Little Lamb

Being His

Louis tossed the salad with such focus it had to amuse the Alpha seated across from him at the kitchen island. He glared briefly at his mate before returning to his attention on dinner. The culinary arts were not what came easily to Louis while they seemed to be merely another set of Harry's amassed skills. Just recently he's begun to tick off the success in making certain dishes, initially under Harry's close inspection, and tonight had lasagne, salad and cheesecake on the menu.

"Having fun, lamb?" Harry was analysing what lay before him on his Macbook screen but the quirk of his eyebrow was all for Louis.

His Omega rolled his eyes and liberated the lasagne from the oven with finesse. "Oh shut it. You could have done that in your office, you know."

Harry hummed, pinching his bottom lip with that trademark seductiveness that came to the Alpha like air stuck to living lungs. Something as menial as tapping his pencil or removing his tie after a day of client appointments had the power to make Louis shudder. "I would not dare disgrace my mother by being a subpar Alpha and allowing you to tackle this new venture alone."

"Sure." Louis set the casserole down on a cooling rack and kept it excellently hidden when his finger made contact with the sizzling porcelain. He looks up, seeking an alternate topic to throw any possibility that Harry noticed his incident but the Alpha is already standing. "Weren't you supposed to meet that Hamptons client today?"

"Yes." Harry's eyes were green every other day but right now they were dark crystals containing single stars. He had a frown etched onto his forehead when he rounded the corner and Louis just ended up getting crowded against the counter after a poor escape attempt. "Do you wish for me to leave you more often?"

"Of course not." Louis tried ducking under Harry's arm in trying to reach the fridge but his Alpha hauled him back into these tight confines, bringing the burnt appendage to his lips.

Harry kissed Louis' fingertip and gave his derriere a firm squeeze before backing away, returning to his seat. "I rescheduled the client for tomorrow. There were site checks I had to get done today."

"Oh right." Louis minutely shakes his head to rid his conscience of Harry's mercurial approach. One second had him backing Louis up against the wall until their skin touched and the next he's settling in for more blueprint scans. "I've never been to any of your sites. How's the one in Switzerland coming along?"

"You most likely never will, lamb. My sites are occupied by Alphas and a rare few Betas in their prime." Harry scowls at the notebook he's scribbling on at the prospect. "The Switzerland skyscraper was completed a week ago. I refused to attend the opening ceremony."

"Why?" Louis dished out his dinner and Harry's, the suitable proportions being something of vivid comparison. Harry's salad was always greater in quantity than Louis' while his dessert was minimal.

Harry accepted the plate from his mate blindly, making Louis laugh under his breath at how robotic he became when he had to multitask. Once, the Omega had laid in bed beside Harry for three hours before the Alpha noticed he was doodling teacups and stick figures on his arm. "The expense of travelling to Switzerland to see a building I had constructed exactly as I imagined it, is not economical."

Louis had to feed Harry his dinner or the Alpha would forget to eat entirely until it was too late and against his dietician's routine for him. Each forkful was met with silent gratitude that the Omega need not hear to revel in. He stood at the sink whilst washing the dishes and sipping from his wine glass when arms closed around him, a strong scent washed over him with a shiver.

"Finally decided I was worth abandoning your work for?" Louis jested, but the growl he was met with was far too hostile. He angled his head to meet Harry's gaze, nudging the Alpha's cheek with a little whine. "I'm kidding, Harry."