Seth blinked, turning to face Peter. “Really?” He asked, raising a brow. “And why is that?”
“I was raised to respect them. Before it became this weird idea that omegas are only good for breeding, they were highly respected and cherished. As an alpha, it’s hard to feel that cherished.”
Peter hated flying but it was the only way to get the island and the beach house he’d bought for the summer. As they got off the plane and got into the rental waiting for them, he leaned over to kiss his new bride. “Close your eyes, it’s a surprise where we’re going.” he said with a grin.
Steve nodded slowly, pulling the jacket around him a bit tightly. He got a whiff of the alpha’s scent on it and that was really all it took. He bit back the soft whimper that tried to escape. Peter smelled.. warm… like cinnamon and honey on a cold day. He pressed his nose to the collar of the jacket and then caught Peter looking at him and quickly stopped, dropping his head down a bit, but refusing to give up the warm coat.
Peter was worried his scent would set the omega off, but he wanted Steve comfortable. Hearing the barely there little whimper made his lips twitch upwards. Steve was beautiful but he was very guarded, and Peter knew that if he wanted to get close enough to make Steve happy, he would have to go slow. “I don’t mind, Steve. I just don’t want you uncomfortable.” he explained.
Celine smirked and looked up at Peter. “Probably nothing,” She chuckled and poked his nose. “I just wanted to be dramatic like you for a moment.” She teased him.
Peter rolled his eyes. “Is that because of the little eye flash I did when that drunken fool put his hand up the back of your skirt?” he asked as he leaned to kiss her.
Steve looked over at Peter slowly. “I… I’m not sure,” he answered quietly. “I… I am a bit cold, though… if you have a jacket, that would be nice…” He swallowed hard, shivering a bit but also trying to keep from doing so, not wanting to draw more attention to himself.
Peter tilted his head and moved to take his jacket off, folding it to hand it over the table. “I know you wanted to avoid anything alpha, but it’s the best I have at the moment.” He replied. “Food will be here soon. If you need more, just say so. Okay?”
“I just need to see about the rest of my family.” Peter replied tensely, still hurt but willing to face that if only to check on his nieces and nephews, his siblings. “I know they had to have come to the hospital, I need to see them.”
Peter hummed, letting his eyes flash red. “Look at the beautiful little witch showing off,” he mused, smiling. “You look delicious, love.”
Steve nodded slowly, setting down the menu. “The ham and cheese omelet with a side of sausage links, hashbrowns with cheese and white toast,” he said quietly. “Thank you…” He swallowed and wrapped his arms around himself loosely.
Peter watched Steve and wished he could comfort him somehow. “Of course, Steve.” he said softl, fighting the urge to purr comfortingly. He didn’t know ow Steve would take it and he’d been through enough as it was. When the waiter came back, he gave Steve’s order perfectly and then his own, politely asking for some more coffee at the end. Once alone again, he reached to sip at his coffee again. “Is there anything I can do to help you relax? Some tea or a jacket?”
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“That wasn’t an invitation, asshole. I do what I have to in order to make sure I make it through the day.”
Peter half groaned, half sighed. “For the love of gods, Chris.” he replied. “I’m not stupid, I know somewhere in there you still give a damn.” It was an uphill battle, but that one kiss just days before had said so much more than weeks of this cat and mouse game. “And you can’t say that kiss was nothing.”
Peter gave a grin, watching her. “I am very aware, my love.” He mused, walking over. “And what did you have planned?”
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