Age 18, The Sex Talk
Leah POV (Age 18)
Leah wasn’t sure what on earth she had done wrong when her mother asked her to sit in the living room so that they could talk. Historically the living room was normally used as a neutral ground when her mother wished to bring up a problem: Leah needing to join more clubs, Maryann asking if she was being bullied, approaching her about medication changes or appointments Leah despised with every inch of her being.
However, she certainly wasn’t expecting this.
Maryann sighed, lips parting and shutting as if each time she went to speak the words wouldn’t come out. She shuffled awkwardly in her seat, tapping her fingers against her knees.
“So, you go off to college next month.”
“I do.”
Her mother clicked her tongue a couple of times and winced as if this conversation was painful for her to participate in. “So, you probably know with your age omegas will have… different urges.”
Oh dear god no. NO.
Leah blushed, mouth dropping open in shock that this was actually happening. “Please never say ‘urges’ ever again.”
“Now believe me I don’t want to be sat here either, but we need to cover it. You and Fatin have been mated since you were seven so emotions will run far more rampant than-”
“I would rather die than sit here.”
“Your emotions will be far stronger. This is serious, Leah. Now I don’t know if you and Fatin are… sexually active… but you need to think about preparing yourselves for more.”
“Mum, please stop.”
“Are you sexually active?”
“Mum!”
“It’s a fair question. Either way, you have a doctor’s appointment next week to talk about protection.”
Leah paled, swallowing. “You can’t be serious?”
“Oh, I’m deadly serious. I should have told you to make one when you were sixteen.”
“We’re not… doing that.”
“Yet,” Maryann cut in. “You’re going away. You’ll have your own rooms and there will be new urges with that.”
“Oh my god.” Not again with the ‘urges.’
“When you have your own space it becomes a nest Leah, urges can change when you are in your own space just as Fatin will be.”
“Mum-”
“You will go to the appointment. I also want you to be responsible; I don’t want any grandchildren anytime soon.”
“Why the hell would I want kids?” Leah raised her voice. “I’m eighteen.”
“You have been mated to Fatin since you were young. Needs and wants change based on mated status when you hit your second puberty. As soon as you hit it all those hormones will tell you it’s a great idea because you and Fatin have been mated for so long.”
“I’m not getting pregnant.”
“I should hope not.”
“Do I really have to do this?”
“Appointment card is on the fridge.”
Leah groaned, throwing her head into her hands.
Fatin POV
“Fatin, can we have a word?” Samad asked.
“Sure.” Fatin tucked her cello to the side of her room, sitting on her bed. “Everything okay?”
Samad averted his eyes and cleared his throat. “We need to have a conversation that neither of us will like so if you could let me speak and get it over with that would be brilliant.”
“Did you cheat on Mum?” Fatin joked.
“Don’t be rude. And no; obviously not we’re mates. No this is far worse.”
“Worse?”
“You’re going away to college, and we need to talk about protection for when you and Leah… you know.”
“Fuck no. Nope. Nu uh.” Fatin shook her head, standing up.
“I don’t want to be here either. However, you owe it to your mate to do what you can to be safe.”
“We’re not even having sex.”
“I didn’t say you were, I said you will and when that time comes you will need to be ready. Leah is an omega; she’s at an age where her scent will change, and you will notice it.”
“So fucking gross Dad.”
“You’ve been mated a long time so you will be more responsive to that scent.”
“Stop.”
“You need to be respectful of Leah’s wants. Even if that means waiting.”
“I would never pressure her.”
“Both of your hormones will change at this age as you lead up to your second puberty.”
“I will jump out of the window.”
“You may want to have kids, and that’s to be expected of someone mated the length of time you have been. As such you need to ignore those instincts, you need to protect Leah because as an omega mated for so long she will want that.”
“How many feet is it if I do jump? I would take a broken leg if it got me out of this.”
“You have a doctor’s appointment. Maryann booked one for Leah too in with our family doctor.”
“You spoke to Maryann about this?” This was hell. She was in hell.
“We are all understandably concerned, and we’ve talked about this for years.”
Fatin squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temple. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”
“Doctor's appointment is tonight.”
Fatin sighed, burying her head in her pillow.
The next week Fatin headed over to Leah’s to help her mate box her things up. College wasn’t far off, and Leah had been reading so much to get ahead of the year that she had left it until the last minute.
“Everything over there can just go into the box marked toiletries.”
“Even your suppressants and stuff?”
“Yeah, can you leave a pack out though just in case I get it before we’re there?”
Fatin set aside one pack of suppressants for Leah’s scent and one of the painkillers. She rummaged through the drawer, slowly moving them bag by bag into the box. However, she stalled when her eyes fell upon the current box in her hands. One Leah noted as she walked by, freezing.
“Oh, um, so that…”
“My dad gave me the talk too,” Fatin said.
“Oh.”
“What is this anyway?”
“It’s a neck cream that minimises the scent produced by glands.”
Fatin laughed. “They gave me fang caps.”
“Fang caps?”
“They’re like these little covers that stop my fangs from being too pointed so they don’t break your skin easily and if they do it should stop anything coming out. It’s not like we’re doing it anyway.”
A hand wrapped around the box, dropping it in with the other things. “Yeah, but they’re right in a way. We’re eighteen. It will happen at some point.”
Her eyes shot up to Leah. They had heavy make-out sessions, Leah sometimes dragged her hand up to her chest but that was it. Leah had never mentioned considering more.
“Did you want to do that?”
Leah folded her arms awkwardly. “Maybe. I mean I have for a while, but I would rather we…”
“Have our own space? Don’t have to worry about your dad chasing me out with a broom?”
“He wouldn’t chase you out with a broom,” Leah said with a laugh. “But yeah. I guess it made sense to go to the doctor because when we get there I do. Want to. You know…”
Fatin stared on with eyes that flickered gold, Leah sighing at the sight of them.
“Okay. Whatever you want.”
“Only if you want to.”
“Leah I’ve wanted to for years.”
“Oh. You could have said.”
“I’m happy to wait as long as you want. But whenever you do, so do I.”
Leah chewed her lip and nodded. “Okay.”