral. The student’s hand lifted to caress black long hair around her ear in hope to catch her attention, until Kuvira averted her star—

“You listenin’ suga plum?” Bolin patted her folded legs with a caring smile.

“Uh? .. yeah” she smiled back, noticing his hand reached hers as he turned between her parted legs to place his back on her chest. With a hand she put the chopsticks in the box still full, stopping eating while he kept on slurping his spicy ramen peacefully.

Her nostrils flared open, the scent of peppers and the spiciness spreading on her taste buds made her tongue roll in displeasure, her belly close in rejection. She tiredly rested on his shoulder, trying to focus on the light sneaking inside through the windows as he interrupted his loud sloppy noises. How could he eat that? Well he just doesn’t know I cheated on him, that’s why he’s so chill..he doesn’t even expect that because he’s a loyal guy and fairly expects me to be the same. It’d be the bare minimum..

But… 

Would he still be hungry if I told him what I did just here with Kuvira, a few days ago? 

“I thought you were starving,” he frowned, “don’t you like it?”

“Ye-yes but.. my stomach isn’t collaborating” she left a nervous chuckle when Bolin began to slurp his ramen again.
She glanced anew over the spot Kuvira would be.

“Hey cherry pie, what’s this?” for the third time, Bolin dwindled her thoughts from emerging till reality slapped when he brushed a bruise on her thigh with a thumb.

“What?” 

“Did you hit something?” he frowned, poking her thigh and she winced at the dull pain, trying to find a proper explanation that wasn’t: «no, something hit me hard and good» because that was a sign of Kuvira’s steel grip keeping her shaking thighs in place while she fucked her against the washroom counter not even the night before.  
Her clit twitched in need. What the actual fuck, control yourself. 

“Uhm I can’t remember, my skin bruises easily” she ended up shrugging, probably looking like a fish out of water about to die. Unlike Bolin, she wasn’t a great actress.

“Maybe you need a kiss here, let me try” he turned between her thighs and lowered enough to meet said bruise in a soft kiss. His hair tickled her dark legs; the contact with his lips made them jolt.

“Wha..” she gasped, “Bo, what are you..?” stiffening when he peppered more kisses trailing under the pajama shorts light fabric.

“Smooching my berry boo” he popped his head up to crush her lips with his own before she could stop him or block the gesture in any way because this shouldn’t have happened.  
By the way he gave attention or the overly spicy taste of his saliva made her skin crawl at this point, Kuvira said she wanted her to break up with him and now, she wanted it as well. She wanted to stop everything while he tried to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue in her mouth and it was impossible to refrain her mind to substitute that repulsive intrusion with Kuvira’s intoxicating yet comfortable touch.

His kisses were sloppy, mindless, overcharged with boundless gentleness and care while the alpha hid wonders behind every single kind of kiss she gave.  
His hands were loving on her body although mostly clumsy and inexperienced; Kuvira’s were strong yet fluid, protective and yet freeing.  
Oh dear Raava, it was true, then. She had been comparing her boyfriend to her alpha for so long now it became customary.

«”Don’t you dare kiss him once we are back.” the alpha snared upon her mouth.»

“Mnnh” she recoiled back —Bolin rushed into her lips anew. 

«“These lips, these hands, Raava..” then panted out, “.. it all belongs to me, Opal.”»

The guy almost tripped back. She panted out, not only incredulous at the force spate through her hands to push him away but at the snarl contorting her mouth as well.

Fuck… I snarled at him?!

«.. leave that beta, for fuck’s sake and stop pretending all this love you two have for each other when the truth is he doesn’t even know you and you clearly never felt comfortable enough to get intimate with him, let alone show him what you truly are.»

“Did I do something wrong?” her boyfriend’s features began to blur.

Yes, “No..”, her breath trembled out into her palm. “Fuck, i’m so sorry..”

Bolin chuckled, resting his hands on the counter beside her thighs, “It’s okay!” 

“I cheated on you.”

At the deadpanned statement, Bolin blinked. Then his brows fell, furrowing into a quizzical expression and if she could die at that very moment, she’d do it. He’s mad, Spirits… I shouldn’t have said it that way, it was brutal and.. he never deserved it.
Dear gorgeous boy, please… forgive me.

“Bolin..” she waggled his arm to get his attention but he wasn’t even flinching after what he just heard. He stayed like this, staring blankly into her core and surging panic into her very bones. 

This was Kuvira’s fault. If she didn’t brainwash her to do that so soon, she’d find a better moment to talk to him about it and if a better moment didn’t exist, she’d find a better way to say it, at least.  
She’d tell him all the things that weren’t working between them first of all, that he was a good boy but damn it, it was so difficult to feel comfortable whenever his touches became more and more intimate because he was such a guy, his citrus and vetiver manly scent was sometimes difficult to breathe in and the tone of his voice wasn’t… simply attuned to her soul. There wasn’t an exact way to describe it, okay? The shape of his piece didn’t quite match hers because maybe they didn’t belong to the same puzzle box and that maybe was a sign that perhaps their touch should’ve stayed at a friendly accord since that’s what deep down they always have been. 

“Bolin!” she bellowed.

“Hah, you too?”

Her eyes widened, “What?” has he been cheated on before? Oh fuck fuck fuck… I’m a MONST—

—“I thought you wanted to talk about that?” he scratched his nape, “This afternoon, on the phone.. you said you wanted to talk to me, so I imagined Zhu Li told you something through Kuvira and found out about Ginger..”

Eh? “Who is Ginger?” 

“Uh.. so the other day you didn’t come to the studio and said those things because you were hinting about it?”

“Bolin, I honestly… dunno what you’re talking about..” she scratched her bangs away “and why would Zhu Li or Kuvira tell me something?”

“Ginger is Nuktuk’s love interest..” he said slowly, opening his palms the way a teacher would do to explain fractions to their students but she wasn’t in first grade, she was a physics-fucking-student and yet she wasn’t prepared for Ginger’s existence? How many chapters has she skipped? Why did Bolin never mention this girl before? Maybe he did but you only listen to 15% of what he usually says about his job. 

Spirits… am I like one of those inattentive husbands who neglects their wives and comes late at night because he cheats on her? Hold on, Bolin’s not a girl!

Wait. 

Did he just say he cheated on me??? No, repeat: Ginger is Nuktuk’s love interest;

She nodded cautiously, “huh uh” 

“And we..” Bolin’s hands spun frantically “may be practiced kissing a lot and Zhu Li found out because I think at first she thought I kinda had a crush on Varrick but then she caught us.. instead.” his voice flexed into a high pitched tone.

“Oh.. wow..” 

The guy’s mouth croaked into a side in an apologetic smile “Yeah, I'm sorry…”

Wow… so… Bo isn’t the dearest gorgeous boy I thought he was? He has been cheating on me while I was………… doing… the same?
That was… saying “unexpected” would’ve been an understatement. Thinking about it, last night Zhu Li sounded suspicious whenever she referred or talked to Bolin directly and Kuvira kept on warning to leave him and repeated it many many times but… it wasn’t because she knew something, was it? She would’ve definitely said something about it if Zhu Li told her or it wouldn’t be Kuvira because… she’d goad about it the entire fucking time… right? Damn, I need to breathe… 

“Honey biscuit…?” Bolin came closer to lay a hand on her shoulder. The worry in his verdant eyes was loud as soft it was in his whisper.  
He has been cheating on her and didn’t only say anything before but he has been acting as if nothing ever happened. He definitely was either a good actor or not really caring about it because at this point the sense of guilt should’ve eaten him the way it did with her. 

How could he just say nothing before? 

How could I do the same to him? 

“So, uh.. hold on a second, do you like her or Varrick?” she held his gaze as it widened. 

“Spirits, no! Varrick is mated and married and honestly you were right when you said he's exhausting but Ginger…” his eyes fell, “She’s.. something..”

“.. I hadn't seen this Ginger at the studio when I accompanied you..” she let out the thought at the swaying of her legs mid air.

Bolin’s head inclined to the side “She hid because she saw us coming..”

“Mmh…” her frown deepened as her eyes fell on the floor. So he like her a lot.. “why would you act as if nothing happened and risk it while someone else could tell me if you feel serious about her?” 

His forehead furrowed but his smile meekly stayed, “Didn’t you do the same to me?” 

“Yes but… you could tell there was something wrong, right?” 

“Yes… well I wanted to tell you of course but.. not while we are still here. I know it was wrong and it’s not an excuse but it all happened very fast and I didn’t want to make things difficult for you with your family too..” 

Oh Raava, we share the same brain cell….
That was exactly the answer she gave to Kuvira but when it came out from her mouth it didn’t sound so wrong the way… the way it was sounding now from Bolin’s. It was wrong and saying it later wouldn’t have made things better; it was worse because the more time passed the more lies were told when this matter should’ve definitely been discussed as soon as it happened. Kuvira scolded her for that and still… that was awful… that… wasn’t her.  
Cheating was something, lying was another completely different one.
Especially when sincerity has always been her virtue and what she made sure everyone would be as well, especially when it came to reprimanding the lawyer for being shady on many occasions just to find out now those very aspects were engraved inside her soul too.

“I know it’s not an excuse and I can’t blame you.. I thought and felt the same way about it but… now I understand how unfair it is…” She rose her gaze into the guy’s one anew. “I had sex with Kuvira..”

“OH WOW..” he gasped, “your sister?!”

“Kuvira is not my sister,” she jumped off the countertop, “she’s not a Beifong!”

“Oh, that makes sense now”

Opal opened her mouth, about to reply before a realization hit her full face. “Bo.. aren’t you even angry?” 

“I mean… this situation is… odd?” the guy chuckled, “I don’t think I get to be angry at you when I cheated on you too, I'd be a hypocrite,” he then shrugged before wrapping her into a gentle hug, “besides… I would never be truly angry at you.”

She bounded her arms up around his waist and sank into the heat of his shirt until her voice came out muffled; “But I did way worse than you! Raava, y-you you should be furious at me, I’d deserve it?” how come he wasn’t yelling right now? Like… okay he didn’t want to act like a hypocrite but he was showing not even a glimpse of hysteria in his laughter, not even a hint of sarcasm in his almost playful tone. If he really cared he would, right? But still.. it was more and more clear how this friendship never really developed into a real romantic relationship by these reactions.  
The affection stored in her heart for him was peremptory but knowing about him being with someone else didn’t make her guts cave in until bleeding. 

It wasn’t making her heart explode in a million pieces the way it did at the sight of Kuvira coming to the restaurant with Zhu Li, last night or the day before out of her place assuming they were in a situationship.  
Yet somehow, breaking up with Bolin was both unpleasant and lenient at the same time.  
It was helpful to know all the guilt and remorse bottled up until this time was shared and heard… however, the emptiness those feelings were leaving was disquieting along with the grief of a relationship that never really was. Because that was what it was after all..

“Bo…” she nudged his shirt until a sob escaped her mouth, “I'm so sorry..”

“It’s okay, cherry pie.. I’m sorry too” he rubbed her back “it’s not the easiest thing in the world, we both made a huge mistake by not talking before… but I love you and I swear I'm not mad at you.” He pecked her head, “Are you?”

“No… you said it, it’s not easy but… thinking about that it would be harder to think of you unhappy with me and.. I know I haven't been a super easy girlfriend to be with.. ”

“Nah, I’ve been pretty pushy lately too and i’m sorry, you’ve been a sweetheart aside from this little incident” 

“Oof…” she squeezed her eyes shut “if it can help, i swear it wasn’t intentional.”

“W-wait, why, she took your virginity without consent?” 

“Not really? I mean I went to her willingly but.. something strange happened” she pulled out enough to face him; his expression narrowed. 

“What do you mean strange? Did she…” 

She shook her head taking a step back. No matter how assertive she ended up being, Kuvira wasn’t the kind of person who abused others, there was no doubt about that. So if she had to think about it, going back to everytime the alpha approached her — however she initiated it— it was surely intense but never quite forced. The way the lawyer laid on her while waiting for her to adjust that very first time sharing something so intimate was so incredibly comforting, the hand caressing her hips back then, somehow still scorched her skin. So, “No, it was consensual but.. there was an overwhelming feeling, Bo..” 

“Overwhelming how?” the guy’s tightening voice followed behind as she, with a heart threatening to break the rib cage, ambled towards the couch with every intention to ground onto something, anything, really.

“I felt.. I still do, feel like.. like whenever she’s not around, my body is different, it’s almost hurtful, especially around my gland scent.” 

She breathed out shakier than expected, grasping onto the couch’s headrest.

“Sometimes I feel bitten. I imagined it was a matter of pheromones or heat or alpha/omega bla blas but nobody ever described it this way.. like.. Jinora is fine away from Kai.” 

“I’m not super sure Korra mentioned something like that either?” Bolin bit his lip, his brows still furrowed but this time his stare wandered away from her own, as if seeking some sort of explanation out of the carpet or the books cluttered on the coffee table. Then he coiled on the spot, “do you think Kuvira did something to your pheromones?”

“How could she?” she snorted, because let’s be honest for a second, that’s very unlikely, there’s nothing she’d gain from her through that even if she wasn’t consenting; “Besides.. is there something able to alter pheromones aside from direct scenting?”

“Drugs, contraceptives, special perfumes..”

“Come on,” a laugh bursted out her lungs “Kuvira would never drug me to have sex!” 

The guy’s face facing her a few steps away whitened. His mouth tightened into a fine line which made her pulse skip a beat, a beat deaf enough to oblige her to sink between the couch cushions.  
She shook her head again, her laugh dwindling to a weak smile. “No, Bo, really. It’s not like she needed to anyway.” she murmured, her sight falling to her own fingers rolling one after another. “To simply put it, what happened with her was moved by our chemistry response, so quick it was a mistake I just couldn’t prevent.. I already told her I regretted it many times..”

“But?”

“But what?” she raised her head catching Bolin in the middle of his footsteps until the cushion next to her huffed.

“You don’t need to be shy about it if you want or need to talk about it.” he grabbed her hand, the expression in his green eyes soft yet shrieked with apprehension, “I may be your ex now, but it doesn’t mean we can’t still share things like besties do” 

Oh, her heart warmed up. His thumb was caressing over her own in slow circles. “I feel like we’re talking with more genuineness now than when we were dating” she chuckled, “anyway, I don’t understand why you say ‘but’. Me and Kuvira have been rivals since we were kids and then.. we presented our second genders and many things didn’t make much sense from then on..”

The guy’s eyes rolled back. 

“How many times have you committed this mistake?”

“I..” 

“don’t lie,” Bo snapped. At that, Opal’s mouth shut, then opened again. Lying has never been taken as an option but admit that now was harder than expected.

She sighed out, “I guess a few..”

“So you’re either dumb or playing the little scientist to fuck around and find out. Annnd you’re clearly not dumb.” 

Fuck it. She sprung up. The sense of nausea boiling down her stomach had dissipated a bit but got back like a bolt, boiling up her throat because this conversation wasn’t going anywhere and dwelling on it was just useless. She wasn’t trying to fuck around to find out things with Kuvira.  

The twilight wrapping the world outside made her stop in front of the window, it was already dark out so it meant she was probably heading home now.

No..

There’s nothing to find out with her because..“I just…” she scratched the fringe off of her forehead, “I just don’t know how to explain this but.. i just can’t stop, Bo.. it’s related to what I said before, Kuvira has an effect on me and sometimes it’s so powerful I can’t escape it, it overcomes me.”

It was then her now ex boyfriend stood from the couch and stepped closer “okay, there may be two explanations to this. First off she may be aware of her power over you and keeps scent marking because she wants something from you, or, differently,” on the window’s reflection, he tilted his head; his voice calm and tentative “what if the effect she has on you isn’t anything strange but a feeling you aren’t allowing yourself to accept?”

“I..I’m not in love with Ku—” 

“Then why are you smiling?” she coiled, mouth shrinking into a line, heat blooming on her cheeks. Was I?  

Bolin’s eyes darted into hers through the glass. Her heart quivered.

“The way you look at her explains everything now. At first I thought it could be admiration or sibling affection but the way you’re talking about it now… why do you keep on saying you made a mistake if you have loved her for so long, Opal?”

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Chapter Text

A calm, intermittent noise made room in the silent night.
Slow, delicate, careful; it seemed to slowly get closer but never too invasive. Until when, in the same way it started, it gently stopped.
The wooden floor creaked slightly, suggesting an image at the source of that sound: steps.
In the intelligible, a movement swallowed in the darkness weakly marked a point in the time span, where time itself seemed to stagnate, immobilize and become infinite. Another movement, and then another. A sudden sensation broke out from the latter.
Cold.
Silence, and then..
Heat.
Something tickled her numbed face without causing an apparent nuisance, but a simple, pleasant relief. A caress.
Before vanishing from her face, the same warmth shifted, expanding on the delicate skin of the girl’s hip, over the belly, going down to the lower abdomen.

An intense musky scent —so familiar and welcoming— seemed to call, infiltrating into every single pore of her tissue. Resurfacing, wrinkled her flesh at the contact.
As soft as butterfly wings, another kind of warmth landed over the artery that ran under the skin of her neck pulsing underneath. The primal forest scent grew steadily and tempting, flaring inside her nostrils.
Impossible to resist it.
Even her own smell now became more intense and bewitching, causing the musky one's excitement to increase its strength, incredibly close. So close, she prayed it engulfed hers, to blend and fuse in unison... finally becoming one.

The same warmth pressed against her lips and as it started in slow waves, the kiss muted more and more into a demanding urge; pushing her tongue into those familiar lips, asking for even more. Breaths combined together between their mouths deepening that connection but it wasn’t enough, it was never enough.
An indecipherable whisper resonated between her lips. Then another, still too blurry, until it became clearer in its simplicity, indispensable.

"You're mine"

Words formed inside her throat, pushing forward in need to be released, stopped by an unknown force. She fought it until barely breathing out:

“yes”

“..yes” Opal said again in a breath into the silence. Her eyes opened. Something changed. Trying to shut and reopen them again resulted to be useless. Although that intense feeling stayed, something seemed to be missing, everything appeared motionless.

Everything now was quieter.. colder again.
With the back of her hand she rubbed the sweat-soaked forehead and neck where wet hair stuck.
The feeling of absence was incredibly present. This was the only thing the alpha had left in her: a sense of emptiness inside her chest where her heart ran madly. Pulsing all over her body, throbbing in her sex begging to be satisfied. 

A wheezing. Low and continuous was the only thing preventing complete silence to fill the room. As she checked beside, Bolin’s relaxed silhouette rose and fell in the shadow with each deep breath.  
The sense of drowsiness blended with the room’s gloominess smudged her vision into a blur, especially when she rolled to the side to check the time on her phone; 2:57 am. 

She blinked, clicking the screen off and sitting on the edge of the bed to find her chest tightening into a grip. So she palmed it, trying to get a hold onto her heart competing in a race she never consented to run, oblivious to the prize of it all. 

Her pulse shoved against her hand, against each palm line now slippery in sweat because something was clearly bothering her, yet she couldn’t.. coul—

Water..

With fret pushing her body to find relief, Opal staggered along the hallway but as stumbling on the carpet, instincts obliged her to hold onto something, anything that could help her from tripping over and yet, whatever her hand slapped on was cold and not exactly easy to cling to. Fortunately enough she managed to stay on her feet anyway, her legs slightly shaking while her pulse quadrupled its rhythm.  
She panted out, plastering the back against the wall till sliding slowly into a sitting position. A hand to her chest and the other… is that?

Baatar Jr's smiley face in the framed picture made her recoil. Her younger self was sitting on his shoulders, both trying to catch up with Wing and Wei dashing on the close-up, playing pirates in their favorite place, that same poppy field she had been wandering around that very afternoon, before her mother called her out her reminiscing.  
It was easy to miss her brothers, playing around and laughing as if nothing bad in the world could ever happen. They must been having the best holiday trip of their life and it still stung a bit they had said nothi— 

Hold on.. mom? What a coincidence she came to the same place today…

Opal raised from the poppy field earlier that afternoon; her mother’s figure was not too far, down to the river shoreline. She waved her hand up in the sky.  
Suyin was standing with her arms behind her back, her silver locks swinging over her relaxed facial features at the wind’s whims.

“Mom” a frail smile curled the corner of her lips up as soon as approaching her down the valley. 

“Taking a break before coming back?” her low warm voice calmed and tensed up her already tormented soul at the same time.  
So she shrugged, moving over her mother’s presence to dip a toe into the river’s water, 

“Kind of”. That’s nice..

“Monday you’ll go back to Republic City.. we were planning a goodbye gathering tomorrow evening, if you agree.”

Opal’s rose her chin up. The afternoon sun hit her eyes and although her lashes provided some sort of shielding, the direct golden warmth brought a sense of dizziness along with a strong urge to cry. Emotionally exhausted and physically drained, it was hard to fake happiness, particularly in front of her mother of all people. 

There was always something with her, something she couldn’t explain, an affection stained with an inexplicable sense of rage making a completely healthy relationship unfeasible, especially through years of miscommunication.  
More often than not she got accustomed to put the blame on Kuvira for stealing her mother’s attention and care from her because it was easier to do that than admit how hurtful the fact her own mother preferred others' company than hers in general was, instead. Perhaps it was due their opposite second gender, their opinions tending to divert most of the time or simply because her mother was an extrovert more than she would ever hoped to be. 

The perks of being an introverted omega daughter with an inferiority complex. Your alpha mother will never a hundred percent understand you, no matter how emphatic she might be.

At this moment she didn’t aim to be fully understood but at least, her mother’s concern seemed real as she kept gazing with a knowing look before, without any hint of nosiness in her tone, she whispered: “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“I just don’t want to go back to the city..” truth be told, these words felt the realest, helping a little bit of stress exude off of her head as soon as they escaped from her brain. The worry that confession could result in a spasmodic amount of questions related to that topic in 27 different ways, however, shook Opal only after her mother began to open her mouth so she spat out: “Can I ask you something?” 

Su’s lips clasped in a smirk. “Shoot.”

“Why isn’t Kuvira my sister?”

The alpha’s thin brows rose almost imperceptibly —visibly struck by the subject— yet after years of exercising, it was easy to read each shift in her mother’s micro expressions.  
She was subtle but not impossible to understand.

“Wait,” the woman crossed her arms, “are you asking why we didn’t adopt her?”

Opal nodded, knowing perfectly her mother would get the message even if she turned back to catch her distorted reflection in the river’s flow.

“Well… back as soon as she got here we made a deal, that’s all” yeah, ‘that’s all’, as if making a deal with a foster kid begging for help was a frequent event.  
The girl sighed, closing her eyes at the water incessant passage carrying pebbles in the way and turned. Her mother had taken a seat on the fresh lawn —which was unlike her doing so while wearing tailored clothes— so she appreciated the effort and joined her with a huffing.

“What deal?”

Suyin chortled, “I'm not allowed to divulge this information, dear.” she wiped dirt off of Opal’s forearm; “Kuvira made me and your father swear it, back then!”

Swear? Oh that’s so Kuvira; she’d make even ants pledge loyalty and work for her if they could only speak the same language. She could be very persuasive and so could her mother.   

Opal bit her lip; why didn’t Kuvira talk about this by now if it was so important, though? Why did she change her expression as soon as it slipped out of her mouth earlier? If the lawyer wasn’t going to say something, there should’ve been a way to make her mother talk instead, “Uh, well earlier w-we were starting to talk about it but then” she shrugged, “she told me I could ask you better because today she’s a bit busy, so..”

Suying olivine eyes narrowed as she tilted her head to the side. Her hair followed the fluid movement, falling on her sharp lean jaw until her lip corner curled into a cheshire grin. “I must be dreaming or is my daughter finally lying straight to my face?” 

“I-n not!” Opal’s face burst on fire. 

“Awww my baby,” the woman shrieked, strangling her in a bear hug strong enough to push both their bodies to loll back and forth before ending up fully laying on the ground with their lungs full of laughter. “I just found out you stutter when you lie, how precious!” 

The girl panted out, letting her thorax drop at the exhale; “I’m sorry..” 

“It’s okay” her mother brushed off with a genuine (almost proud?) smile. And it was okay, heartwarming even; that one experience was enough for a lifetime. Enough lying, enough hiding. Since getting there she has done nothing but be everything she has never been. A dishonest person. That was enough, really. The day could’ve ended there for what it mattered, she wouldn’t head to her dome and she wouldn’t confess anything to Bolin because Kuvira ordered her to. 

It was her fault anyway.

“Tell me, have you ever felt strange around Kuvira?” 

It was her turn to lift her brows up the fringe as turning the head to face her mother. ‘All the time‘ she wished to say but simply ended up asking: “strange in what way?” 

The woman held her gaze with practical speed, she was studying her knowledge about this, it was obvious she knew the answer but explained further nonetheless; “Do you get some sort of deja vus or… does something happen inside you when you get far from her?”  

“Huh… yes, it does happen a lot..” she opted for crystal clear honesty, “It's because we are both unmated, right?” sometimes the heat cycles coming closer could be the culprit. It was pretty common among Omegas and Alphas. It wouldn’t be surprising if everything that happened between them was just the result of their pheromones getting in contact and storming as soon as they were in far proximity. That was a chemical reaction and everyone knew it.  

Her mother too, that’s why she kept on holding her stare, this time stilling as if time itself decided to stop at the crease of those green beryls engraved in the woman’s eyes, at the pinkish line of her mouth stretching in a wise, loving turn.

“Mom?”

What do you really know about this?

“Why are you smiling?”

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