The Things You Left Behind | Kiribaku Omegaverse |

I've Got You

Eventually, the chilly morning had washed away with the steady moving sun, becoming a sunny midday, a clear afternoon and finally a cold dark night. Without cloud cover, the shadowy blanket of the sky had been decorated with a pattern of stars, scattered like spilt glitter over black satin. The glow of the city lights illuminated the world below, a pool of sparkling lights of all colours amongst the forests as it reflected the glimmer of the sky. Cars flowed downs roads, keeping bodies contained in temporary warmth from the icy shadows that pressed themselves against the tinted windows. People drifted in and out of main street buildings, some breathing the cold in with a will to forget it and go out on the town, others wishing the opposite, rushing to cars and trains to find more stable comfort in their own homes. The night though, was one that rocked you gently into peaceful calm like all cold nights did, the sparkling city lights and distant watching stars doing wonders to blind oneself from the fears of dim lit backstreets.

Sitting by the window, I drank in the bright sights and muffled noise of the concrete landscape from the warmth of my apartment kitchen. But the view did nothing to numb the twitch that plagued my hands, my fingers dancing tensely on the surface of my coffee cup. I was uncontrollably nervous, annoyingly excited and quite uncomfortable all at the same time. Pre-heat pain had already begun to throb in my lower stomach, bringing with it the dawning realisation that this was actually happening.

Kirishima is helping me through my heat.

I took a quick sip of coffee, my face scrunching in disgust as I banished away my frustratingly vivid imagination. What am I? Some quivering virgin maiden? Shit. It wasn't as if the alpha had never fucked me before. In fact, it had come as almost second nature to us both since the age of eighteen to stay close during my heats, no questions asked, no complaints uttered. Of course, Kirishima had to be a fucking gentleman and held himself back until he was sure I had been ready, even going as far to reaffirm afterwards that it hadn't done anything to make me uncomfortable. I let him know often how much it irritated me; we were fated mates so he didn't need to be so fucking cautious. But he grinned each time, shrugging it off. I suppose, he knew it kept me happy at heart, even if I never told him. He became more relaxed later on anyway.

Even so, I felt like my body had completely forgotten his touch over five years, trembling like a leaf at the thought of any sexual interaction from him. My blood would have been boiling at my own reaction if it weren't for the quick pace of my heart beat. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to be feeling, but I was uneasy non-the-less. It was the way my instincts danced, racing with impatience down my veins after being set free to mess up my hormones again, sending a buzz throughout my entire body. Basically, I was uneasy with the fact that my body was so sure of its excitement. It was like having an irrational argument with a being of constant optimism. And constant sexual appetite, apparently.

It may have been okay, if it were only me, but in the apartment hallway Kirishima had been pacing the floor for at least few hours. It was mildly frustrating to watch, putting me rather more on edge than I'd like to be. It was subtle most of the time. The alpha would go down the hall for a book, back out to the loungeroom to just sit and read, go back into his room to charge his phone, back out again to chat and so on. Sometimes he'd come sit by me on the kitchen bench by the window, check whether I was hungry or not or just stay for a while in silence. I was partly concerned Kirishima would wear a hole through the floor, he had passed the one spot so many times. But another part of me was watching him more carefully.

The alpha's voice wavered when he spoke, flowing between his usual tone and a soft, slow one, as if his mind was somewhere else. He didn't look at me either. At least, not directly. I could feel his gaze while I watched the city outside, making my skin tingle under the intensity of it. And when I occasionally caught its fleeting stare over me, the spit seconds I saw of the emotions in his eyes imprinted straight into my memory. The crimson colour, flecked by the starry lights outside, was shadowed by a storm, and matched with a subtle frown.