I dunno. This is a bit of a mess. But, thank you Amtrak - and girl who was sitting next to me on the train, if you looked over my shoulder I'm Sorry.

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After the date, Tori had started to wear more skirts - not to school, or for hanging out with the alphas, but at other times. It was impossibly tempting. Jade had always been so good at not looking, not touching, not caring in public. She wasn't one of those omegas who had no independent existence outside of her alpha. But ever since that date where Tori had essentially slapped her in the face with the fact that she was a girl and wanted to be treated as one - on occasion - Jade felt like things had opened up. The place inside of her which was nothing but struggle and hatred, fighting against herself, against her submission, against the desperation that drew her to alphas - now only to this one specific alpha, the one who now was the target of all the hate and desperation and fear - that place could still. She could rest.

She had another option. She didn't have to be the omega all the time. She didn't have to cling or submit. She could possess. Not that she wanted Tori hanging off of her either. That happened often enough as it was and it was suffocating. But when she wore skirts, Jade let herself look.

She was subtle about it. She looked without turning her head, but she let her eyes linger on legs and hips, and the slight curve of her ass. She could tell Tori noticed, and was pleased by it. And Jade thought she might be okay with that.

On those days she stayed nearby, always slightly to the rear, and close - close enough to step between Tori and anyone else who might be sidling a little too far into her personal space. And occasionally, when they were forced into tight proximity, she would rest her hand on the small of her back, or a little lower. Though what she really wanted to do was cup the bare skin of her leg and slide up.

As her heat grew nearer and nearer it took more and more effort to not scoot her desk right next to Tori's and do it during class.

But she was being good. She would be good until Friday night. Or, well, that had been the plan.

Somehow, Jade had managed to get wrangled in to going to the movies with the whole crowd on Friday. She had been planning on going on a date - but no. Cat wanted to see the new Bond, which looked to be absolutely terrible, and Andre and Robbie and Beck were all enthused. Worse. Tori was enthused. Jade got pissed, and shouted at her when she said she wanted to go. But then Cat had tugged on her arm and pouted, saying, "Mom will only let me go if you drive us." And so, Jade was forced into playing chauffeur.

As Jade drove down Tori's street, Cat bopping along to a song beside her, she spotted her alpha waiting on the sidewalk, and her knuckles on the steering wheel went white.

Tori had worn a skirt - a short skirt. And there was only skin underneath. No nylons, no fishnets, just showing off her Californian tan to the sky. It was clearly to get back at her for the shouting. (How did Tori manage to figure it out, damn it? She knew just what had caused the outburst and how to make it six times worse!)

The three goddamn beta boys were going to be a pain about this.

Jade pulled up right in front of the curb where Tori was waiting and leaned out her rolled-down window. "Looking for business?" she inquired. "I've got twenty bucks."

Tori rolled her eyes. "Don't be a gank," and then she leaned down and kissed her.

Cat shrieked in excitement.

Jade smiled. Tori wasn't going to make her pay for her outburst. This movie just might be worthwhile.

However, Jade totally hadn't overreacted. The skirt was actually that short. All three boys did a double-take, though Beck was the most subtle about it. He grinned at Jade though and gave her a subtle thumbs up. Jade just glared. She hadn't forgiven him for going after Tori, even though finding out she was an alpha and then the whole mess ending with them mating and being a couple was probably enough punishment. Andre catcalled. Robbie turned purple, and Jade grabbed Rex and threw him over the wall into the dumpsters before he could comment.

"Hey!"

"You can fish him out after the movie!"

Then she grabbed Tori's hand. Tori looked at her, rather surprised. Jade pulled the twenty out of her pocket. "Here," she said. "You're bought for tonight. No moonlighting."

"Jade."

Jade quirked an eyebrow in response.

In the theatre she scanned the audience. It was an early showing, not too crowded. There were a few open rows near the back. The group went for the first one, but Jade dragged Tori to the last one.

"What? We're not sitting with everyone?"

"You can talk to them about it afterwards. I want you to myself now."

"Okay." Tori offered her dumb 'you're being nice to me' grin again.

Jade shook her head and forced her to sit. "Tell me when you're sick of it."

"When I'm sick of it?"

"I've been training you. This movie is shit. You should be able to tell. Let me know when you've had enough."

Tori looked surprised, but intrigued. Then she settled in to watch the movie, and Jade watched her.

It hurt a little, to watch her. Because here, breathing her in in a dark theatre mostly on their own, she couldn't focus on all of the shit that had happened. She couldn't make herself hate it. She couldn't even make herself hate herself. She was the one who had failed to fix things, impress her father, fight back, figure out that Gavin was the worst. But it didn't matter now. Tori had done nothing wrong. Tori had saved her from her own failures. And now she was here, and she almost felt like it was okay.

She couldn't hate Tori for saving her. Not anymore.

It still wasn't fair. Tori was cute and nice and considerate and everything that Jade didn't deserve and shouldn't get. But if it was on offer, Jade was going to take it. She would take her. And if she wouldn't specify anything she wanted in return, Jade would have to figure out what she could give.

Jade leaned over until their shoulders brushed. Tori gave her a surprised glance, but didn't move away. She looked back up at the screen, watching the endless previews involving fast cars, explosions, hard-bodied alphas, half-dressed female betas, and omegas in danger - there was possibly a pit of snakes involved in one. Jade let her hand slide down and twist into Tori's. Tori squeezed her hand. It was kind of humiliating exactly how comforting that was. But comfort hadn't been the intent. These idiot movies could be absorbing, even though they were bad. She had to remind her that there was something more interesting on offer.

When the first super-shiny bond car came on the screen, Jade started rubbing her thumb up and down over Tori's hand. A slight tension ran through her, but then she relaxed, leaning into her, her scent warming. At the first explosion, Jade rested her head on Tori's shoulder. At the third explosion, Tori yawned and started rubbing her hand back.

"You're right," she whispered. "This is pretty bad."

"Good girl."

Tori grinned, shaking her head slightly. Jade moved in to kiss her. Tori kissed back and sighed when Jade sucked lightly on her lower lip.

"I really don't look like a hooker in this skirt, do I?"

If that wasn't an invitation, what was? Jade put her hand on Tori's thigh, smooth warm bare skin. Her thumb played with the hem of the skirt. "If I was your alpha and I thought you wore it for anyone but me, I would be seriously pissed."

"Only if you were an alpha? I thought Beck would really like it."

Jade sunk her nails into Tori's leg. Tori squeaked and batted her away. "You know I wore it for you!"

Jade leaned in and pressed a harsh kiss against her mouth. "Yeah. I know."

"Shhh!" someone hissed.

Jade whirled and readied to savage them. But hands caught her wrists and Tori pulled her back toward her.

"Leave them alone," Tori whispered. "I want you to pay attention to me."

Jade shook her head, looking up through her lashes with a slight wry grin. "I can totally do that."

The next kiss lingered, sweet and slow and lazy. Jade cupped Tori's hip, with one hand, the fingertips tracing up her side, over her ribs. Tori twitched and giggled into her mouth. Then Jade's hand was at her breast and pressed into it. Tori squeaked and her nipple hardened, tight against her palm.

"Bite your tongue," Jade murmured into her ear. "Or they'll throw us out."

Tori dug her teeth into her lower lip and nodded hurriedly.

Jade tugged up her shirt and let her hand curl around soft hot skin. She pressed her lips against Tori's throat, She could feel her larynx jerk as she strained not to make a sound. Soft whimpers echoed in her throat. Jade nipped and sucked and licked, testing her control. The heat was rising in her. Two days - three at most, and she wanted Tori like she would want water in the desert. Two - three days, and she would beg to be fucked. But right now she still had some control. Tori was panting under her. Jade let her hand slip between her legs, letting her fingers caress her inner thigh.

Tori stiffened. "What are you-"

Jade kissed her to shut her up. She didn't move her hand forward, just petted. Teasing, soft and easy. She was sure that Tori would freak if she pushed it too fast. But the warmth between her legs was getting hot, and she was kissing back - if only tentatively. Jade broke the kiss. Tori looked at her, eyes wide and brown and limpid.

"Thoughts?" Jade murmured, raising an eyebrow to emphasize the need for a response. The movie was too loud to be heard over at the moment, helicopters and rock music, but communication was occurring.

Slowly, Tori took a breath, and nodded.

"Good girl." The scent of arousal that those words released made Jade grin like a pussycat. Tori was better at lip reading than she had thought. "Very good."

And Jade extended her fingers, drawing them up the damp crotch of Tori's underwear. She didn't look away, and Tori's eyes stayed fixed on hers. She could see the slight widening, hear the tiny little gasp. Fuck, it was beautiful. Jade's gut was tight with desire - and not the widespread receptivity of heat, but active, needy, fired-up desire that meant if she didn't have hands on skin and an arm full of panting alpha in five minutes, she was going to explode.

She walked her fingers up that strip of cloth, and felt it get wet.

Tori's breath was rough, but her shoulders were shaking, with something restrained - fear? Her eyes kept flicking to the rest of the audience, their heads all turned toward the screen, but still there, so close. Jade crawled right into her lap.

Movie theatre seating was designed so this wouldn't happen. It was a tight squeeze, but Tori had annoyingly skinny hips and Jade straddled her lap, her hand nestled in the tight vee of her thighs. Tori lurched toward her, wrapping her arms around her like strangling vines, burying her face in her shoulder. Jade twitched the cloth aside and felt the vibrations as Tori groaned into her.

(She loved that. She loved that Tori wasn't the sort of girl who just crossed her ankles and nibbled at her lower lip as she got fingered in a movie theatre. She loved that she knew she was the first here - the first one ever to touch her like this. And Jade wasn't going to let anyone else have a shred of her innocence. She was going to take every damn scrap.)

Jade dipped in, just a taste - tight and wet. Fingers slippery, she slid upward, finding the nub of her clit. Tori seized in her arms, and Jade felt it emerge from the hood. So that was what an alpha girl felt like down there. That was solid. You could do something with that. (Not distinct from a beta female her ass, but, of course, girls didn't measure.)

Jade dipped back down to moisten her fingers. Tori's nails clawed into her back. Her body was shuddering. Jade teased with going in farther, just one finger. Tori's grip tightened. Her chest heaved - the roughness vivid even though Jade could only feel it, and not hear it. She was going to fuck this girl, bend her over and break her - for the first time - and she was going to love it. But not now - wait until she could let her scream.

With wet fingers she circled her clit, glad to be pinning her down, keeping her hips from jerking. She teased her, teasing out one rough pant after the next, tightness, a moan of discontent.

"God, Jade. Please?"

Tori's eyes were wet, mascara running - what wasn't already rubbed off on Jade's shirt. The girl didn't know what she was asking for. Jade kissed her, just a light chaste kiss, and then let her fingers twitch - once, sliding up and rubbing right over her. And Tori arched, lips parting, and gushed.

Jade's hand filled, thick and wet and sticky. A tremor shot through her in response - an orgasm. "Shit," she hissed.

Tori's eyes flicked open. She started to struggle. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I don't- I don't always do that, not like that-"

Jade cocked her head inquisitively. What was she on about? Was she embarrassed about... coming that much? "Shh," Jade whispered. Then she slowly extracted her cramped hand from Tori's crotch. It glistened in the light from the screen. A trickle was slowly dribbling toward her wrist. Jade extended her tongue and licked from her wrist all the way to her fingertips. Tori's eyes went wide. Jade sucked on her fingers. Then she grinned.

"Salty."

Tori breathed out - very slowly. Then she smiled.

Jade just sat on her lap and grinned like an idiot back at her.

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Some random alpha gave Tori a not-so-subtle low-five on the way out, and there were a bunch more looks, mostly from clearly alpha-omega pairs, that varied from annoyance to confusion. The whole theatre kind of stunk like them. They really should probably have remembered that. Oh well. Luckily their beta friends couldn't smell it, but the way Andre's eyes widened when he saw Tori's face, made Tori spin, grabbing Jade's hand and drag her away. "Bathroom!"

Jade leaned against the wall and watched as Tori scrubbed her eyes and fixed her make up, and then straightened out her skirt and underwear. Then she glanced over at Jade. "Aren't you going to wash your hands?"

Jade examined her hands. "No. I don't think so."

"What!"

"Maybe never again."

"Jade!" Tori grabbed her and struggled to tug her over to the sinks. "You wash those hands or you aren't ever putting them on me again!"

Jade just laughed, bringing them to her face to breathe them in one more time. "Someday I'll make you into a filthy girl."

"Yeah, yeah. Soap."

Jade glanced over at her and got distracted by the mark on her neck. "Oh," she said. "I gave you a hickey."

"What!" Tori squeaked. She looked, and felt it, and prodded it. "Oh no."

"Better get used to it, good girl. You belong to me."

"Oh yeah?" Tori said, leaning over to get a little extra height to try to look down at her. "You sure?"

Jade purred. Their scents mingled, the omega in her so ready to be bossed, the Jade in her completely amused by the fact that she was trying it in that skirt. "Yeah, totally. I paid twenty bucks."