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A Day In The Life Of Omega Remi! Episode 3 - Playing In Planters

Knelt on the hard ground, bent over the thin wooden barrier around the vegetable planter, Remi wiggled a root-scraggled potato into a pre-dug pit. Her breath fogged the space between her face and the earth.

A light crunch announced the approach of her alpha, barely before the scent hit. Remi smiled over her shoulder, and Quinn returned it. She wasn’t as wrapped up against the cold as Remi, but then, she never seemed to feel the bite of the wind. An alpha was built to withstand just about anything, the weather had no sway on her. Remi’s ankles shook walking from one end of the garden to the other, the gusty weather trying to take her away without a moment’s hesitation. Quinn would catch her, so there was no reason to be scared.

Her daydreams of Quinn holding her foot as she floated in the sky like a kite were interrupted when her saviour dropped to the ground behind her, knees either side of her own. The heady body heat of an alpha cocooned her. A shadow filled her gardening spot. And Quinn’s strong touch was on her body.

“You’re working so hard.” A compliment in confidence, half-drowned in the wind.

Remi smiled shyly in response. She had never worked so little in her life, but Quinn treated her like fine china. A decorative piece not meant for function. Perfectly enough without ever needing to do anything.

Squeezing between denim and skin, the end of Quinn’s fingers wriggled under her dungarees and down to Remi’s underwear. Remi pushed her butt back and kept her hands in the dirt, silently encouraging Quinn to touch her more. Maybe she didn’t feel that a reward was deserved, but she’d certainly accept one from her generous alpha. The fingers were a little cold, but warmed quickly in the crease where Remi’s tummy touched her thighs kneeling on the grass. Remi shifted her hips, opening up more space for Quinn’s fingers to explore. When they reached her crotch, they grazed over her panties like a warning and it sent a throb through her. Remi rocked forwards into the touch, then back to connect their bodies again with a soft thump.

The fingers tickled, teasing, in the crease between her legs, sending sparks of pleasure that squeezed her tummy muscles. Remi rolled her hips down, hoping for that one spot to be touched. The one Quinn would pull between her lips when she licked Remi, when she ate her like a hungry dog. A fingertip dragged up and down…. up and-

There.

Remi squirmed against Quinn’s chest, her gardening gloves digging deeper into the earth. A second finger joined the first to squeeze her swollen bud between them. Kisses climbed her neck, warming her. Quinn’s mouth sucked a little at the skin of her throat, marking her in shallow patches.

“A-ah.” She rocked on her alpha’s hand, keeping her clit caught between firm fingers until her inner thighs began to shake. “Please,” she squeaked, right on the edge of climax.

Against the shell of her ear, Quinn shushed her softly. “The neighbours will hear you,” she whispered.

If her hands weren’t wrapped in gloves and buried in dirt, Remi would cover her mouth. Instead she pressed her face into Quinn’s bicep and whined against white cotton. It felt so good she couldn’t keep her noises in without help, and she would always take an excuse to press her mouth to Quinn’s muscles. Big and juicy and-

She was there. Her insides twitching around nothing as pleasure caught her in its waves. Her hips shook against Quinn’s hand, unintentionally treating herself to the vibrations of her own body’s response.

“Mmm! Ah-mm!” Her voice made it through t-shirt and arm but Quinn didn’t scold her, only chuckled into her ear.

“Good girl.”

The two words sent fresh shudders through Remi’s body, rubbing the fingers deeper into her folds. “Oh-mm!” Her teeth pinched Quinn’s skin and a growl ran down her neck. A grown-up warning to a puppy. For some reason, it only encouraged the arousal flooding her.

If Quinn was going to treat her like a puppy, she could act like one. Remi released her mouth from Quinn’s arm and whined into the cold air. A pair of fingers slid down and straight into her seamlessly, pushing drips of slick out into her underwear as they filled her.

Remi gasped.

“More?” So quiet she almost didn’t hear it over her own panted breaths. She nodded, desperate, and the increase in intensity between her legs lifted her a little off the ground. The fingers slammed her up into Quinn’s warmth, Quinn’s scent, Quinn’s protection from the outside world. All of her favourite things.

Everything about her offered security to Remi, physically, emotionally and in title. An alpha caring for her like she was the most precious person in the world. She could never have dreamed up something so incredible, even after she was handed over by Mister Isaac. It allowed full relaxation into her touch.

Her body was clinging to Quinn’s fingers with every thrust, begging them to stay. Remi would plead and cry and demand they stay inside of her if the human neighbours couldn’t hear. Instead, she whimpered around a bit lip and squeezed fistfuls of dirt.

Her voice cracked on the pleas of “More, please, more.” But Quinn understood, and the fingers curled and sped up, carving out her insides until hot wet tears shocked her. Remi dragged a ragged breath in and felt the wet lines cool on her cheeks. She was there again, hovering, just a little… more…

The half-planted vegetable patch watched her writhe in Quinn’s lap, broken sobs falling from her lips, hopefully there were no humans doing the same. She was coming again, and coming apart.

Nothing was supporting the top half of her body when the energy left her along with the orgasm, and she fell forward into the wooden planter, limp from the hips up. Quinn was slow to pull her fingers free; Remi felt every droplet of slick that came out with them, it trickled down her thighs and clung to her clothes.

“Break time?” Quinn murmured.

Remi nodded against the soil. “I can finish this later.”

“Let’s get you a hot chocolate.” Quinn lifted Remi from the ground, and the gloves remained stuck in the mud. “And some biscuits,” she added, cuddling Remi against her chest.

Hot chocolate, biscuits, and cuddles from Quinn sounded like the perfect combination to ensure Remi stayed inside for the rest of the day…