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Subject V.2.3A | "OMEGA" ([personal profile] cerhadivision) wrote2017-05-14 09:57 pm

Isla Sorna

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For [personal profile] bluebetabitch

When you spend a long time building something with your own two hands, it becomes difficult to wrap your mind around the idea of the work being done. Owen grew up around that kind of mindset, and knows very well how it feels to be in the same grip. But he doesn't mind. That's the thing about having a family: it expands, and the world around it needs to expand with it. Little by little, the house came up around them, and they settled into it, and he's never really stopped working this little world of his over like an ever-evolving project that he loves with his whole heart.

They're settled here. Officially. No one can deny it, and even though Owen still has dreams sometimes about InGen -- or anyone -- hunting them down to rip the girls, or even the boys, out of his hands, those fears evaporate every morning. The girls get along as well as any sisters do, and even the squabbling has died down in recent months; the boys have adapted beautifully, and although Chi and Psi still exhibit behavior that looks odd alongside the girls from time to time, they no longer struggle to meet expectations that were completely alien to them for most of their lives.

And then there's Blue and Omega.

The difference in Blue between her youth on Isla Nublar, and the young womanhood that quite clearly blossomed in the Santa Lucia Mountains of central California, is not only noticeable, but striking. Always the one he could rely on over the others, Blue has managed to develop into a creature that is both an extension of his right arm and yet still a highly independent person who no longer looks to him quite so often for cues; she still values her space and her privacy, but those withdrawals from the pack just to brood and sulk have all but disappeared. And while Blue's temper will always strike fear into the hearts of her siblings -- adopted or otherwise -- she's learned to balance it with patience, a trait that would always thwart her more than any other. Until now. Owen always wanted Blue to learn that balance between animal instinct and human rationality, and he knew she'd get there in her own way sooner or later. Now, it seems she has, and it's a beautiful thing to see.

Then, as if her own transformation wasn't enough, she'd somehow managed to turn her mate into an entirely different person.

If Blue's maturation is impressive, Omega's has been nothing short of miraculous. All right... Owen is a professional behaviorist; he knows there's no such thing as miracles, only hard work and dedication. Only this time it wasn't his. It was Blue's time, effort, and uncharacteristic affection that turned a furious, hateful killing machine into something that could be now what he might have been then, before InGen had their way. Omega lives in the house now. He eats when they do. He joins the family in their gatherings, as long as Blue is with him, and although his temper is still zero to 60 when roused, these days it's much harder to set him off than it used to be, even if that wouldn't be saying much. He prefers his mate and solitude over anything else, but his violently aggressive tendencies have been all but curbed for the sake of keeping Blue happy.

For obvious reasons, Owen has kept a close eye on them both from day one, and even from the very beginning Omega has treated Blue like the center of the universe. Owen himself has salvaged his share of abused, wild animals -- it's literally part of the job -- but he knows without question that no one could have done this but her. And her success is absolutely indisputable.

Case in point: today, Omega's dislike for interacting with unfamiliar people had outweighed his desire to be with Blue as often as possible, and instead of throwing a tantrum he simply hadn't gone with her down the mountain.

For Barry, it was supplies; Echo wanted clothes; Blue was only interested in procuring necessary parts for her nearly-restored 1979 Pontiac Phoenix Firebird, a task built upon very specific requirements and one which she would never entrust to any of her siblings. The day is very nice for a sojourn into the city, considering the length of the drive: blue skies and a mild breeze, not quite so far into spring that the air is anything more than comfortably warm. Psi is helping Delta collect chili peppers and the new experimental plums. Chi fell asleep in the grass up the hill. Charlie is giving Owen a hand with replacing some worn poles along the stone steps leading down to the boys' den, when they hear the familiar sound of the Jeep rolling up the long hill that serves as their driveway.

Only, it sounds like it's coming up fast.

Owen and Charlie look at each other, and immediately drop what they're doing to meet the car just as Barry rolls up, screeching to a stop and diving out of the driver's side to rush around to the passenger door. He looks frantic. And he's helping Echo out of the car. She looks like she's about to pitch right off her feet.

"Owen!" Barry calls out urgently, eyes widening immediately as Owen rushes to them. "Owen!" He has to wrap an arm around Echo's back to keep her standing. And then, to Owen's surprise and dread, Barry yells again. "Omega!"

Owen doesn't actually know where Omega has been this whole time. But suddenly he's there next to him, clearly as alarmed at being summoned as Owen was to hear it, and Owen can practically feel the tension in the male raptor's body triple because they both realized the same thing: that Blue is not with them.

"They took her," Barry says, breathless, and the bottom falls out of Owen's stomach.

Echo tries to rouse herself, flopping a little, mumbling in groggy frustration as she tries to shake off whatever is wrong with her and help explain. But Barry keeps his hold on her and barrels right through it.

"It was InGen. They had an entire strike force, Owen, the streets are chaos now. They used non-lethals. Tranquilizers. Echo took a direct hit, but they left her behind. All of them were focused on Blue." He looks at both of them, Owen and then Omega, panicked and desperate. "They came for her."

The weather was gorgeous a minute ago. Now the entire world is ice. Owen's heart has stopped, his breath is gone. Delta and the boys come running up, but he barely notices them. Beside him is Omega, frozen; then suddenly the raptor whirls to him, eyes wide, and the fury -- the fear -- in them is apocalyptic.

Omega doesn't say a word, but Owen immediately finds his voice. "Go get her."

The male raptor is gone like a bolt of lightning. Owen turns and strides quickly to a hidden cache beneath the porch. He pulls out two assault rifles and a hell of a lot of ammo as Charlie shrieks behind him, "Why aren't we going with him?!"

"Because we're going to follow him." Owen tosses a rifle to Barry, and gestures sharply for everyone to get into the car, including the still-dizzy Echo. "After Isla Nublar, Omega found us in less than a week on nothing but Blue's scent and pure instinct. This time he knows where he's going. We'd only slow him down." The motor is still running. Almost before every door is shut, Owen jerks the Jeep into gear. His last words are almost a growl to himself. "With any luck, all we'll have to do is clean up."

The Jeep screeches in reverse, turns, and roars off down the mountain.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-06-30 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
The bark's coarse scrape against old scars was uncomfortable enough to knock Blue out of the lust-filled haze she'd been drowning in, but she still couldn't disengage her claws from Omega's shirt. She'd been careful not to prick his skin, but the overwhelming desire to just...devour him in any way she possibly could was still running thick and strong in her blood, as hot as it was.

He hissed across her lips, and Blue licked them clean of him and the deer's blood, whimpering a soft high moan when the tip of her tongue brushed against his mouth. This was agony; the uncertainty, the hesitation still holding her back from what her body absolutely craved. Her skin felt afire, feverish, with only one way to cool it.

Blue opened her eyes, and a snarl curled her lip.

"Fuck me, Omega." Not a request, a demand. "Right here, right now, no matter what." He'd promised to burn it all out of her, after all. "Do it, make all of me yours again.."
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-02 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Even Blue was surprised that the words even left her lips. But once they had, she had no intention of taking them back. She was so tired of this, living in fear's intimidating shadow. And she was the Queen of Isla Nublar--there was no way in hell she was going to let InGen--Vic-Fucking-Hoskins--win.

But Omega's intensity did manage to take her a little aback; Blue whimpered into his savage kisses, but steeled herself to just take it; to stand stoic in the midst of his impressive storm. In order to keep her claws out of his flesh, she reached behind her and added her own marks to the poor tree's scarred bark, but didn't hesitate to lift up her arms at her mate's vehement insistence.

The coarse bark was in turn rough on her skin, but it was a welcome pain; it kept her from falling back into her memories and kept her focused on the now. She was here; those were Omega's hands, Omega's lips and teeth; and mmmmmOmega's lean lithe body sliding so sinfully against hers, no one else's. Ever.

She felt the button of her cutoffs come undone and then they vanished off of her hips; Blue jerked one boot out of the denim and hiked it high along her mate's side, trapping him flush against her and moaning to feel him already hard and surging like the tides in her grasp. Unadorned cotton was already damp and useless--Blue snatched one of his hands and intimated he indulge himself with those, at least.

Then her own claws were yanking at the buttons of his shirt--she felt at least two give and disappear--then she was shoving it off of his shoulders and flattening palms to scarred skin, relearning every line, ever crease. Blue whimpered and whined into messy open-mouth kisses, clutching him tight, desperate to keep them here, and not give in to there.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-03 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
She wasn't surprised to feel the familiar fear begin to creep back in, but Blue ground her teeth and simply tried her damn best to ignore it; it had no place here. Not ever again. But it did freeze her immobile when she felt Omega working his way between her thighs--Blue hissed a swift sharp breath, talons digging into his shoulders before she could stop them. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to stop; she couldn't take it; it was too much--but then he was lifting her, rough hands familiar on her skin, and she bit back a sharp whimper against his mouth when she felt him hard between her legs.

Unable to keep from trembling all over, Blue tightened her grip on her mate, feeling him move against...then he was there--right there oh God no wait she couldn't--her entire body locked, seizing tight as she shuddered uncontrollably. Her head falling back and eyes closed tight, Blue cried out, a strangled wail that ripped its way out of her throat. Breath whistled through clenched teeth; she tried to calm down, calm down, but the perfect length nestled inside kept her taut and her muscles gripped and clenched, torn between fearfully rejecting or greedily enticing.

Blue felt Omega's frantic heartbeat next to hers, felt his breath hot on her lips, and she latched to both, panting in return and trying to keep her talons from shredding his flesh. She flattened her hands on his shoulders, but instinctively squeezed his hips with her knees for leverage, pulling a guttural moan from deep in her throat.

"...O-Omega..." she managed to pant, breathless, seeking his mouth for a long, deep submissive kiss.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-03 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Her entire body felt as if it wanted to turn completely inside out. Blue fought not to strike out, only her fingers gripping Omega's shoulders kept her from doing so. A thousand shrieking demons assailed the back of her mind when she felt him moving inside her, stroking thrusting claiming, and she went rigid in his grip, but tasted blood in her mouth from where her teeth had rent her flesh.

Thigh muscles quivered, her entire body trembled all over, and hissed breaths pumped in and out of her lungs. The pleasure was lost to her terror, but Blue resolved to ride it out, whatever the cost, even if her sanity didn't survive; she was not going to remain a prisoner any longer!

Yet Omega still surged against her, filling her over and over, and her body instinctively gripped each time he thrust back in. She felt him trembling under her hands, and she threaded arms around his back to hold him tight, dropping her head to his shoulder and clenching her teeth to simply hold on.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-03 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The world suddenly snapped back into focus. Blue's eyes shot open, glazed and unfocused, but she felt Omega pulling her, pulling away from the tree and sinking down to the carpet of brown needles littering the forest floor, bringing her smoothly astride him and gathering her close. The night air was cool over her bare skin, but she felt hot from the inside out, her blood almost smoldering.

God, she could feel him, buried all the way inside her--Omega no one but Omega--nestled deep within her tight folds and filling her more than completely. Arms around his neck, she held him just as close, kissing him back with trembling lips, inhaling the panted breaths he managed to snatch from the heated air between them.

Instinct had her shifting just the slightest, a bolt of white heat shooting up from her loins when her body tightened around his cock, and Blue let out a soft high moan, unable to help doing it again.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-04 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Yours...mine...yours...mine... The promise smoked in her ears, resonating deep down, where she'd been forced to bury everything just to keep herself together. Both of them had said the words to each other many times, reiterating what they both knew, way down below the paltry human half of themselves.

I'm yours. You're mine.

A single tear traitorously managed to escape her tightly closed lashes, glimmering crystal on her cheek, but Blue never noticed it. Her teeth were bared behind panting lips as she returned the gentle caresses of her mate out of sheer instinct, unthought affection, given only to him. Only.

The sounds he made curled down in her belly, prompting her to soften against him, to slowly melt into his possessive embrace, and in return wind both of her arms tight around his back, resting her cheek against his as she followed her body's primal command and slightly, so slightly, began rocking her hips back and forth. A soft gasp left her with each surge between them, and Blue's hands buried themselves in Omega's dark hair, clutching him tightly.

A low dark purr thrummed in the back of her throat, with Omega's name threaded somewhere in the primal sound, and, using him for leverage, rolled her hips down on his cock a little more, hissing softly when the heated waves of familiar pleasure began to wash over her again.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-04 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
The scrape of sharp teeth across her skin left her writhing. A bolt of electricity rocketed straight from Blue's throat to her gut, triggering a sharp buck of her hips, a heated gasp followed by a muted whine as her brain threatened to just short right out. Talons gripped where they clutched, and Blue thought her entire body might fly completely apart this time.

But one movement triggered another, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins urged her for more, and her hips moved of their own accord, ignoring her hesitation and uncertainty. Unable to help herself, Blue rolled her body over Omega's thick cock, following that with a sharp bounce, then fell into a sinfully sweet rhythm that had her wiggling like a serpent in his arms, trying desperately to follow the commands her own blood had issued.

She needed. He would sate her. Therefore she was to take all he gave her, take it and give it back just as intensely. He was her mate; he belonged to her. No one else was capable of satisfying her. No one. Blue opened her mouth against his cheek, dragging her lips across his skin until she could find his. She kissed him hard, the blood on her tongue fuel for the rekindled flames of passion sparked inside her.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-05 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"...yesss..." It was a single hissed syllable, the only answer she could give him right now, other than to rise and fall over him like the clashing of the very continents. Every slow, mad stroke wound her even tighter, until Blue felt like an over-taut bowstring, vibrating with barely leashed tension.

She was forced to drag her mouth from his in order to toss her head back and strangle a keened cry, a particular rough surge of their bodies together sending bright colors exploding behind her eyes. When her eyes opened again, Blue only saw deep shadows and little else; her body had taken over and left her conscious mind far behind.

Another wicked hiss curled her lip and Blue suddenly planted both hands flat against Omega's chest and shoved, hard enough to sprawl him backwards in the thick carpet of dry pine needles. Yes. God yes this was so much better... Eight sharp claws curved over his scarred chest, sinking just enough into giving flesh, and she immediately resumed her sinful rhythm, keeping him prone beneath her while she took him, long dark hair falling over a shoulder to tease his skin, a playful contrast to the wicked Medusa writhing atop him with ever-increasing abandon.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-19 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Coherent thought had evaporated in the heat of their furious mating. There was very little--if anything--human behind the dark, deep eyes that gazed with a burning hunger down at the prone raptor beneath her. Blue's lip curled, a wicked snarl purring out of her throat each time she rocked higher and harder atop Omega's thick cock, finally throwing back her head and arching her back to take him even more, her long hair flailing with the wild movements.

She was his. He was hers. That mantra meant so much more than the simple words. The tips of Blue's talons pricked Omega's flesh, a purring moan pulled from her lips when the scent of his blood reached her nostrils, adding even more of a primal twang to the tightness way down deep in her belly. She thought nothing of bringing one hand to her lips, licking the nails clean while she moved on him, then in one fluid motion dropped her head to his chest and ran the flat of her tongue over the small marks. The taste of his blood and flesh had her squeezing his cock tight, milking the turgid length filling her with each rough, wild stroke.

His hands were pulling at her, bringing a new level of wanton lust to her overheated brain, and he was bucking up into her in perfect rhythm, jolting their bodies together like the animals they were, and Blue suddenly sucked in a whistled breath, arched her back and dug talons into Omega's giving flesh as her body locked down around his, shuddering and quaking as if she were going to absolutely fly apart.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-24 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Blue hissed and almost drew back as Omega's arm snared her close, but the relentless pounding beneath her quaking body kept her anchored atop him. The scent of his blood and their sweat was thick in her nostrils, a heady combination driving her climax to fever pitch, as were the sharp gasps of breath she felt hot against the side of her neck. Blue keened a screech, scraping her knees in her wild flailing as she sought to keep him captive inside her, so that her shuddering and quaking might never end.

But her heartbeat, and his, thundered in her ears, he was holding her so tight, and filling her God Almighty so completely, she couldn't stand it, she couldn't stop, it was going to kill her in a minute--then came the familiar warmth bursting way down in her loins and Blue abruptly fell limp, every muscle melting into little more than jello. She collapsed across Omega's blood-tinged chest, both arms draped over his shoulders, and still she shivered, trembling from small aftershocks of skittering pleasure that rippled across her oversensitive skin.

He was hers. With every small shift, Blue felt him still buried so deep inside her hot pliant body; it was almost excruciating to move, so sensitive was she. Although a soft purred moan rippled its way out of her throat, and she instinctively rubbed against her panting lover, sidling their flesh together in the inherent reflex to nuzzle, caress, and nest.

Blue nosed beneath Omega's ear, slowly stroking her tongue over and around the delicate shell, gliding soft fingertips down the corded lines of his body at the same time. She purred softly, invitingly, gently squeezing around his cock still nestled where he absolutely belonged. "...mmmm..."
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-07-31 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Abruptly thrown over, Blue grunted when her back hit the fauna beneath them and her eyes flared wide for a brief moment, but then Omega's mouth was on hers and she kissed him back with almost as much fervor as he gave to her. She licked at him, sucking the taste from his tongue and wound both arms and legs back around his long dangerous frame, secure in the knowledge that he was hers.

Every movement was still a blissful agony, leaving behind a brief burst of light in Blue's still dazed eyes. Memory had fled, leaving her here, in this place with her mate, Omega's worshipful reciprocation indeed burning any and all thought of InGen and Hoskins from Blue's mind. At least, for now.

What clothing remained hung haphazard, but Blue currently couldn't care. Granted, it might be a little challenging getting back missing a few garments, but that was a problem for...mmm...later. Because her mate was above her, his weight pleasantly familiar and warm, and his lips devouring her, the little moans and grunts escaping such a rough throat erotic music in her ears, mostly because Blue doubted Omega even knew he was making them.

She ran greedily possessive hands over his shoulders, swimming up from their heated kisses to snatch a quick breath of air, and gazed up at her gorgeous mate with sultry eyes. Blue ran her tongue around her lips, a corner of her mouth tilting in a smirk. "...mmmm, good job," she purred, almost in congratulation.
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[personal profile] bluebetabitch 2017-10-01 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Her smirk tilted, somewhat lazily. "You did just enough," Blue murmured, gently urging Omega down for a soft, sweet kiss; a mirrored opposite of the wildness not ten minutes ago. The pine needles were scritchy against her back, and the night air of the mountains cool on overheated skin, but those were minor annoyances compared to the bliss of being sheltered beneath her mate's possessiveness.

Feeling him twitch inside her brought a soft gasp to parted lips, and Blue lowered her lashes in a coy moue, unable to stifle her chuckle. But her mirth dissipated as she recalled the circumstances leading to this particular interlude. "...it's...it's been a while, hasn't it." A statement, not a question.

A small snarl threatened to curl her upper lip, but she squealched it in favor of drawing Omega's mouth back to hers, intent on driving all thoughts of them far, far away from here and now. Deep down, however, Blue feared she might never be fully rid of it, not entirely. But she knew she'd never have to battle those ghosts alone--her beloved had more than demonstrated his determination, as well the ability, to silence those hauntings indefinitely.