[ Thomas whines at the idea of having to move even a little away from Heartland right now, but she does - pouting all the way - slip off of Heartland's lap to settle on the chair beside him.

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...