Page 252 of Claim Me
"Damn… after a high like that, this hormonal crash is brutal. If I couldn’t rationalize everything that’s happening to me, I’d probably be lying here sniffling pathetically right now."
I smile at him with total understanding and offer him another bite, which he graciously accepts and swallows.
"I think if you want to sniffle a little, you should. There’s nothing wrong with it. Most omegas go through this. It’s natural."
"I’m not planning to sniffle."
"Oh, come on. Just a little sniffle."
"I don’t want to. It’s stupid and irrational."
"But it helps. Crying releases adrenaline, you know?"
He shoots me a murderous glare.
"I am not sniffling!"
"Just one tear, hm?"
He sighs and turns his head toward the monitor on the wall displaying a sunset.
I cut another bite for him, but then I notice it.
A few actual tears slipping free beneath his long lashes, and I feel deep relief, since I know it’s healthy and cleansing.
But I don’t comment on it. I can tell perfectly well Blue doesn’t want that. I simply keep feeding him little bites while he eats quietly, tears occasionally rolling down his cheeks.
At one point I lean down quickly and kiss one of the tears away before calmly returning to feeding him.
Blue gives me a slightly pouty look and allows himself a few more tears after that.
Eventually I set the plate aside and quietly lie down beside him.
I take his hand and play with it gently, massaging each finger individually, rhythmically pressing the pads of my thumbs against them one by one.
Blue seems to enjoy it because he closes his eyes and sighs softly.
I know there’s a part of him craving comfort right now, so… I let out a low soothing purr.
Slowly, almost shyly, Blue moves closer and presses his head against my vibrating chest.
"Mmm… I like that sound," he whispers, and only moments later he drifts off to sleep.
When Blue wakes up, he still looks pretty rough, sluggish and drained, so I decide to run him a warm bath. It’s a really beautiful whirlpool tub, with LED lights built into the walls that create an almost magical effect as shifting colors flow beneath the bubbling, gently rippling surface of the water.
I wrap my arms around Blue, my heart overflowing with tenderness and protectiveness for this small omega going through an experience like this for the first time, and I carry him there. He’s still sleepy, yawning softly now and then, but he lets me lower him into the warm water.
Then I take a sponge and gently glide it over his body with slow, careful movements.
During heat recovery, touch usually isn’t something omegas enjoy, but the warm water relaxes him, and the soft sponge doesn’t seem to bother him at all.
Blue stays quiet, withdrawn into himself, staring vaguely ahead while his eyes drift aimlessly across the bathroom wall.
I squeeze some shampoo into my hand and move behind him at the edge of the tub, then begin lathering his hair, massaging his scalp with my fingers.
I can feel Blue relaxing more and more. He closes his eyes, sighs softly, and simply gives himself over to my ministrations.
After that, I carefully rinse out the foam and even apply the conditioner Blue uses, continuing to massage his temples and scalp with gentle strokes.
