Sugar Coated

20

Delaney Linwood

    Em sat down on the bed next to me. Even without a bond with him, I could feel his energy bouncing off the walls of the room around us. "You should change."

    "I should," It felt like we were just constantly trading spots on the bed, jumping up just as the other sat down. I almost laughed at the feeling of it, reminding me of those first intimate moments I'd shared with Sam Ross back when we both didn't know what the hell we were doing and had more nerves than either of us knew what to do with.

    I stood up then and emptied my pockets onto the dresser on the left; keys, wallet, and phone, before I stepped in front of the Sinclair pack's omega.

    Em was beautiful. He was too beautiful for his own good I think. He was taller than Foster and had a stronger build to him. I'd have told you he didn't look quite like an omega should, there were sharper lines hidden in his features than what you'd usually expect. They mingled with the soft parts of him too, the sleepy eyes and the pouted lips, meshing into something siren-like. When I looked at him I could see the foundations of what traditionalist designation doctrines skewed about Omegas.

    "You should start with your sweater," He leaned back just a touch where he sat on the bed, his arms out behind him with me standing between his legs.

    He was right, I should start with my sweater. The offending sweater came off in a quick swipe, over my shoulders, and onto the floor. Much to his dismay I still had the camisole on underneath, and I could tell it irked him from the way his shoulders let go of a hint of their tension. That and he snorted when he caught sight of it.

    "I'd assume this should go next as well since you're telling me what to do?" I snapped the strap of the cami against my skin.

    "To be fair I think I've done very well seeing as I usually get what I want as soon as I ask," He looked at me curiously then, "Except when it comes to you. Three months. I think I've been patient long enough." His fingers slipped along the skin of my stomach, teasing the edge of the fabric.

    "You've been very patient, Em."

    A purr rumbled to life in his chest, surprising me.

    "Yes, the cami should go next, Delaney."

"What are you going to do about it?"

    His smile was a devilish curve that bared the sharpened point of his teeth as his fingers bit into the sides of my hips. His hands were warm where they slid along my stomach, but it didn't stop goosebumps from pebbling along my skin and a shiver running down m back as he slipped the little white under shirt up and up and up until he could pull it over my head entirely, leaving me in yet another scrap of clothing.

    "What should I do with this?" I glanced down at my bra, silently wishing I'd at least half tried to listen to Rosie and put on a nicer one. But, this one was comfortable and wouldn't get itchy if I wore it for too long. It had seen a few too many washes though, and one of them had been with a new pair of pants which had turned it a faint shade of blue/grey.

    Em's purr was a hum as he stared at it, one finger slipping underneath the center strap, "Well you certainly shouldn't wear it to bed. I'd imagine it'd be uncomfortable to sleep in."

    "Probably." I felt indecent here in this pack's territory fraternizing with their omega, though I suppose it would go both ways and their omega was fraternizing with an outside pack relation under their nose. But, was it really under their noses if they were interested too? How does that apply if it was a weird pack courting thing? Because that's what this was, wasn't it?