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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[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.]