[ This is going to happen. It's going to happen, she can feel it in her bones. But on her terms. Not here. She has enough control for that. She needs to exercise enough control for the both of them.
This omega is hers and she doesn't want to give anyone else the chance to even entertain that they might have an opportunity.
Gods, she hasn't even touched him yet and her mind is already staking a claim. Although... that wasn't really true, was it? She's touched him, just not physically. She's been where no one else has and her power has touched him more intimately than anyone else could even try. And no one else will. That must be why he's chipping away so steadily at her control. Kylo rationalizes it while she can. As if instinct isn't a good enough reason.
The way he whines, begs, tugs at her something fierce and she has to close her eyes briefly in order to try and regain her focus. ]
I know.
[ Her tone is steady, strong, yet there's a hint of something kinder in those two simple words. A gentle placation. She knows, it's okay, she'll tend to what he needs, she'll take care of it, of him.
Kylo forces out a slow exhale as she opens her eyes and enters the holding cell. All it takes is one gesture to free him of the restraints. She'd like to get rid of clothing that swiftly but no. Not yet. Focus. She stops to stand in front of him, only pausing for a moment because any second wasted is a second less that her control will last. He's in no condition to walk so she does the only sensible thing, the only option that isn't to push him down on the floor right there and claim every inch of him. She grabs him by one arm, hefting him to his feet only to throw him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, although she does so with surprising gentleness. While she's taking what's hers, she doesn't want to hurt him in the process.
His pride might hate her later... or then again perhaps not, because what omega didn't want a strong alpha? Strength made it easier to protect, and to possess.
She doesn't give him time to protest -- not that she thinks he's capable of doing so if he wanted to -- and doesn't give herself a chance to focus on her senses, almost immediately walking out of the cell to leave the area. Kylo can't think about touching him, or how close he is, or how absolutely amazing he smells or she might as well give up on moving them somewhere safer. And giving up isn't a thing she tends to do. Her quarters are, well, not on the other side of the ship but they definitely feel too damn far away at the moment. No matter, she'll get them there. It would probably take every last shred of her control but she's determined. She has to protect what's hers and the best way to do that is to take him where no one else can get to him. Where she can have him all to herself. ]
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This omega is hers and she doesn't want to give anyone else the chance to even entertain that they might have an opportunity.
Gods, she hasn't even touched him yet and her mind is already staking a claim. Although... that wasn't really true, was it? She's touched him, just not physically. She's been where no one else has and her power has touched him more intimately than anyone else could even try. And no one else will. That must be why he's chipping away so steadily at her control. Kylo rationalizes it while she can. As if instinct isn't a good enough reason.
The way he whines, begs, tugs at her something fierce and she has to close her eyes briefly in order to try and regain her focus. ]
I know.
[ Her tone is steady, strong, yet there's a hint of something kinder in those two simple words. A gentle placation. She knows, it's okay, she'll tend to what he needs, she'll take care of it, of him.
Kylo forces out a slow exhale as she opens her eyes and enters the holding cell. All it takes is one gesture to free him of the restraints. She'd like to get rid of clothing that swiftly but no. Not yet. Focus. She stops to stand in front of him, only pausing for a moment because any second wasted is a second less that her control will last. He's in no condition to walk so she does the only sensible thing, the only option that isn't to push him down on the floor right there and claim every inch of him. She grabs him by one arm, hefting him to his feet only to throw him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, although she does so with surprising gentleness. While she's taking what's hers, she doesn't want to hurt him in the process.
His pride might hate her later... or then again perhaps not, because what omega didn't want a strong alpha? Strength made it easier to protect, and to possess.
She doesn't give him time to protest -- not that she thinks he's capable of doing so if he wanted to -- and doesn't give herself a chance to focus on her senses, almost immediately walking out of the cell to leave the area. Kylo can't think about touching him, or how close he is, or how absolutely amazing he smells or she might as well give up on moving them somewhere safer. And giving up isn't a thing she tends to do. Her quarters are, well, not on the other side of the ship but they definitely feel too damn far away at the moment. No matter, she'll get them there. It would probably take every last shred of her control but she's determined. She has to protect what's hers and the best way to do that is to take him where no one else can get to him. Where she can have him all to herself. ]