[ Every step, every moment, increases the urgency. She knows the more time that passes the worse it will get. The harder it will become for those lesser to resist that primal call.
Kylo tells herself she's rushing purely on the principle of protecting her investment. To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control. She has a plan, even. Remove him from holding. Take him somewhere more closed off, where his scent won't threaten to trigger anyone and the heat can be ridden out safely until it passes. If she thought she could trust anyone to help she might call upon a couple of the knights but no, she'll handle it herself. She needs to take care of this herself. She doesn't want anyone else putting their hands on him.
The scent of him is tantalizing even at a distance. A mix of sweet and spice and other notes she can't place but surely she could if she were closer, if she could just breathe him in and --
She growls in frustration at herself as she feels her control slipping. Embarrassing, that's what it was. Both not thinking to investigate what he was once they captured him and letting herself become so affected by this omega. She's better than this, better than some average alpha who loses themselves at the first whiff of an omega in heat.
By the Force, she had better be, as no sooner did she arrive in the holding block than it became quickly apparent that others were feeling the draw.
Kylo's naturally possessive, even without the alpha instincts, and that possessiveness flares up dramatically when she notices a trooper or two lingering near Poe's cell. She casts a hand out to use the Force to throw them back, harder than necessary but damn it, he was hers. Or would be in short order. ]
Clear this area. NOW. [ Her voice holds steady but her tone is sharp and biting, practically daring any to try and talk back. She can sense people scattering but it's more distant an awareness than it should be. Muffled by Poe's near-overwhelming presence now that she's so near.
As she turns to finally look at him she swallows thickly, feeling heat coil low in her body. That idea about going somewhere arguably safer? Yeah, she's suddenly not feeling so certain about that. She knows it's what needs to happen, probably. But she's also feeling a need to lay hands on him and bury her face against his skin, and she's not so sure her control is strong enough to resist if she gets close enough to touch. ]
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Kylo tells herself she's rushing purely on the principle of protecting her investment. To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control. She has a plan, even. Remove him from holding. Take him somewhere more closed off, where his scent won't threaten to trigger anyone and the heat can be ridden out safely until it passes. If she thought she could trust anyone to help she might call upon a couple of the knights but no, she'll handle it herself. She needs to take care of this herself. She doesn't want anyone else putting their hands on him.
The scent of him is tantalizing even at a distance. A mix of sweet and spice and other notes she can't place but surely she could if she were closer, if she could just breathe him in and --
She growls in frustration at herself as she feels her control slipping. Embarrassing, that's what it was. Both not thinking to investigate what he was once they captured him and letting herself become so affected by this omega. She's better than this, better than some average alpha who loses themselves at the first whiff of an omega in heat.
By the Force, she had better be, as no sooner did she arrive in the holding block than it became quickly apparent that others were feeling the draw.
Kylo's naturally possessive, even without the alpha instincts, and that possessiveness flares up dramatically when she notices a trooper or two lingering near Poe's cell. She casts a hand out to use the Force to throw them back, harder than necessary but damn it, he was hers. Or would be in short order. ]
Clear this area. NOW. [ Her voice holds steady but her tone is sharp and biting, practically daring any to try and talk back. She can sense people scattering but it's more distant an awareness than it should be. Muffled by Poe's near-overwhelming presence now that she's so near.
As she turns to finally look at him she swallows thickly, feeling heat coil low in her body. That idea about going somewhere arguably safer? Yeah, she's suddenly not feeling so certain about that. She knows it's what needs to happen, probably. But she's also feeling a need to lay hands on him and bury her face against his skin, and she's not so sure her control is strong enough to resist if she gets close enough to touch. ]