<div class="floatleft">(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01837/HENDRICKS-WESTWOOD_1837976a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Franklin, Thomas, Erika Rose, Daniel, Chloe<br/><hr/><br/>"Ah, Thomas! Welcome home." Heather had been a little bit worried that her son wouldn't be home in time for the twins' party, even though she knew that he wouldn't miss this for the world. Still, welcoming him home gave her an excuse - not that she needed excuses - to wrap her arms around him and pull him into her version of a motherly hug.<br/>It didn't start out too much differently from a normal hug, except perhaps for the way her breasts were pushed up against him, but then Heather's hands wandered lower, to pull Thomas even closer by his hips and letting their crotches bump against each other as she gave him a brief kiss on the lips.<br/>"As for myself," she began when she pulled away from her son. "I believe I'll take the time for a spot of tea. Zuko, be a dear and get that ready for me."