Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Aya

Part Eight

Henley was weird, he ate mustard on his tacos that we ordered in. He didn't like his look. His term was geek-ish. He couldn't sleep with socks on. Actually, he'd prefer to never wear them. He never remembered to charge his phone. He had both terrible and also a generous amount of self-esteem, it just depended on the subject. On the flip side, he was more competitive than any man I'd ever met and was convinced that he could beat anyone at anything. He was a walking, talking contradiction. That was perfect for me. He's perfect for me. But now I had to think of a way to break this to my parents. Yeah, we rushed into it. But it's what I wanted. I couldn't stand it for another second not being his, properly. I'd never felt anything quite like Henley. I knew he was the one and not Coal. To be honest I think I rushed also because I couldn't stand the thought of becoming someone else's. I didn't want to throw my life away for the wrong person and be in a marriage that wasn't right. I would have hated myself for the rest of my life if I did. I would have been miserable and I think I would have resented my parents and Coal for it, too.

"You wanna watch a film?" Henley asked in that gruff sexy tone. It vibrated through my ear that was firmly planted on his chest and dragged me from my wandering thoughts.

"Nope, I'm good." And I was. Apart from the fact my neck was killing me, but I felt settled. Like my heart and soul had finally found their place to belong. My body didn't feel heavy. It no longer burned to the point of tears, it was just so perfectly settled.

"You tired?"

"Not really," I lifted my head to lean my chin on his chest. He was smiling as he tucked hair behind my ears. "Let's talk about stuff."

"What stuff? We covered that I'm a weird idiot."

"We did, but we haven't covered some of the other basics."

He tipped his head to lean it against the cushion on the sofa. "What other basics?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Hmm, that's a tough one…" I slapped him for being stupid. "Alright. Purple. What's yours?"

"Yellow, like butter cups."

"That's cute."

"Okay, lets make things more tough," I lifted completely so I was straddling him. "What were you like as a kid?"

"Oblivious. That wasn't so tough." He winked.

"Did you run away?"

"I'm guessing your brother didn't tell you."

"He doesn't tell me everything. But you did?"

"Yeah I did."

"Why?"

The muscles in his cheeks were ticking, maybe I hit a raw nerve. "I didn't like how I saw the people around me. Like they were better than anyone else. I hated it. I didn't want to live like that. I'm not like that."

"I know you're not. You're kind. Sexy. Very very handsome and perfect."

"I'm not perfect by any means Aya."

"I don't mean it like that. I mean like, perfect for me, even with imperfections. Like imperfections also become someone else's perfections….do you get what I mean?"

"I do get it. Like you see perfection in imperfection itself."

"I read a quote once, saying. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful than a man comfortable in his perfect imperfections."

"I like that."

"I liked those pancakes you made after those tacos you ordered."

He nodded. "I thought you would. I like it when you smile."

"Then keep making me," We left our phones off so we wouldn't be disturbed. Well, more so I wouldn't be disturbed by my parents or Coal. I've still not figured out that part yet. But I wanted to know more about Henley. His life, his friends. Everything. "How did you and Matt become friends?"

"Well, that's a weird one."

"He is weird. Him and Aida have been friends for a long time, but a couple years back they fell out. I don't know why, but I felt my brother's pain. I just never pressed him on it."

"Matt never mentioned you two at all. I mean he mentioned a friend, but not by name and that was that."

"So how did you become friends?"

"Erm, we just got talking at a bar one night and then ended up having a meal….not a date though," Henley laughed and waved his hand in front of his face. "Just instant friends. I remember one night. He told me that I was a poser because I was a gourmet-trained chef who liked Cheetos and canned cheese. He let it go after I called him a poor man's Sam Adams. In fact, he punched me that night. Not enough to really hurt. And we've been friends ever since."

"That is weird, a chef liking canned cheese."

"Not as weird as you with pink pyjamas."

I looked down at myself. "Would you rather I had purple ones?"

"God no," he growled and shot up, flinging his arms around my waist. "Au natural sounds soooo much better."

"Mmm, yeah. Lets get matching pyjamas."

"I said naked baby, naked. Not fully clothed."

"I know, but don't you think matching pyjamas is kind of cute."

"You're cute. So damn cute. The cutest guy on the whole planet. We can have matching everything, I don't care as long as you get naked now and get in my bed."

"Alright, fine. But let's get matching hoodies, you know the ones that say Mr and Mrs, but ours have to say My Alpha and his Omega, okay?"

"Wait, really?" I nodded my reply and shut him up with a quick kiss. "That's totally adorable."

"Uh huh, now get me naked."

Kiss Me

Nothing felt this perfect as falling asleep in Henley's arms. I slept like I hadn't in a long time. Without the fuss of it ever being our last.

But waking up to find the spot next to me empty sucked. He's probably in the bathroom, then I stopped thinking as I sniffed a waft of fresh coffee. So I jumped from bed and grabbed the thick robe I'd stuffed into my bag yesterday. I hung it neatly at the foot of the bed before going to sleep, so that when I woke up this morning it would make me feel like it was my home, too and not just Henley's. It's funny how one silly thing like that could make me feel like I really belonged here, in his weird wonderful world. Oh and the whole deep bite mark on my neck. When Henley checked over it before bed it had bruised pretty badly and he got upset at how deep it really was. He said he was a fucking cannibal and should now become a vegetarian and I quote 'definitely not vegan' well anyway, after that we tucked up in bed and here I am waking alone and now finding him in the kitchen. "Good morning handsome."

"Fuck…." He blurted. I crossed my arms in amusement. "If you want me to keel over, you're going about in the right way." Damn, he was seriously gorgeous and stupid looking holding a percolator jug and standing there wearing an apron that said Kitchen Hottie in bold red writing.

"Love the whole kitchen hottie look," I said, twirling my finger in his direction. "Is that my coffee?"

His mouth gaped open for a few seconds. "I think I love you," he smiled. "You've just witnessed a beast in his wild habitat, looking like a hot mess and didn't bolt for the door. I'm impressed."

"And so you should be," I gleamed and grabbed for a mug. "Is that my coffee?"

"All you can drink."

"Thank you."

"What's going on today?" He asked as he pulled out a chair to join me at the breakfast bar. "I'm not working."

"Well it's going to be a warm day. Let's make the most of it."

"Only today?"

"Well I caught the weather report yesterday and it said rain for the next few days. So, today we go out and if the weather man is correct we stay in bed for the wet days."

"That could be a lot of days, are you sure you can handle me?"

"Oh I candle you."

"You're extremely bold."

"I am."

"I think you like being free. It suits you," he told me, but his facial expression went from awe to worry in a split second. "Aya, I know I shouldn't start this now, but what do you want to do about, you know?" Something in the timbre of his voice sounded like truth. He really wanted to know where my head was. The trouble with that was I didn't have a clue. Not at this moment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, your right. As much as we would enjoy a lazy walk in the park or lunch at a burger joint," he screwed up his nose. How? He eats canned cheese and takeout tacos. "Thinking about how much I'd enjoy you, in every possible way and doing nothing. I can't forget I still have a responsibility and that's telling my….fiancé and my parents about us. About the fact I'm paired with you and want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Wow, I feel really nervous all of a sudden."

"About what part?"

"About hopefully meeting your parents and telling them how lucky they are to have such a beautiful son, who I will live every day for. I'd like to thank them for making you. I don't know them. I don't know if they'd think I'm suitable for you, but I'd tell them I am because you're happy. That they should be happy too, hopefully."

I put my hand over my mouth and giggled. "That was unexpected. But, even if they don't agree I wouldn't leave you and not because I'm paired with you or anything, but because it's where I want to be, with you. But if you ever come to realize you don't want to be with me….I'd go through pain for the rest of my life so you can be happy."

"Aya," he said, shaking his head and jutting out his bottom lip. "I am happy and I think you've gone through enough pain making me happy," he gently rubbed his thumb over the bite on my neck. "This was so painful for you."

"But I went through the pain for me too. For my happiness, too. I thought at first it was such a selfish request. Maybe it still is. But I'm happy I was selfish."

"There was nothing selfish about it. Like you said the first night, remember? You said...I want you to own me. I want you to have me in every way possible. I wanted that too. When you asked me to bite you, I wanted to bite you. I could have said no. But I didn't. We both wanted it, needed it. It didn't consume us, it made us. Me and you. Like it should be, okay?"

"Okay."

"Let's have that long lazy walk in the park and let's definitely eat at a burger joint. There's even a really good hot dog vendor not far from the park."

I sobbed a little around my smile. "Are there really any good hot dog vendors?"

Henley let out a short huff and rubbed my eyes with the corner of his silly apron, that I now love. "Actually the one by the park is quite good, I should know. I have a sensitive palate."

"I think your palate only works when you want it to."

"Let's get dressed Aya. Let's enjoy what we have." His face changed from the easygoing, carefree Henley with the permanent grin, to a more mature-looking one. He was freedom and throwing caution to the wind. He was my mate, my fate. He is my home. Now I had to make him my permanent home and that meant facing my parents and Coal. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll do it.