[...well, she may have given the morning a rough start, but this is quite a pleasant surprise, really. He hasn't had an omega before who reached this state (genuinely, outside of heat) before getting too worn out to keep.
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.]
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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?