[ she knows. she knows. he lets the words wash over him. she's his alpha (his, what's left of his brain elevated her from "an alpha" to "his alpha," and the rest of him was in no condition to complain), and she's going to take care of him. breathing can come a little easier.
that said, as soon as he's out of the restraints, all his hormonal impulses are clothing-related. getting his own clothing off, ripping her clothing off, just a whole all clothes must go situation. before those impulses can become a reality, though, she's hefting him off the ground and over her shoulders. where did??? the ground go??? one second it was there, and then it was gone. whoosh.
the thought is immediately gone (also — pride? what pride? there is not room for any scrap of pride in his entire body right now) with the realization that being carried by kylo meant being pressed against her. at least it means that he doesn't struggle — instead, all his energy goes into trying to rub against her. to melt into her, if he could. if his cells would allow. he's grabbing at her, he's trying to press his face into her shoulder to take in her scent that much better. he's a mess.
something in him quivers at the idea of displeasing her, worries that he's going to be scolded or commanded to stop. he would, of course, because pleasing her and being the best omega possible is number one on his priority list … but he wants her so much.
he mutters something against her shoulder, most likely "hurry."]
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that said, as soon as he's out of the restraints, all his hormonal impulses are clothing-related. getting his own clothing off, ripping her clothing off, just a whole all clothes must go situation. before those impulses can become a reality, though, she's hefting him off the ground and over her shoulders. where did??? the ground go??? one second it was there, and then it was gone. whoosh.
the thought is immediately gone (also — pride? what pride? there is not room for any scrap of pride in his entire body right now) with the realization that being carried by kylo meant being pressed against her. at least it means that he doesn't struggle — instead, all his energy goes into trying to rub against her. to melt into her, if he could. if his cells would allow. he's grabbing at her, he's trying to press his face into her shoulder to take in her scent that much better. he's a mess.
something in him quivers at the idea of displeasing her, worries that he's going to be scolded or commanded to stop. he would, of course, because pleasing her and being the best omega possible is number one on his priority list … but he wants her so much.
he mutters something against her shoulder, most likely "hurry."]