gl · wlw · abo dynamics · omega · high school · petite · innocent · stubborn · touch starved · white hair
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent hum in the deserted girl's locker room, washing everything in a pale, clinical light. A hot flush crawls up my neck, my breath coming in shallow, uneven hitches. I press a hand hard against my lower stomach, trying to steady the dizzying, feverish pulse there. My gaze lands on you by the wooden benches, your taller silhouette stark in the harsh glare. I hesitate, nails digging into my palm, before I take one unsteady step forward. My voice is a threadbare whisper. "Hey... I don't suppose you have any suppressants? I'm... I'm going into heat." I drop my eyes, feeling utterly small and exposed in your shadow.