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Clementine is not doing very well. She laid in the bed, holding back the beginnings of tears, just to keep her mascara from running. Peach laid beside her, and her held her tightly, whispering and muttering her faint words of comfort.

"It'll be okay, love, it will be okay..."

"Will it? Will it be?"

Peach knew she couldn't answer that, yet she nodded as if she could. "Yes, it will be."

She's the man, the alpha. She can't handle her omega crying. She kept her face straight and colorless, but underneath the tight shirt is a pounding heart. She wanted to tell Clementine to cry, that crying was healthy, but she respects the respect she has for her looks and not "ruining" them. She wants to get even closer, somehow. She wants to provide the warmth even the air heating and the fuzzy blankets can't provide. She wants to wipe away those water droplets, just to wipe away more, because that's what a lover does.

"And even if it doesn't, I'm here. For whatever you want."

"I don't know, Peach...I don't know anymore...."

"Can I do anything, just right now?"

"Any distraction. Any. Just don't leave my here, whatever you chose, please, honey. I only want you."

"Ah...I understand, love."

Peach heaved with unfiltered guilt for what she was to suggest. But as she moved the back of her hand, once hugging, to her waist, Clementine knew, and she accepted it.

"Go on," she consented. "That's the warmth I need."

Peach looked down, and stripped article and article off of Clementine. Skirt, underskirt, panties, shirt, bra, and then onto herself. She tried removing both halves of her outfit at the same time, her sweatpants dropping but her business casual shirt for web calls stubborn and unwilling. Finally, with some awkward stretches, she took down the panties that hide her own best member, and like a theatrical trick, pushed it out right before the clothing was down to see it, as if it had always been there. The hit of it against the fabric was awkward and unnatural, but Peach was determined for a quick setup. Clementine's eyes were still teary, and she took her in her embrace again, arms and hands pushing into her bare skin, went in.

The alpha's goal was to lock in place as soon as possible. Not a major fan of knots, she wanted to secure her omega, her mate, like she was securing her with the rest of her body, to truly assure to her how close she was. Clementine's light weeps faded into moans as the tightness pushed to the folds of her vagina, and forcibly locked in with Peach's attention and will. Truly connected, Peach continued to hug and cuddle, while Clementine takes in the stream of sensation. Peach leaned to kiss her cheek, a soft and somewhat unpassionate one, and stopped before continuing with another one, then another one, then another one. She would assure Clementine was okay, and the omega was starved for her lips.

When Clementine jolted, Peach jolted. Their joy and discomfort was shared.

While during one of these kisses, she felt the cum rush in, and Clementine reacted no differently than before during the sex, despite her own climax being displayed with her heightened voice pitch. When Peach unknotted and pushed out, she made sure to push herself back from the cuddle too, giving her omega some space. Clementine laid, docile, before she whispered from her tired throat.

"Thank you."

The omega crawled beside her alpha, dick now back inside, and crouched up against the bed's back. Peach did the same, threw a blanket over their bodies, and embraced her again, sitting up. Clementine breathed heavily into her chest, and stroked the nape of her neck and behind her ears, spots famously known for being foolproof buttons for relief. Against her alpha, Clementine smiled, despite knowing it would be a sad smile. Peach deserved it, and perhaps she did, too, because everyone is worth love and happiness, aren't they?