Date: 2013-08-23 12:13 am (UTC)
myselfwillbear: ([Ⅳ] it's so loud)
[ As soon as he turns the corner IV is running for him, letting the blanket drop so that she can drape herself over him, rubbing his own scent over him more than she's rubbing hers on him.

(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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