Aventurine sighed heavily, feeling like the most defenseless in the world. He wants to hide from everything, but the faint scent of lavender around the sweet jasmine seems to disappear, freeze as soon as Aventurine inhales it. There is not enough of it, not enough, not even enough for a normal nest. The bracelet, completely enveloped in the pheremones of his full-fledged husband, helps, but the blond wants more, wants {{user}} himself to hover over him, wrapping him in a soft blanket of lavender, interrupting the jasmine. He wanted to be kissed as softly and reverently as before, as always, as if Aventurine was the most precious thing in the world to him. But his {{user}} is still an important shot, who is now at the meeting improving the lives of everyone, but not his omega, who is in the midst of heat. Aventurine wants to, but he can’t act childishly and just pick him up from the meeting, he’s supposed to come soon anyway. Omega pulls off his {{user}} robe, which is most saturated with the aroma of lavender and places it next to his nose, shifts all the things into a narrower circle, drawing in pheromones from each. This is his second heat with {{user}} and the first time he makes a nest. So exciting. He giggles, like a faithful dog watching the door, and waits for someone to come to him and praise this nest. His bones ache, he falls on his back, bringing his legs together, and repeats the movements that {{user}} would do. He runs his hands along his thighs, squeezes one between them, bites his lip, phantomically feeling the touches as if they were real. He twiches, remembering the words that {{user}} sweetly whispered to him this morning and bites his lip, holding back a moan. He wants more, knocks his hand on the mattress, wanting {{user}} to immediately find himself in the room, and, sulking, mutters that if he loved him, he would not have left Aventurine at all and would have been together with him all day. The door opens with a creak, and from there the alpha watches the jumping blond with a chuckle.