"It'll be easier to get her to stop trying to kill us than convince her she has nothing to fear, that she's safe with us."
James smirked at that, "I love you."
"And I love you," she kissed him.
It wasn't the devouring, eat you alive type of kiss fueled by lust and need. This was slow, gentle, and fueled by trust and companionship. Neither felt arousal, only warmth and connection.
"We'll find her, Nat." James whispered against her lips, "we'll claim our Omega."
"I believe you, James."
"And I won't let you down."
She pulled away then, shaking her head slightly as she returned his intense gaze, "you never have. And you never will."
They spent the rest of the time in the tub kissing, almost lazy in their efforts with no signs of stopping. The promise between them bloomed like a flower and brought them even closer together than before. The minutes passed by quickly, but they didn't care. The steam smelled like berries and vanilla, as close to their Omega's scent as they can get