alpha and omega part deux [for heartburning]

[myselfwillbear]

[ 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!

Comments

[heartburning]

[He hears the rustle behind him and knows that she's in the sheets. Well, he can't fault her for that, especially when she's given herself over to him so quickly, so completely.

(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?

[myselfwillbear]

[ She squirms and rolls in the sheets, delighting in smearing herself more with his scent and smearing his sheets with her scent in return, and barely pays any attention to what he's picking out for her. She trusts him to choose.

(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.

[heartburning]

[He smiles, picks up the dress, moves to sit beside her on the bed and nudge her into sitting up. It's satisfying, to see her distaste at the thought of cleaning herself, of removing the marks he's laid.]

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.]

[myselfwillbear]

[ Thomas wriggles up into a sitting position when she's nudged and raises her arms obediently, eyes fixed on Heartland's face and a little yes, sir! slipping out without her really thinking about it.

(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...

[heartburning]

[He slips the dress over her head and smooths it out on her body, chuckling at the chirped yes sir! as he begins to lace the back.

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.]

[myselfwillbear]

[ Thomas stays still as he starts to lace up the dress, sat quiet and obedient after the first comment to let him work.

(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?

[heartburning]

[The moment she asks, he chuckles, leaning down to sweep her up into his arms again.]

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?]

[myselfwillbear]

[ Thomas immediately buries her nose in Heartland's neck, breathing in the blood and alpha-scent there and letting out a low noise of contentment.

(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) ]

1/??

[heartburning]

[He watches as she nuzzles and then licks at his neck, smiling and quirking an eyebrow.]

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.]

2/??

[turtlehusband]

3/??

[preppedandprimed]

4/5

[illscreaminstead]

DONE

[heelstotheleft]

[????]

[myselfwillbear]

[ Purring a little, Thomas keeps on licking at it as the elevator moves. ]

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) ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He watches as Heartland approaches with Thomas in his arms and takes his seat at the head of the table. Somehow the man is smiling despite the fact that the room has nearly gone dead silent.

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.]

[myselfwillbear]

[ She snuggles into Heartland's grip when he sits down with her, practically purring again in her contentment.

(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.

1/2

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He draws himself up to his full height, stares down at IV just daring him to argue.

(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--]

[heartburning]

[--and it's caught in a vice-grip before it can reach.

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.]

[myselfwillbear]

[ There's a little shiver of delight from Thomas, at that.

(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.

[butfortheirvirtue]

[The moment Heartland loosens his grip, Chris jerks his wrist away, glaring.

(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.]

[myselfwillbear]

Sir won't let anything happen to his omega, will he?

[ 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. ]

[heartburning]

[He begins smoothing her hair again as she laps at his neck, massaging at her scalp with his fingertips.]

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.

[myselfwillbear]

[ Thomas shivers at the fingers moving against her scalp, leaning into the touch with a purr.

(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) ]

[heartburning]

[He chuckles, reaches down to wipe her mouth with the napkin folded on the table.]

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.)]

[myselfwillbear]

Hungry, sir.

[ 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?

1/2

[heartburning]

[He nods, smiles. This part, at least, is familiar.]

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.]

[preppedandprimed]

Steaks aren't for breakfast...

[myselfwillbear]

[ 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...

[heartburning]

[Kaito looks as if he'll be sick again. He notes this passively as he turns his attention back to Thomas.]

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.]

[myselfwillbear]

[ Purring a little, Thomas glances over at Kaito and then noses delicately along Heartland's jaw, looking positively blissful. ]

Please, sir.

[ There's a hint of amusement slipping into her voice now, past the tone of adoration. ]

[heartburning]

The moment it arrives, my dear.

[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.]