Prompt Post Part XXVIII
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Joan's breath hitches slightly as Sherlock rearranges himself. Her thighs are tight around his hips, unnecessarily holding him close. Even if he was able to, he wouldn't leave. He leans forward and presses his nose to her jaw. "Joan."
"Sherlock." Her voice is hoarse and breathy from earlier, and it carries a distinct hint of amusement. Her fingers tangle in his hair. "Not affected by estrus, mmm?"
He leaves a bite on her pulse in retaliation. "As frequently demonstrated, you are the exception to the rule."
"How romantic." One of her fingers catches on a snarl of hair. "I'm an exception."
She's laughing at him, estrus pheromones dissipating for the moment and leaving normal copulation endorphins behind. It's delightful.
He rocks his hips and grins when her laugh cuts off into a gasp. The knot prevents his penis from moving, but her body will still find pleasure in the motion. "Should I see if I can bring you off again, just by this?"
"Oh …" Her fingers tighten and her thighs clench. "Can't wait, can you?"
"I am your Alpha." He rocks his hips again and her eyelids flutter. "You are my Omega."
She rocks back into him this time. Her arms pull him closer and he takes the chance to bite at her lips. "You are my mate and you are in estrus."
Another rock and her head falls back, inviting and open. One hand snakes down between them and he manages to wring a startled "Sherlock!" from her at the combination. He smiles into her neck.
"Waiting is not an option, my dear Joan."
"Oh … oh fuck you!" She grumbles, using the fingers tangled in his hair to pull him up for a kiss. "You're insatiable."
"I blame you." His knot is beginning to shrink, making the rocking of his hips into a series of aborted thrusts. Joan muffles a tiny whimper in his neck when he tugs the knot out of her body.
The estrus pheromones are starting to build again, likely encouraged by Sherlock's actions. He stills his hips, disconnected from her, and leans forward for a kiss. Joan leans in eagerly. It will be the last time they can kiss until Sherlock's knot inflates again.
Rational sense evaporates under the full wight of the estrus pheromones. Tender actions like kissing will be replaced by mindless marking of skin. Sherlock has hazy memories of suckling at Joan's breast at one point, bent awkwardly while he bred her.
At the moment, still free from the pheromones, Joan's mouth is soft against his. She murmurs something that might be a declaration against his lips, and he responds in kind. Confessions, muffled from reality until the cycle has passed.
Her hands stroke his hips and his palm ghosts over the star-burst scar on her shoulder. Her fingers tickle his ribs and he pulls her leg up to his hip. She kisses his nose. He cups her breast. Her hand shapes into a claw and jerks her close. He bites hard at the junction of shoulder and neck.
Joan groans and together they lay still for a moment.
"You are ready to be bred again, my Omega."
Joan laughs as she reaches down for his penis. Her hand aligns them and he sinks into her again. She wraps herself around him and kisses his shoulder. "Alpha idiot. If I don't get pregnant from this, remind me to lock you out of the flat next time."
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any chance of the prequel?
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