"Mrs. Hudson. You may come in." Dr. Watson called from behind his desk in the consulting room.
Through the ajar door a warm baritone filtrated. "Is Doctor Stanford ill? Why are we going to a different vet?" "Oh Sherly dear, do not fret. Doctor Stanford is fine, but he can't do much for your current situation. Luckily they also have a heat specialist in the clinic."
An old lively woman, most likely Mrs. Hudson, entered and greeted the doctor, whom politely reciprocated the greeting. Behind her followed a quite flustered young omega. The cat-boy was one of the loveliest ones Dr. Watson did ever see. Tall lithe body, head full with dark curly hair and pale mercurial eyes on top of the sharpest cheekbones known to humankind. The same eyes which were currently scanning the doctor from head to toe.
"Sherly this is doctor Watson. Today he'll take care of you." She said, while seating herself in the padded chair in front of Dr. Watson desk.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" Blurted the omega straightway. Tail appearing rhythmically left and right of his hips.
Dr. Watson startled a bit. Did he really know... Surely not. "Sorry?"
"Which one was it? Afghanistan or Iraq?" Urged the omega, curiosity clear in his eyes.
"Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you...?"
"I know you were an Army cat-persons' vet, and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan." He said with pride.
"Yes. How do you know?"
"I didn't know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself, and many other little tells say military. Quite easy to tell for anyone with a working brain." Ok, maybe now the pride was tinging with some arrogance too, but Dr. Watson didn't mind much, he just witnessed quite a stunning example of a sharp mind. And from a cat-boy... An omega cat-boy IN HEAT!
"Sherl..." Mrs. Hudson tried to mitigate.
The young omega now standing behind her, was suddenly engrossed in the grayish linoleum floor, stance quite rigid.
"Quite a brilliant one we have here. That was amazing." At this the omega's ears perked up. The pinkish flush already coloring his cheekbones deepened, and a shy smile graced for a moment his pretty cupid bow. Yeah, really quite fucking stunning.
"That's not what people normally say."
"What do people normally say?"
"Piss off!" Mrs. Hudson and the omega said in unison.
After a short moment of silence all three of them bursted out laughing.
Re: The docile omega 1/2 part a
"Mrs. Hudson. You may come in." Dr. Watson called from behind his desk in the consulting room.
Through the ajar door a warm baritone filtrated. "Is Doctor Stanford ill? Why are we going to a different vet?" "Oh Sherly dear, do not fret. Doctor Stanford is fine, but he can't do much for your current situation. Luckily they also have a heat specialist in the clinic."
An old lively woman, most likely Mrs. Hudson, entered and greeted the doctor, whom politely reciprocated the greeting. Behind her followed a quite flustered young omega. The cat-boy was one of the loveliest ones Dr. Watson did ever see. Tall lithe body, head full with dark curly hair and pale mercurial eyes on top of the sharpest cheekbones known to humankind. The same eyes which were currently scanning the doctor from head to toe.
"Sherly this is doctor Watson. Today he'll take care of you." She said, while seating herself in the padded chair in front of Dr. Watson desk.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" Blurted the omega straightway. Tail appearing rhythmically left and right of his hips.
Dr. Watson startled a bit. Did he really know... Surely not. "Sorry?"
"Which one was it? Afghanistan or Iraq?" Urged the omega, curiosity clear in his eyes.
"Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you...?"
"I know you were an Army cat-persons' vet, and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan." He said with pride.
"Yes. How do you know?"
"I didn't know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself, and many other little tells say military. Quite easy to tell for anyone with a working brain." Ok, maybe now the pride was tinging with some arrogance too, but Dr. Watson didn't mind much, he just witnessed quite a stunning example of a sharp mind. And from a cat-boy... An omega cat-boy IN HEAT!
"Sherl..." Mrs. Hudson tried to mitigate.
The young omega now standing behind her, was suddenly engrossed in the grayish linoleum floor, stance quite rigid.
"Quite a brilliant one we have here. That was amazing." At this the omega's ears perked up. The pinkish flush already coloring his cheekbones deepened, and a shy smile graced for a moment his pretty cupid bow. Yeah, really quite fucking stunning.
"That's not what people normally say."
"What do people normally say?"
"Piss off!" Mrs. Hudson and the omega said in unison.
After a short moment of silence all three of them bursted out laughing.