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!

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[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.

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[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?

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[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.]