Alpha Culinary Love

Yura didn\'t respond immediately, savoring the warmth of Jiyeon\'s body against hers. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked up at Jiyeon with a pout. "I would be if there weren\'t any more distractions."

Jiyeon chuckled, shaking her head. "I promise, no more distractions. It\'s just you and me now."

"You better keep that promise," Yura muttered, her tone playfully threatening as she nuzzled her face against Jiyeon\'s chest, breathing in the comforting scent of vanilla that always seemed to surround her.

Jiyeon couldn\'t help but smile at Yura\'s possessiveness. She found it endearing, even if it could be a little overwhelming at times. But she understood that it was just part of who Yura was, especially during her estrus. The need to keep Jiyeon close, to ensure that she was safe and within reach, was a primal instinct that Yura couldn\'t fight, even if she wanted to.

As they lay there together, the soft sounds of the manor—distant footsteps of the servants, the rustle of leaves outside the windows, the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the room—provided a soothing backdrop to their quiet moment. Jiyeon continued to run her fingers through Yura\'s hair, feeling the omega relax further in her arms.

"You know," Jiyeon began, her voice low and thoughtful, "I\'m really proud of how well the restaurant is doing. But I\'m even prouder of us, of how far we\'ve come together."

Yura opened her eyes again, gazing up at Jiyeon with a soft expression. "Me too," she said quietly. "It hasn\'t always been easy, but I wouldn\'t trade what we have for anything."

Jiyeon nodded, her heart swelling with emotion. She knew that their journey hadn\'t been without its challenges. There had been misunderstandings, moments of doubt, and times when the pressures of their respective roles had threatened to pull them apart. But through it all, they had remained steadfast, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

"I love you, Yura," Jiyeon whispered, her voice thick with sincerity.

Yura\'s lips curved into a tender smile as she reached up to cup Jiyeon\'s cheek. "I love you too, Jiyeon. More than anything."

For a few moments, they simply held each other, their gazes locked in a silent exchange of affection. Then, without warning, Yura\'s expression shifted into one of mischief.

"You know, since you interrupted our moment earlier, I think you owe me something," Yura teased, her eyes glinting with playful intent.

Jiyeon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Yura\'s smile widened as she sat up, straddling Jiyeon\'s lap and wrapping her arms around her neck. "I think you owe me a massage. My back is killing me from all this tension."

Jiyeon couldn\'t help but laugh, the sound light and melodic. "Is that so? Well, I suppose I can\'t say no to that, can I?"

"Nope," Yura replied with a cheeky grin. "You definitely can\'t."

With that, Yura shifted off of Jiyeon\'s lap and lay down on the couch, her head resting on one of the plush pillows. She rolled onto her stomach, glancing over her shoulder at Jiyeon with a look that was both expectant and teasing. Jiyeon shook her head in amusement as she moved to sit beside Yura, her hands already reaching out to gently knead the muscles in Yura\'s back.

Yura let out a contented sigh as Jiyeon\'s hands worked their magic, expertly easing the tension from her body. Jiyeon\'s touch was firm yet soothing, and Yura could feel the stress melting away with each passing moment. It was as if Jiyeon knew exactly where to apply pressure, where to linger, and where to be gentle.

"You\'re really good at this, you know," Yura mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Jiyeon smiled, her hands continuing their work. "I\'ve had a lot of practice," she replied. "Plus, I like making you feel good."

Yura hummed in response, her eyes fluttering shut as she relaxed even further. Jiyeon\'s hands moved with practiced ease, tracing the lines of Yura\'s shoulders, down her spine, and back up again. The omega felt like she could melt into the couch, the combination of Jiyeon\'s touch and the residual warmth from their earlier cuddle lulling her into a state of pure bliss.

But just as Yura was beginning to drift off into a light doze, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by it creaking open. Yura\'s eyes snapped open, and she lifted her head to glare at the intruder, her earlier contentment vanishing in an instant.

"What now?" she grumbled, clearly annoyed at being interrupted again.

One of the housemaids stood in the doorway, looking slightly flustered. "I\'m terribly sorry to disturb you, Miss Jiyeon, Miss Yura, but Chef Kang left his hat in the foyer and came back to retrieve it."

Yura\'s glare intensified, and she muttered something under her breath that Jiyeon couldn\'t quite catch but suspected involved some colorful language.

Jiyeon sighed, her hands pausing on Yura\'s back. "It\'s okay, you can tell him to come in and get it."

The maid nodded quickly and hurried away, leaving the door ajar. Yura rolled onto her back, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling at the ceiling. "Why does that man have such terrible timing?" she groused.

Jiyeon chuckled softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on Yura\'s forehead. "He\'s just doing his job, Yura. Besides, it\'s just his hat. He\'ll be gone in a minute."

True to her word, Chef Kang appeared in the doorway moments later, looking slightly embarrassed. "I\'m sorry for the inconvenience, Chef Jiyeon, Miss Yura," he said, quickly retrieving his hat from where it had been left on a small table near the entrance. "I didn\'t mean to interrupt your evening."

Yura sat up, her arms still crossed, and shot him a look that could only be described as icy. "You did interrupt, though," she said flatly.

Chef Kang winced slightly but maintained his professionalism. "Again, my apologies, Miss Yura. I\'ll leave you both to your evening."

With that, he hurried out of the room, clearly eager to escape Yura\'s wrath. Jiyeon shook her head in amusement as she watched him go, then turned back to Yura, who was still pouting like a child denied her favorite toy.

"Yura, you can\'t just bite everyone who comes near me," Jiyeon teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Yura huffed, flopping back onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. "I\'m seriously considering it at this point," she grumbled. "Maybe then people will learn to leave us alone."

Jiyeon laughed, the sound warm and affectionate. "You\'re something else, you know that?"

Yura looked up at Jiyeon, her pout softening slightly. "I just don\'t like sharing you, especially not during my estrus. It\'s… frustrating."

Jiyeon\'s expression softened, and she reached out to gently stroke Yura\'s cheek. "I know, babe. And I appreciate that you want to keep me close. But I promise, no one\'s going to take me away from you."

Yura sighed, her eyes closing as she leaned into Jiyeon\'s touch. "I know. I just… I don\'t like feeling like this. It makes me feel out of control."

Jiyeon nodded, understanding the turmoil Yura was experiencing. Estrus was never easy, and the heightened emotions and possessiveness it brought could be overwhelming. But Jiyeon was here, and she would do whatever it took to help Yura through it.

"I\'m here for you, Yura," Jiyeon said softly. "Whatever you need, I\'m right here."

Yura smiled faintly, opening her eyes to look up at Jiyeon with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Thank you, Jiyeon. I don\'t know what I\'d do without you."

"You don\'t have to worry about that," Jiyeon replied, leaning down to kiss Yura gently on the lips. "Because I\'m not going anywhere."

They shared a tender kiss, the earlier interruptions and frustrations melting away as they lost themselves in the moment. When they finally pulled apart, Yura sighed contentedly, her mood much improved.

"You know," Yura began, a playful glint returning to her eyes, "if we get interrupted one more time, I might actually go through with that biting threat."

Jiyeon laughed, the sound light and joyful. "Let\'s hope it doesn\'t come to that, then."

Yura grinned, her earlier irritation completely forgotten. "Yeah. But if it

does, just remember you\'re mine, and no one else gets to have you."

Jiyeon smiled, her heart swelling with affection for the omega in her arms.

They spent the rest of the evening curled up together on the couch, enjoying the warmth of each other\'s presence. The world outside the manor seemed distant and unimportant, and for a little while, it was just the two of them, lost in their own little world.

And this time, there were no more interruptions. Just the quiet, peaceful sound of their breathing, the soft rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.