Heat Struck

Hello. Merry Christmas again. So as per popular demand of an AU that has never ventured upon by other Jenlisa fanfics. Or if some did then it's quite rare. I am honestly awed for the readers who although does not know ABO AUs yet; ventured and willingly accepted "Surrender". So I am here to grant you another one and I hope you will like this one like the last. So this would be a little gift from me although the content is rated M. I hope no kids will lurk around here. And as always be fairly warned.

So without further delay.

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Jennie had no idea what she was doing anymore. It was past midnight, and here she was: disheveled in her bathrobe, slugging cheap wine and thumbing through page after page of dick pics on her phone. Not exactly her finest hour, to say the least. Blame it on pheromones. Her heat was coming.

Yesterday in the office, she'd merely felt mildly funny. Her shirt had clung more than usual, and her pulse sometimes leapt to her throat for no reason. Nayeon and Irene had looked at her strangely, but that was nothing new - at least for the them. By early evening, however, the funny feeling had departed for a very familiar one.

Her body had begun to clamor its needs as she wrapped up her last meeting with the team from Kang Developments. She'd almost embarrassed herself by puking all over the conference room desk, but managed to hold it together only by the skin of her teeth. Worse still, she'd had to decline a dinner invite that would have certainly furthered her career. Omega woes, once again.

By the time Jennie made it home, her belly roiled with cramps, and her brain had long ago departed for another, saner land. Lily, her cat, greeted her with an expectant prrrt and received a hurried head scratch in return, and a handful of kibble in her bowl. The ragdoll turned her up her nose at such coarse treatment, but Jennie didn't stop to console her. She fled into her bedroom, shedding clothes as she went, and dove into the drawer for her trusty 'cycling aide'.

Several hours and two rounds of batteries later, she was still gritting her teeth and flexing her thighs, pacing the apartment because laying on her bed and panting only made her predicament seem worse. Lily had long ago given up on her and curled up in her cat tree, brown eyes luminous as she surveyed the scene, but Jennie couldn't settle.

This was going to be an absurdly bad heat. She could tell. The precursor was worse than her worst heat in college had been, and she couldn't imagine what the real peak would feel like when it hit. This was going to be bad, and she was already contemplating things that would never have otherwise crossed her mind.

Normally, she rode her heats out alone. The busy life of a graphic designer left little room for relationships, aside from a few failed flings with coworkers. She'd had to cut the last one off in a rather excessive fashion, and from then on, had sworn off the dating pool until she got her business off the ground. That had been some time ago, and her friend Rosé was always rolling her eyes, asking when Jennie would, quote, 'get dicked down already so you can quit whining about it'.

This was, theoretically, all Rosé's fault. Rosé had forcibly downloaded the app onto her phone, at the last girl's night out, several weeks prior. Jennie had rambled about how hard it was to find someone in her line of work, and Rosé - while sighing loudly - had asked for Jennie's phone. She'd unthinkingly handed it over, then sputtered when she saw Rosé open the App Store.

"What are you doing?" She'd tried to snatch the phone back, but the beta deftly avoided her grasp, and entered Jennie's passcode without hesitation.

"Downloading AlphaMatch onto your phone." Rosé shouted over the thumping bass from the dance floor below. She slid Jennie's phone back. "Start swiping through some good-looking alphas, get yourself satisfied, and then come tell me I'm a good friend."