The Alpha And The Omega 3

Chapter 68

(A/N)

Okay y'all. Let me just do a quick thing.

So the whole #MitchTops idea was kind of... Equally split, I'd say.

So I'm planning on writing two smut chapters, one with Mitch topping, and one with Scott topping.

BUT THAT ISN'T TIL TOMORROW CUZ I SORT OF HAVE TO SWALLOW MY PRIDE AND WRITE THE DAMN THINGS XD

But I'll make it abundantly clear which chapter is which, in case you'd prefer not to read one of them.

(I just didn't want to leave anyone out, haha)

*AGAIN THAT IS TOMORROW. *

BUT HERE IS THE BUILD UP FOR IT ;)

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Scott set Mitch down gently on their large bed, before taking a step back to admire him in the wedding dress that graced his body.

Mitch blushed a little, but made no move to cover himself in any way. "Alpha...?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Do you... Does it look okay?"

Scott shook his head slowly in disbelief, taking a step forward to grab Mitch's hand. "My goodness... I've never seen something so beautiful in all my life."

"Are you talking about the dress or me?" Mitch asked quietly, but with a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Scott smirked right back. "You. Definitely you... Always you, my love. And I can prove it, if you'd like to get out of this lovely outfit."

"My Lord, are you trying to get me naked?" Mitch asked, in mock accusation.

Scott laughed once. "When am I not?"

Mitch giggled too, standing up in front of Scott before placing his hands gently on Scott's chest. "Can we wait one second?"

"Anything you need, baby."

Mitch stared into his eyes, feeling Scott place his hands on Mitch's lower back while Mitch reached up to set one of his hands on Scott's shoulder, the other on his face. "You have really pretty eyes."

"Thank you, Sweetheart. So do you."

They spent a few minutes just staring into each others' eyes, until Mitch finally removed his hands from Scott's body although he didn't move from Scott's hold. "Can we take a bath?"

"Of course, baby. Want me to put bubbles in it?"  He asked with a playful smile.

Mitch giggled at the word. "Yes please."

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Now the couple sat in the warm bathtub, Scott behind Mitch with his arms around him tightly. Every now and then he would glance over to Mitch's wedding dress, that was now hung on the bathroom door in a protective, plastic cover.

Mitch did the same, staring at it while he held Scott's hands against his own stomach.

"I..." Scott began, but never finished.