Thomas Arkwright / 'IV' (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myselfwillbear) wrote2013-08-22 08:25 pm
myselfwillbear) wrote2013-08-22 08:25 pm
alpha and omega part deux [for heartburning]
[ 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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[ 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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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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(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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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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[ 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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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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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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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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Please, sir.
[ There's a hint of amusement slipping into her voice now, past the tone of adoration. ]
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[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.]