alpha and omega part deux [for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Aug. 22nd, 2013 08:25 pmmyselfwillbear[ When she wakes, she's alone. Still aching from the night before, still slick with the amount of times Heartland (her alpha her alpha hers) came inside her and marked with his teeth and scent, but alone. Her nostrils are still thick with his scent but it's stale when it should be fresh, when he should be here and holding her and cementing the claim.
(IV has to take a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed because her legs have gone weak, shaky)
(she's a good, healthy omega and she'll breed well for her alpha so why did he leave her)
(why is she never wanted why isn't she good enough she)
Soon enough though, she's leaping up, a blanket from the bed wrapped around her under her arms as she storms out of the room, eyes wild as she sniffs about desperately for him (for her alpha her alpha hers).
(she still carries his scent thickly on her, enough that even a beta would be able to smell it)
(she will find him, and everyone she passes will know who she's searching for as she rushes through the halls and cries out for him) ]
Sir, sir...! Sir's omega needs him, sir!
(IV has to take a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed because her legs have gone weak, shaky)
(she's a good, healthy omega and she'll breed well for her alpha so why did he leave her)
(why is she never wanted why isn't she good enough she)
Soon enough though, she's leaping up, a blanket from the bed wrapped around her under her arms as she storms out of the room, eyes wild as she sniffs about desperately for him (for her alpha her alpha hers).
(she still carries his scent thickly on her, enough that even a beta would be able to smell it)
(she will find him, and everyone she passes will know who she's searching for as she rushes through the halls and cries out for him) ]
Sir, sir...! Sir's omega needs him, sir!
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Date: 2013-08-22 11:18 pm (UTC)(From the sound of her he doubts she bothered to shower. Well, the ambiguity was fun while it lasted.)
(but...why is she looking for him already? and why the title?)
(usually it takes them a few days, or even until their next heat, before they drag themselves back if they decide to at all)
He pads towards the sound carefully, as quiet as he is nearly scentless, searching for her.]
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Date: 2013-08-22 11:46 pm (UTC)(she catches a trace but it's faint, she can't tell for certain)
Stopping momentarily, she turns on her heels in the middle of the hall and keeps on sniffing in long, deep breaths before she tilts her head back and lets out a long wail. ]
Siiiiiiir! Sir's omega needs him!
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Date: 2013-08-22 11:54 pm (UTC)He winces and then turns a few corners, walking as quickly as could be considered remotely dignified, and--ah, there she is.
(she didn't clean up at all from last night and that's...rather intriguing actually but he might have to get the floor cleaned)]
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Date: 2013-08-22 11:59 pm (UTC)Whatever is the matter, my dear?
[Internally, he braces himself for impact.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 12:13 am (UTC)(alpha alpha alpha alpha)
Stretching up, she presses kisses to Heartland's cheeks, letting out little desperate noises. ]
Sir left sir left sir was supposed to stay sir's omega needed him needed my alpha needed him my alpha mine needed him...
[ She reaches up to tug at his shirt collar, baring his neck so that she can bury her nose in the bitemark there, inhale the faint scent of blood that's still discernible even now that it's scabbed over. ]
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Date: 2013-08-23 12:31 am (UTC)He sighs inwardly and pets at her back as she noses at his neck (more work undone). This was not what he thought he was signing up for.]
Why don't we get you dressed, my dear? We're expected at breakfast.
[He plucks her off the ground and makes for the elevator. At least he can be confident that anyone he's hired will "forget" about this little incident quite quickly.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 01:56 am (UTC)(her alpha she has her alpha he's all hers)
(he's back and he's all hers and everything is perfect again) ]
Sir... sir... my alpha, my alpha... sir's omega is going to be a good girl for him, sir's omega is going to be the best omega that her alpha could ever have...
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Date: 2013-08-23 02:10 am (UTC)He strokes at her hair as the elevator rises.]
What a good girl you are. You haven't changed your mind from last night, have you?
[The elevator glides to a halt on the top floor -- the doors slide open and he steps back out into his quarters.
(His quarters, the one place where he allows his scent to remain, so he's sure she'll be pleased with that.)
He sets her gently down on the bed and kneels to slide open a drawer at the base of the wardrobe, sorting through crisply ironed shirts and summer dresses alike, in a range of sizes.]
How will you be dressing, my dear?
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:17 am (UTC)her alpha her alpha her alpha'sHeartland's neck and smiling against the bitemark there. ]Of course sir's omega wouldn't change her mind... Sir is her alpha!
[ When they reach his quarters - so full of his scent, so delicious - she shivers in his grip, and when he puts her down on the bed she almost immediately rolls over to bury her face in the sheets, burrowing under them and wrapping herself in them while he's looking in the drawer. ]
Mm... sir's omega will dress however her alpha thinks she'll look best...
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:46 am (UTC)(the fact that she claims him as well, claims him as her alpha, that's interesting. that's new.)
He thinks for a moment, lets some fabric slip between his fingers, before he pulls a deep red summer dress from the drawer, one with a skirt that will float around her knees and a high waist. Lucky that he'd have the right color on hand.
He lays the dress out on the floor, smooths it and inspects it.]
...Mm, perfect.
Now, would you like to clean up first, my dear, or shall we dress and meet with the rest?
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:56 am (UTC)(IV doesn't trust anyone but she's not IV she's sir's omega)
(she's
Thomas)
She finally lifts her head at the question, wrinkling her nose. Why would she ever want to clean away any of his scent, of his markings, when she's newly claimed? When she's fresh out of her first heat, the sort of omega that other alphas might want to claim?
She stares down at the dress the best she can from her spot in the bed, admiring it. ]
Dress, sir.
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Date: 2013-08-23 04:00 am (UTC)Arms up, my dear.
[Odd, that he would want to dress her. But it's best not to overanalyze it, not when they're about to meet with company.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 04:06 am (UTC)(maybe it ought to be scary, to give in so easily to something like this)
(she barely even knows him either, and some of the rumors she's heard about him are... well)
(but it doesn't matter)
(Heartland is her alpha, and giving into it feels like the best choice she's ever made) ]
Ah, sir... sir's omega will be the best omega possible for her alpha, sir, sir's omega will let him breed her and give sir the best heirs he could ever want, sir...
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Date: 2013-08-23 04:52 am (UTC)What she says as he's lacing, though, that gives him food for thought. Heirs...it really is high time for that, isn't it? He's been delaying long enough.
(And, well, even if he had the upper hand over Byron in the end, he can't deny that the man has good genes...)
He ties a neat bow at the top and plucks her off the bed, sets her on her feet in front of him.]
That's a conversation for tonight, isn't it, my dear girl? I'd hate for us to be late to breakfast.
[His hands glide over her hips before he lets go of her completely.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 12:02 pm (UTC)(she is a good omega she will be the best omega her alpha could ever want)
When he picks her up she tries to snuggle in, except that then he puts her down again and Thomas lets out a little whine, trying to wriggle in close as soon as he lets go of her. ]
Sir, siiir, will sir carry his omega?
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Date: 2013-08-23 12:40 pm (UTC)Certainly. We won't tire your feet.
[He enters the elevator again, then, and leans down with her near the buttons.]
Take us to the lobby, my dear.
[Of course, he could use voice control instead, but what's the fun in that?]
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Date: 2013-08-23 12:56 pm (UTC)(her alpha)
(her perfect alpha)
Blinking a little when he leans down, she lifts her head to glance at the buttons and then hits the one for the lobby before turning her head back to bury her face in his scent again.
(her alpha her alpha hers)
(she runs her tongue over the bitemark, tastes the hint of metal on her tongue) ]
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Date: 2013-08-23 01:36 pm (UTC)You seem quite fascinated with that mark. What is it about my blood?
[The doors of the elevator slide open and he makes for the banquet hall, shifting her in his arms.]
Now. Let's make a good impression.
[He nudges open the door and strides in.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 01:37 pm (UTC)3/??
Date: 2013-08-23 01:38 pm (UTC)4/5
Date: 2013-08-23 01:40 pm (UTC)DONE
Date: 2013-08-23 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-23 01:51 pm (UTC)S'good, sir. It's more of my alpha than anything else, except maybe...
[ Although, of course, there are better places that can go, to claim her and breed her and fill her up.
She stops licking when they get to the doors, at least, only resting her head against his chest with her eyes open and looking out to see the reaction.
(to see how people will react to her and her alpha) ]
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:07 pm (UTC)He stares for a moment, almost in disbelief, and then rises from the table (leaving Michael sniffling in his seat) and stalks over to Heartland's side, to where his brother is being held.]
I'd like to speak to IV in private, please.
[His voice is tight, barely controlled. In response, Heartland just glances at Thomas for her opinion.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:15 pm (UTC)(her alpha her alpha)
(her alpha is holding her in front of everyone)
(everyone can see she's sir's omega now)
She lifts her head a little at Chris's voice though, brows knitting into a frown. ]
That's the wrong name. And sir's omega doesn't want to leave him.
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:22 pm (UTC)(he's not an alpha but he's not above alpha tactics)]
Thomas. We're going to talk.
[His hand goes out to clamp down on her shoulder--]
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:25 pm (UTC)Heartland shakes his head slowly, sighing.]
Now, my dear boy, you really must respect your sister's wishes. I know it must be hard for a beta like yourself to understand, but this is a very important time for her, isn't it?
[Chris sputters, momentarily lost for words.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:29 pm (UTC)(at her alpha defending her, at him seeing off an intruder)
(she rubs her cheek against Heartland's, humming contentedly) ]
Don't have to do what a beta says. Or anyone at all except my alpha.
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:54 pm (UTC)(and--girl?)
(what is he talking about and why is Thomas wearing a dress and)
When IV talks back to him so freely, he bristles, folding his arms.]
Fine. I'll be back with tou-sama. He'll straighten this out.
[He turns and stalks back to his place, not seeming to process the staring that's now directed at him as well.
Heartland just smiles and strokes Thomas' cheek, looking out at the crowd around the table.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 04:20 pm (UTC)[ She's still rubbing her cheek against Heartland's face, ignoring that Chris even spoke before he left, but now she also stares at Heartland's eyes the best she can from this position. ]
Sir is a good alpha... sir will look after his omega, right?
[ Dropping her head a little, Thomas licks at the mark on Heartland's neck a few more times. ]
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Date: 2013-08-23 04:42 pm (UTC)What kind of alpha would I be if I couldn't protect such a beautiful, loyal omega?
[A tray of bacon passes to him, and he serves it to her plate one-handed before passing it on.]
You must give me more credit, my dear.
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Date: 2013-08-23 06:23 pm (UTC)(her perfect alpha)
She curls in closer in Heartland's lap, reaching down to snatch a piece of bacon from the plate and stuff it into her mouth as her stomach rumbles loudly.
(the slowness of most of her heat doesn't change the fact that she's starving this morning, just means it's not quite so bad as it could have been) ]
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Date: 2013-08-23 07:35 pm (UTC)Manners, my dear.
[He moves his hand from her head for just a moment to cut a piece of bacon from one of the strips and offer it to her on a fork.
(Kaito looks like he's about to be sick across the table.)]
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Date: 2013-08-23 08:18 pm (UTC)[ She practically tears the piece off the fork with her teeth, chewing it furiously and then swallowing and turning her head up towards Heartland's face.
(it's not enough)
(she needs something thick and bloody that she can sink her teeth into, animal)
(she needs...) ]
Sir. Sir's omega wants a steak. Please?
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Date: 2013-08-23 08:28 pm (UTC)Of course. I'll have it sent in right away.
Although you might have to sit up to eat something messy like that, my dear...
[As one man arrives to take down the specifics of the order, another approaches with a chair, setting it beside Heartland's and then retreating.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 08:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-23 08:43 pm (UTC)Only, well, it was one thing sitting on Heartland's bed, but it's another thing entirely to sit on a hard chair the day after her heat and without having cleaned herself. Particularly given her lack of underwear.
Nose wrinkling, Thomas clambers almost immediately back into Heartland's lap and presses against him. ]
Sitting is bad right now, sir. Sir's omega is sore and it feels gross, too...
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Date: 2013-08-23 09:23 pm (UTC)Oh? How unfortunate.
Perhaps I'll have to feed you, then, if it can't be helped.
[He shifts her carefully in his lap, to settle her.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 09:32 pm (UTC)Please, sir.
[ There's a hint of amusement slipping into her voice now, past the tone of adoration. ]
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Date: 2013-08-23 09:59 pm (UTC)[He keeps one hand working its fingers through her (soft, light, silken red) hair as he drops the other to rest against the small of her back, rubbing minute, steady circles.
(she's his, it suddenly registers again, and it thrills him)
(his by choice, not even driven by heat or desperation for some asset of his)
He has, for the moment, forgotten to inspect the rest of the table.]